You wake up slowly, welcoming the golden rays of Celestia’s sun and feeling them warm your entire body. You stretch automatically and bring a hand to your face, rubbing your eyes free of sleep-sand. As you fumble with your pants and a belt, you can hear Bon-Bon and Lyra talking over breakfast.
“I know, I know. But I’ll be off tomorrow, I promise. I have a massive order of piñatas to fill for the preschool graduation.” Bon-Bon explains to Lyra. You hear the latter groan loudly, if somewhat overdramatically, and childishly stomp her hooves on the floor.
“Lyra, stop that!” Bon-Bon whispers harshly. “You don’t want to piss off Mr. Waddles again! He hates us enough as it is.”
You stop moving and stand silently, hoping that Mr. Waddles forgets about the noise coming from the apartment above his long enough to report you all to the landlord again. The crotchety old pony has already gotten Lyra and Bon-Bon in enough trouble since you first moved in. Meanwhile in the dining room, Lyra stifles a giggle, clearly enjoying the newfound power she has over Bon-Bon.
“You wouldn’t dare…” Bon-Bon warns Lyra. You quickly finish tossing on clothes and quietly open your bedroom door to watch the scene unfold. Lyra, the troublesome mare that she was, was holding her forehooves high above the wooden table she and Bon-Bon sat around, a sinister smile on her face.
“Oh, wouldn’t I?” she responds playfully. She thrusts a hoof down, stopping mere inches above the tabletop. Bon-Bon cringes at the sight and sighs in relief. You watch, wondering what could have possibly led to this.
“Fine…” Bon-Bon says finally, rising from her chair. She trots into the living room and remains there for a minute while Lyra crosses her forelegs in victory, a smug smile crossing her lips. Bon-Bon returns with a small bag of bits and plops it on the dining room table. “I hope you choke on it.”
“Gladly.” Lyra chirps, pulling the money closer to her.
“I hate you sometimes.” Bon-Bon says while tossing her saddlebags fit with a lyre clip on her back. She trotted to the door and opened it, a wicked smile on her face. “Sometimes I think I should have stayed living with Octavia instead.” She dashed into the hall and slammed the door shut behind her.
“Hey! You love me!” Lyra called after the cream coloured mare, but she was already long gone.
“What was that?” you ask, leaving the sanctity of your room and joining her at the dining room table. You grasp a box of wheat cereal and Lyra’s empty bowl and begin preparing your breakfast. “Lovers quarrel?”
Lyra crosses her forelegs and sticks her tongue out at you. “Nothing. Oh, and you’re an ass.”
“Guilty…” you put a spoonful of cereal in your mouth and begin chewing; Lyra waiting for you to continue. “As charged.”
“Gimme some.” Lyra says lowly, reaching across the table for your bowl.
You recoil and hold the bowl far back from her. “Oh no, you’re getting this over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged.”
You put the bowl back on the table and raise a hand to your chin, stroking it as if deep in thought. “Well… When you put it that way…”
“Hey, this is pretty good.” Lyra says, chomping down on your cereal.
“Wait what?” You glance down at the table, only to find that your bowl was gone and instead was parked in front of the aquamarine mare. “What the hell! I was eating that!”
“Fine.” She responds with her mouth full, milk dribbling down her face. “Have it back.” Lyra opens her mouth revealing half-chewed mush.
“Ugh, gross.” You cover your eyes. “Never mind. I’ll just starve.” You rise from the table and begin walking into the living room.
“You’ll live, fatty.” Lyra calls out, scooping another spoonful of your breakfast into her mouth.
You sit down on the couch in your usual spot, remote in hand. The TV flickers to life and after a minute of channel surfing stops on the Equestria News. You watch intently as the news-stallion explains an incident in Appleoosa.
“So anyway…” Lyra calls from the kitchen.
You try to ignore her interruption and focus on the news.
“I was thinking…” She begins again. You notice that her usually confident demeanor has vanished and she, in fact, sounds nervous. You think nothing of it and turn up the volume slightly.
“Maybe we should, I don’t know… Go into town today?”
Your heart skips a beat and your full attention turns to the beautiful golden-eyed mare sitting in the other room.
“You, know. Just you and me?”
The feelings from the night before flood back. You love her. There’s no way around it. No amount of jokes will cover this fact. And now you and she are going to spend a day together on a… date? The idea stuns you, but you quickly shake it from your mind.
I’m overthinking this. She’s with Bon-Bon! There’s no way that she can even be remotely interested with me, a human no less…
“Sure, I’ll get my coat.” You reply coolly, pushing the images of Lyra out of your head. You sigh lightly and walk into your bedroom. By the time you manage to find your coat (which somehow managed to find its way inside the kitchen refrigerator), Lyra was all ready, wearing an incredibly fashionable saddle adorned with gems that glittered in the sunlight that shone through a window. Little rays of red and blue from the gems sparkled and danced on a nearby wall with each movement that Lyra made.
When you see her, your jaw goes slack. She’s absolutely stunning. Never before have you seen such beauty, on a human or a pony. She winks one of her golden eyes at you and turns around slowly, giving you a full view of the saddle and her slim body.
“You like?” she asks playfully, waggling her eyebrows.
You nod, feeling your mouth dry and heart race.
“Good.” She flicks her tail at you and opens the front door with her magic. “Let’s go before it gets dark.”