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// Mistakes Are Made 
// Story: Hooves 
// by veteranO'awesome 
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(A/N) This chapter contains some....stuff that didn't quite reach the mature category, so here's a warning. Don't worry, it isn't anything heavy. Enjoy!

"HOLY CHRIST!" I stared at the television screen in amazement. I introduced Lyra to a Call of Duty game and was getting absolutely destroyed, after I taught her the controls of course. 

"I'm pretty good at this." The cocky unicorn said with a smirk. 

"Yeah." I said, still staring. "You catch on pretty quickly. But then again...." I looked at her controller, which was surrounded in a golden light and levitating in front of her. Lyra suddenly yawned and the light around it dimmed down a bit, so I snatched it from the air.

"Hey!" She shouted. 

"You're using magic." I tried to defend my action, which did have an adequate reason. 

Lyra looked at me and held up her hooves in front of my face. "What are these?" 

"Hooves." I said, now realizing how much of a neanderthal I was being. 

"Correct. Do they have small appendages sticking out, also known as fingers?" 

"Nope." 

"Then how the hell do you expect me to play with this?" The light reappeared around the controller and it flew out of my hands. 

"With magic, I guess." I said, shrugging my shoulders. It sucked still having to act like I didn't understand ponies and magic. It was starting to make me look like an idiot. 

"Exactly." Lyra's eyes narrowed. "Now let's get real."  

								A half an hour later


The television had been turned off for the last few minutes so Lyra and I could grab something to eat. I'd rather not discuss the score, considering that I pretty much had my ass handed to me by a pony in one of my favorite games, even if it was Lyra.  

As it turns out, Lyra was pretty good at cooking. Quite a bit better than me. She had prepared a simple salad (she even chopped everything up) but added a few things to it. I kept asking her what she did, but for some reason she didn't want me to know. So I just summed it up to being an unusual recipe. 

We sat there and ate silently for a few minutes before something strange happened. My head started to feel strange, as if I was drunk. I knew there was no way I could be getting buzzed, probably getting a headache from the stress, so I just ignored it and continued eating. 

The crunching of lettuce leaves stopped from where Lyra was sitting and I looked up, only to see that there were three Lyra's, two of them rotating around the first Lyra.

She opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing and instead hiccuped. It was actually kind of cute. 

"Lyra..." I said. "Did ooh do somethin' to da salad?" 

"Yeah, I did." She replied, her voice with a heavy slur. "I added that bottle of *hiccup* red juice dat was on da *hiccup* table." 

The wine. I thought. 

"You do know that *hiccup* was shtuff dat maks ya dronk, right?" I said, my voice also developing a very noticeable slur. 

"Well den *hiccup* we should probably go to shleep." She said, her eyelids now drooping as if to signal that her mind was saying 'I can't take this crap. Put me to bed.' 

"Okey dokey den." I got out of my chair, flipping my salad and getting a giggle from Lyra. She fell out of hers and onto the kitchen tiling, so I leaned down and picked her up, similar to the way a groom carries his newly-wed bride. With her in my arms, I walked towards to couch to set her down only to be tripped by a completely empty wine bottle. 

We somehow landed on the couch with me on my back and her on my chest, looking directly into each-others eyes. Without thought, we inched our lips closer together and they touched. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. I was assuming it was the same for her, but then again, I was drunk off my ass. I honestly had no idea what I was doing. 

Our lips opened, but our teeth stayed as they were. I suddenly felt a tongue press against them, as if demanding entry. I fully opened my mouth to let Lyra explore as she pleased, and I did the same with her. I felt around her mouth, which did not feel much different from a human's, if it was any different at all. 

Even if she was drunk, this pony must have had some experience. There was no way she could just wing it and do this well. In my case though, I had read quite a few things about this, so I pretty much knew exactly what to do. A bulge appeared in my jeans, but I used whatever free thought I had left to tell it NO.. I would not do that to this innocent pony, even though she was the one that decided to kiss me. 

Any thoughts escaped my mind from the combination of drunkenness and the fact that I was making out with one of my favorite ponies. Lyra decided to become more involved. She touched my tongue with her's and started to rub it. She tasted like peppermint, for some odd reason. I replied with the same actions and wrapped around each other. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. Soon though, her tongue fell.

Lyra's lips and mine disconnected and I looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she had started snoring. She looked beautiful, just like I had imagined her to be. I watched her sleeping face for what seemed like forever before I fell into the embrace of rest as we both slept in that exact position.