The only chapter... maybe... probably
You sit on your living room couch, cuddled up in a seasonal sweater and matching pants. 'Ugly things,' you think to yourself as you scratch at the itchy clothing.
Your feet are kicked up and resting on the living room table of your house. The place is nothing fancy: kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms, a back boiler room which also has the fuse panel and a living room which double acts as a dinning room when you have company... which isn't too often.
It's not that you're asocial, far from it. You just live with yourself and nopony else. You've always thought it to be weird to even consider a relationship with a pony, considering you're a human from another world.
You lean back on the couch and let out something that's a mix between a groan and a yawn, all the while cracking your fingers as you stretch. You cluck your tongue.
You twittle your fingers as you sit there, watching the fake fire, in the fake wood place, burn. It's a fancy little thing and they've always spiked your interest. There's music playing from the radio nearby, emitting festive tunes.
You hum the tune to 'It's the most wonderful time of the year' to yourself. Though you wonder to yourself if it truly is the most wonderful time of the year. Yeah... it's snowing... ponies are happy... but to you it just seems like any other day of the winter, minus the lights and decorations.
The thought lingers back to the possibility of having somepony special in your life to spend Christmas with, or, as they call it in this world, Hearth's Warming. You disregard your thoughts as you tell yourself it's too late for that. It's Hearth's Warming Eve already. It's too late to go looking, you'd probably come off as desperate or strange and... it's probably taboo.
You settle yourself on the knowledge that you got your boss a coffee mug. 'That's enough festiveness out of me for this year,' you tell yourself.
As you sit with yourself, arms crossed, you get a hankering for a beverage. Not liquor as you hardly indulge, but something along the lines of... coffee... or milk...
It's on the tip of your tongue but you can't think of it. You want something a little more... festive. Rolling your eyes, you sigh to yourself. You hear ponies outside singing with each other, prancing through the streets, pretty decorative lights hanging from street lamp to street lamp.
It's really something. Back on your own world, you traveled a fair bit, going from town to town, city to city, but never in your whole life had you seen anything like this. Everypony seemed to have somepony special. Everypony seemed happy. There weren't beggers in the streets or ponies in this town that may not receive gifts. As goofy as it was, it did warm your heart to see it. Parents with their children, skating on ice rinks together, the child up on their shoulders. Ponies doing last minute shopping... couples trotting hoof in hoof... you shake it off. Compared to how you were back on your home world, you were a completely changed man but still... it was oddly different to see this world around this time of the year.
“Damn seasonal spirit,” you mutter to yourself as you stand up and make your way to the kitchen. There's a tray of cookies, Hearth's Warming cookies, baked by Applejack. You had helped her out yesterday to hang some lights around the barn and in return she had baked you some cookies and, to your surprise, they were only shaped like apples rather than tasting like them as well. They also had little colored sprinkles on them.
Grabbing just one, you chomped down on it as you walked towards the fridge and popped it open. Searching and searching, you scratch at you belly, trying to do away with the itchy feeling the sweater brought.
Your boss from the local general store had given you some festive wear for the holidays that had to be custom fitted to your body since you were different from ponies. With a rub of your chin, you move the milk aside and find the eggnog. You think to yourself, eyes wandering then finally nod. This is what you've had a hankering for the last hour.
You set the eggnog on the counter and go to retrieve a coffee cup. Just as you're about to ready yourself a cupful, there's a knock at the door. “It's open,” you call out, loud enough so they can hear.
A moment passes and just as you're about to pour yourself that cup you wanted, the knock echoes again. “It's open!” you call a bit louder, figuring they might not have heard you the first time. As you go to finally pour yourself that cup of eggnog, the knocking continues.
“I SAID IT'S... Oh for buck sakes...” you curse mildly to yourself as you walk towards the door, leaving the eggnog on the counter. “The one time of the year ponies have other ponies to bug, they decide to bug me. Can't they just leave me alone?” you grumble to yourself.
You reach the door and open it, already talking before you see who it is. “I said it's o-” you cut yourself off as your greeted by a light green unicorn with dazzlingly beautiful amber eyes... or maybe their gamboge... one or the other.
“Oh... Lyra, hey,” you greet the mare, who's bundled up in a scarf and a festive wool sweater that's equally as dreadful as your own. You realize there's a heavy breeze that's gusting about. “Come in, come in,” you offer. She smiles and trots inside, kicking off her boots at your doormat.
“May I?” she asks, and you cock an eyebrow.
“May you what?” you ask back.
“Take off my boots and stay for a while?” she asks politely. You shrug as you close the door behind her.
“Sure... I guess. Take a load off,” you offer, standing behind her and helping her take off that dreadful sweater. In the process, you decide to take off your own goddess ugly sweater, leaving only your white t-shirt, which clings to your body's frame somewhat due to the fact it's a wee bit small for you.
You wave her over to the living room. “Come on in...” you offer but yourself walk to the kitchen. “I'm gonna have some eggnog... want some?” you ask, not really giving much expression in your tone.
“Please, if you don't mind,” she replies back. You take out a second coffee cup and pour two cups then look back again.
“Applejack baked some cookies. Want one of those too?” you ask. She nods a reply. Deciding to get a tray, you place the two cups of eggnog, the carton itself and a plate of cookies on the tray and make your way back over to the couch where Lyra is sitting.
It's interesting how she sits too. Unlike most ponies who sit more like a dog, she sits as a human would, legs hanging down while she sits on her rump. You've always been fascinated about that. You pull up the table and set the tray down while picking up her cup and offering it to her.
“Thank you,” she gives her thanks then takes the cup in her magical aura. As she takes it however, part of her aura touches your skin, sending a rather sensitive tingly feeling down your hand.
In no rush, and not abruptly either, you pull your back and give it a shake. She looks to you, realizing what's she's done, and apologizes sincerely. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that.” You just wave it off.
“Nah, it's okay. Doesn't hurt or anything. Just different,” you reply modestly. You take your own coffee cup along with a cookie. She also grabs one and as your about to take a sip, she levitates her own cup over to you.
You look to her and she smiles. “Cheers?” she offers and you shrug, clacking the two cups together.
“Cheers...” you reply, 'I guess,' you don't add in. Taking a sip, you smile inwardly. That's what you've needed. The stuff is good and you wish you could drink more but you know from past experiences that too much results in stomach aches and mild sickness.
As you sit in the warmth of your home you smile to yourself. Of all the ponies, Lyra was okay in your books. You've chatted with her before, mostly when she comes into the general store to buy something, but sometimes on other occasions.
She seems like an alright pony. Nice and kind, but not completely out of the ordinary like some ponies around here. A thought spikes in your mind. “Hey, Lyra?” you begin to ask, catching her attention. “Not that's it's any of my business but... I kinda figured you'd spend Hearth's Warming with that other mare you're always with... Bon Bon?” you ask but she just smiles and shakes her head.
“No. She's going out to some other party out of town and I had to stay and watch the house,” she replies. You just shrug but then she says something you weren't expecting. “So I thought, maybe... I'd spend Hearth's Warming with one of my good friends.” You blink blankly and stare at her. “What?” she asks.
“We're... friends?” you ask, dumbfounded.
Her expression goes dire. “Well... I was kind of... hoping so...” she trails off and you realize quickly what you've done.
“Oh, cool!” you exclaim happily, taking her off guard. “Sorry it's just that... I dunno... I never thought anypony considered me their friend... minus Pinkie, she seems to think everypony is her bestfriend,” you chuckle, which she adds into.
“So you're happy we're friends?” she asked and you nod.
“Well yeah! I mean... yeah,” you stammer, not really sure how to take it. Your life back on earth was... complicated, and you never really had much time to make friends, not that you really wanted to either. It was a business thing more than a social thing.
“Me too!” she replies and you smile. You sit for a while longer, mostly in silence, before you speak.
“Sooo...” you ask and she looks back to you.
“So?” she asks back.
“Ah dunno... figured you would've said something... about Hearth's Warming, family, stuff like that?”
She just rubs her chin then raises her front hooves in an 'I don't know' kind of way. “Dunno, how bout you?” she asks but you shake your head. “No?” she asks and you nod.
“Not much to tell. Truth be told, I was probably gonna pass out on the couch, wake up tomorrow... shovel my driveway for something to do then... let the day pass by unnoticed. Tried to get my boss to let me work on Hearth's Warming but she wouldn't allow it. Like I had anything else to do, plus it might've pulled in more profit. A store open on Hearth's Warming? Ever feel like you're missing that one important thing you need from a store on a day when everything's closed?” you chuckle and she blinks.
“Well... I'm sure there's something you could have done,” she offers but you shake your head. “Well, you could've went to a friend's house.”
“Nah... ain't got no friends... well, minus you and... maybe Pinkie. Don't get out much, you know,” you tell her. She nods with a giggle.
“I know. I hardly ever see you around town except at your job.” You think back to the life you lived back on your home world. It was far different in every way but it was still the same lifestyle in one way. People really only ever saw you when you were working or the odd time around town.
“Don't have much reason to go out,” you say before taking a sip of your eggnog.
“Well, now that you know we're friends, maybe you could hang out with me. We could do stuff together,” she offers and you raise a brow.
“Stuff?” you ask.
“Yeah... stuff. You know... things,” she says and you huff out a laugh.
“Alright... stuff... and things,” you chuckle and she blushes.
“So... you'd hang out with me. Go out and do things together?” she asks and you nod.
“Yeah... sure.” You take a cookie and crunch it down. They're pretty tasty so you have a second. For a while, the two of you sit and have a laugh together, conversing about mostly useless things.
Lyra bites her lower lip, a hue of blush coming across her cheek. “This... it's a nice time of year isn't it?” she asks and you nod. With a deep inhale, she chews lightly on her lower lip, obviously pondering a thought of some kind. “I... I think... I've been... lately I wanted to...” she exhales deeply, fidgeting slightly.
You wait for her to speak but when she says nothing, you add onto her statement. “Yeah. It really is a nice time of year,” you say. “Around here it's a lot better than back on my world. People would get frantic around this time of the year, always trying to get last minute gifts, going broke, trying to make ends meet... stuff like that,” you say, leaning back into your couch.
“Well... can I be... blunt?” she asks and you shrug. “I... like you,” she says in a way that doesn't give much in the terms of emotion, and you don't give it a second thought.
“Thanks, I like you too. You seem pretty normal. Down to earth and not so... ah dunno... out there, you know.” But she shakes her head.
“No, I mean... I... really like you,” she replies and that's when it clicks and you realize what she means. Your face goes pale for a moment while your heart skips a beat, a shiver rattling your spine. Seeing your expression, she turns away. “I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... maybe I should just...” she gets up to leave but you pull her back down to the couch.
“No wait! I... I dunno... it's okay?” you say, not really sure how to take this. She gives a bit of a confused look and you bite your lip. “I'm sorry, it's just that-” she cuts you off.
“You don't feel the same way for me. There's another mare. It's alright, I understand,” she jumps to conclusions but you shake your head.
“No-no-no-no! Nothing like that. I just... I dunno... I never thought of it like that, between us. Always just buddies, you know?” you offer and she nods.
“I shouldn't have said anything,” she apologizes and tries to leave but you hold her down.
“Jus-just wait... hold on a minute... there isn't another mare, it's not that I don't like you that way I just... well I dunno. I mean, I've never thought of you that way to be honest. It's just kind of sudden... how long?” you ask and she gives you a look. “I mean, how long have you liked me... like this?”
“A little while. I wasn't sure at first but... I'm really sorry, maybe we should just forget I said anything.” You shake your head.
“Nah... no, we shouldn't,” you say and at first she has a look of fear on her face. “It's okay, relax,” you assure her. “It's just that... well... isn't that a little... taboo or something?” you ask but she shakes her head.
“No, not really. It's different but ponies have paired up with others. Gryphons, zebras, donkeys. It would be okay...” she replies, hesitant and unsure where this was going. To tell the truth, you yourself didn't know where you were going but you didn't want to hurt the mare's feelings.
“I'll be honest... I've never once thought of it that way between us, or with anypony for that matter.” Her expression goes a bit dire. “But...” you trail off and her expression changes to a lighter one. “You've probably been the one pony that's kept me sane. Probably the most normal pony I know. You're not... you don't have crazy antics, you don't do ridiculous things, you're not... you just... I dunno, you make me smile. So... I owe you that much and... I don't know if I'd be very good at this but... for you, I'll give it a shot,” you say and her smile widens.
She leans forwards a bit and you don't notice but her tail rises above the two of you. She giggles and you raise a brow before she motions with her eyes for you to look up. You briefly look up and see that, clipped to the tip of her tail, is a mistletoe.
“Uhh... ah-ha-ha... yah, okay, that's a good one,” you chuckle, leaning towards her and wrapping your arms around her back as you take her in for a gentle kiss. Very briefly, your lips touch. As you lean back she smiles brightly, a hue of blush across her light green cheeks which look very cute.
“Thank you... for giving me a chance.” You just shrug.
“Nah. I should be thanking you. I don't know what this feeling is but... it's special,” you reply, your stomach filled with a butterfly feeling. The two of you lean in for another kiss but as you do, her hooves move a little higher on your body and tickle your sides.
“AH! Hey!” you gasp and she gives you a coy look.
“What?” she giggles. You frown.
“That's not fair. How'd you know I was ticklish there?” you ask but she doesn't answer as her horn glows. A feather tickles the backside of your neck and along the side where your neck meets your shoulder. “Ahh! Hey!” you gasp and grab at her sides, trying to tickle along her sides like she had done to you.
It only half works as she squeals and the two of you topple over, knocking over the table and spilling eggnog on the both of you. You just sigh as she gives you a look, one of cross playfulness.
“Do you see what you've done?” she giggles.
“You started it,” you laugh back.
“Well you're cleaning it up,” she teases and you lean forwards and lick the eggnog off her nose, making her blush. Her fur isn't like a dog's or cat's. Hair doesn't plague your mouth. Instead you just feel your tongue brush along a smooth fur coat, which tastes like eggnog at the moment.
She laughs and squeaks. “H-hey! That... tee-hee,” she laughs. You start to lick down her neck and she bites her lip, giggling slightly but in a different tone. “Mmm...” is all she whispers out as you lick up the eggnog around her collarbone. Stopping there, you give her a smile which she returns with a pouty face.
“That's not nice,” she pouts and you give her a look.
“What's not nice?” you reply back.
“You know what... besides, there's still some left over,” she said, rolling over to her belly and revealing her back. You smirk and begin to roll you tongue down her back. She coos quiet notes of... pleasure, you figure.
As you reach the midsection of her back, her rump arches upwards and her tail flicks up and to the side in a seemingly natural way. You wouldn't have noticed if her tail hadn't swatted you in the face several times.
You finish off the eggnog and you here her give off a sigh. “Humph.” She emits an unsatisfied grunt.
“What?” you chuckle. She stand up and trots away slightly.
She gives you a lustful face while her tail arcs downwards and dangles the mistletoe around her more private area.
She gives her tail a little shake, jiggling the mistletoe. “Clever girl,” you whisper to yourself, crawling over to her. As you reach her, her tail swings away once more, arcing up and to the side. Her back arches and she presents her hind quarters to you.
You hold her flanks, one with each hand, and give them each a firm squeeze. With your right hand, you stroke over her cutie mark. It's strange. Almost like they're part of the fur coloration. She peeps out a moan as you look at her nether region. Her slit is glistening and obviously in need of some well deserved attention.
Using your right hand, you stroke your index and middle finger up and down her dripping pussy but never once indulge yourself into it. Its smooth and silky to the touch, like velvet. Her juices coat your fingers like oil, spreading itself out and sticking to you with a slippery feel.
Her clitoris is exposed and winks at you every so often as her vagina twitches. She continues to moan out high notes of pleasure as you play with her. You think to yourself how quickly this has escalated but push that thought to the back of your mind with haste. You'd rather please the mare in front of you than wonder how you got so lucky.
Using your thumbs, you spread apart her lips and start to lick up and down, pausing at her clitoris each time to give it a gentle flick with the tip of your tongue. She begins to push her rump into your face while you start to explore her depths with your tongue, slithering your way inside of her.
Juices begin to seep from her like a leaky faucet, wetting your face and making a slight puddle on the floor beneath the two of you. It tastes... different, you can admit that, but at the same time it tastes fair and decent.
As you continue, you feel something tingly grab the base of your shirt and begin to pull it off. It gets partly way up before getting snagged around your chest. You've only ever had a few shirts and they were all a too small.
Helping her out, you lean back and raise your arms up high. She pulls the shirt off but is already working on your belt. It slips off with ease and she begins to pull of your pants but in her haste she ends up yanking you to the floor as the magic levitation pulls your legs out from under you.
“OOMPH!” You grunt and she gasps.
“I'm sooo sorry. I didn't mean to do that,” she apologizes but you just chuckle as you pull her in to give her a kiss. She moves her body against yours and soon you find that your boxers are being tugged off too.
“Hey,” you tease playfully. “It's not Hearth's Warming yet,” you say and she gives you a pouty face.
“Well... maybe you'll let me...” she trails off as she begins to nudge your boxers off. “Open my present...” your boxers continue to slid down. “Early?” she asks hopefully as they're finally tugged fully off. Now nude, you stiff erection is at full mast and fully visible.
She rubs her flank cheeks against your shaft, her wet juices lubricating you in the process. “And maybe...” she trails off as her rear end lifts up a little. She presses her entrance to the tip of your cock and the two of you gasp before making eye contact. “I'll give you your present early too,” she ends her sentence by slowly driving herself onto you, enveloping your entire length inside her wet insides.
“Ahh!” you both gasp as she grinds against you. The two of you make eye contact for a moment before leaning in and kissing each other passionately. Both your mouths open slightly and your tongues tangle together.
As you kiss, she begins to rock her hips. Her inner muscles massage you in a way that's nearly mind blowing and unimaginable. You twist and rock your hips to try and meet her. She pulls away from the kiss and begins to moan. Your hands find themselves at her hips, guiding her motions.
As she bounces above you, her mane flops around in a blissful way. You moan as well, but they are quickly drowned out by the sloppy sounds of the two of you making love. You look down to see the magic happening. Your shaft, now slick with her juices, sliding in and out of her, each time filling her. Her eyes are half open, cheeks burning with a deep hue of red.
“Oooh,” she moans. “You feel sooo good,” she whimpers then bites her lip. She continues to bounce on your lap, her hips grinding against yours every time she lands on you. No words really leave your mouth as your trapped within the pleasure that's eating you up.
All you can do is holds her hips and thrust back while making vocal grunts and moans. Soon enough, her moans reach a higher pitch and her thrusts become jerky and erratic. You can't keep pace and suddenly she collapses atop of you, her rump jiggling as she tries in vein to thrust against you.
Her insides squeeze tightly against you and a warm liquid seeps past your shaft that's buried inside of her. Marecum oozes out onto your balls as she huffs into you ear. You lick up the side of her neck and stop by the base of her ear before nibbling on the tip.
After a moment of huffing to catch her breath, she giggles. “Oh... tee-hee... that tickles,” she says as her ear flaps. She begins to ride on you once more, her front hooves pressed against your chest to keep herself balanced.
She moans out lovely notes of intimate pleasure as the two of you make love together. Her insides gently squeeze against you, almost as if pulling you deeper inside. You keep trying to drive yourself deeper inside of her but can't seem to manage. You feel as if there's just a few more inches that could fit but you could never reach it.
As time went on, you start to feel a building pressure deep in your groin. An almost tingly feeling. “Mmph... Lyra...” you grunt and she just moans, already reaching the verge of yet another orgasm. “Lyra... I'm gonna... mmm,” you huff but she instead stops.
Nearing your limit, you try to thrust into her and finish yourself but then wonder. “Lyra... I'm not... well, you know. Wearing a condom,” you whisper but she just shrugs.
“It's alright. You can't get me pregnant. At least not right now. I'm not in heat,” she coos. Taking that as the okay, you try to finish yourself but she firmly plants her hips into yours, restricting you from thrusting.
“Ahh-ha-h-hey!” you gasp in pleasure and she cocks an eyebrow.
“Hey what? Hay is for ponies,” she giggles teasingly. You bite your lip.
“Lyra... I'm about to cum,” you grunt and she smiles.
“Oh really? But I haven't finished yet. You're not gonna leave me hanging, are you?” she asks playfully and you just grunt to yourself. She begins to thrust herself against you again and you can feel the pressure building up inside of you. Suddenly there's that feeling... the one you felt when her magic touched your skin... except it's around your cock. It amplifies the feeling and you think for certain you'll blow your load right then and there.
She begins to reach her peak and you figure it would be time for you to finish as well. You try to thrust against her but as hard as you try you can't seem to push yourself over the edge. You shouldn't even have to try. It was right there.
You're testicles tingle with the feeling of an enormous orgasm but you can't seem to set it off, no matter how you move. Lyra screams in pleasured ecstasy as she rides out an orgasm. More juices flow from her insides as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, some drool slipping down.
You keep thrusting but never seem to reach the point. As minutes turned to hours, she keeps riding you, enduring orgasm after orgasm, riding atop your pulsing shaft that so desperately needs release. “Ugh... Lyra... LYRA!” You scream out, your insides flexing. She screams your name back to you as she nears yet another one of her orgasms.
Finally able to take no more, your leg snags the backside of her hindleg and you flip you bodies over, your cock slipping out of her for a brief moment. Now on top and dominant, you feel the insatiable urge... the need, to be back inside of her. To finally finish.
Thrusting back inside of her, the two of you make eye contact. One of your hands meets her front hoof and the two of you embrace into a kiss as you hold her tight. She moans deep into your throat as you feel her insides tighten against you in another orgasmic state. With the extra friction and the new position, you don't even last a few seconds.
You thrust deep inside of her and end up pressing the tip of your cock to the base of her pussy, reaching her cervix. You thrust once more and her insides try to milk you, trying to keep you inside. With a third and final thrust, you feel an eruption. A flash of white blinds your mind as you drive yourself to her deepest depth and release yourself inside of her. The first spurt rattles your body and you shake.
Your cum plasters itself into her womb and quickly overflows, seeping past your buried cock and oozing out of her along with her own marecum. The two of you whimper and moan into each others mouths while you unload into her, and she milks you for every drip.
After a few brief moments, you pull your lips away from hers to get a breath of fresh air. “Lyra I-” but she cuts you off with a hoof to your mouth.
“I know... amazing,” she whispers. The two of you hold each other tight. “Honey?” she asks and you look to her. “Happy Hearth's Warming.” You were about to say something but as you look to the old grandfather clock, you realize it's just a few minutes past midnight. You smile and hold her tight.
“Lyra?” you ask and she listens. “Will you stay with me for Hearth's Warming?”
“Only for Hearth's Warming? I thought you'd want to keep me around longer than that!” she teases and you just give her a frown before she kisses the tip of your nose. “I'd love to. Now come on, let's get to bed. I'm wiped,” she whispers.
You slip out from inside of her with an audible SCHLUUUUUCK, while the two of you gasp from the sensation. Your cum, mixed with her own, oozes out in globs from her love hole. Scooping her up in your arms, you walk the two of you to your room where you set her down in your bed before crawling in next to her.
Snuggling up together, exhaustion quickly begins to overtake the both of you. Lyra whispers to you. “Sweetie... it may be too early to tell but, I think... I love you.” You nod and nestle your nose into hers.
“I love you too,” you whisper back before the two of you fall asleep in each others embrace...
* * *
As you sleep, a distant memory fogs itself in your mind. One of the last ones you had from your old world. It was about two years ago, around this time as well...
The blizzard was harsh, blinding and dreadfully cold. The wind whistled past you, nearly threatening to take you off your feet. Your black balaclava did well to keep your face safe from the frost. Your black gloves kept your fingers warm but allowed precise movement, unlike some larger styled gloves.
Your duffle bag rode on your side, snow covering the top and some of the sides. You walked up to the building. Pushing open the doors, you let them swing wide enough so that the two people behind you on each side could walk through as well.
They were dressed in a similar fashion, also sporting duffle bags. You walked into the main lobby and yelled out for everyone's attention. “Alright ladies and gentlemen, listen up! Do as we say and we'll all have a Merry Christmas...”