Originally Published February 26th, 2018

>Be Anon
>The day is done, so it's bedtime
>Strip down and throw your clothes in the hamper
>Hop in your Iron Will onesie and crawl under the blankets
>Your Lyra plush lays in wait by your pillow
>Fluttershy gifted it to you when she thought you were "dating" Lyra
>Sure, you thought Lyra was cute and all
>But she kept trying to guess your fetish for some reason
>Thankfully, the doll does no such thing
>You snuggle up to your Lyra doll and begin to fall into the sultry arms of sleep
>taptaptap
>You snap your eyes open and stare out the window
Who the fuck's tapping?
>In reply, a minty hoofy comes up from below the sill
>Of course it's Lyra
The fuck do you want? It's 3am.
>Lyra pulls the rest of herself up as you say this
>"Are living dolls your fetish, Anon?"
>what
>You point your Lyra plush at the real Lyra
Get the fuck away fro-uhh
>Lyra plush is not in your hand
>The real Lyra turns red and grins before shimmering away
>She was a hologram
>As you grab your blankets to shield yourself from the mean green rape machine, you can hear the snaps on your buttflap open up
>A familiar plush sensation snakes past your bum and towards your crotch
>"Well, Anon? Are they your fetish?"
>You moved towns after that night
>Fucking Lyra