//Author's note: for thread 37298142, written 7/24/24
Alright, story two, GO GO GO
"Yeah, and then she said 'no you can't put that in there', so I said 'can't I?' and it turned out when you do that it makes mustard gas. Who knew?"
>You look at Lyra, sat on the couch opposite from you.
>She slowly blinks and looks over at you.
>"Duuude, that reminds me of that one time I was with BonBon and we were..."
>Lyra stops talking as she moves to rest her head on one of the arms of her couch.
>"What was I saying?"
>You watch as the wall behind her tries to fold in on itself.
/knock knock/
"Oh, that's probably Fluttershy. Again."
/knock knock/
/knock knock/
>Lyra looks back at you.
/knock knock/
/knockknockknockknock
>"Anon, can you turn that off?"
knockknockknockknockknock/
"Yeah one second, I have a funny idea"
>You go over and open the door.
>You barely register Fluttershy's hoofsie hitting your knee as her knocking is interrupted.
>You look up at the sky fractals before looking at Fluttershy.
"Oh sorry, were you using this?"
>You point to the door.
"I can put it back closed if you want."
>"Oh, no I wasn't. It's fine. But, uh, Anon, I was wondering if your fetish was ecclesiology?"
>Fluttershy is dressed in a pope costume and holding a book.
>You kneel down to look the pony in the eye.
"Fluttershy, I have no idea what the fuck that means."
>You stand up with a pony under your arm.
>Walking back into the room, you place Fluttershy in the middle of the two couches.
>Lyra smiles and dopily waves.
>You speak.
"Hey Fluttershy"
>"Yes!"
"I'll give you a kiss if you take a rip of this bong"
>"Of what?"
>Fluttershy is poking the bong with a hoof.
"No look Fluttershy, like this."
>You take a fatty hit and blow the smoke into Fluttershy's face.
"Here, I'll light it for you, I know all about how you have stupid pony hooves and not sexy human fingers."
/click/
"Just breathe as deep as you can, for as long as you can."
/bubble/
/fooooooo/
"Yeahyuh that's it"
/hack hack cough/
"Yo Lyra, look"
>Lyra is already looking at Fluttershy, and her mouth is hanging half open.
>"nooooo flutterrshyyyy don't hit it, it's way too strong for you."
"Lyra. Dude. That's the point."
>Lyra stares at you, mouth agape.
>...
>...
>Fluttershy is still coughing out a lung.
>"Ohh now I get it. That's pretty funny man."
"Yeah, I know."
>Seconds later.
"Alright, Fluttershy, your coughing is starting to annoy me, chill out."
>You walk over to Fluttershy and hit her between the shoulder blades.
>Her coughing stops.
"Go get a glass of water and come back here, you know the way around?"
>"Yeah, I've been here a -cough lot before."
"Go get em', cowboy."
>You sit on the couch as she patters away.
>Second to minutes later, you hear glass break. Many times.
>...
>...
>Fluttershy walks in.
>Lyra looks over.
>"Ohh hey Fluttershy, when did you get here?"
>"Oh, I've been here for about..."
>A look of concern comes across her face.
>"An hour?"
>You pick Fluttershy up and hold her in front of you.
"Fluttershy, it's been ten minutes, and I haven't even given you the best part yet."
>You set her on the couch.
"I forgot how extremely lightweight you ponies are."
>Fluttershy is staring at the ceiling nodding.
"Look at my disciple Lyra, though. She has tolerance like a boss."
>At her name, Lyra looks over from her contemplations.
>Fluttershy is staring vacantly in front of her.
>Lyra speaks
>"Wait, what did you say about me?"
>You check your imaginary watch.
>Yeah, it's time.
>You reach into your stash bag and pull out a vial of glittery purple liquid.
"Yo flutters, catch."
>She looks over as the vial shatters on the wall behind her.
>You get out another and hand it to her.
>Zecora's a great plug, you get this shit for dirt cheap.
"Alright, drink up Flutters."
>She looks up at you with those big pony eyes.
>"Will this help with my nausea? I think I might be allergic to smoke and that maybe you accidentally gave me poison and-"
"Fluttershy, you're not poisoned. But yes, this is the antidote. Drink it."
>She chugs the vial.
"Good girl. Anyway, you're about to get really high. So just be cool."
>"Anon, c-can I get my kiss now?"
"Oh I was just fucking with you about that. No way am I gonna kiss you. It would be like kissing your pet dog, mega gay."
>"But you promised!"
"I didn't promise you shit, fag. Scroll up and check."
>"B-but..."
>"Anon, how are you shaking your face like that?"
"Yo Lyra, check it, Fluttershy's tripping."
>You turn to Fluttershy.
"Look Fluttershy, I'll give you your kiss after this is done, okay?"
>You're lying, but you figure she'll be more funny if she's not just freaking out the entire time.
>"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
>Fluttershy tears up and hugs you.
>"I love you, Anon."
>"Wait, Anon, Fluttershy's tripping?"
"Haha yeah dude it's kicking in for her."
>Fluttershy is making eye contact.
>"Anon, you're so handsome. Have I ever told you that I think you're handsome? You're just... handsome. And really glittery."
>Fluttershy hugs you tighter and pushes her snout into your side, inhaling.
"Lyre, we should do that thing we do."
>"Which thing? The one with my ponu-"
"No, the thing with your Lyra?"
>"Ohhh that thing, I know that thing."
>Lyra's harp thing floats up from the floor.
"Fluttershy check this out."
>Lyra starts jamming out.
>C. G. Am. F.
>You lay down the beatbox.
>After you're fully in the groove, you give a pointed look to Fluttershy.
>She is completely out of it, but after a minute she notices.
>She glances over both shoulders and then points at herself.
>You nod.
>Fluttershy cuts in with the vocals.
>The sounds feel like a blanket against your skin.
>The vibrations filling the room are so dense and comforting.
>The carpet is re-arranging itself.
>You're floating out of your body.
>Maybe seconds, maybe hours later the three of you are finished.
>Lyra continues idly plucking strings.
>You watch her.
>Feeling a sensation on your leg, you look down and watch as Fluttershy begins trying to unzip your pants.
>She notices and gets distracted by her own hoof.
"Hey, Fluttershy."
>You ask something you've wanted to ask since you arrived in Equestria.
>Your secret desire.
>To fly like Perseus on his steed.
"Can I get on your back, and ride you?"
>Her eyes go wide and she blushes.
>"You would really do that w-with me?"
>God damn horses and their strange fetishes.
>You'd only just learned wearing socks was indecent.
"Yea."
>Fluttershy goes to the middle of the room and kneels down.
>As you approach you notice her tail is raised, her vagina is spread, and her clitoris is going in and out.
>It's fucking disgusting, it makes you want to vomit.
>You ignore it, and hop on top of her.
>She can barely stand under the weight.
>Lyra has a look of disgust on her face.
>"You guys are grossing me out, but I kind of like it."
>..
"Hey Lyra, come 'ere."
>"No way fag."
"Seriously Lyra, come 'ere"
>"I'm not going over there."
"C'moooon Lyra. Just come 'ere for a second. One second."
>"Ughhhhhhh. fine."
>Lyra falls face first off the couch.
>A minute later she stands up and trots over.
>You seize the opportunity to grab her.
>You lift her and force her on top of your shoulders.
>"Anoooonnnn, you better buy me oats for this."
>As Lyra speaks, Fluttershy's legs give out and she slams to the floor.
>She's panting heavily, both from exhaustion and sexual frustration.
>You guess the weight was just too much for the old girl.
>You'll have to put her down, buy a new one.
>No room for slack on the farm.
"Lyra, psychokinesis my bag to you and get the whipped cream."
>She does as you requested.
"Alright now dude, trust me and just blast that shit straight into my mouth."
/psshhhhhttttt/
>You hear the door open.
>Facing away from it, you don't know who entered.
>"Oh my god. Anon?"
>You turn your head, causing Lyra to start spilling whipped cream everywhere.
"Yo Twilight! What's up zigga?"
>"Anon you fucking stoner, get out of my house. How'd you even get in? I fortified the entire fucking house.
>You point towards the circular hole in the floorboards, and the dirt tunnel that leads to it.
>Lyra is having fun squirting the whipped cream into the air.
>"Y'know what? I DON'T CARE. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, RIGHT FUCKING NOW."
>You've now fallen off of Fluttershy and are lying on the floor, posing.
>As Lyra fell off of you, she had landed and took down a small table and a vase.
"Look Twilight, everything is fine, you just gotta chill out."
>Fluttershy is quietly moaning.
>"ANON, IT'S NOT FINE. NOTHING IS FUCKING FINE. WHEN I COME HOME, TO MY HOUSE. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS WINKING AT ME. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THREE UNINVITED PEOPLE IN A FETISH POSE. I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO WONDER HOW YOU FUCKING SQUATTERS GOT TWO COUCHES INTO MY HOUSE."
>As Twilight screams, Fluttershy moans and squirts squash soup all over the floor.
>"THAT'S IT, THAT'S THE LAST FUCKING STRAW."
>Twilight concentrates as hard as she can, lifts the three of you, and ejects you onto the street.
>You quickly stand up as Fluttershy tugs on your pant leg.
>Her face is an expression of satisfaction.
>"Anon, can I get that kiss now?"
"No."
>Lyra is lyraing on her back staring directly into the sun.
>You hear a scream from Twilight's house.
>"WHY IS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FUCKING CUPS BROKEN?"