Shorts I've done for the Lyra thread. New shorts will be added from the top. Unless spaced by "--" these aren't meant to have any hard continuity. Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:51:17 No.36263677 >Your ears twist and turn as you step into the house, a hoof working its way into the scarf around your neck to loosen it. >... >It's oddly quiet. >The unlit fireplace doesn't do much for the nerves either, making it hard to see. >Lyra wouldn't just sit in the cold like this. >Your eyes won't adjust to the dark for a good while, so you'll have to rely on other senses for clues. >To the average villager, it wouldn't be so much of a big deal. >It's a time to sit down, relax, and talk with a herd about your day in the comfort of their own home. >To you, however, it's you at your most vulnerable. >And something is wrong. >Where's the wild sounds of trotting and tumbling, the boisterous laughter, the texture of stray oats trailing form the kitchen? >Did she go out without saying anything? >No, she's usually waiting here to nudge you back onto your hooves when you want to rest after making candy all day. >Snout close to the floor, you begin to search for your mint green roommate. >The matches in the living area are missing too. >How many times do you have to tell her to put things back where she found them? >Tentatively, you make your way to Lyra's room, a smell working it's way into your snout. >It's Lyra's scent, and... a stallion? >No, something different. >Something foreign, though you think you have a good idea as to who's. Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:52:18 No.36263678 >>36263677 (You) >Nuzzling your way through her door, which is thankfully lit on the other side, you see the two culprits on a seemingly too-small bed, curled up asleep partially under a thick blanket. >Looks like all those tall tales mommas tell their foals about sleeping alone is true. >A big predator really did snatch Lyra up because she slept alone without other ponies to take watch. >Right, she mentioned he was hairless over most of his body too, and that without insulation he was the warmest "cuddly buddy." >The human had both his fore-arms around her securely, one of his weird claws over her muzzle, a little tongue poking out here and there to lick the individual digits. >Her ear flicks as Anon's breath tickles the back of it, making a motion to lightly swat him on his tiny foal-like snout. >And next to them on the bedside table are the matches you’re looking for. >Snorting you canter over to the bedside table, not making an effort to be quiet. >Predators tend to sleep more soundly, and for many times longer than a pony. >And Lyra is... Lyra. >Not to snuff the hearth, but unicorns are unusually eccentric, especially those weirdos that never leave their mountains, and none more than Lyra. >Even the way she sits and grazes is weird. >As you get close, you find Lyra's muzzle has escaped from the hold, twisting around up to try and hit the human's face with a stray lick. >Deftly, and still asleep, the human's chin tilts up, narrowly avoiding it. >With a low grunt his claw grabs and rubs her muzzle once more, now you realize it's to stop the sleepy grooming. >The human hums, pressing his face into her thick winter coat as he curls up around her, squeezing out a quiet whicker from Lyra. >Just like that they’re still again. >...They're both weirdos. >Swishing your tail, you make your leave. >Unlike the two of them, you’re freezing your girls off and have a fire to start. ---- >You sigh, laying your head down on the front counter. >School isn't out for another few hours so the usual customers are nowhere to be seen yet. >No special orders for any dates or gifts. >The Cakes haven't commissioned any candy structures for any special pastries either. >Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a second- >”Heya, Bonnie.” >Your head shoots up to Lyra, who's sporting an innocent grin. >... >Too innocent. ”Anon, if I catch one of your weird claws in one of my jars I'm going to bite them.” >Your ears flick back to a quiet grunt and some fumbling behind you as the human backs off. >"H-hey now, horsie. We were just messing around." >Stupid predators and their quiet hoofsteps. >Even with his human shoes and being a good head taller than a minotaur, you didn't even hear him sneaking up behind you. >If you weren't used to dealing with them prowling around in your last job, with much deadlier intentions, he might have gotten away with it. >Guess that 6th sense you picked up for these things never really goes unlearned. >"Aww, I was sure that would work." Lyra frowns. >Road apples, where did you put your broom? "Maybe you can abuse Anon's physiology for other things than stealing candy from my shop." >"I do! Hey, Anon do that weird thing you do with my tail." >You wheel around, tucking your tail in and pressing your rump against the counter. >He just looks at you with his stupid smile as you force your ears and head upright. >If it's anything else you learned from your last job is that ear pinning and bowing your head comes off as submissive when it comes to predators. >That's the last thing you want to convey to this irritating human. >You definitely don't care for whatever it is Anon can do with or around a pony's tail. >You're pretty sure you don't want to know either. >"Come on, Bonnie. It'll feel weird but it won't hurt, I promise." >"Yeah, Bon. I got magic hands." >You pause, ears flicking between the troublemakers. >They wouldn't do anything too untoward or mean spirited but being around them, especially Anon, makes the fur on your withers stand up on end. "If I agree to this... whatever it is. Do you promise you'll leave my shop?" >They both nod. >You sigh, and slowly turn around, keeping the big human in your peripherals as he kneels down behind you. "If I feel anything under my tail, I'll buck." >The human's face flushes at that. >"Th-there's nothing under there that I want to touch, you grumpy horse." >You snort and roll your eyes at that. >You've seen him looking at Lyra's butt a lot when he thinks no one's looking. >Honestly they should just rut already. >Maybe then they'll stop causing so much trouble, and your oats will remain safe. >You still don't know how she even- >Your hind leg reflectively stomps when you feel the human grab your tail, under the end of your last tailbone. >"Easy, there. Bon." >He places another hand on top of your rump making the rest of your body tense, your tail begging to be clamped back down. >"It's easier if you relax, Bonnie." "I doubt it." >You don't know how she can relax with this big human hugging and grabbing her all the time. >Unlike her you and most other ponies actually have preservation instincts. >Still, if it's to get these two out of your shop... >You sigh and do your best to relax, letting the human have free reign of your tail >Anon moves for a bit, then pushes you with one claw on your rump, while gently pulling on the tale with the other. >You're not sure about- >Pop, pop, pop. >You reflectively nicker, nearly falling over as pressure you didn't even know you had in your tail and lower back releases. >That- huhh. >What in sun’s rays was that? >And why does it feel so nice? >Anon grabs your hips and steadies your hoofing for you, before chuckling and giving you a light pat on your cutie mark. >Lyra grins too, making some weird gesture to Anon. >”Alright, we should get going. Bye Bonnie!” >”Yeah, we got a lot of important human and horse things to do. Later, Bon.” >You shake your head, slowly coming to. >Ohh, they’re gone. >Finally, now you can get some- >You’re pretty sure the jar of caramels was full to the brim the last you checked. >When you get your hooves on them... -- >"Youuu...." >You and Anon whip your heads around to see Bonnie, in what you assume is her old spy outfit. >It would be really cool to see if she didn't look super angry. >How did she find you so quickly? >You prop yourself up on Anon's shoulders to nicker at your friend. >At least, you hope she remembers you're friends right now. >It's not like you haven't stolen food from her before. >You swallow the sweet creamy evidence in your muzzle just in case. "H-heya, Bonnie," you say, >"Why're you wearin' that onesie, Bonathan?" Anon asks, pushing the caramel in his mouth around with his tongue. >... Of course Anon wouldn't make this easy. >Bon stomps her hoof and swishes her tail. >"My name isn't Bonathan!" >Ha! she didn't say it wasn't a onesie. >Horseapples, Bonbon saw you chuckle. >Anon turns, your eyes meeting with a silent agreement. >Run. >Before you and Anon can even get on your hooves, in one swift motion Bonnie tugs a bolo off her withers and throws it to Anon's legs. Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:53:32 No.36189035 Report >>36189034 >With a yelp he fumbles and topples over. "A-Anon!" >"Lyra!" Anon throws the bag of caramels to you, which you catch in your magic. "Go on without me." "No way." >You whinny in frustration, that Anon would think for a second you'd let him take the flack. >Bonners tries to run you down, but Anon grabs at her waist as she runs past him. >The human easily grapples her and uses his weight to pin her down, even without his hind legs. >...He's got her now, but he's probably going to get bit for that. >As if reading your mind, Bonnie tries at one of his fingers, causing the human to grunt and hook one of his arms around her neck, trying to get a better hold. >"Just go, you stubborn mare." He snaps, picking up a stray pinecone and tossing it in your direction. >With another winny, you rear up and make your escape. >Bonnie probably won't hurt him too bad. >A-and you’ll be sure to save Anon at least half of the caramels. >Honor among oat thieves, and all. >"Lyra, I'm going to make you pull taffy for the next MONTH if you don't get your flank back here." >You only hope she takes it easier on Anon. ---- >You are Lyra heartstrings. >A mare on a mission, running an experiment for the benefit of ponykind. >Your alien friend is lying belly down, pretending to sleep. >Normally he was very sleepy, sometimes out for 8-9 whole hours. >But this time you knew he’s faking it. >You knew because his fingers twitched when he heard you eat a bowl of oats right next to him. >His oats. >And if it's anything you've learned so far, even if his facial expressions can be hard to read, the hands are always a sure give away on how he's feeling and stuff. >They make 'Non a completely open book. >Not that you’d tell him that. >Anyways, you’re standing on his upper back, where the withers would be if he were a pony. >Alternating pressure between your hooves, the human was completely placid. >It makes his back pop here and there. >Which scared you at first. >He then makes odd sounds, something between a growl and moan. >A groan, you think you'll call it. >Which also scared you at first... >You thought it might mean pain or anger, but apparently it's the human version of a nicker. >You're still at it, nuzzling into his back with a stray lick here and there, in an attempt to groom him. >Like usual, during grooming he fidgets. >He can act like such a little colt, making a big fuss when licked or getting their mane monched on. >This time, however, because you found that one spot that makes him human nicker- groan, he doesn't fight back. >reaching down, you nibble his back, which brings back the nice sounds. >His muscles tense and relax as he feels teeth scratch at his bare skin. >You lean over to see his face off to the side. >He sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he melts into his too-hard mattress, a dopey smile on his face. >The human even reaches up, grabbing and squeezing at his sheets. >Yeah. >He's enjoying that. >You’re definitely going to remember that one next time he tries to incapacitate you with belly rubs. >Let's see... >He likes his back scritched a whole lot, and not so much his tummy. >He doesn't mind you walking on top of him, and even seems to love it. >He doesn't like grooming, but likes grooming others, namely yourself with brushes and stuff. >Maybe he's opposite to a pony in other ways too. >You reach up and nibble the rim of one of his ears. >His breath hitches, the muscles on his neck, arms, and back shuddering, a stray hand feeling out for your muzzle. >"-Hell's that?" >You nuzzle and lick at his knuckles with a nicker. "Never mind, me 'Non. Just running an important experiment." >With a grunt and a small thankful rub on your muzzle, the human relaxes once more, nary a protest. >He definitely liked that too. >That explains him trying to grab pony's ears sometimes. >You had to explain that ponies don't really like that. >Not that you mind. >You know humans get all grabby when they're being friendly, and that makes it pleasurable enough for you. >Too bad not many of the other ponies believe you. >Okay, what else can you test out? >... >Right! Ponies don't like their eyes messed with. >You roll off his back and hop to your hooves, moving around to face Anon. >"What in the lord's-" >Before you even finish what you're doing, a hand shoots out to grab one of your hind legs on the opposite side of him, then pulling really fast causing you to flop down like a sack of flour with a startled whinny. >He then pushes himself up and reaches over you, making it hard to stand back up. >Uhh-Ohh. >Now you've made him mad, and he's grabbed and pinned you before you could run away. >Should have eaten more carrots. >"That's enough experiments out of you, you little weirdo." >He slips an arm under your barrel and rolls onto his side with you, pulling you close. >... >And with that, it seems he's all sleepy again. >Maybe it was a bit silly to think Anon liked everything opposite to a pony. >Humans definitely do not like getting their eyeballs licked. >Satisfied for now, you kick your hooves to turn around, burying your muzzle into the nape of his neck. >Maybe you can be sleepy with him for once. -- Anonymous 11/16/20(Mon)00:43:38 No.36160408 >You scan the park at a brisk trot, ears tilting here and there and saying the odd hello to ponies that pass by. >Ohh, there he is. >Your human is laying on his back with his arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight. >Maybe if you're real quiet, you can- >"Hey, Lye." "Aww, how'd you know I was here?" >He looks at you, a small grin on his face. >"Hooves." >Right... you kind of wish you could sneak up on ponies as well as Anon. >Maybe you can ask Boners. >Heh, Boners. >The human closes his eyes, nestling all comfy in the autumn leaves. >"Plus you got this special way of walkin'. A bit more bouncy than the average little horse." >Huhh, you've never heard a pony identify somepony else through their gait. >Must be a human thing. >Probably because they don't smell as good as a pony. >You canter up to him, kicking up some dirt before rolling around on your back >As usual, you end up failing to keep your balance and end up using Anon as support. >How does he do this so effortlessly? >You're pulled from your thoughts as Anon takes that as a cue to bury his fingers into your belly, a nicker slipping out. >"Your winter coat's grown in." "Yep. You don't get one?" >"Nahh, I think my hair'll get darker some. That's about it." >At least that's similar to ponies. >Your coat always gets a bit darker and more vibrant than it is during the summer. >Being a purebred Canterlot unicorn, your winter coat grows a good bunch longer than the local flat land dirt ponies too, which Anon seems to be enjoying. >It's a real shame you'll have to share it with him some more with a whole bunch of cuddles this winter. >It's a tough job but somepony's gotta do it. >No wonder he's bundled up in that jacket- "Wait a minute..." >You roll back onto your hooves to smell around his torso with another short nicker, before burying your muzzle in Anon's jacket. >Occasionally he'll leave some carrots and peppermints on hoof for you to pilfer. >Luckily, this is one of those times. >The human chuckles, grabbing at one of your ears and tossing it around. >Ohh yeah? >You snort, and nibble his ears back, causing his face to flush. >Though he quickly relaxes as you nuzzle and groom him, even lightly dozing off. >If not for the treats snapping you out of it, he'd have you in such a position with his belly scritches right about now. >You knew these experiments were useful. >Some more ponies pass by, looking in awe that he’s been practically sedated with a simple bit of grooming in the right spot. >For some reason the town thinks Anon is as much of a grump as Bon is. >Which isn't true. >Anon isn't very expressive in the face, his body language otherwise is flipped upside down. >But he's probably friendlier than most ponies! >His language can seem pretty mean though... >Their loss. >Speaking of which, your experiments with human incapacitation have been progressing smoothly. >You've been muzzle-deep in research as of late, playing around with simple spell matrixes. >It reminds you of long study nights at Celestia's school. >When Anon ran his fingers through your mane a couple weeks ago, something clicked. >Humans probably do this together all the time. >Probably to eat ticks and things, you're not sure. >They eat some pretty gross things. >While you've gotten used to, and even prefer his method of grooming over a pony, to never feel the touch of another pony would make you feel sad. >Casting your spell, you summon a spectral "hand". >While it doesn't look like one- something you can refine later. >It should put the right amount of pressure in different points and feel like one. >A lot of trial and error was involved, but now it's close to where even you can't tell the difference. >Like, you had to get a butt load of headpats from Anon to work this out. >For research. >... >Okay, moment of truth. >With the golden yellow blob, you stroke Anon's scalp in much the same way he does you. >He jerks away from it, to your surprise, the silly human giving it a fearful look. "Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep." >With a few blinks, he nestles in close, curling around you like a big cat. >"N-never thought I'd-" He chokes. >You... You've never seen Anon tear up. >You didn't even know humans could do that. >He snaps out of it with a reassuring nuzzle under his chin, accompanied by a soft whicker. >With a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip on you, almost clinging on defensively. >For you or for him, you're not sure. >As you continue stroking his mane- hair, he starts to lean into it, his grip relaxing. >If you had foals with Anon, would they want to seek comfort in the same way? >Not that you think about having foals with your best oat stealing buddy or anything. >You feel around in different areas too, "patting" him the same way he tries to do with ponies. >...Which you also had to explain that ponies don't like very much. >This puts that real nice smile back on his face, and he holds onto you lightly with his stray hands, a pulse of pressure going through his fingers. >According to your notes, this must be the pony equivalent of wiggling your snoot when something feels -really- good. >As you move it back up to rub his cheek, he thoughtlessly reaches for it, stopping near militrots away. >Why is he hesitating? >You close the distance, wrapping your magic around his hand. >The human cautiously grips it, turning beat red. >...This means you’re human married now, doesn’t it?