> Lyra's Wish
>  by Trompony
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> Chapter 1
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	Finally, the day was coming to a close. A young man with brown, shaggy hair moved with stiffness across a parking lot toward a row of apartments. Kurt shut the door behind him as he plodded across the threshold of his own apartment. To his delight, a hodgepodge assortment of My Little Pony merchandise greeted his eyes and, smiling at them like he always did, he threw off his shoes, hefted off his office bag, and threw himself down on his couch. A few shelves of pony figures, mostly designed for collection by little girls, stared blankly across the room. A few posters hung on the walls, several pony dvds lined his collection, and there even lay a small stuffed toy of one Lyra Heartstrings waiting patiently for his return. A background character he had always had a general attraction to, from the way she was portrayed in the fandom, to her color and the way her mane was styled. He liked the more unique-yet-common style.
Kurt wrapped an arm around his favorite toy and snuggled it while he dug out his phone and scrolled down the list of posts from Facebook and other sites that he frequented. It was just part of his regular routine. He breathed deep and relaxed as he settled back into his personal space, surrounded by the things that he cherished. He lived alone, though that wasn’t to say he didn’t mind the company of others. It was just nicer for his peace of mind to have his own area, not perturbed or molested by the possible interference of roommates. Everything was just so. Everything was in his control. The best part was the ability to stick a few episodes of ponies for background noise without having any possible conflict.
He scrolled down through the mundane, the cute, the thought-provoking, and the challenging posts on his list. A post one of the pages that he liked caught his eye, and in particular, a post with a more risqué depiction of Lyra. It was an obvious presenting pose with her back-side lewdly sticking up in the direction of the observer. Kurt quickly scrolled past. His brow furrowed in tension as he scrolled the rest of the way.
About an hour passed as he got himself caught up in his interests. Kurt stood with a stretch and he moved to his bathroom, throwing off his shirt as he went. One of life’s greatest treasures Kurt did not even think about throwing away: standing in the cleansing, relaxing stream of a warm shower. The average-built male scrubbed himself down. As he stood, he realized that he could not escape his own mind from seeing that picture of Lyra. He knew about rule 34 of the Internet, a basic rule, and he couldn’t help imagining that somebody must have drawn female parts for Lyra. She was a fandom-favorite after all. The head-canonized obsession with humans the character became attached with sure helped roll her toward the top of the list of human x pony relationships. He looked down at his erect penis in disapproval. The hot water was definitely getting to him, it seemed. Oh yes, there sure were people who got themselves off on sexualized depictions of girls’ cartoon characters, but he certainly wasn’t one of them. For all he cared, they could all just go have sex with an actual horse. Some people are damn weird. Though he had to admit props for that that picture being able to give him a boner.
Kurt then heard a heart-stopping sound from outside his bathroom like a pan crashing to the ground. He froze in terror. Somebody was in his apartment! His brain went wild as he broke down, hands shaking as he imagined some crazed man breaking in to find something to steal. Had he forgotten to lock everything up? But that’s impossible! That’s part of his routine! He didn’t even lock the bathroom door since he usually didn’t. He stood soaking under the stream as he waited, paralyzed, for something to happen.
He waited for at least five minutes. Nothing happened. The bathroom mat moistened under his droplets as he shakily tip-toed out of the shower, leaving the water running. Adrenaline flooded his system. He looked over his small bathroom for anything with which he could defend himself, but he saw nothing. He hastily  tried to remember anything from his childhood karate lessons. He thought about stances. He reached for the knob. He remembered punching wooden blocks. He turned the knob. He remembered getting punched in the chest. He flung the door wide.
A small horse? Wait, is that Lyra? She’s bigger than I thought she’d be. There’s the pot she knocked over. That horse pussy looks pretty wet. She’s looking at me!
Kurt’s bulging eyes locked with Lyra’s… rather sultry… rather wandering eyes. She lay on the floor with her hind legs to the side.
“Why’s it so small here?” Lyra asked herself aloud as she got to her f--... hooves. The mint-green pony stretched her hamstrings a lot, and then turned around to face her new friend. A goofy grin played across her muzzle and it looked as though her whole fur coat was electrified in excitement, “h-Hi… human stallion,” she greeted Kurt with shuffling hooves in a cute, raspberry voice, “You ...already know who I am.”
Kurt’s nerves cooled as he no longer perceived any threat, but they fired back up as he felt naked and confused. He was already starting to guess at why she was here, “Wha-... how? Cartoon…” Kurt sputtered out as his mind raced and his brain and body started to align again, “How are you here?”
Lyra’s coat was bright, but realistic. Soft, but wiry like a horse’s, her coat shone against the lights, glittering with the aura of a magic spell. Some of her cartoony features were toned down, but she still looked as cute as the one on T.V.
Lyra was all blushes and blinks as she explained, “I got my wish! Oh my Celestia, I got my wish! Hehe!” she giggled, “Finally! Finally Celestia and Luna could grant my wish!” The giddy girl flopped to the ground in an adorable bout of embarrassment, hiding her muzzle in her forehooves, “It’s my impossible fetish,” she spoke low through her hooves. The ecstatic pony sprung back onto her hooves, suddenly much more comfortable with the human, “But it’s possible! It is possible!” she giggled fanatically, her face inching closer to Kurt’s. Her height came up just to his chest, where her bed-head, long hair brushed up against his collarbone.
Still stunned in disbelief, Kurt placed his hand against her cheek, cupping the side of her head. She was definitely real! He allowed himself to smile back at her, solidifying reality as pony-possible, “You really are Lyra Heartstrings!”
Lyra shuddered at the human’s touch and confident voice. She moved her muzzle close and pressed her cheek intimately against his belly, feeling his soft skin on her face. She gasped aloud as her mate-hopeful suddenly recoiled!
All of the offensive and objectifying portrayals of stereotypical human-horny Lyra flooded into Kurt’s conscience. His face drooped as he saw the look of utter dejection on the pony’s face.
“You have a human fetish, don’t you,” Kurt saw her slowly nod.
“And you don’t like ponies...like that…” she answered, “Celestia, you said-!” Lyra started to tear up, forgetting her own company, “She said this human was turned on by ponies.”
Lyra turned and presented herself in an ultimatum, “She said you were thinking about it when she made the portal!”
Kurt stared, shocked again, at the display, immediately recalling the Lyra picture that she must have been talking about. His soldier stood to attention as his visual cortex absorbed the sight of that moist horselike-but-not-too-horselike vulva winking at him. Alien and exotic, yet profoundly inviting, like it could suck him in and show him wonderful, amazing, pleasurable feelings. Her pony haunches swayed side-to-side and her tail swished involuntarily, like she was in heat just from being in his presence. The pony ass stuck up pert and tight as Lyra tensed and settled, just trying her hardest to tease his primal urges.
“Kurt?” Lyra’s voice stabbed him, “Please! Please, Kurt! I need you! I’m desperate! Just stick it inside? I’ve waited my whole life! Whole life, Kurt! I need it so badly-I’m burning! Please!” 
Kurt’s penis bobbed as his body responded to her cries. Her rump bouncing on her hind legs. Her passion only accelerated as she displayed herself, and her pleas grew louder and more desperate, between moans and I need it’s in gasps. Her magic teased her hind legs, causing a strong shudder, contracting her plump vaginal lips and bulbous anus.
Kurt groaned as his brain caught up with his hormones. He resigned to his fate, “Oh my god,” he spoke to himself when he realized he was going to fuck this pony pussy. He didn’t care any more that she looked like a small horse, he was going to plough that ass into the ground. He walked over and kneeled at Lyra’s haunches. Her breath sped up as he reached out, and she whined aloud at his clutching grasp. His mind went blank with a cocktail of strong desire.
“Oooohhhh yeeeessssssss!” She groaned at length, “Please moooore, I need all of you!” she breathed.
It was all he needed. Nobody else needed to know. He let his lust take over and he firmly grabbed that juicy plot. He dug his fingers into her ass and he let his animal instincts inhale her musky aroma. Lyra’s eyes were faucets as she wept with joy, and she struggled to breathe as her deepest, most arousing fantasies were being fulfilled.
Kurt grunted. Loudly.
The young man leaned in, swimming in musky scents. With one hand to guide him, and another to hold his surprise lover’s flanks, he pressed his body against her. They connected. He connected more and more until there was no more connection to give, and he sighed in pleasure at the warm feeling. He felt his cold, wet body as he felt her warm coat underneath, so he hugged tighter, grabbing her pony torso, groping the features of her body.
Lyra sighed, grunted, gasped, and moaned loudly at the entrance. Her body shook as she felt years of neglect creep about her nerves. She mmm’d and aaaah’d, feeling her surprise lover’s hands hugging and groping, just like she had imagined! He spooned her, connected by the hips, and she felt him touching her belly, her underbelly, her chest fluff, her haunches, her inner thighs, almost all the erogenous parts.
“H-hey, touch my horn...p-p-please?” the mint-green pony begged. She gasped and whined in pleasure as she felt the human stallion’s fingers glide and pinch her spiraled unicorn horn, “Y-... yessss!” Lyra breathed shakily, her mouth round, as she felt the human grinding up and down on her rump, pressing his coat-less hips flush against her plump backside, stirring up her insides deliciously. She whimpered in anticipation of his animal thrusting.
Kurt’s mind was reeling! How many horny bronies had fantasized about this? How good it felt, nevermind the otherworldly shape of her canal. Nevermind the fur and fluff of her coat. In fact, yes to her fur and fluff! Yes to her coat, yes her voice, yes her mane and tail, yes her animal shape, yes her clopping hooves on the floor, yes her body thrusting back against him! He inhaled sharply as he realized he was mouthing the word, over and over, with each pleasured sigh. He held Lyra’s ass firmly, clutching the sides of her haunches just below her tail, opening her up lewdly. Lyra’s whines were loud and wet, like the slapping and squelching from his work. The young man could feel every squeeze the little pony made, which started to get faster and harder!
Lyra choked on her breath. She felt a powerful climax starting! It gripped her, freezing her in place, her body completely focused on moving her sex! She screamed! Her hind legs flexed. Her body convulsed and gripped, hugging her partner strong and tight, milking him.
Kurt grunted cutely as he felt his member get milked and kneaded. His body knew what it meant, which made him thrust even wilder, until his own climax welled up at the base of his spine! The young man pumped the horny pony, using her body for his pleasure, which came like a giant wave cresting a breaker! He locked up, buried completely. He moaned and panted as he felt his release pooling up and shooting forth, sowing.
Kurt came for so long, he wasn’t sure if he had passed out. When his senses returned to him, he felt dry, and he rested atop his alien lover. He instinctively embraced, nuzzling her, until she came to as well. He suddenly remembered something and he reached up to her horn, stroking it tenderly.
Lyra flinched, as if waking from a dream! Wasn’t it a dream? Oh my Celestia, he’s stroking my horn! Th-those fingers! Lyra sighed and her tail flicked up. They were lying on the carpeted floor, her snout resting only a few inches from the foot of the couch. His emissions leaked from her filled canal like he had shot gallons. It made her lick her lips.
The pony giggled, “Hehe, hey, what was your name again?”
“I-it’s Kurt.”
Lyra sighed the kind of sigh that was being held in for years, and she thanked him, plainly and calmly, “Thank you, Kurt. Thank you so, so much!”
Kurt blushed. He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like being in her position, “You’re welcome,” he said. He gave the pony some stroking through the mane, digging his nails against her scalp through her hair. He heard her sigh out an Oh wow! as he started, and he mmm’d back. 
Kurt’s mind did a double-take as he heard the grateful words in his head again, as if she was saying goodbye, “Wait! Are you leaving? When do you have to leave?” he held his breath. She couldn’t leave! Kurt wished they could stay like this forever, damn everything else, even if a big part of his brain told him that was silly talk.
Lyra groaned, thinking along the same lines that Kurt was, “I- I have only 24 hours.”
Kurt groaned back, “But, can’t you come back?”
“I… I don’t think I can. She said this was a one-time thing.”
After a pause, Kurt squeezed his pony lover in his arms, “That’s so unfair! And teasing!”
Lyra uttered a little whine in agreement, “Ponies wait their whole lives for this chance. Their final prayer to Celestia.”
Kurt rolled the idea in his head a moment, “What do you mean ‘final’?”
“Oh, it’s not like that with me, I spent my wish early for obvious reasons,” Lyra spoke, hesitantly, “But ponies can go their whole lives waiting for their wish. I only wish mine could last last, at least longer than a day, but you know, a wish is a wish.”
Kurt got up, then, “How about something to drink?” he offered with embarrassment as he was a single man with only basic things in the fridge. They refreshed themselves on frozen pizza and screwdrivers while Lyra explained more of how she got there and Kurt spoke about his life.
They ended up snuggling and going to bed. They satisfied themselves completely that night. As many times as they could.
After all of that craziness, Kurt consoled himself with the reassurance that he had her image captured on camera, that he hadn’t made up some horny hallucination or sexual waking dream for a day. The memory of Lyra’s visit lived with him his entire life.