> Lyra's secret.
>  by kainofthesand
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> The red rubber ball.
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The portal made a magical sound behind you after you stepped through, Lyra's room greeted you on the other side. You hadn't seen her since she came to visit you on earth. That was a month ago.

What with her work and living in two different dimensions meant that you didn't get to spend as much time together as you liked. In your hand you held a knitted pink sweater she had "accidentally" left at your place before she left. When you missed her so bad that it hurt, you would sniff it, her delicate scent easing the heart ache.

Lyra Heartstrings was the best thing that ever happened to you. You had never met a girl who was so loving, and so devoted to you.

You reminisced on the time that you were sick with a fever. Lyra didn't leave your side once all night. She brought you soup and medicine, she whipped the sweat from your body and put a cold rag on your forehead every half hour. When you started thrashing in a fever induced delirium, she climbed on top of you to hold you still so you didn't hurt yourself. She put her mouth by your ear and whispered sweet things to calm you down.

Within the swirling madness inside your head you could hear her voice telling you she loved you and that everything was ok.

After two days, you woke up feeling like a million bits. Lyra on the other hoof looked like hell. After two days she had dark circles under her blood shot eyes, her mane was ratty, and her coat was dirty and matted with your sweat.

To make matters worse, it seemed that she got sick in the process of taking care of you. So you two switched positions and you did the same thing for her.

You brought her sweater to your face and inhaled deeply, her sweet smell filling your brain with a fine pink mist.

Now you really couldn't wait for her to get home. If it weren't for the fact that you needed to keep your presence in Equestria a secret you would run out and find her.

You laid down on her bed, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of being in her room.

The need for water struck you, so you reached over to her bedside table for her bottle of water. You accidentally knocked over a red rubber ball.
It bounced a bit and rolled under the bed.

You cursed under your breath as you got up and kneeled next to the bed to retrieve it. You spotted the ball, but what stopped it caught your attention.    

It was a magazine. Nothing very sinister, just a magazine. But your mind instantly started to wonder what kind of magazine your girlfriend would keep under her bed.

You reached for it but stopped before you touched it. 

"You really shouldn't snoop through your girlfriends stuff," you thought to yourself. But you just couldn't stop yourself. You could always put it back how you found it and never speak of it.

You carefully pulled out the periodical and raised it to your face.

The title caused you to freeze in place and do a double take.

'Bound Mares'

The title said it all, and if the title wasn't "informative" enough for you, the image of a white unicorn mare with a black mane bound and gaged with a red ball suspended off the floor with chains said more than "all".

Her front and back legs were held together with a leather strap, making her look like a carousel pony.

You just couldn't believe it. Lyra, the mare who gave her heart to you, the mare who's lyre playing sounded like the singing of a thousand angels, who enjoyed water ballet and cute little animals owned a bondage magazine!

You flipped through the pages, each one filled with images of cute mares with ball-gags stuffed in there mouths and big rubber dildos filling their asses and pussies.

Other pictures depicted mares getting whipped and flogged, streaks of red welts across their cutie marks and their delicate rumps. Their faces told a story of pain and ecstasy. Their eyes flowed with tears, and their cheeks were bright red, either from embarrassment or from being slapped in the face.

One picture was especially brutal looking. The unicorn mare didn't look a day over eighteen. All four of her legs were splayed out, chained to the grey, brick walls. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, an 'O' ring in her mouth causing her tongue to hang loosely while drool fell from it.

Her teats, (which were completely exposed), were pierced, and had silver rings in them. Both the rings had a small chain attached to them were being pulled to the point that they looked like they would rip her nipples off.

She wore a fancy looking, lacy black corset, and every square inch of her light blue body below the neck was covered in red welts, some of which were purple with bruises.

On one page there was an article about unicorns and the evolution of BDSM.

Apparently in ancient times bondage was used as a way of punishing and humiliating unicorns, by basically calling them earth ponies.
Earth ponies have used harnesses and other devices to pull plows and farm equipment for centuries. Unicorns in ancient times, believing they were superior to earth ponies, would put straps and harnesses on a unicorn who had broken a law or committed some other offense to make them feel inferior and humiliate them.

Princess Celestia outlawed such cruel and unusual punishment in the third celestial year of peace. After that, bondage and using restraint devices took on a sub culture. Some ponies found that they liked the feeling of being bound and trussed up with ropes and straps. Obviously bringing sex into it was the next step. 

At first this sub culture was viewed as deviant and disgusting by the pony community. Ponies who liked and embraced the lifestyle of bondage simply because they enjoyed it came under attack by the "norms". They would post flyers and signs that called bondage ponies "evil", or "sick".

While the bondage ponies would simply reply with something to the effect of "why don't you try it?"

Over time, and with the inevitable change of "social norms", the general populace has (for the most part), accepted the BDSM community, and chalked it up to "whatever gets you off".

It was an interesting article, it went on for another page with tips for ponies who couldn't use magic to tie ropes, places in major cities that sell such paraphernalia, and instructions on how to use gags and harnesses.

It was informative, but something else was buzzing inside your head.

"Is this realy what Lyra's into?!" 

Did she harbor a secret fantasy of being whipped and bound up like a turkey? But an even bigger question came after that.

"Does Lyra want ME to do this stuff to her?!"

Not that you weren't interested by that sort of "play", but Lyra gave almost no hint to having this kind of fetish. You then noticed that the page the article started on was doggy eared at the top. Meaning that she had marked it so she could come back and read it again.

The magazine's date of publication said it was a little over a year old. It had marks on it from being folded, and the front and back cover were fading at their corners. So it was clear that Lyra really loved this magazine.

This notion made you feel bad in a way. You and Lyra enjoyed a very romantic and hot sex life, but compared to the stuff in this magazine your usual hoof holding, neck kissing, and gentle touching sex seemed vanilla.

You could remember a time when Lyra begged you to push her head down hard into a pillow while you pounded her from behind, and another when she told you to pull her mane as hard as you could. Both times never raising any red flags, until now.

Was it possible that she was trying to tell you something?

Lyra. She must have kept this a secret from you out of fear that you would think she's weird. What if she was feeling frustrated or unsatisfied with your usual love making?

It became clear to you that you were going to have to talk to her and tell her that you were open to the idea.

But wait, that wouldn't work.

If Lyra really did have a fetish like that, then it would be obvious that she doesn't  want you asking and talking about it. She would likely want you to just do it!

Thoughts drifted through your mind of giving her a hard spanking as punishment for keeping this from you. Putting her in an outfit of leather straps and metal rings while you lead her around by leash.

Calling her bad names and being mean to her while she sobs and begs you to let her come.

You would never hurt her, but the idea of slashing her pert round rump with a cane until it was striped with welts filled you with a delicious sense of depravity.

Maybe you could order her to call you 'master'.

This was sounding better and better by the minute.

You got down again to put the magazine back where you found it. It was then that you spotted something you didn't see earlier.

A long rectangular metal box pushed to the far side under the bed. You reached over and jimmied it over to you where you pulled it out from underneath. The first thing you noticed about it was that it wasn't dusty at all for being something that was stored under a bed.

Now this was a tough one. You knew that if you opened it there would be no turning back. If it was (as you predicted) full of BDSM sex stuff then you would know for sure that Lyra was into it.

You slowly unhinged the clasp, the lid making a metal squeak as you lifted it.

The lid made a metal 'clack' as it hit the wood floor on the other side. It was just as you had expected.

From bottom to top it was stuffed full of all kinds of sex toys. A long and well made bull whip, a flexible looking cane made out of wood, a pink ball gag, an 'O' ring gag, various glass dildos, a metal magic canceling ring, an electric vibrating wand, a round, glass anal plug, collars, leashes, black rubber and leather straps, cuffs, and of course, two sexy outfits.

One was light pink with white lace trim. It looked like a corset, but there wasn't enough clothing to really call it anything. The other one was rubber, and looked like a pony couldn't wear it and expect to breath at the same time.

It was a lot to take in. This synched it, Lyra was a pony who wanted to be dominated, and best of all, by you.

But you realized that you had a cross roads here. On the one hand, you could pursue this, and possibly change your relationship with the girl you loved. Or you could just close this box, slide it back under the bed, and never think about it again.

But then Lyra would suffer alone, afraid that you would reject her and her strange hobby.

After thinking about it for ten seconds flat you realized that it just wasn't an option.

Lyra loved you more than life itself. When she was sad, she came to you. When you were sad she was always waiting with open hooves. When the weight of the world was crushing down on your shoulders she would just lay your head in her lap, and like magic it felt like there was nothing you couldn't handle.

How could you deny her anything?

The pony sat up with you all night when you were sick for Celestia's sake!

If Lyra wanted to be dominated, then you would take great pleasure in giving her what she wanted.

Great pleasure.

You left her room and went to go look out the window on the front of her house. Down the street you saw your mare strolling toward the house, a sight that made your heart flutter.

She was wearing her workout clothes, a pair of pink shorts that almost looked like panties, and a loose fitting white shirt. her mane was held back with a pink elastic.

She would no doubt be sweaty from her workout, something you greatly loved.

An idea poped into your head on how you could both surprise her, and 'inform' her that she had been busted.

Quickly you rushed downstairs and flattened yourself into a corner that was next to the door. 

In moments the door opened, and Lyra walked inside, sipping from a bottle of water she held in her magic. The sweet aroma of her sweat came into contact with your nose almost instantly. For a moment you imagined the smell lifting you off your feet like in one of those old cartoons.

She looked like she had just run through a sprinkler before coming home, and her butt squeezed into those little shorts was making your mouth water. As soon as the door was shut you moved in behind her. Your arms wrapped around her chest, and you lifter her so she was standing on her hind legs. She let out a sharp 'eeep', her water bottle falling to the ground with a splash. She instantly realized from the hands who it was.

Your hands moved up under her shirt to rub and tickle her soft chest with your fingers, causing her to let out a happy 'mmmmmm!'.

"Oh sweetie, she whispered to you as she melted in your arms. "I missed you sooo, much. Wen did you get here? Were you waiting long?"

You brought your head down a bit so you could nuzzle your cheek against her soft, warm neck. "Just got here actually. Almost went mad waiting for you though," you replied as you moved up to nuzzle her ear.

Lyra's hooves gently touched and rubbed your arms as you moved them around on her body. The sweat made her slick and sticky, and her smell was so strong that you felt dizzy. If you could, you would bottle her sweat and dab it on your pillow when you two were apart.

You remembered that you had something important to tell her, but for now you just wanted to enjoy holding and bonding with her.

Moving back down again, you found her collar bone. Beads of sweat dripped and left streaks on her coat as they ran down her shoulder and to her chest. Without warning you opened your mouth and caught the bone between your teeth, immediately beginning to chew on it like a dog.

Lyra's whole body began to shiver, despite being covered in sweat, and with your hands you could feel her heart begin to beat harder and faster. Your own heart took on the same tempo, something that warmed you inside. Her tail started swishing from side to side while she tried not to moan out loud, but instead making cute little noises as she breathed heavily.

All the while that wonderful aroma was getting you drunk on her. For a moment you wondered if it was pheromones, trying to make you like an animal, and filling you with the desire to mate.

You released her collar bone from your mouth, a thin strand of saliva still connecting you to her. With one hand you moved her mane to one side as you cuddled into the nape of her neck. Droplets of sweat ran down her neck, touching your nose and wetting your chin. You could feel the moist heat rising from under her shirt, feeling like a sauna. 

You gently kissed over and over again up and down the back of her neck, her voice now making a little 'Ah!' or 'Oh!'.

"Sweetheart~," she gently moaned. "I know that we haven't seen each other for a whole month, and I can't wait to…"catch up", but can it wait tell after I'm done showering? I do kinda stink."

The thought of washing this smell down the drain sounded criminal to you. But it was the perfect opportunity to test her.

"Leave it on. I love your stink," you said cooly to her. You couldn't see it, but you knew that her cheeks were red from that comment. 

"Lye Bunny? I found something interesting today in your room," to this her hooves froze in there movements.

"It was a pretty raunchy magazine under your bed. Oh, and some kinda box." You decided to go with a blitz attack.

Her body now felt like it was lightly trembling in your arms, but at the same time she was stiff as a board.

"Lye Bunny, are you keeping secrets from me?" Your tone was as sweet and sinister as a thief in the night.

"N-no! Of course not! Uh…..Bon Bon! Yeah, Bon Bon must have left it last time she visited."

Her trembling continued.

"Heh, heh……I, uh, think she might have a problem."

You suspected that she wouldn't be outrightly honest with you, but you had a trick to find out if she was lying.

"If that's the truth, then look me in the eyes and tell me they're not yours."                       

Now her heart was thumping like a drum.

"N-no. I can't…p-please don't make me," she pleaded, her voice sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

In the many months that you had been together with Lyra you had only seen her cry three times.

Three.

The first time was when she accidentally cut the pad of her hoof while she was making you a special dinner. She sobbed as you cleaned the cut and bound it with bandages. She confessed that she wasn't crying because it hurt, but because she was upset about messing up the first dinner she made for you. You kissed the base of her horn and told her you would eat it even if it was burnt and covered in blood. It wasn't a lie.

The second was when you fell off of a ladder as you were changing a lightbulb. Lyra told you she could just use her magic to change it, but you wanted to be the reliable boyfriend and show off a little. You had a small injury on your forehead that was bleeding a little bit. She was hysterical as she tended your wound. You on the other hand couldn't help but chuckle at your girlfriend's loving hysteria.

The third and last one was when you were thirty minutes late stepping through the portal. The portal only opens for two weeks every thirty days.
You were caught up in work, so you were late, and since it was your sides turn for the portal, Lyra couldn't come through to look for you.
In a headlong dash you jumped through screaming "IM HERE!" as you landed on the other side. You looked up to see a misty eyed mint unicorn, she had been crying while she waited for you.

"It is your's, isn't it?"         

Lyra's sniffling quickly turned to her gently crying. You felt her go limp in your arms like a rag doll.

"Y-you hate me now, right?"

She began to bawl between hiccups, her tears falling onto her already wet shirt.

"You think I'm some perverted freak, don't you?"

Without responding, you squeezed her close to you, eliciting a gasp from your mare.

"Bunny, I would love you even if you were into cat sweaters and crack. I wouldn't like it, but I would never stop loving you."

Lyra wiped her nose and snorted hard.      

"R-really? You don't think it's weird?"

You turned her around to look at her face.

"Are you kidding? If anything I'm upset that you kept this a secret from me. You naughty little bunny."

Lyra's cheeks flushed as she smiled shyly. Her forelegs wrapped around your neck as she squeezed you snugly, her moist shirt soaking through your own.

"Oh sweetie, I was stupid for thinking you wouldn't understand."

'smack!'

Lyra let out a sharp cry of pain when she felt you slap her rump hard.

"S-sweetie, w-what are you-"

"You've been a very bad girl, Bunny," you whispered into her ear.

"Very bad."

Lyra's eyes widened. Her heart felt like it was going to pop it was going so fast. You grabbed under her jaw, holding her head in place.

"I'm going to take over your training from now on."

Lyra at first looked shocked, but her expression soon softened, and a bashful smile crested her lips.

"Oh sweetie, I've always dreamed of this day."

You kissed her on the lips before picking her up like a baby to carry her upstairs.

"Not "sweetie" but "master", right?"

"Y-yes……master."

Upstairs you retrieved the box and got to work binding up your pet. You started by throwing her to the floor and ripping her white shirt from her body in shreds, you kept her short shorts in tact though, throwing them on the bed. You then placed the magic canceling ring on her horn and affixed it to her head. Lyra whimpered and pleaded with a little 'no' here and there, but you put her in her place by giving her face a firm slap. It shocked her since you had never hit her before, but you could see it in her eyes that she liked it.

You affixed straps on her fore hooves and back hooves. She could still walk, but it was more of a waddle/limp kind of walk. You strapped her neck with a black collar to further make her feel like the slave she now was. Her rump was framed with a pink mini skirt that only accentuated her pert rump

Her tail was tucked into a strap around her belly, and she was kept quiet with the ball gag firmly in her mouth.

She whimpered and drooled as she tried with difficulty to move around. You used your foot to nudge and push her around on the floor. With her restricted movement she looked like a newborn giraffe, hobbling and limping around made her look so cute.

"Whats wrong, Bitch, having trouble walking?" You asked, sounding like a bully.

Lyra responded with an embarrassed whimper, a wet slurping sound came from around her gag.

You knelt down in front of her and attached a nylon leash to her collar, giving it a firm yank to force her forward.

"When I pull your leash you come, Bitch. Understand?" 

Lyra cowered before you, but nodded nervously.

You yanked the leash, causing her to almost fall over as she stumbled to heel next to you. You bent over and raised your hand. Lyra flinched thinking you were going to strike her again, but was surprised when she felt you gently pat her head. She looked up at you with a glimmer of wonder in her eyes.

"There there, little bunny. Master isn't going to hurt you. Not more than I need to make you obey."

Lyra nodded in understanding, a small puddle of drool on the floor under her mouth.

You picked up the box and pulled the leash. If you were going to break her in, then you were going to do it in a more appropriate place. You led your pet pony with some difficulty down the stairs and to the door under the stairs that led to the basement.

The basement was perfect. The walls were a dull gray stone with polls and shelf hooks on the walls that would work for restraints. Aside from a long metal table it was completely empty.

You placed the loop of the leash on a wall hook and removed your shoes and shirt, but left your jeans on. Placing a bare foot on the back of her head you pushed her head to the floor, putting her in a downward dog position.

Lyra complied, not wanting to upset her "Master", but she couldn't stop her mind from reeling with fearful thoughts of what you were going to do to her.

You bent down behind her and took her ass in both hands. You spread her cheeks apart, her small, pink anus there to behold. You buried your face in the sweaty crack of her ass, reveling in the sweet, bitter smell of her rump. Lyra squealed with delight at the wonderful feeling of having your face in her butt.

Being her boyfriend, you were always drawn to her butt like a moth to a flame. But Lyra, trying to maintain her facade as the "delicate girlfriend" always blocked you to all but touching it.
But now that she was your slave there was no reason to hold back anymore. You could tease and eat her ass out to your hearts content.

You found her puckered anal muscle and began washing it with your tongue. Her sweaty asshole tasted as good as it smelt, and Lyra's legs began to feel weak from your ministrations.

You drilled your tongue into her hole to clean her deeper, and Lyra pulled her rump forward, shocked by the new sensation. Your tongue swirled and pushed deeper and deeper, trying to get as good a taste as you could.

Lyra was unsure about this new feeling in her butt, but surprisingly it felt wonderful to her. She felt embarrassed to have you paying so much attention to her most dirty place, but she loved how you were using her like a toy instead of a pony.

She would spend hours playing with herself while fantasizing about you dominating her, hitting her, whipping her, calling her things like "bitch" and "slut" and "whore". She would bind herself up so tight it hurt while using her magic to fuck herself with a dildo, imagining it was you.

It was all like a delicious nightmare come true.

You pulled your tongue from her anus with a 'slurp'. You let a stream of drool fall onto her hole before giving her a hard slap to the flank.
Leaving her in that position you got up and looked through the box. Pulling out the cane you went back to where she stayed put.

"Thats a good little bitch," you cooed to her as she trembled. She couldn't see you or what you were holding.

You swung the cane, slicing the air and causing it to make a terrifying swishing sound as you swung. Lyra flinched and cowered at the sound of the cane.

"Im going to strike you ten times," you stated matter-of-factly.

"I want you to count out the hits. If you miss one, I'll start all over." 

The threat seemed to scare her, cause she nodded wildly while looking back at you with fear in her eyes. You swung the cane through the air, Lyra flinging and whimpering like a pathetic sheep.

The second and third time you swung it she still flinched, fearing the pain to come.

You gently placed the cane against her rump and rubbed it up and down over her coat. She squeaked when you started gently tapping it on her butt.

You raised the cain and brought it down with a sharp 'thwack' to her rump.

"MMMMMMMPH!" She screamed as best she could around the gag.

Her rump had a big red welt across both cheeks. She was trembling wildly while tears rolled down her face.

At first you felt disgust at the very pit of your stomach. But it soon turned to a strange feeling of excitement. Like you felt more powerful seeing the mare you loved beneath you, trembling and crying in both pain and ecstasy.

"I didn't hear a number, Bitch."

Lyra let out a shocked and scared sound as she realized that she forgot to count.

"Thats ok, we'll just start over."

To this she moaned in dread.

You raised the cain again and brought it down just as hard to make an 'X' with the other welt.

'THWACK!'

"MMMMMMMMMMPH!…..FWUN!" She muffled.

"There you go, thats a good bitch. You can still count. Just do your best."

'THWACK!'

"THEW!"

'THWACK! THWACK!'

"THWEE! FHURE!"

You looked down between her legs, she had a steady stream of sticky clear fluid leaking from her pink, swollen pussy. She looked like she was going to cum any minute.

Her eyes were shut tight while crocodile tears fell from her eyes. Her nose was running, and her lower lip and chin had a long trail of drool hanging to the floor. It was all she could do to stay standing, her rump felt like it was on fire, and the cool air on her dripping pussy was making her feel more exposed than she was already.

'THWACK!'

"FWIFEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

As she screamed she came hard. Unable to hold her bladder with the pain, she let loose with a hard stream of piss all over the floor.

This was a side of Lyra you had never seen before. She slumped to the floor, into the puddle of her own pee.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" You bellowed as you brought the cane down right on her cutie mark.

"You made a nasty mess, and you came without asking permission. You're more like a sow than a pony aren't you? ARENT YOU?!"

So full of shame and embarrassment she could die, Lyra nodded, her cheeks so red it almost covered her whole face.

"'sigh', well since you're such a pathetic sow, I guess I can forgive you this one time. But if you come without asking permission again, I'll whip you tell the skin comes off. UNDERSTAND?!"

Again she nodded.

"Good bitch. Lets continue."

Lyra shakily raised her rump back into the air as she got ready for more punishment.

'THWACK!'

"THICKS!"

'THWACK THWACK!'

"THEFEN! ATGTH!"

'THWACK!'

"NIGN!"

For the last one you tickled her butt cheeks with the tip of the cane, poking a welt with it. Lyra moaned and squealed as you delayed the inevitable.

"You've done very well, little whore. Are you ready for this last one?"

A simple whimper was her best "yes".

You raised the cain way over your head, bringing it down harder than all the previous ones.

The sound was like thunder as it landed with a meaty thud against her already tender meat.

"THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" She screamed out of pain. 

You checked her pussy to make sure she didn't break the rules again.

She didn't.

You took a few deep breathes to settle the fire in your chest. Then you got some towels and a bucket of cold water.

You used the towels to soak up her piss still on the floor. You threw half the bucket of ice cold water on the now paralyzed unicorn writhing on the floor. She floundered and gasped through her nose as the water revived her a little.

The rest of the water you used to clean up her rump and pussy, but leaving the rest of her wet and cold.

Once the mess was up, you got a folding chair and set it up a few feet away from Lyra.

She watched you curiously as you moved closer to her and reached around to unfasten her gag.

She sucked in a deep breath once the her mouth was free from the ball. Her jaw was loose, and as soon as the ball was taken away a waterfall of saliva fell from her lower lip.

"Stick out your tongue," and Lyra let it flop out of her open mouth.

You grabbed the organ with your mouth and started sucking on it. Lyra moaned with pleasure as she watched you greedily devour her tongue. 
Your teeth gently bit into her flesh, pulling it as you brew away from her.

With a wince of pain from Lyra, your teeth pinched off from the tip of her tongue.

You took a seat in the chair and undid your fly. Through the zipper you pulled out your already hard dick, Lyra's eyes widening at the sight of her beloved penis.

Her mane was soaked and hung in strands over her face, making her look like a desperate little slut.

You waved your cock from side to side, teasing her with the sight of raw cock, her eyes fixed on it.

"You want this, don't you?"

She gulped hard.

"Y-yes, Master."

You gave it a stroke up and down, touching yourself to further tease her.

"Do you want to taste it?"

Now she was breathing hard, her chest moving with her heavy respiration.

"Yes…….Master."

"It's yours, go ahead and take it."

Lyra smiled as she hobbled as quickly over to your dick as she could.

Until the leash stopped her just short of her prize. She made throaty sounds as she stuck her tongue out, the tip just barely touching the head of your penis.

"Ah ahhhhhhh," was the sound she made as she tried to reach your cock, but she just couldn't get to it.

"What's the matter? I thought you wanted to suck on it."

"Ahhhhhhh! Haaaaaa!" She moaned desperately, tortured that she couldn't swallow your cock.

"Weeeeeeel, If you don't want it I guess I can just put it back in my-"

"No please! Let me suck it! I want it soooooo bad!"

Lyra had a mad look in her eyes. If it weren't for the ring on her horn she would have ripped the leash from the wall and swallowed you in one gulp.

Lyra had always been a lover of oral sex, being the loving mare she was. She never saw it as a "favor" or a "chore", she always saw it as making love with her mouth. Connecting with the one she loved in a way that strengthened both love and trust.

Not to mention she loved the taste of your cock and semen.

You couldn't help but feel sorry for the pathetic mess of a slave.

"Ohhhhhhhh, alright then. Since you've been such a good bitch, I'll let you have it."

Her face lit up like a star, and she bowed her head to the floor.

"Thank you, master. Thank you for your cock."

You scooted the chair closer to her, and finally she was able to sink her head down on your cock, only choking once as she took you to the base.

"AH! Thats a good bitch. Don't stop until I feed you."

She only replied by bringing her head up and then back down with a hard thrust, gaging herself as she sputtered around your cock. You could feel the head of your dick rub against the back of her throat as she choked herself on you.

You gently ran a hand through her mane, letting her know she was doing a good job.

"Look at me, you hungry little bitch," you harshly ordered as you gently petted her.

Her glossy golden eyes looked up at you as if to ask, "Is this good, Master?".

Your petting spurred her to skull fuck herself with you phallus. Gaging, sputtering, nose running, eyes watering. Lyra was going to make you come, and soon.

The tingling sensation told you it was time. So you gripped her mane in both fists as you pumped her face like a sex toy harder, and harder, and harder.

"AH, AH, AH, NGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" You moaned as a flood of jizz shot out of your tip and splashed against the back of her throat with great force.

Lyra gaged when she felt you pop inside her mouth. An act that caused a load of cum to spray out her nostrils and all over your pants.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as you continued to fire wad after hot wad into her inviting mouth. It was all she could do to keep swallowing so she didn't drown in your man milk.

Finally you felt it recede, and you loosened the grip you had on her mane. Her mouth slowly lifted from your softening dick.

Her mouth was a mess of white fluid and saliva. She panted like she had just ran a five K, her jaw as loos as a drunken teen on prom night.

"You did very good," you praised, using your thumb to move a glob on her cheek into her mouth where she sucked it like a foal.

"What do you say, Bitch?"

She swallowed what was in her mouth before blinking sweetly at you.

"Thank you for using my face like my p-p-pussy…..Master."

You leaned down and gave the base of her horn a soft kiss.

"Now we can get serious….."

~Ten minutes latter~

"MMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMM!"

Lyra squealed and squirmed like a worm on the cold metal table. You bound all four of her limbs to each leg of the table. Spreading her out like a pig about to be dissected.

In her mouth you had re-inserted the ball gag so she couldn't have the simple release of screaming while you held the furiously vibrating ball of the massage wand to her sensitive clit.

You had been holding the wand there for almost five minutes now, and Lyra looked like she was going to go crazy. She begged you twice in a muffled voice to let her come, but each time you were a steadfast "No, hold it".

She was crying and thrashing like she was having a seizure, her brain screaming "COME!", "ORGASM!", "COME!".

But she knew what would happen if she did it without permission, so she tried to clench her muscles and concentrate on something else.

Meanwhile you were in ecstasy watching her writhe in agony while you moved the bulb of the wand around on her pink pussy.

A large puddle was forming on the table under her slit, her anus puckering and clenching as she was driven by the cruel electric device. Not even an hour after coming and you were even harder than you were before.

If you had known that BDSM was like this than you would have tried it years ago.

"MAFTER, CAN I PWEASH CUMB?!" She begged between convolutions.

You mulled it over in your head before smiling at her.

"Ok, but it better be a big one. Let me see you come with everything you've got!"

With that she went as rigid as a tree. The scream she let out defied reality. It was a whaling song of intense pain and the greatest pleasure a pony could feel in her life. A jet stream of clear liquid sprayed from deep inside her pussy, making an ark and splashing against the back wall of the basement. 

Her pleasure racked body convulsed upward against her restraints, and for a moment you thought that she could actually break them.

But before that it was over. In an instant the torrent of girl cum stopped, and her exhausted body fell limp against the table.

She twitched and spasmed as her chest rose and fell with labored breathing.

You couldn't hold back any longer. You whipped off your pants and climbed onto the table and over the delirious mare. Your shadow over her brought Lyra back to the present as you pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"M-Master?"

You brought your mouth down and kissed her deep with your tongue, gently tickling the inside of her maw. Her own tongue met yours, and soon she began gently moaning into your mouth.

You broke the kiss and looked deeply into her gold colored eyes. Her cheeks were red and she looked tired, but her eyes spoke only of the deepest love.

"Its time for your insemination. Are you ready?"

She briefly diverted her gaze away from you out of embarrassment. But soon met yours again.

"I-I am my masters slave. I'm happiest when my master uses me as he pleases."

You entered all the way inside her.

"Ah~!"

"Thats a good bunny," you whispered to her, using your pet name for her this time.

Without any warming up, you began thrusting inside her in the missionary position. Thrusting so hard that she bounced up and down under you like a pony fuck toy.

Her inner walls were gripping you so hard it was like they were hugging your cock. Sweat was pouring from your body and onto Lyra where it evaporated from her super heated body.

Her intermittent contractions were like nothing you had ever felt before. Something that could never have happened without all the prior stimulation.

You felt your head get fuzzy, everything seemed to blur together, except for the mare tied up like a slave that you were drilling with the force of a machine.

In the haze you could make out her screaming "MASTER!" at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly her pussy clamped down on you and began milking you from bace to tip, and thats when you came.

You shoved inside as far as posable and let loose with bursts of thick cum.

It all went black after that.

****

The sensation of something tickling your neck woke you up. You were still on top of Lyra who was gently kissing and licking one spot on your neck.

"H-how long was I out?" You asked wearily.

"Only a few minutes. Are you ok, Hun?"

"Yeah, I'm better than ok," you replied getting off the table an untying your girl from her restraints.

"S-Sweaty? I don't think I can walk. Would you carry me?"

You smiled and responded by bending over her and picking her up like a princess. With what strength she had, she nuzzled into your shoulder and made cute cooing sounds.

You took her to the bathroom where you washed yourself and her from horn to hoof, taking extra long to gently wash her back and under her forearms while she made little "mmmmmmm"'s of satisfaction.

Once you two were all clean, it was time for bed. So after a glass of water for you both to rehydrate, you carried your still immobile girlfriend upstairs and into the comfy bed.

Lyra laid almost completely ontop of your chest, her head on your shoulder.

"Did you like…..all that, Lye Bunny?"

She used a hoof to gently rub your side.

"It was even better than I hoped it would be," she replied dreamily.

"I wasn't to rough with you, was I?"

To this question, a deep blush came to her cheeks.

"You were really rough. But thats what I loved most about it. If you had gone easy on me you would have been saying you thought I was weak. Being rough told me that you believed I was strong enough to handle it."

She yawned deeply, saying that she wasn't long for the waking world.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Bunny?"

Lyra thought about it for a second.

"W-well, my bum is a little sore. Could you rub it for me tell I fall asleep?"

You smiled and kissed the tip of her horn.

"You got it."

Her butt felt bumpy from the welts you left on her. But it was soft and warm like a security blanket. It only took a minute tell you felt the gentle rhythmic breathing that told you she was asleep.

Followed not far behind by you.

As you drifted to sleep, thoughts and ideas of what you could do to her next wafted in your mind.

"Best visit ever."

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The process of how mushrooms grow may be the most romantic thing in the world.

A mushroom sends out tiny little spores into the air, which land on the ground after the wind carries them.
Once on the ground, they work their way into the earth where its dark. After they get into the ground they send out little threads in all directions, like roots.

Why do they send out these threads? To find another spore's threads. If it does make contact with another spore, their threads weave together, fusing and growing into a mushroom.

From darkness and uncertainty they reach out, trying beyond hope to find someone else, so that they can create something greater than themselves.


The smell of fresh, hot coffee and the sound of an angel's song woke you from your sleep.

Through your slightly opened eyes you saw your mint green lover sitting on a stool with her back to you. In front of her was a music stand with some sheet music pages on it. Her coffee was sitting on the window sill as morning light bathed her in a heavenly glow.

She gently ran her hoof over the catgut strings, creating a sweet melody that seemed to make her glow brighter. Lyra could use magic to play her instrument, but she said that she preferred using her hoof, saying that it sounded more natural. 

It was hard to believe that less than twelve hours ago you were sexually torturing that beautiful unicorn while she begged you for mercy.

You then noticed her perfect rump perched on top of the stool. She sat upright from her playing posture, looking like a Roman sculpture of a goddess. Her rump cheeks were zebra striped with red welts, her tail swishing lazily from side to side.

Lyra lowered her lyre and looked over her shoulder at you.

"Good morning, sleepy. Did I disturb you?"

You groaned a little before propping up.

"Of course not, I love your playing."

Lyra giggled, putting her instrument on the stand and picking up her coffee cup. She walked over to the side of the bed where she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"I was gonna make breakfast. Are you hungry?"

You replied with a sleepy moan before laying your head back down.

"'tee hee', You go back to sleep and I'll come wake you when its ready," she said in a comforting, almost motherly tone.

With that she gave you a gentle peck on the lips.

"I love you, Sweetie."

You moved a lock of mane behind her ear before giving her a return kiss.

"Love you too, Bunny."

You watched her marked rump as she walked out of the room. The sway in her step suggested she was trying to display herself for you.

The sentiment was appreciated.

You rolled over and closed your eyes, taking a deep whiff of her pillow. It smelt like her shampoo.


Lyra waited till she was out of the room before she started limping a little as she walked. She didn't want you to worry.

After being tied down, she was a little crooked in her left hind leg, just above her hook. She figured that she pulled a muscle when she started thrashing against her restraints.
It didn't really hurt too bad, and she loved the little pain she did feel. It made her feel warm and tingly on the inside, like how she felt the first time she met you.

The welts on her butt were a little tingly as she moved down the stairs, but Lyra wore them as a mark of pride.

She never imagined that you would be so good at using the cane your first time. She wouldn't be able to go outside for days, but she didn't plan to leave the house for the rest of your visit.

Or maybe she would go out for a walk through the market, and show off to everypony what you did to her.

She shivered with delight as she pulled out the eggs and a bag of shredded potatoes.



You were sleeping peacefully when you smelt the sweet aroma of fresh coffee. Your eyes opened to see Lyra standing next to the bed holding a mug with steam coming out of it.

"Its time to get up, Sweetie," she whispered gently to you.

You smiled while taking the mug and sipping on the delicious coffee.

"I made your favorite. Eggs and hash browns."

You set the mug on the bedside table. In a flash you grabbed the mare and positioned her to lay on top of you.

Lyra lightly squealed when you suddenly pulled her onto you, and without a word you pulled her face to yours and gave her a deep, open mouth kiss.

Moaning gently, her tongue met with yours where they began to dace around sloppily with each other. She lapped at the surface of your tongue, desperately trying to taste you as much as she could.

She opened her mouth wide, getting really into it. Meanwhile your right hand was slowly gliding down her back with the intention of groping her ass. 

An abrupt growling sound from your stomach caused you two to separate.

"Well, I didn't know you found me so "tasty"," she cooed in a teasing way.

"I've always found you tasty. Thats why I love eating your-"

Before you could finish she placed a hoof over your mouth, her cheeks turning a light pink.

"For now, lets concentrate on breakfast."

******
You couldn't stop staring at Lyra as she daintily ate her food and sipped her coffee. She just looked so cute.

After eating, the two of you engaged in what was possibly your favorite activity as a couple.

Washing the dishes.

Something you loved doing with her. You two didn't talk much during this time, just enjoyed doing a chore together.  

Lyra stood upright on her hind legs next to you at the sink. You washed the dishes before handing them to Lyra who dried them with a towel and put them in the cabinet.

Lyra, (in anticipation for your visit) would intentionally keep some dirty dishes so you two could extend the time.

She would tease you by giving you a bump on the hip with her butt, glancing at you as if to ask "what?".

Every now and then, you or Lyra would flick some soap bubbles at the other in a little soap fight. Her giggling was like music to your heart.
She would hum  softly, and you liked to lean over and give her ear a little nibble.

"Sweetie~ That tickles," she giggled, unable to shoo you away because her hooves were wet.

"Mmmmm, mint chocolate bunny," you growled in reply.

Sure washing dishes wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, but you wouldn't trade that time for anything. Not to mention you couldn't leave the house.

More than anything you wished that you could take Lyra out on a date. You would take her for a nice dinner, a movie, or maybe even to an opera.
Lyra always told you that she didn't care about all that, that being with you was all she needed to be happy.

Which only served to make you feel more guilty.

But the issue of not being able to take out your girlfriend was peanuts compared to the topic that stressed both of you to no end. Ironically the topic that stressed both of you was also the thing that allowed you two to be together in the first place.

The portal.

Yes it was the means that brought you to Lyra, but at the same time you feared that it would take her away from you forever.

What if it didn't open after thirty days? What if it closed and never opened again? What would you do if you could never see her again?

Magic wasn't what you would call "reliable". You didn't even understand how it worked in the first place.

You looked over at Lyra. She looked so beautiful as she hummed with soap on her hooves. The light from the window in front of the sink made her look like a goddess. If you lost her you would take a short step off of a long building. A life without Lyra Heartstring wasn't a life worth living.

You would marry her if you could. But the bond you shared with her was stronger than a prenuptial and some nice words from a priest. Without thinking, your eyes wondered down to her tail, and the round cheeks below.

Her rump swayed slightly as she moved to put a cup on a shelf.

You wanted her. You wanted to devour her where she stood, the bulge in your pants evidence of that. You dried your hands with a towel before stepping back from the sink when she was distracted. You got behind her and wrapped your arms around her midsection. She perked up when you touched her, leaning back against your chest.

"Someponies feeling frisky in the morning," she said sassily when she felt you press your bulge between her cheeks.

"It's your fault for having such an irresistible ass." Lyra did keep her flank in good shape. She worked out when you weren't visiting her or she was visiting you. She was also into yoga as a way of shaping and toning her ass, and so that she could wow you with how flexible she was in bed.

Until yesterday (tragically) she had forbid you from all but touching it. But now all bets were off, and it was open season on that ass. 

You moved your bulge up her deep valley and slowly back down, your dick getting harder by the minute, making things a little painful.

Lyra responded to your dry humping by pushing her hips back against you, squishing her cheeks into your pelvis. Your right hand moved down her side till it stopped on her cutie mark. You gave her butt tattoo a good hard squeeze, Lyra responding by gyrating her hips to further stimulate you.

Lyra was keeping her cool, but inside she was melting, and her marehood was starting to feel moist. She bit her lower lip, hoping you would take this further.

She turned her head sideways, where you met her with a kiss. Without the threat of a spontaneous stomach growl, you could make out with her till your jaw fell off. But you only kissed her with lips.

You moved from her lips to her cheek, to her neck, finally stopping at the place her neck and shoulder met. There you feasted on her plush, fur covered flesh without restraint. Your teeth sank in, and Lyra all but screamed with fearful delight.

Anypony in their right mind would be afraid of being eaten by a predator. The thought filled her with fear. A kind of fear that made her feel unbelievably turned on, the stress hormones in her blood making her feel aroused instead of afraid for her life.

One of her favorite fantasies was where she was an innocent pony grazing in the forest when a hungry human (you), pounces on her from out of nowhere. She would beg you to spare her, but the hunger in your eyes and the drool coming from your mouth said that you weren't listening.

Between biting her so hard she would bleed you would pound her like a rag doll, savoring your prey before devouring her like a bloodthirsty wolf. 

You sucked and licked her tender flesh, trying to give her a love bite. Every time she felt your teeth dig into her flesh, she would moan so loud she worried that they could hear her outside.

She wanted them to hear.

To let them all know that she was being eaten by her vicious, meat eating human boyfriend.

You pulled her skin with your teeth, causing Lyra to clench her eyes shut and making a crude throaty sound. Moving your hand to her belly, you found her small teats and began to fondle her soft breast.      

Her nipples were hard, and stuck out stiffly as you touched and gently squeezed them, giving the stiff nubs a light pinch.

Lyra was in paradise. After a whole month of not having your touch, without your smell, and without seeing you she felt like she was breaking on the inside.
You were her heart, and never would she deny it's beating.

You let go of her flesh to observe your work. The area was red and wet, and some teeth marks dotted her skin.

Your fingers ran up her belly, gently tickling her. You placed your lips to the back of her neck and began a series of kisses down her spine. Lyra shivered with each kiss as you made your way down her spine to the small of her back. You took her tail in your hand and brought it to your face. With your eyes closed you brought the soft tuft of hair to your nose and inhaled deeply of her natural perfume.

One sniff of her was all it took to put you into euphoria.

After spending a few minutes kissing and licking the intimate area of skin between her tail and her asshole. Lyra winced a bit when she felt you kiss one of her welts.

"Dose that hurt, Bunny?"

"Not so much "hurt". They just feel a little sensitive."

You gently ran your tongue sideways along one of the welts. Lyra rewarded you with a satisfied moan.

Your tongue and saliva felt like a soothing balm to her marked rear, and she wanted so much to press her rump into your face.

A pungent aroma hit you from below Lyra's rump. She was wet, as to be expected. You knew all her weak points.

"S-Sweetie, I want you inside me," she begged, breathing heavily.

"Gee Bunny, right here in the kitchen? This early in the morning?"

"Yes….please. Right here, right now. P-put it in me."

You gave her rump a kiss before standing up. You licked your middle finger and slid it into her moist love canal to the knuckle.

"Sweetie no~. Thats not what I wanted."

You smiled to yourself.

"You said "put it in me". Unless you're clear about what you want I can't give it to you."

Lyra looked over her shoulder at you. Her eyes were wide and teary, and her mouth was open as she panted like a dog.

"You're so mean to me, Sweetie."

Lyra steadily pointed her rump at you and brought a hoof back to pull one of her cheeks to the side, offering herself up like a feast.

"P-please…. take your hard…c-cock, and shove it deep inside my….my…my pussy."

You kissed the back of her head.

"There you go, Lye Bunny," and without warning you inserted your dick into her tight, wet hole to the base.

"See? You get what you want, when you ask properly."

You sounded like it was nothing. But after being denied sweet Lyra for a month you felt like you could fuck for days. As soon as you entered, Lyra felt the butterflies in her tummy turn to a warm fire. One that was spreading to her flower, where it burst into an inferno of desire and passion.

"Oh Honey! That's perfect……Y-you're really deep."

You stayed buried for longer than usual as you tried to calm down so you weren't a "one pump chump." Lyra didn't help when she started to sway and move her now sweat dotted rump against you, smearing your pelvis with moisture.

"Lye Bunny, I want you to tell me what I'm doing to you."

Instantly her ears perked up as she turned to stone, her upper body lowering down toward the sink. It was so easy to embarrass her that it wasn't even a challenge. Not to mention it bought you some time to cool down.

"Y-your c-cock is buried deep inside my…..p-pussy," she whimpered between gasps of breath.

Slowly you drew out, her inner petals clinging to your length to halt your retreat.

"How about now?" You reached a hand under her and cupped her delicate teat in your hand, massaging and squeezing it as you pulled out.

"I-it feels like the head of your penis is scraping my insides…..It feels so good!"

Once you were almost out you slammed home again causing her butt to giggle with the impact of your hips. Lyra moaned loudly from your sudden thrust, and the dripping sensation you felt on your balls told you that she was really feeling it. Your other hand reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her mane, and you gave it a hard pull backwards.

"Kyaa!" She shrieked out loud, oblivious to the noise she was making.

With one hand holding her breast, and the other pulling hard on her mane, you were ready to rely fuck her.

Unfortunately your penis had other plans.

As soon as you pushed back inside, your balls tightened, and the head of your dick swelled as it spilled your cum out.

So much for not being a one pump chump.

"Lyra. I'm sorry but I'm-"

"AH-AHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed.

You then felt every muscle in her body from her pussy to her ass clamp down. Inside it felt like she was pulling you deeper and deeper toward her womb. Like a hungry mouth trying to feed itself as much cum as it could drink.

An abrupt splash on the floor was all you needed to affirm that she was coming. During your first time with Lyra, you were pleasantly surprised to learn that she was a squirter.

Many times she had doused your face with her liquid love while eating her pussy. It had become a sort of purification whenever you two were together.

"Sweetie, I-I'm coming. I'M COMING!"

Without warning, another smaller stream of hot liquid hit the puddle under her marehood. 

Her body went limp as her strength drained from her body. Luckily you had a firm hold on her mane and breast so that she didn't hit her head on the sink.
You held her rump as your dick slid from her quivering sex. Her pink opening flexed slowly, followed by a spurting of your cum mixing with her juices that joined the puddle.

Lyra's horn lit up, and you felt her magic pull your hand up to her mouth. She started kissing and nuzzling your hand, using her tongue to lick your palm and between your fingers.

"I'm sorry that I was so fast, Bunny."

Lyra began rubbing the side of her face against your hand like a kitty.

"It's ok. You only came twice yesterday. So I understand that you're backed up."

You gently let her back down on her hooves. She used her magic to retrieve a tissue and used it to wipe and clean her cream pied pussy.

"Besides, I came really easily too," she stated while giving you a sassy smile. Her eyes locked onto your softening penis, licking her lips like a hungry lion.

"Oh Sweetie. Look at you, you're all filthy. Let mama clean you up."

Before you could say anything, she glomped her mouth onto your manhood and started sucking from the base to the tip. Her eyes looked up at you when she got to the head, her golden eyes half lidded and seductive.

Her mouth poped off of your head, where she swallowed down the drops she had retrieved.

"Their, all clean now."

You had to sit down for a few minutes after all the "activity". Lyra brought you a glass of ice water to aid in your recovery. Afterwards, the two of you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor.

"Good as new," Lyra stated with a sunny smile.

"Now, follow me to the bathroom, Sweetie."

You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure you were ready for what she might want to do in there. You loved her, but the little minx could kill you if you weren't careful.

"Lye Bunny, what exactly are we gonna do in there?"

Lyra looked back at you with a deadpan glare.

"We're both covered in sweat and bodily fluids. We're gonna clean up of course."

You internally sighed in relief, glad that you could take a break.

"Why, were you wanting to do something dirty to your girlfriend in the bathroom?"

As if to emphasize, she started her assent up the stairs by swaying her rump back and forth. She swayed her tail widely to flash you her sticky ass crack.

"Come alone, Sweetie. I need you to clean me."

"Yeah, right behind you, Bunny."

Emphasis on the "behind".

Before getting into the shower, you used a washcloth and a wash pan of warm water to wipe every inch of her body. You poured a little of the water over her head to wet her mane. Lyra had you sit on a short stool as she wet the cloth and began cleaning your back at your shoulders. After she gently passed the warm cloth across your shoulder blades, she followed it up by dragging her lips across the wet skin, gently dotting kisses here and there.

She followed this process by gently lifted your left arm and began peppering kisses down your upper arm to your fore arm and finally using the cloth to clean your hand before kissing the tip of each finger.

It was like she was giving you an erotic shower massage, but with more love.

She folded up a towel and laid it down at the head of a larger towel she laid on the tile floor. You laid down with your head on the folded towel. She smiled sweetly at you as she re-filled the warm water and added some body wash to the water before using her magic to mix it up.

She wet a new washcloth and proceeded to climb on top of you, her rump only inches away from where your dick rested.

The washcloth was warm and soothing as the scent of the lavender body wash flooded your senses and put you in a place of deep relaxation. She wiped the cloth over your chest, gently humming a song as her hooves worked magic on your body. You could feel her soft rump squishing into your lower belly as she shifted back and forth.

"Close your eyes for me, Sweetie," and you shut them.

You felt Lyra lay forward on you, her warm belly smooshing against your own. Lyra held the cloth with her magic instead of her hoof. She used it to gently wet and wipe your cheeks and forehead.

You raised your hands up with the intention of groping her.

"No touching, Sweetie. You don't want me to get soap in your eyes." Her voice sounded like a mother talking to her colt.

After she was done with your front, she had you roll over, where she repeated the process on your back. You could feel her butt cheeks pressing into your lower back, and you concentrated so that you didn't get hard.

You both got into the shower after she was done wiping you down. Lyra always took your cleaning seriously and with passion. Which is why she insisted on giving you a full body wipe down. The truth was that Lyra just enjoyed washing you, but she felt ok telling you a little white lie.

You put some shampoo in your hand and started washing her mane. Lyra gently moaned, delighting in the feeling of what she called your "magic fingers".
Once her mane was washed and conditioned, you started in with the same thing on her tail.

She watched you with bedroom eyes over her shoulder as you gently pulled and worked the soap into her wet tail.

"Oh Sweetie, I think that you missed a spot."

You looked closer at her tail. You never missed a thing when it came to her tail.

"Were exactly, Bunny?"

"Right here," she satiated sticking her wet, soapy striped butt at you.

Grinning to yourself,  you picked up a sponge. You wet it and put it between her cheeks. Lyra cooed as you ran the sponge up and down her rump, using a finger to push deeper so you could clean her anus.

Lyra was still a little unsure about letting you at her butt. True that it wasn't uncommon for stallions to be attracted to a mares assets. But until more recent times any kind of anal play was seen as a taboo among ponies. Lyra had thought about it, and realized that she was the last pony to get hung up on taboos. 

What with her formerly secret fetish.

Her welts were fading nicely considering that it had only been about half a day. You kissed her right cheek, eliciting a little shiver from your mare. Feeling a rush of bravery, you opened her cheeks and ogled the cute little pink hole above her sex. Your heart raced, your mouth watered, Lyra opened this door, and by god you were going to step through it.

You put your face in close and sniffed her anus a little, finding that is smelt sweet and clean. Her cheeks flushed from more than the hot water when she heard your sniffing. You leaned in close and gave her anus a gentle lick from the opening of her slit, to her anus, and up the crack of her ass to the base of her tail.

"Ah! Sweetie, you're such a bad boy. Licking your girlfriend in such a dirty place," she complained in an adorably embarrassed little moan. 

You buried your face into the place under her ass and dragged it up again, pausing for a second to prod into her anus. The little pink hole pushed against your efforts, Lyra grunting as she clenched to keep you out.

That was ok though. It was only a matter of time.

After the shower, you dried yourself and Lyra off with a big towel. Lyra yawned as you were drying her mane.

"Are you tired, Bunny?"

"A little," she replied, sounding sleepy.

"How about we take a little nap?"

Lyra rested her head on your shoulder, a little moan of content coming from her.

"Sweetie, can we, um…..play...when we wake up?"

You put a hand on the back of her head as you planted a big kiss on her forehead.

"Of course, Bunny," you replied as you scooped her up to take her to bed.

"But first my little bunny needs her nap."

Lyra loved it when you carried her. On more than one occasion she had faked being too weak or too tired to walked with the intention of tricking you into carrying her. When she was in your arms she felt like she was a filly again.

You laid her down in bed and closed the blinds to darken the room.

"Were are you going, Sweetie?" She asked when she saw you walking towards the door.

"I'll be back. I'm just going to the kitchen for a few minutes."

After your business in the kitchen you were back in the bedroom. You found Lyra laying on her side, breathing gently as she slept. You climbed in bed behind her and spooned up against her warm back.

You fell asleep before you even realized it.

***

You steadily awoke from your sleep, the gentle sound of breathing told you that Lyra was still asleep.

Gently, you nudged her to wake her up.

"Time to wake up, Bunny."

Lyra shifted onto her other side, a sleepy smile on her lips as she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Sweetie. What time is it?"

Your smile transitioned to a stern glare. You raised your hand and landed a firm slap across her face.

"AH!" She cried out from the abrupt hit.

"It's time for whores to get up!"

Lyra averted her gaze as she got up and out of bed. She sat on the floor and looked down at her hooves.

You placed a bare foot on her head, to which she looked up till your foot was on her face.

"Lick it, Whore," you demanded sinisterly.

Lyra stuck her tongue out and started licking from your heel to your toes. You had never been into foot stuff. But the feeling of her soft, warm tongue cleaning the bottom of your foot felt really good. Not to mention the visual affect of seeing her on the floor, her eyes closed as she tasted your foot was incredibly arousing.

You took your foot away from her face, Lyra's tongue trying to follow it as you took it from her.

Retrieving her collar and leash you walked back over to her. You attached the collar around her neck, roughly jerking her around as you did so.
After she was leashed up, you grabbed her face and made her look you in the eye.

"Now, what are you gonna say if it's too rough and you want to stop?"

"Kumquat," she whispered.

"And if you can't speak?"

"I-I'll blink quickly."

You patted her mane. After the last time you realized you forgot one of the most important things the magazine mentioned.

The safe word.

"Good girl. Lets begin."

*****

"Sit," you commanded, and Lyra sat on the stone floor of the basement.

You took off your pants and threw them to the side.

Completely naked now, you stood an inch away from her, your erection touching a tuft of her mane.

"Tilt your head up and open your mouth."

Lyra tilter her face toward the ceiling and opened her mouth as ordered, her tongue lolling out like a dog.

You moved over her and began dragging your scrotum from her cheek to rest on her nose, clogging her airway and forcing her to pant. Your balls dragged to her forehead, and then to her closed eyes.

"This is the best use for a slut pony like you. A comfort tool for me to wipe my genitals on."

Lyra was already going nuts inside. Being used as your ball wipe was singularly the most degrading and humiliating thing she could think of.

You moved your balls down and into her open mouth, using a hand to push both nuts into her waiting maw.

Lyra began to close her lips around your scrotum, to which you grabbed her horn and jerked her head back.

"I don't remember telling you to suck, Bitch!"

Lyra whimpered, remembering that she wasn't supposed to do something without asking or being told to.

"I'm going to have to do something about that habit of acting on your own." Your voice was like that of a disappointed parent.

Lyra closed her eyes, feeling ashamed. She could just see herself through your eyes, collared like a dog and being forced to hold your balls in her mouth. But her shame turned to further stimulation. Being used made her feel so good.

"Stay completely still now. Master is going to tea bag a bad little bitch."

You pulled your nuts out of her mouth before dropping them back into her clammy, moist hole. You moved them around inside her salivating mouth, feeling the inside of her cheeks and rubbing them against her protruding tongue. You pulled out and dipped again, looking down at her as your cock bounced over her face. Her eyes were glazing over, her mouth was full of flesh and the salty taste of your manhood. She wanted so badly to close her mouth and suck your genitalia to see if you would cum on her face. But she stayed still like instructed. With your balls in her mouth and her nose buried in the place your balls and dick met it was hard for her to breath. And the stink from the underside of your penis was making her dizzy.

You heard a muffled gargling sound from within her stuffed mouth. She tried to swallow the saliva that was building up from how much she was drooling, but found that it was more difficult without being allowed to close her mouth. You began dipping again and again into her mouth, her jaw getting tired from holding it open for so long.

"Mm, now this is a whore's mouth. Maybe I'll rent it out to stallions so they can wash their balls too. A public nut wash!" You exclaimed as if struck by inspiration.

Lyra's eyes widened, and she gently shook her head from side to side.

"You're right. What stallion in his right mind would want to put his balls in such a filthy cum hole?"

Lyra's face turned bright scarlet. The things you were saying were so mean, but being talked down to and being made to feel like a worthless cum rag made her feel so deliciously filthy. She then noticed that her pussy was sloshing on the floor as you tea bagged her. She would never gargle anypony's testicles but yours, but the idea was something she might fantasize about later.  

You removed your boys from her mouth, a thick rope of drool connecting them to her mouth like a web.

"I won't lie. This next bit is gonna hurt."

Lyra's heart felt like a jack hammer in her chest as a sweat broke out all over her body. She felt like a helpless sheep before a hungry monster.

Her fantasy had come true.

****

"IT HUUUUUURTS!" She shrieked as she squirmed in the binds of the fishing string.

You had suspended her off the table with fishing line affixed to certain parts of her body. The thin strands dug into her flesh, looking like they were sectioning off her different parts. You felt almost proud of your work. Lyra looked like a puppet on all those intricately placed strings.

Her forelegs were pulled and tied behind her back, and the magic canceling ring was affixed to her horn.

Lyra was dying. It felt like the lines were cutting right into her skin as she dangled like a worm on a hook.

"MASTER, IT HURTS! IT FEELS LIKE MY BODY IS GONNA TEAR APAAAAART!"

You watched with folded arms as she cried and drooled and screamed from the pain all over her body. On your pants in the corner sat a sharp knife to cut her down if she said the stop word.

"Shut the hell up, Bitch! Maybe this will plug up that jizz vacuum you call a mouth."

Without delay you climbed onto the table and shoved your length to the back of her throat. Lyra opened her teary eyes to see your pelvis less than an inch away from her face, her nose buried in the place your dick and body met.

She gaged and muffled as you pushed forward with your hips, trying to get as deep as possible. Lyra felt like the threads were tearing into her tender flesh even more from the subtle swaying of her body. She sputtered around her full mouth, trying her best to scream.

You kept a close look at her eyes if she signaled for you to stop, but all you saw was a hungry expression, begging to be fed.

Lyra was in a lot of pain, but it hurt so good. She could feel her marehood dripping in a steady stream as your cock scraped against her gripping throat. Her gargled screams vibrated the walls of her throat, and it felt like you were fucking a vibrating set toy.

You could feel her thick drool dripping from your balls as you fucked her mouth harder and harder till you felt you were going to blow.

"Ok, Bitch! Heres your favorite! Cum flavored milk!"

As you felt yourself come you pulled your dick out till the tip was inside her oral cavity. The first blast hit the back of her throat, which caused Lyra to choke, sending large globs to come spewing out of her nostrils. She continued to cough and gag as you filled her mouth, and more cum oozed out her nose. Her right eye twitched as she gulped and choked down the thick goo in her mouth. 

Finally you pulled out. Her face was a mess of cum and tears as she sniffed and sobbed from the pain that still racked her body.

"Thats a perfect look for you," you commented to the now dizzy mare.

She tried to blow her nose to clear it of semen, only aiding in her filthy appearance. Lyra felt like she was flying as she dangled. It was all she could do to not black out from euphoria and pain. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth, trying to collect as much of her favorite treat as she could.

Finding some tissues, you cleaned her face a bit. You put the tissues to her nose and ordered her to blow. She honked as she ejected the cum from her nostrils. You grabbed her mane and yanked her head up. 

"What do you say, Bitch?"

Lyra came out of her high enough to look at you with tired eyes.

"T-thank you….Master."

While she was out of it, you found a smaller glass dildo and a bottle of baby oil. You got on the table behind her and held her still while you poured a large helping of oil on the top of her partly spread ass. The thick liquid dripped and ran down her crack, coating her anus in oil.

You opened her cheeks and readied the dildo.

"Ah! M-Master, what are you doing?!" She asked fearfully. She was awoken from her delirium when she felt you press the tip against her puckered muscle.

"Your ass looks very hungry. I'm going to give it something to eat."

Lyra forgot about the pain she was in at the prospect of something being put in her butt. She had never had anything in there except a thermometer, and that was when she was a filly.

She was more open to the idea of letting you play back there, but this seemed so sudden. She wanted to say the safe word, but she didn't want to stop playing, and she defiantly didn't want to disappoint you as her master.

You pushed the glass phallus against her sphincter, the reluctant muscle trying its best to keep it out. But the oil did its job, and soon the rounded tip slipped inside with a 'pop'.

Lyra tightened up as she bit her lip and tried not to think about the uncomfortable feeling in her asshole. She was relieved that it at least didn't hurt.

You pushed the dildo in till the base of it was against the ring of her hole. She moaned and gasped as her asshole held the fake dick with all its strength.

She was ready for love now.

You slammed inside her sopping pussy, feeling her grasp onto you as her pussy twitch and spasmed.

"This mouth, on the other hand, gets too much to eat. It swallowed this dick so deep that its refusing to let go," you observed, feeling your own sex organ twitch so hard that it was fighting against her muscles.

Lyra only replied with moans and gargles as her head was blotted out by the sensation of being so full.

Without touching her, you thrust your hips forward and back, causing her to swing back and fourth with your movements. She drooled on the tabs as she was unable to keep her mouth closed. Her tongue flopped outside her mouth, sloshing spit as it dripped from the tip. Her pussy was making a splashing sound as it squelched around the hard cock jammed in her hole.

"Tell me how it is, Whore! Tell me you love how I plow your filthy cum dumpster pussy!"

Lyra swallowed as she whimpered and gasped.

"I-I-I-love your cock….MASTER! I love how you slam it so deep it feels like your gonna break my pussy!"

This is what you loved. Complete control. Seeing the mare that you loved and respected reduced to a sex crazed, cum hungry whore. If you had never found the magazine you might have never been in this fantastic position.

"I'm gonna come soon, Bitch."

You picked up your speed as Lyra started moaning louder and louder, her ears perking up at the word "come".

"Please come inside me, Master! Please bless your pathetic slave with your hot milk soup!"

You pounded forward hard. Sending a shockwave through her body. You pulled out quickly and spilled three thick shots right on the surface of her ass cheeks.

Lyra looked back at you as best she could, a feeling of hurt in her eyes.

"Ah, Ahhh," she gasped as she felt your cum spill on her rump instead of inside her.

"Sorry, but you don't get a cream pie just because you want it."

Lyra looked heartbroken at the loss of cum in her pussy.

*****

With some rearranging, you positioned Lyra to be upright. Her swollen slit  partly opened from her flexible hind legs being spread in a splits.

Her eyes were wide as she watched helplessly as you approached where she hung with a bowl full of eggs.

"M-Master, what are you gonna do with those?" She asked, her voice thick with uncertainty.

"Well, seeing how much of a whore you are got me thinking," you stated as you placed the bowl down on the table.

"Since you're such a huge slut, you're probably going to get knocked up by the next hard waging dick you see."

Lyra began shaking her head at your insinuation.

"N-no, Master! I would never have a foal with any other stallion but you! I swear!"

"Well isn't that sweet. But I would never allow a whore like you to carry my child."

Those words seemed to crush at her core. Even if you were just playing, the thought of you rejecting her as the mother of your child drove her to the brink of tears. She was loving your verbal abuse, even if it did make her want to cry.

"So I thought that I, as your master, would help you in a simulation of child birth."

Suddenly it was all too clear what you were going to do.

"N-no, you can't! Please don't, Master!"

No kumquat.

"Just relax. I took the shells off, so don't worry."

You picked one up and put the smaller end to the pink entrance of her vagina. Lyra only gasped as she felt the hardboiled egg slip inside her vagina. Her eyes closed tight, and she bit her lip so hard she thought she tasted blood.

"Look at that! It went right in!" Her legs wiggled slightly as she adjusted to the bulge inside her.

Lyra felt like there was a hoof ball inside her pussy, stretching it out as she quivered and groaned in shock and bliss.

"And here's the next," you whispered as you placed the second egg on its mark. Lyra let out a long and loud groan as you inserted the second egg into its new home.

She had lost all will to resist or scream by the third one you inserted. You could make out a small bump just over where her vagina was.

"Perfect. Now, you're gonna need to push with your inner muscles to get them out."

Lyra groaned as she lifted her head and snorted back some tears of pain.

"I-I…I don't think I can!" She almost cried.

Tears started to flow freely from her eyes, her head lowered to the table below her.

You reached out and gently grasped under her jaw, tilting it up so you could see her face.

"Yes you can," you whispered sweetly to her.

She looked at you now with hope.

"You can do it. Just look at me and push."

Lyra's heart slowed down before fluttering with joy.

She imagined herself in the hospital, giving birth to your baby while you supported and coached her.

Suddenly she felt the strength to continue. She clenched her inner muscles and pushed downward on the eggs. She felt the third egg begin to slide out of her. But its bulbous size was harder to pass than she thought. Her stomach muscles burned as she flexed and pushed as hard as she could.

"NNNNNNNGH!……GAH! I can't. Its too hard!" She groaned, feeling like she was completely drained.

"Open your eyes, Bunny! Look at me!" You commanded harshly, yet supportively.

Her eyes shot open as she looked at you with desperation and clenched teeth.

"Don't give up on me. Don't ever give up on yourself."

Lyra huffed hard and fast as she began to push again. She felt like she now had the strength to do anything.

Between bouts of breathing hard she would push down, her face making a strain as she exerted. Suddenly with a wet pop the first egg fell from her vagina.
She groaned and panted as she got ready for the second.

"Thats it! Just breath and push, breath and push."

The next one felt harder than first. She pulled her legs apart a little more, her asshole flexing and clenching as she strained to deliver.

"NNNNNNNNGH! I'm giving birth!" She groaned as the second slid out. She felt so tired, and every muscle in her body screamed and burned. It felt like a harder workout than a day at the gym with Bulk Biceps. She huffed and puffed as she readied herself for the last push.

"HAAAAAAAA!….HAAAAAAAAA! I-Its coming out! With one last push the slippery egg fell from her. Her pussy gaped and flexed as she panted and huffed, exhausted after "giving birth".

She was in a place between blacked out and awake when you cut her down and laid her gently on the table.

You retrieved a first aid box and pulled out a cotton ball and a bottle of alcohol.

"Ah! It hurts," she cried as you dabbed an alcohol soaked ball on her upper for leg. After being strung up and bobbed around with all those thin threads she had some thin lacerations on her body.

"Easy, Bunny. This is just alcohol. I don't want these to get infected."

Lyra whimpered like a kid with a scraped knee at your parent like attitude. She was comforted though that you were attending her wounds with her wellbeing in mind.

After Lyra was patched up and you had cleaned up the basement. You carried Lyra upstairs and made her a mixed drink as well as yourself. It was almost eleven.

You laid with her on the sofa. At this time you could see the moon through the wide window that sat in front of the couch. You two cuddled together sipping drinks and watching the heavenly glow of the moon.

It was perfect. You wished that you could stay like that with her forever.

Unfortunately, time has a way of slipping by, and you knew that before long you would have to leave her again.

"I'm scared, Bunny," you whispered in the dark, taking her hoof in your hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Why, Sweetie?" 

She looked up at you, her eyes sparkling in the pail moonlight.

"What if…….What if the portal docent ope-"

She gently put her lips to yours, stoping you from finishing that dreaded thought.

"I don't even want to think about that right now, and I don't want you worrying at this…..precise moment."

The smile she gave you was a special one. One that said that she shared your concern, but that she had faith in forces neither of you understood.

From darkness and uncertainty you both extended threads of faith. Hoping beyond hope to find each other again, so you could create something greater than both of you.

Love.

"By the way, Sweetie. Bon Bon is coming over tomorrow……Super sorry."

'kiss'

BUCK!


> Something Special.
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

You couldn't remember when you woke up. 

You couldn't remember what you ate for breakfast.

You couldn't even remember what it was that did it. But what you did remember was that you were miserable.

It had started what felt like years ago, and today it finally came to a boil. The life you lived and the days you walked upon the earth had become so unbearably lonely. You considered yourself a good person. You worked hard, helped when you could and tried not to hurt anyone.

So why was your life now so dim and empty?

You pressed your back against a wall in your dark room and slumped to sit on the floor. 

Was this it?

We're the rest of your days destined to be like this? Just living because it was convenient?

As you closed your eyes, you could feel the cool darkness on your skin. A strange kind of comfort came from the sensation.

You thought for a moment that it would be ok if the darkness just swallowed you up.

As if in reply, the wall to your back mysteriously felt softer all of a sudden, but before you could react you fell backwards.

Did the wall break?

Nope.

Did the wall succumb to some kind of water damage?

Hell no.

The only conceivable explanation must have been that it was a blue moon on friday the thirteenth and all the planets were aligned.

Yes, you had fallen into an alternate dimension. One not only of sight and sound but of mind.

Without warning, your back fell hard on an unforgiving wood floor. You groaned from the pain in your back before noticing something was different.

Your dark room was now replaced with one that was sunny and bright. You blinked a few times to check if you were awake.

You were. The warm sunlight on your face said so.

Something brightly colored called your attention to tilt your head back.

But you weren't ready for what you saw.

It was mint green in color. It stood on four legs with a hoof at the end of each leg. At first you took it for a stuffed animal, a really realistic stuffed animal, but cast the notion aside when you saw that it was breathing and blinking.

Atop its head sat a horn with a spiral indentation to the top.

You were speechless, but cocked an eyebrow when you noticed a pair of white bunny ears on its head.

Now, you should have been freaking out at this point, but only one word left your mouth.

"Beautiful."

The creatures cheeks lit up like a stop light.

"W-who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom?"

Her voice was beautiful, almost more so than her.

"Wow, it talks!" The creature almost instantly narrowed its eyes

"Ugh! Of course I can talk. What, because I'm a girl I'm too stupid to know how to speak?"

You scrambled to rest on your knees.

"No no, not at all. I just meant, well….uh….unicorns don't really talk where I come from. Actually, unicorns don't exist where I come from either."

The unicorn seemed to calm down a bit at your explanation.

"What do you mean "where I come from"?"

"I don't really know where I am, but I think its safe to say that this isn't my world."

The unicorn bunny had a look like she had put something together.

"You aren't…….a human….are you?"

"Yyyyyyyyyes…..last time I checked."

Suddenly her face lit up like the fourth of july. She darted up to you and started inspecting you like you were a prize show dog.

"Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh! I can't believe that you actually exist!"

You were thrown off by her abrupt closeness. But her wonderfully feminine scent made you feel like all the blood had rushed to your head.

"Oh, you've…uh, heard of….humans?"

"Have I heard of them? I only live, eat, and breath humans. Everypony says that I'm crazy for believing in them, but I always knew that they were real."

It was flattering, but you were more than a little confused at everything going on.

"Well, uh, I'm pretty surprised to meet you too. I mean I've heard of unicorns, but I've never heard of a unicorn bunny."

The 'said' unicorn bunny looked up at her head before her cheeks turned a second shade of red.

"Oh horse apples. Uh…..I'm not, I mean, this is just a prop. I thought they would look cute…..its stupid."

"They do look cute, really cute."

She smiled sheepishly while looking down.

"Soooooo, do you have a name, or should I just call you bunny?"

She giggled before looking back up at you. In that moment you felt an old spark deep inside. Something you hadn't felt in a long time.

"M-my name is Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings. But you can call me bunny, if you like."

From that time on you spent the whole day talking. Lyra was absolutely fascinated in you and the world of humans. And you were just as fascinated in her and the world of magic and peace she called home. You two kept talking until the sun went down. As the two of you sat on the couch, you found yourself inching closer to her, and to your surprise, her to you.

As the moon came out, her lips touched yours, and the rest was history.

But the feelings of happiness and elation were long behind you as you sat at the kitchen table drumming your fingers with a sour look on your face.

"If you keep that look, your face might just stay that way," Lyra warned as she moved about the kitchen.

"Don't you worry about me, Bunny. I just get this face whenever I have to be around her."

"Oh come on, Sweetie-"

"Sweetie is not coming on anything. I only get to see you for a little while. Why do I have to share my time with Bon Bon?"

Lyra sighed taking a seat next to you and setting a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Sweetie, I know that you two don't exactly……see eye to eye. But she's my best friend, and you're my boyfriend. I want the two that I love the most to get along."

Lyra really knew how to cut you deep.

Lyra was an only child, and her mother, well…….wasn't the best.

Lyra's mom was so absorbed in being a social butterfly that she had never been there for Lyra. At her graduation, she was at a high society party. At her very first concert recital, she was on a date with a rich stallion. Her first period, she was out shopping.

Bon Bon, on the other hoof, had always been there for Lyra.

As her boyfriend, it is your duty to make sure that Lyra is happy. Even if that means spending a day around somepony who hates your guts.

You sighed deeply, feeling like an old man as you did so.

"Alright, Bunny. If it makes my little honey pot happy, I'll…….try and get along."

Lyra's magic wrapped around your head and jerked it to the left where she gave you a soft kiss on the mouth.

"You spoil me," she cooed with a seductive expression.

"You're fuckin right I do," you replied before picking up your coffee and chugging it like don dela nootch.

You then felt her tingly magic wrap around another part of you. An act that almost made you do a spit take.

Looking in her direction you were greeted by the sexiest golden eyes. She gazed at you like you knew what she was going at.

And you did.

Lyra's "magic jobs" were so mind blowingly amazing that she only did it for you on special occasions.

Since it was with magic and not her hoof, she was able to stimulate your nerves without the distraction of feeling a physical touch. The first time she did this for you, you felt a little scared that she might accidentally blow it up.

But in the end you came so hard you could have sworn that a portion of your cum was brain matter.

She literally blew your brain out from your dick.

You leaned back in your chair as you let her do her thing and magically stroke you off.

'KNOCK KNOCK'

Instantly you felt her heavenly magic leave your already hard penis.

"Oh, she's here early," Lyra observed as she moved away from you.

"GHAAAAAA!" You roared as you picked up a butter knife and buried it into the wood of the table.

Now she was ruining your once in a blue moon magic job.

Fucking Bon Bon!

"You good, Sweetie?"

Lyra's sweet and gentle face brought your temperature down to a simmer.

"Ya……I'm good."

Lyra gave you a bright smile as she went to answer the door.

You sat back in your chair and took a deep breath, ready for what may be the longest day of your life.

"Bon Bon!"

"Ly Ly!"

The two mares stood there as they both squeed at a pitch that could have broken glass.

You just sat there and waited.

"I'm so glad to see you," Lyra said as she gave Bon Bon a big hug.

"Well when I don't see my Ly Ly for almost a month I get worried," Bon Bon replied in her signature sweet inflection.

But you knew that tone of voice was a lie.

"I know. I'm so sorry, but work has been-"

"Tut Tut, not another word. All I care about is that you're doing well."

The two exchanged another warm girl hug.

It was then that she finally noticed you.

"Oh, Bon Bon, you've met-"

"I know who he is. I'm just surprised to see it sitting at a table like a civilized pony."

It was then that you got up and moved closer to the two mares, you and Bon Bon staring daggers at each other every step you took.

"Hay, Bonnie. Nice to see you again. How have you been?" You asked in your friendliest way.

Bon Bon continued to glare as Lyra looked at her nervously.

"Well, Ly Ly. I see you've trained him to speak. Good job."

You felt a vein pulse on the back of your neck. If it weren't for the worried and hopeful expression on Lyra's face you would have blown.

"She sure did. Wasn't easy though. Me being such a numb skull and all."

Bon Bon snorted, frustrated that she couldn't get the response she wanted from you.

"Ly Ly, you have got to tell me everything about the concert. Did you meet Octavia?"

Bon Bon's cold demeanor quickly turned to girlish excitement as she changed gears for girl talk.

"Ya I did. She's so beautiful and classy, just like I always thought she would be."

Lyra and Bonnie sat at the table while they continued to chat and squee. It would be adorable if one of them wasn't such a cold bitch.

It was then that you thought of something to try and break bread.

"Can I get you a coffee, Bon Bon?"

She looked sideways at you, sizing you up.

"Yes, that sounds lovely," she replied sweetly.

You smiled to yourself as you got up and poured the black liquid into a coffee cup. Lyra felt her cheeks get warm. She was pleased as punch that you were being the bigger pony, er…human.

"For you, malady," you said as you handed the mug to Bon Bon. She shifted glances from the cup to you, a sly smile forming on her muzzle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot to ask for cream."

She sounded sincere, but her slinky expression said otherwise. You cast it off in the hopes of continuing the peace.

"No problem," you replied.

You put a couple scoops of cream into the cup before bringing it back.

"Oh, I'm such a silly little head. I forgot to ask for sugar."

There goes that vein again.

So you went back and put sugar into the cup, grumbling under your breath.

"I think this might be perfect for you now."

Bon Bon turned to face you in her chair. With a blank stare she reached for the cup. She held it in her hooves for three seconds before it "slipped" from her hooves and shattered on the floor, sending coffee all over the place.

"Oops, silly me. I'm such a klutz," she breezed, putting a hoof over her mouth.

The pressure building in your chest was like that of the mountain that destroyed Pompeii. Lyra had a look on her face like she was waiting for your cancer results to come back.

Without a word you moved over to a drawer and started rummaging through the contents.

Suddenly Bon Bon felt like maybe she had pushed you too far. Especially if you were pulling out a knife.

When you turned around, she saw that you had a dish cloth in your hands.

"Don't even worry about it. Accidents will happen."

Lyra felt her heart flutter. She felt so proud of you for not getting upset, but she was gonna have to talk to Bon Bon about her behavior latter.

You set to cleaning up the mess while Bon Bon huffed and turned her nose up at you.

"I guess thats the best place for you. Cleaning up the floor like the dog you are," she chuckled to herself.

'SLAM!'

Even you jumped at the abrupt slamming on the table.

You stood up to see Lyra with a fierce look in her eyes. Her cute little face was red like she was about to throw a tantrum.

"Lyra?" Bon Bon asked to her friend.

"I…I…..I have to go to the bathroom!" She huffed before leaving the kitchen and storming down the hall.

You moved and sat at the table.

"Sheesh, whats her problem?"

"She's a sweet girl," you answered.

"Like you give a rotten apple about that," Bon Bon snapped at you.

"Excuse me?"

Bon Bon turned in her seat, crossed her hooves, and starred at you like it was an interrogation.

"Let's cut the manure. I know what you care about, and it isn't Lyra. You keep coming here and hanging around because you want her plot."

Your fist curled under the table.

"You're a disgusting, loud, freakish ape. Who has some weird desire to mate with a pony. What, can't you mate with one of your own freaks?"

You clenched your teeth so hard you could have cracked a tooth.

"Lyra may not have the good sense to know when a wolf is panting in her face, but I see you for what you are."

A long pause dwelled between you and Bon Bon, only cold, icy stares. You had to say your peace.

"I think I know what your problem is."

"Oh yeah, whats that?"

"You defiantly have a problem, but its not with me."

"Is that right?"

"Ya, it is."

You put your hands together on the table.

"The problem isn't me or Lyra. It's you."

"Pffffffft! Oh, Oh, I need to hear this. How exactly am I the problem?"

"Because you're in love with Lyra."

Bon Bon's expression shifted from sarcastic, to one of a filly who had been caught with her hoof in a candy jar.

"You love her. Probably since you met her. I would wager that you have a diary with more than one page full of her name written in different fonts and styles and   decorated with cute little hearts."

Bon Bon's mouth moved like she was trying to say something but couldn't.

"You dream about her. You fantasize about her. You see her with me and it feels like the world is crumbling under your hooves."

"Y-you're crazy," she mumbled.

"Am I? I just have one thing to say after all that."

Bon Bon started breathing heavy through her nose as she narrowed her eyes at you.

"What's that?"

You reached a hand out and gently placed it on her hoof.

"I'm sorry."

Her face lifted.

"I know it hurts, to see the one you love with someone else, and I'm sorry for that."

She pulled her hoof away from you.

"But believe me when I say that I love that little pony more than myself, and I would never take advantage of her."

'SLAP!'

Her hoof scraped as it slid across your face.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! What do you know about me?! About Lyra?! About anything?!"

"Bon Bon, whats going on?"

The sweet sounding voice from the hallway drew both of your attentions.

Lyra stood there with a curious look as she saw Bon Bon propped up over you on the table with a furious spark in her eyes.

"Ly Ly, I was just…………He tried to touch me!"

Lying bitch!

You were a deer caught in the headlights. Denying would only make you look guilty. All you could do was turn and look at Lyra as she shifted her gaze from you and Bon.

The tension was thick and bitter. The seconds that passed felt like years as you tried to read what Lyra was thinking.

"Bon Bon……I think that you should leave."

Bon Bon's face broke.

"B-but, Ly Ly, I-"

"I can't believe that you would make up a lie like that."

"Ly Ly, I just-"

"Since you showed up you've been nothing but rude and salty. You're my best friend, and I thought that you could be nice to my boyfriend. I'm very disappointed in you. If you can't put aside whatever it is that you have against him, then I don't know if we can be friends anymore."

Bon Bon's eyes glazed as she fought off the urge to cry. As far as their friendship went, Lyra had never stood up to Bon Bon. She always let Bon Bon take the lead and make the decisions. So seeing Lyra take charge was a bit of a shock.

Lyra may have had trouble standing up for herself, but when it came to you she was like a mother bear.

"F-fine…….I'll leave you with the FREAK!" 

Bon Bon slammed the door behind her as she left. You looked at Lyra who was doing her best to look strong.

"Bunny, I-"

"Follow me," she ordered.

So you did. You even tried not to look at her flank as she went up the stairs.

She led you into the bedroom and turned on her heels to throw you an authoritative stare.

"Sit down and wait for me."

You sat and watched as she left the room, feeling a little nervous and scared.

What happened to her? You had never seen her so straight forward and angry.

She's mad. She's so mad. There is no way that she isn't totally mad.

She came back into the room holding a white box with her magic. She slammed the box down on the floor before hoping up and siting next to you on the bed.

"L-Lyra, I-"

"Don't move!"

So you didn't.

You felt her turn your head with her magic, and you closed your eyes in preparation for your punishment.

'Sluuuuuuurp'

You felt a warm wet muscle slide up the side of your face. Lyra's tongue felt so soothing and moist as she tenderly slathered your cheek.

"Bunny, what are you doing?"

She toped her licking off with a soft peck on your cheek.

"Saliva is nature's disinfectant. I don't want you to get an infection," she answered in a sweet, syrupy little voice.

You didn't even notice that your cheek had a sizable scrape on it from where Bon Bon hit you. Lyra opened the white box, revealing that it was a first aid kit.

"I thought you were mad at me."

She furrowed her brow.

"Why would I be mad at you, Sweetie? You were nothing but kind and gentlemanly. I don't know what you could have said to make Bon Bon so angry, but she's always been one to fly off the handle."

She took some gauze and tape out of the box and patched up your injury. After you were all fixed up she gave the gauze a cute little kiss.

"Better?"

You touched the bandage. You could almost feel love emanating from it.

Unable to contain your bubbling emotions, you garbed the squishy little mare and held her to you. She let out a tiny squeak.

"Sweetheart, whats wrong?"

Not a dam thing was wrong. You just realized how much you loved her. She trusted you absolutely. When Bon Bon made a false claim of sexual harassment there wasn't a shred of doubt in her mind.

You and Lyra weren't just "dating", you two were connected.

"Please, Bunny. Just let me stay like this for a little longer."

She replied by wrapping her hooves around you in a tender embrace, cooing as she swooned.

"In fact, you were so well behaved that I'd like to do something special for you."

Lyra pulled away.

"Huh?" You asked.

"I-I mean, you've done so much for me, what with the…..you know…..ropes and….stuff."

It was so cute. Even though Lyra was into some kinky, dirty stuff, she was still a dainty little girl who got shy at the mention of sex stuff.

"Well, Bunny, I can't refuse an offer from my favorite mare."

She smiled wide while tapping her hooves excitedly.

"Ok! Uh, uh, do you mind waiting here for me?"

"Calm down, honey bunny. I'll wait, just don't hurt yourself."

She gave you a kiss on the chin before skipping off.

You sat on the bed, your mind a waft with thoughts of what wonderfully perverted thing your girlfriend might have in store for you. You laid back on the bed and inhaled the peace and tranquility of Lyra's room. It smelt of female. A sweet and delicate scent that made you feel so happy to be alive. A stark contrast to the dark loneliness that plagued your days before "the great Lyraing".

The glint of mint green caused you to sit up and see Lyra entering. Her face looked like she was concealing something uncomfortable.

"Bunny, are you alright?"

Lyra stopped and looked up at you with a wince and a smile.

"I-I wanted to give you something special, something I know you've wanted a long time for."

Your brain zipped and whizzed as you thought about what this special something could be. Then like a hard punch in the brain balls you realized.

"Lyra, you don't mean-"

"I-I do. Today I'm going to let you have my….my…….plot hole."

The heavens opened up and a ray of golden light shined on you. You weren't sure, but you could have sworn that you could hear a heavenly chorus singing in the background.

But before you could dip the wick into the sweetest of bees wax, you had to make her squirm a bit.

"Prove it," you demanded flatly.

Lyra's face turned red, and her ears flattened to her head, her expression full of hesitation.

"H-how?"

"Beg me for it."

"No I can't!"

"Do it!"

Lyra sniffed hard as she tried to fight back the urge to start crying.

"Turn around, stick your dirty ass in the air, and beg me to fuck your ass."

"Y-you're such a mean bully," she whimpered as she turned to stick her rump up at you.

She lowered her head till her jaw rested on the floor. Her round little butt rose slowly into the air until she was on her tippy hooves. Finally she moved her tail up and back, revealing the treasures hidden.

"I-I just clean it out and squirted some lube inside….because I want you to…to….fuck…my ass!" 

You could tell that it was hard for her to say it while being bombarded with embarrassment, but her nervous begging was giving you a steel hard on.

"I want you to ram your hard, fleshy cock inside my ass and hollow me out inside. I want you to slam my plot so hard I get bruises on my rump. A-and when it feels so good you can't hold it any longer, I want you to cream pie my anus with a big hot load of milk."

Lyra had tears falling from her cheeks by the time she finished with her obscene begging.

You stepped up to where she was bent over and kneeled down. You gently placed a hand on her cutie mark while your other hand patter her rump like it was a puppy.

"You want to be my anal cock puppet, don't you girl?" You asked sweetly to the little pony exposing herself to you.

"I do. I want your manhood to be the first to taste my tail hole."

You wanted to invade her plot right then and there, but more teasing was called for. You ran two fingers up and down her little slit, her sticky juices coating your fingers. Her sweet scent was already filling the room, and you breathed deep her bitch scent.

"Your pussy is wet, honey. You said no for so long, but you wanted up the ass all along huh?"

Lyra's rump quivered. Her embarrassment only adding to her arousal.

"I-its not what you think. Its only because your bullying me so much."

You grinned inwardly.

Taking one of your moist fingers away from her pussy, you positioned your middle finger on her delicate little rose bud, and with one smooth motion, buried it up to your knuckle.

Her anus flexed and gripped around the intruder, and Lyra bit her lip to stifle a groan of pleasure.

"If I'm a bully, then I might as well act like one," you whispered to her like a villain.

You pulled back on your finger, but found it hard with Lyra's hole gripping hard. You raised your other hand and gave her plot a good hard slap. Lyra couldn't hold herself from yelping at the smack she received on her butt.

Yes she was giving you the go-ahead to have her forbidden hole, but she still wanted to maintain her position that she wasn't a fan of it.

And yet the thought of you using her ass like a toy made her feel so naughty and excited. Something wet slowly dripped down her thigh, and she hoped that you didn't notice it.

Finally you found that you could pull your finger out from her tight ass. You pulled out till your finger was almost out before sliding it back into her welcoming anus. Lyra felt uncomfortable in her bottom, but the feeling of your digit wasn't completely bad.

Lyra's pussy was openly leaking her clear fluid, and her back legs were shaking as she quickly lost the strength to hold herself up under your anal fingering.

You pulled your finger from her plot and she slumped to the floor, panting and sweating like she had just run a 5K. Gently, you picked her up and held her in your arms like she was a baby. 

"Was that too much for you, Bunny?"

You were having fun being mean to her, but you didn't want her first experience with anal to be a bad one. You wanted her to feel good and like it, because that would mean anal in the future

Heh heh.

"W-well, it was a little uncomfortable, but I think I'll be ok. Are you going to be rough?"

You ran a hand up the side of her face and moved a stray lock of her mane behind her ear.

"I may need to be a little rough to get it in, but I'm not going to hurt you too badly."

Lyra's face turned a gentle shade of pink. She nuzzled her face into your chest while circling the tip of a hoof on your shoulder.

"I'm ready when you are."

You carried her to the bed and set her down gently. Lyra put her hooves on your chest and gave you a quick kiss on the mouth before turning and assuming the position.

You held your cock and gripped her rump with the other hand. The head of your dick nuzzled between her cheeks and made contact with her rose bud. Lyra coaxed you by shaking her rump on your hard on, enticing you to enter.

Lyra looked so cute under you, her rump raised up and her eyes looking at you over her shoulder, glazed with lust and excitement. You felt your head gently open her hole and make sweet contact with the moist heat inside. Even as you entered you were surprised that her plot was welcoming you inside so easily.

Well, not "easily", but it wasn't as tight a fit as you thought it would be.

Lyra's breathing was becoming more long and raged as she felt you sink deeper inside her. Her tummy was a flutter, and her heart was pounding in her chest and head. You felt so big in her ass, but she wasn't breaking, and she took that as a good sign.

You grunted in your throat as you pushed inside as gently as you could. You could feel her butt cheeks quizzer around your shaft as you sank the last few inches and hilted.

"I-I'm all the way inside now…Bunny," you said between gasps.

"You are? T-that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."

Lyra realized what she had said almost as soon as she had said it.

"I-I didn't mean that like your small or anything. I just meant that-"

You pulled out and slid back inside before she could finish, drawing a long groan from Lyra. Her ass felt like it was on fire after your first thrust. Her hooves gripped her sheets, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

"Don't pass out on me just yet."

You gripped her cheeks as you drew out and pushed inside with a little more force. Her plot opened and squeezed you whenever you bottomed out in her hot guts.

"S-Sweetie! I-I did want you in my ass! I'm so sorry that I made you wait so long!"

She did love it. She loved how snug you felt in her ass, and she was surprised at how good her pussy felt from your pounding.

You couldn't believe how great her ass felt. It was so hot and snug in her ass, and you knew that it wouldn't be long before you blew.

Her plot made a naughty smacking sound whenever your pelvis met her rump. Soon your moderate thrusting became pounding, and Lyra was now openly moaning and drooling like she was having her mind blown.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass! HAAAARDERRR!"

You had never heard Lyra talk so harsh, and with so many "fucks".

You leaned over her sweating form and fucked faster, trying to dig into her ass a little deeper. You yourself were panting and snarling as you fought through the burning in your stomach muscles.

"Come on, ol boy, can't puss out now! Gotta teach this little gash what it means to give up that ass!"

As if she were psychically connected, you felt her anal walls squeeze and twitch around you, her mouth releasing a string of curses and animalistic sounds, the likes of which you had never heard.

Her pussy exploded in a hard gush of cum that was so hot it felt like boiling water spilling onto your feet.

You found that your cock was locked deep inside her anus. It refused to release you on the grounds that the cock inside belonged to it.

"Holy shit, Lyra! I take it you like anal!"

"You're….fucking right…..I do," she gasped as her strength left her.

"Lay down. I'm gonna ride you until I suck your dick dry…..NOW!"

Like a good little bitch, you laid down on the bed as Lyra faced away from you and straddled your pelvis. She used her magic to raise your cock up and planted her asshole on you with one firm sit.

"It's good, right? You fucking love my shit hole, don't you? You dirty little fuck!"

Lyra was scaring you a bit. She sounded crazy, like she would do anything to rape you."

She flexed hard with a grunt, her ass rising and falling with the speed of a piston. Her rump slammed down on your pelvis, causing a loud slap to ring out every time she landed down.

You weren't even trying to hold back, you could feel the orgasm rising in your nuts, and the sight of Lyra's ass going up and down was only adding to your rising nut.

"I want cum! You better cream me good! Or I'm gonna squeeze you so hard it will break off!"

"Not so hard, Bunny! I'm gonna cum, but your hurting me!"

Lyra started laughing like an evil villain.

"You sound like such a little pussy! I love it! Come on, beg me for mercy like the weak little slut you are!"

Her slamming only got harder.

You felt afraid. What happened to the sweet and delicate Ly bunny that you loved?

"P-please, mistress. Make me cum. Force me to cream pie your ass with all my might!"

"Cum now!" 

With that, you came like a volcano into her ass. The force of your cum spewing up into your mistress's ass caused you to moan and wince in pain and ecstasy.

You held her hips down as you emptied your balls like a fire hose inside her cruel anus.

Her anal muscles gripped and pulled on you, milking you like a ripe cow.

The feeling of hot cum in her ass seemed to wash away Lyra's temporary 'mistress' personality, bring back the sweet little pony.

She let your softening cock slip out of her ass and turned to look at you.

"Oh goodness, sweetie! Are you alright? I didn't mean to be so mean to you."

You panted and wheezed, but brought a hand up and caressed her warm cheek.

"Glad to have you back. That was awesome," you breathed.

Lyra laid down atop you and went into cuddle mode. She nuzzled into your neck, making a sweet little mewl like a kitten.

"Buuuuuut…I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson for switching the tables on me."

Lyra propped up on your chest, giving you a sly smile while her cheeks turned red.

"What did you have in mind?"

***

You sat on the edge of the bed with Lyra laying across your lap, her butt up in the air.

"N-now sweetie, I still have your…stuff in my…you know. Shouldn't I-"

'SMACK!'

Lyra squealed in a mix of pain and delight as your hand came down and pelted her good. Another smack rang out as you continued to spank her like a bad girl.
You could see that she was trying to hold your cum in her ass, but you were going to fix that.

Three more spanks pelted her ass.

Lyra let out a big wet fart as your cum spewed out like her ass was a volcano.

"Oh sweetie! Please don't look at me right noooooooow!"

"Ly Ly? I wanted to apologize to you and-"

The obscene releasing of cum from ass was disturbed as a cream colored mare walked into the room and quickly turned pale in shock.

Lyra buried her crimson face in her hooves, knowing that she was going to die after this. You looked from Lyra's ass to the mare who didn't know how to knock.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu…It's exactly what it looks like."    

> Three is not a crowd.
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"So then he scaled the tower using just her hair! Isn't that the coolest thing? When I was reading it I just thought that he sounded so brave and heroic."

"Lyra-"

"Then, in this other story I read, the hero charged in head first, his sword raised at the dragon."

"Lyra-"

"And he did it all to save one girl. Don't you think that that's so hot? I mean to do all tha-"

"Lyra!"

Bon Bon slammed a hoof down on the bar, causing the glasses to rattle from the force. Having been broken from her human gushing, Lyra looked to her friend a bit shaken from Bonnie's outburst. Everypony in the bar looked on at the two mares who had caused the disturbance.

"Enough, Lyra. I'm tired of hearing about this every day. All you ever talk about are humans. You read those stories like they're sacred text."

Lyra felt a mix of embarrassment and anger as her best friend explained her frustrations.

"I get that you like those stories, but they're not real, Lyra."

"W-well, maybe not today, but I read that they once lived here in Equestria," Lyra said as she looked down at the glass in her hooves.

"But not now, Lyra. You're not a filly anymore, don't you think it's time that you stopped believing in those stupid stories?"

Lyra shot Bon Bon a defiant look, she knew that Bonnie didn't care much for her hobby, but to call her human stories "stupid" was going too far.

"Well I'm sooooo sorry that my hobbies and interests annoy you so much. At least I'm not boring like you!"

Bonnie looked shocked at her friend's defiance. In all the time that she had known Lyra (which was ever since they were fillies) she had never seen her get angry or snap back at her.

"Maybe I should be boring and-and, make candy! Then I can collect recipes for candy, and go to candy conventions, Oh, and I could even start a collection of different candies from around the world. Would that make you happy, Bon Bon? Then would I be boring enough to be your friend!?"

Lyra didn't stop to take in the sight of her friend as she began to cry silently, she didn't even stop to pick up the glass she had flung across the bar during her outburst. She galloped as fast as she could out the door of the bar and down the dimly lit street that lead to her house. She didn't want to see Bon Bon, or anypony for that matter. She just wanted to get home so she could be alone for a while.

She found herself sitting in her bath tub with no water, she curled herself into a ball as she bawled out her hurt feelings. Ever since she was a little pony she had loved to read and hear stories about humans and their adventures. Her first day of pre-school, when the teacher went around and asked what everypony wanted to do when they grew up, Lyra said that she wanted to meet a real human and go on an adventure with him.

To this, everypony, including the teacher, began laughing at her like she was a joke, everypony except Bon Bon. It didn't get better after she got older, she got laughed at and picked on so much she dropped out of the school for gifted unicorns. Now her best friend had made her feel like a fool for her interest.

Lyra bawled loudly in the tub as snot dripped from her nose. It wasn't so much that Bonnie had been  mean, but she was realizing that her obsession with humans was starting to have a negative affect on her life. All her money that didn't go to either food or home was spent on more books, or human toys. She had never even gone out with a stallion because in her mind they didn't compare to what a human male would be like.

Her hobby was becoming a problem, but the thought of giving up her beloved collection broke her heart and made her want to cry more. Until that night, she had never felt so alone before.

She thought to herself as she wiped the snot from her nose with a tissue, "Maybe it is time to make a change……."

Lyra got out of the tub and slumped over to her bathroom mirror, the pony who looked back at her looked like Tartarus warmed over. Her eyes were red, the fur under them was matted from the tears. She looked miserable. 

Maybe she was right. Her hobby had brought her nothing but heartache and humiliation. The thought of giving up her love of humans was heartbreaking, but Lyra was (for the most part) a girl who was able to see things in the long run.

Lowering her head, she could see that if she continued on this road that she would continue to be a social outcast, and even worse, she may wind up loosing her best and only friend.

It would hurt, but she had to give up on humans.

A few weeks passed. Lyra had given up almost all her books and toys, and had reconciled with Bon Bon. On the surface, she seemed to now be a normal and well adjusted pony, but on the inside she felt like a part of herself was missing.

These feelings weren't lost on Bon Bon. She noticed that while Lyra was smiling and carrying on, she carried a look of sadness behind her smile.

"You just need to get out there and find yourself a nice stallion to take you out."

Lyra half heartily agreed, yet she wasn't sure at all about that. She had harbored a fantasy of meeting a human through some crazy magical situation and been saving herself for that. But now she realized that she had to give up on that notion.

"What stallion would want me?" She asked herself, looking at her reflection in a mirror.

"I'm not really cute at all, and I'm not girly like Bon Bon."

She sighed in self doubt. She had tried make up and dresses and getting her mane styled, but all that accomplished was a lot of snickers from everypony.

She looked around her room. She thought that maybe a bow in her hair or a ribbon around her neck would bring out whatever feminine charms she had buried deep down. She found a bunny ear head band in a drawer. Lyra had never been into cosplay stuff like that, but maybe it would look cute on her.

Placing the ears on her head she stood in front of her mirror, striking poses and making kissey faces at herself. She sighed, thinking to herself that you can't make a stone cute.

A subtle tremble under her hooves caused her to look around her room. She wondered if an earth quake was happening, but the trembling was too subtle.
She heard a magical sound coming from her wall, when suddenly something big and dressed in clothes came tumbling elbows over ass through her wall and landed on its back on her floor.

She meeped, startled at the sudden intruder.

The creature moaned as it looked around her room, its eyes finally falling on Lyra.

They didn't say anything for what felt like ages. Lyra was a pony caught in the headlights. Her brain knew what she was looking at, but the shock of the moment kept her from realizing it.

She took on a defensive stance, readying an attack spell just in case.

"Beautiful," the creature said, looking transfixed by the sight of her.

Lyra felt her cheeks glow, oblivious of future her and the creature would have together.

Fast forward to the present.

"So…let me try and get this straight. Lyra has some bondage thing, and you, trying to be supportive, have been "playing along" with it?"

You sat next to an unconscious Lyra, who had fainted from embarrassment after Bon Bon walked in on you two. 

Bon Bon had insisted that you two sit down while you explain exactly what had been going on when she interrupted.
You were…embarrassed, to say the least.

"Yeup, that pretty much sums it up," you replied.

Bon Bon sighed, looking very uncomfortable.

"I'm uh, sorry you had to see that, Bon Bon."

"No, it's ok. It's my fault for not knocking."

An awkward silence enveloped the room, neither of you knowing what to say to the other.

"So, um…I wanted to…apologize to you too."

You lifted your head up to the pretty earth pony. She was looking away from you as she shifted a bit in her chair.

"Apologize, for what?"

"Well, you know. For the mean way that I've treated you. Yes, I have my own feelings where you and Lyra are concerned, but that's no excuse for how I've acted."

"So, you do love Lyra, don't you?" You asked.

She nodded sheepishly.

"I-I know that you love Lyra, and I know that she loves you, but I….I can't help feeling this way. I've watched her grow. I've helped pick her up when she was down. Life without her just…scares me. She's a grown mare though, and she can make her own choices. But when I see her with you I can't help but feel like…she doesn't need me anymore."

You sat and listened to Bon Bon. You could see where she was coming from. Until now you thought that she was just a mean spirited bitch, but now you could see her for what she really was.

A protective mother.

"Bon Bon, Lyra loves you. I'm sure she wouldn't be the pony she is today without you, and for that I have to thank you."

Bon Bon blushed, looking up at you as if to ask 'really?'.

You reached out to her, placing your hand on her hoof.

"Like you said, you practically raised her from a filly. There will always be a place for you in her life, even if I am in the picture."

She smiled wide, tears nearly forming around her eyes.

"Well, I…I guess that I can, you know, like you…for Lyra."

"Well well well, aren't you two getting friendly?" Came the sweet voice of a familiar unicorn.

Bothe you and Bon Bon quickly looked at the source of the voice, seeing Lyra's face. She was laying sideways and smiling like she knew something juicy.

"Lye Bunny, you're awake. Are you feeling ok?"

Lyra brought a hoof o her mouth as she giggled.

"Oh, I'm feeling fine, not as *fine* as you and Bonnie seem to be."

You and Bon Bon raised a brow at the same time.

"Lyra, I'm uh, sorry….for walking in on your….personal time."

Lyra blushed, but kept her sinister smirk.

"I-it's fine-but don't let me stop your moment."

Lyra was acting a little strange, and you just had to ask.

"Bunny, are you sure you're feeling ok? You're acting a little odd."

"'Sigh!' Honey, you can be so naive. It's obvious that Bonnie is trying to tell you that she like-likes you."

If you and Bon Bon had been drinking something, you both would have spewed it out.

"Lyra, that's ridiculous!" Bon Bon blurted out.

"Yeah, Bunny, I think you have the wrong idea," you added.

Lyra used a hoof to turn your head to look her in the eye.

"Sweetie, you don't have to lie to me. I'm not mad. In fact I'm happy."

"HAPPY!?" You and Bon Bon said in unison.

"Yes. I mean, my best friend and the person I love coming together? Why wouldn't I be happy?"

There were no words for what was going on. You looked to Bon Bon for an idea of what to say, but she looked just as shocked.

"Bunny, I'm confused. You want me to cheat on you?"

To this, Lyra looked confused.

"Cheat? No sweetie, cheating would be if you fooled around behind my back with some stranger. Bonnie is a friend. Not to mention that you're a stal-I mean, a male. It's your right to start a herd."

This was getting out of hand. Obviously Lyra had heard part of your conversation with Bon Bon and assumed that it was some heart felt confession. But the fact remained that Bon Bon was a lesbian. There was no way that she would be down with this.

Ooooor…

"That's right, Bunny. Bon Bon was just asking to join you and me in the bonds of heard…..hood."

"What!?" Bon Bon exclaimed.

Lyra clapped her hooves together happily, her smile like one of a filly who had just gotten a love letter from her crush.

"Oh Sweetie, that's wonderful! Shall I, uh, leave you two to get better acquainted?"

You turned to Bon Bon, who looked like she was ready to kill you five times over. You winked at the sour faced girl.

"Actually, seeing as you two are my mares now, I think that you two should get to "know" each other. With my supervision, of course."

Bon Bon's face shifted. Something dawned on her, and she slowly realized that you had given her the gift of a lifetime. Lyra's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink. Her eyes darted from you to a very enraptured looking Bon Bon.

"M-me, and Bonnie?"

You stood up from the bed.

"Yes of course. I want you two to bond while I watch. Bon Bon, you get over on the bed and face each other."

"Uh, um….ok then,"

Bon Bon got up from her chair and climbed onto the bed. Lyra and Bon Bon sat facing each other, both looking a little unsure about the whole thing.

"Now, before we begin, I think it's a good idea if you both say something nice about the other."

"W-why do we have to do that?" Bon Bon asked.

"Because, you two just had a fight. It wouldn't be good for you two to enter into a relationship with that still in the air. So we're going to squash that here and now. Bon Bon, why don't you go first?"

Bon Bon did her best to keep her eyes from making contact with Lyra's while she thought of what to say.

"Uh-uh, Lyra…I-"

"Look at Lyra, Bon Bon," you instructed.

Slowly, Bon Bon looked her friend eye to eye.

"Lyra, you're my best friend, but lately its felt like we've been drifting apart, and…you're more than just my friend. You're the other half of myself. I'm sorry for being mean and over bearing at times, but it's only because I worry about you, and…I love you."

Lyra looked positively touched. Her eyes were glossy, and she held her hooves over her chest as if to hold her heart in.

"Good-good, that was very nice. Bunny, it's your turn."

Lyra sniffed back her tears of joy, placing her hooves on Bon Bon's.

"Bonnie, ever since we first met, you've been a friend, a mentor, a rock, and someponey that I can depend on. Nothing makes me happier than the idea of us being more than friends. There isn't any tif, fight or quarrel that would keep me from loving you."

Now both girls looked like they were about to burst into tears, and now they were ready.

"Kiss each other," you instructed.

Bon Bon looked like she was about to question your instruction, but Lyra stopped her by swooping in and planting her lips on Bon Bon's. Your eye brows rose in glee. This was going to work out for Bon Bon and you.

The cream colored mare closed her eyes and leaned into her new girlfriend's kiss. From where you were watching, you could see Bon Bon's tongue hesitantly poking at Lyra's lips, as if to ask permission to enter.

Lyra opened her mouth wide, welcoming Bon Bon's advances and even one upping her by mashing her own tongue into Bon Bon's.

The two mare's tongues collided and swirled together as both girls made little whimpers and coos. They pushed their bodies together, hooves running up and down the others body. Lyra squirmed one of her hind legs between Bon Bon's legs and under her rump, eliciting a sharp gasp from her friend. Bon Bon retaliated by running her hooves down Lyra's body, curving over her shapely hips and gripping her cheeks tightly, causing Lyra to gyrate her rump from the welcomed touching.

This was getting to be a pretty good show. You had always had a feeling that Bon Bon was a girl who would submit if you gave her a little push, and you looked forward to seeing more of that side in the future.

But now, there was business to attend to.

"Ok, ladies, that's enough of that," you said cooly.

Lyra broke away from Bon Bon like a good girl, but Bon Bon looked more than a little disappointed.

"H-hey! What's the deal?" Bon Bon asked.

"Well, Bon Bon, now that you and your fellow herd member are on good terms, it's time to initiate you."

The earth pony looked confused, but you could see that she didn't want to say anything that would end her future with Lyra.

"Initiante?" Bon bon asked.          

Lyra placed her hoof on Bon Bon's shoulder, drawing her attention.

"Bonnie, you're now a part of this herd, and that means that master has to initiate you by dominating you."

Bon Bon hid it, but you could see the terror behind her eyes.

"It'll be alright, Bonnie. Master may be a bit harsh, but after a while you'll really start to love it."

"Actually, Bunny, I had a better idea for Bon Bon's initiation."

Ten minutes latter and a lot of rope and tying knots, you were finished with the setup.

Lyra and Bon Bon were lashed together facing each other. Their hind legs were tied together at the hooves, bringing their pussies within an inch of each other. They were both gaged, and their fore hooves were secured behind their backs.

To make things a little more interesting, you put blindfolds over their eyes to keep them in suspense.

"Ok, my sweet little slaves. The name of the game is 'don't cum first'. The one who climaxes first has to eat the pussy of the one who comes last."

This worked out great. No matter who comes first, Bon Bon will win. Either she gets eaten out by Lyra, or she gets to eat out Lyra.

You pulled out a double ended dildo, unable to help grinning at the fun to come (no pun intended).

You were about to pull out some lube, but stopped at the sight of the two pink, glistening sexes between the two girls legs.

"Well-well, looks like you little sluts are ready to begin. Well then I wont keep you both waiting."

You started with Lyra, who moaned with great delight at the feeling of the dildo sliding into her moist sex.

Once she had enough inside her, you turned to insert the other end in Bon Bon, who was trembling with anticipation. You touched the flat tip to her lips, and she jumped a bit from the contact. You pushed the tip inside, finding the insertion to be easier than you were expecting.

"Wow, Bon Bon, you're much looser than I was expecting. You must be pretty popular with the stallions around town huh?"

"Mm-mmm! Mm-mmm!" She protested, shaking her head.

"No?….Oh! That must mean that you masturbate regularly."

Like you had flipped a switch, her face lit up red like a christmas light. She sighed as loud as she could around the gag in her mouth, wiggling a little as if to try and get a little more inside herself. You slid the length of phallus inside of her slowly till there was an even amount in both girls.  

You stood and watched them. They squirmed and twitched, both eager to begin.

"Alrighty then, girls. You may begin…..now."

Like a horse out of the shoot, Lyra began wiggling and bucking her hips as best she could. Bon Bon moaned sharply when she felt her counterpart begin assaulting her, forcing the end inside her to wiggle and move. It was clear to you that Bon Bon had never experienced this kind of pleasure, and you could only imagine the swarm of joy and ecstasy that was swirling around in her head.

Bon Bon began pushing back into Lyra, which only helped in pushing the end inside Bon Bon to sink deeper, since Bonnie didn't know to clench down on her end. Lyra heard her muffled sound, seeing an opening for her to push her friend further. Lyra clenched her teeth around her ball gag, you could see that while she was happy that you three were together, she was bound and determined to prove that she was still number one.

You were surprised at how much she was able to move despite the expert job you did in tying her up. She started bucking herself against Bon Bon like she was a stallion, sweat forming on her minty coat and around her forehead.

Bon Bon wasn't out of the fight yet though. She was moving her own hips, gradually building momentum. It was like watching two ponies trying to become one, almost similar to watching snakes mate, but way more hot.

The two continued grunting and gyrating, both with a look of determination and fervor. Their pussies were squishing and sloshing, the dong nearly disappearing it was so deep inside both of them. Their speed was getting faster and faster, one little tick would send one or the other into orgasm.

The both bottomed slammed their sexes into each other, both girls throwing her head back and groaning as they came hard together. A fountain of crystal clear mare come erupted from where they were both connected. It flew everywhere. On the bed, on both girls, you even felt droplets on your face.

It was beautiful, two friends symbolically combining their lust and 'coming' together.

The liquid stopped flying, and both mares were panting and covered in sweat and cum. You took their gags off so that they could breath easier. You removed their blind folds, both looking to you with sparkling eyes. You petted both of them, Lyra swooning into your hand while Bon Bon looked tiered yet skeptical.

"Well well well, bitches. It looks like we have a tie. You two know what that means."

Once both of your slaves were untied, they looked at each other shyly. They had to sixty nine now, and you could see the excitement mixed with hesitation.

Bon Bon laid on her back as Lyra mounted her. Bon Bon's eyes widened as she looked at the plot she loved to think about on those dark nights. She lifted her head slightly, catching a whig of Lyra's sweet, musky bunny scent.

"I-I've never done anything like this before, Ly Ly. I'm sorry if I'm no good."

"It's ok…Bonnie. I'm so sensitive right now. Not to mention….I've never done anything like this…with a girl either."

The two fillies fidgeted as they settled into position. Lyra started things by giving Bon Bon a kiss on the place just above her pussy, causing a shiver to creep up Bonnie's body.

"Don't worry so much about how you're doing. What's important is thinking about your partner and how they feel. That's the basis of coming together as a herd," you explained to the girls. Though you said it like an expert, in truth you had no idea what you were saying. Sounded good though.

Lyra wiggled her ass, trying to entice Bon Bon. Enticements were not needed though, Bon Bon's mouth was watering just from the smell of Lyra's sweat and the view of her bountiful rear. 

Lyra threw you a pouty face that honestly had you briefly short of breath. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her lips were moist and glistening as she gently panted, and her mane hung slightly from the humidity in the room.

She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. The gaze of love and passion said it all.

You couldn't help but smile.

You and Lyra had always shared a connection that didn't need to be spoken. 

It wasn't that you had never believed in 'true love' before her, it was that you never believed that it would happen to you.

Funny, Lyra always did have a way of surprising you.

The minty unicorn dropped her rear gently down on her friends face while burying her own muzzle into her wet, steaming marehood. A muffled moan of ecstasy escaped both girls as their mouths opened and their tongues made contact with the others soft, pink centers. Bon Bon's tongue began feverishly wriggling and pushing its way inside of Lyra, who was taking her time gently licking and tasting Bonnie's outer folds.

Bon Bon was quickly being swept away by the unbelievably sweet taste her friend was leaking into her open mouth. The cream earth pony greedily drank down the clear liquid like it was ambrosia. Lyra found Bonnie's clit, using the flat of her tongue to swipe and coat the little bump in her saliva, while her opening leaked her candy flavored juices with a steady drip.

"MMMMMPH!" Bon Bon moaned with her tongue still snugly wedged inside Lyra. The notion that her tongue was inside the place that her friend's boyfriend had used numerous times did cross her, but she was too happy to care.

Lyra (who was well acquainted with having her marehood licked like a lolly pop) was more composed, allowing her to focus on pleasuring Bon Bon. Not to say that she wasn't enjoying the hard work that Bonnie was doing under her rump.

You watched the two girls writhing together, trying to ignore the nagging down south.

Bon Bon started thrusting her hips up to meet Lyra's tongue as she lashed and swabbed the earth pony's pussy. Lyra's brow furrowed as she felt Bon Bon find her G-spot. Bonnie noticed  the change in Lyra's demeanor, and started concentrating her efforts on the wavy place inside her.

Lyra responded to the attention by closing her lips, taking Bonnie's swollen clit and sucking it hard. She started to spray her cum on Bonnie's face, soaking her mane as it splattered on her. She pushed her rump down on Bonnie's face, gyrating her hips to force Bonnie to eat her deeper. Bon Bon held on tightly to Lyra's flanks as the unicorn maintained her hard sucking.

Bon Bon began to shake, and her grip got tighter. She screamed from under Lyra's butt as she squirted. Lyra held her tongue out, catching the liquid like Bonnie was a drinking fountain. Lyra quickly joined her friend. Her floodgates opened as a wave of her own liquid girl cum exploded from the place where Bonnie's tongue was still stuck.

The earth pony's mouth was quickly filled to the brim, and you could see that she was eager to swallow.

"Don't swallow it, Bon Bon," you ordered.

Bon Bon closed her lips, her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk transporting nuts. She looked at you with urgency, saying that she needed to swallow her mouthful soon.

"Do it, Bunny."

Lyra turned Bonnie's head toward her, opening her mouth and pressing her lips against Bon Bon's. Bonnie released her mouthful, swapping the cum.
It dripped from where they were connected as they held each other and kissed passionately.

Once they had finished drinking Lyra's nectar, the two oversexed pony girls continued holding each other as they turned their heads to look at you.

You smiled at your two slaves. The day was still young, and there was so much more fun to be had.

"M-master, we need more. Please help your pathetic fuck slaves," Lyra begged as Bon Bon licked girl cum off of her friend's cheek.

"Be right there, Bunny."

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After the vigorous bout of "bonding", Lyra found herself lashed down on top of a stool. All four of her legs were tied to a leg of the stool with her on top. Her mouth was gaged by a red ball gag, and you decided to insert the anal beads in her newly deflowered asshole. The string at the end of it was tied to the bace of her tail. That way, every pull and twitch would cause her to feel the beads move inside her.

But on to Bon Bon. You decided that she needed special treatment for her breaking in. You tied her forelegs behind her back and commanded her to get up on the tips of her back hooves. After tying a rope to the rope securing her forelegs and then securing that to a beam on the ceiling, she was ready. The earth pony mare was now hanging by her bound forelegs with her rear end completely exposed and vulnerable.

"W-what is all this?" She asked, trying not to sound critical.

"Well, Bonnie, since you're so proud, it wouldn't be wise if I just take your virginity. So, I'm going to have you give it to me."

You could see the confusion in her eyes, but she would understand soon. You pulled a chair up behind her and sat in it. You then inched it up under her so that your cock was pushing against her opening.

"What the-what are you doing!?"

"Playing the waiting game," you replied casually.

With her being on the tips of her hind hooves, it was only a matter of time before she lost strength in her back legs and dropped her pussy down. You looked down at her round creamy ass, feeling excited from the sight of her twitching and trying to move her plot away from your dick. It didn't take long though for lactic acid to start building in her leg muscles. Bon Bon wasn't as fit as Lyra. 

Her hooves began to lower, causing her wet pussy to sink down onto your dick. She began to whimper as she realized that there was now no escape. Lyra watched her friend slowly loose her virginity, her own marehood suddenly feeling moist. Her tail twitched, and she moaned into the gag as the beads in her rectum were pulled and moved inside. She was shocked, she did want you to accept Bon Bon, but the sight of you making her deflower herself was so….visceral. She wished so badly that she wasn't tied up so she could touch herself.

Bonnie released a long, low groan as she sank the last few inches and felt herself fill up completely with your hard cock. You squeezed one of her cheeks, which didn't even seem to register to the now ex-virgin mare.

Her insides twitched as she shifted around atop you.

"W-well, aren't you going to…f-fuck me!?"

"Don't worry about that just yet," you said to her. "We'll just stay like this till you're used to it."

Bon Bon didn't seem to relax much, but neither did she complain. It appeared that she was even trying to get comfortable from her perch. 

After several minutes and more than a couple feminine sighs and squeals, it seemed that Bon Bon was used to the dick buried inside her. She even seemed eager to start the real matting. Her eyes looked over her shoulder with a glint in them that said that she was pissed at you, but at the same time wanted to feel good right now.

Your hands gripped her flanks as you started moving up and down. Bon Bon's pussy was already drooling on your dick as it slid in to the back of her tight passage. Her cream colored buns were dotted with sweat, and they seemed to jiggle as she quivered and moaned. Lyra did yoga, so her hind end was more firm, but still with a pleasant amount of jiggle that you greatly enjoyed seeing when she was going up the stairs. Bonnie spent her days making and testing candy, so it stood to reason that her rump was a bit plumper, not that you minded that at all.

Those buttery cheeks were now jiggling like pudding as she tried to match your thrusts.

"Looks like you're not so against this now, huh Bonnie?" You asked, trying not to sound like this wasn't driving you crazy.

"S-shut up! I just….want to get this over with!"

"Whatever you say," you replied, thrusting harder up into her gushing depths as she squealed so sweetly it nearly pushed you over the edge.

Her juicy ass was shaking and giggling like crazy in sync with her moans and cries. Lyra's ass was clenching hard on the balls in her ass and her teeth bit hard on the gag in her mouth. Her whole body felt hot as she drank in the carnal sight of her lover's hard plowing of her best friend. She was now using her tail to yank on the beads in her ass, trying to pull them out despite her anuses refusal to relinquish the orbs.

"P-please! Not so….not so fast!" Bon Bon begged with a mix of pain and ecstasy, glancing over her shoulder at you with the most adorable teary eyed expression.

"First it's fast, then you want slow. You're being such a fickle little girl, Bon Bon."

She cried out loud, as if you calling her a "little girl" had struck a cord of arousal with her. A possibility that could open a lot of doors at a later time. You yourself felt your cum rising in your shaft, begging for you to let it fly inside of her soft, creamy little pussy.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum…..MASTER!" She screamed as her insides clenched down on your manhood and her pussy squirted her hot liquids all over your nethers.

Your hands griped hard to her creamy cheeks as you groaned and spilled your cum into her tight vagina. Lyra had her own orgasm, leaking her girl cum all over the stool she was perched on.

Your new slave slumped in a mass of sweat and heavy breathing. You eased your softening cock from her still clinging insides. You stood and moved to Bonnie's face, waving yourself in front of her.

Bon Bon wearily looked  up at you, once again with her sassy, defiant glare.

"What? What do you want from me now?"

"Clean your filth from my cock," you ordered.

She turned her nose up, but soon opened her mouth and took the very tip between her lips. She closed her eyes and sucked gently, drawing out the last drops of cum from your urethra. She pulled her head off and swallowed the little bit she had sucked out. You untied Bonnie from her confines. She collapsed, but you caught her before she hit the floor. For the briefest of moments, you thought that you saw a little blush on her face. The kind that you had seen on Lyra a hundred times in the past.

You and your mares all collapsed on the bed, though it was a bit of a tight fit. Lyra took the spot under your arm and on your chest, while Bonnie reluctantly curled up under your other arm like a warm little kitten. Sleep came easy, even though the events that were going on buzzed inside your noodle.

You awoke from a dreamless sleep to find that it was the middle of the night, evident by the glow of the moon out the window. The place under your left arm was warm from the earth pony that slept soundly there, but the right side felt oddly chilly. After inspecting, you saw that your bunny was not in her spot.

You carefully got up as to not disturb Bonnie, covering her with a blanket before leaving to find Lyra. The stairs squeaked gently as you slowly descended them, spotting your mint green girlfriend sitting before the window in the living room, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

"Lyra, whatcha doing up?" You asked kneeling beside her.

She looked over at you with a little smile.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, I was just thinking about old times."

"What old times?" You asked.

The little pony giggled as she looked back up at the glowing orb.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" She asked.

You put your arm around her.

"There isn't a force in this world or mine that will ever make me forget."

She giggled again.

"We looked up at a moon just like this one, in this very room," she added.

"Yeah, I was so nervous I was sure that you could smell me sweating," you reminisced.

"Oh, I could, but it didn't bother me at all. I myself was worried that you could smell me."

You raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean "smell me"?" You asked the unicorn, who was looking like she had said something she didn't mean to.

"N-nothing, sweetie! I didn't mean-"

"Did my little honey bunny get in season around the time that I showed up?"

Even in the dim light it was easy to see the blush forming on her cheeks as she looked down with a shy smile.

"Well….can you blame me?"

You pulled her into your chest and hugged her tightly, your hand stroking the back of her head.

"I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you…Lyra," you confessed, feeling your love for her well up.

Lyra returned the hug just as tightly, nuzzling under your chin.

"Neither do I," she added.

You both pulled back a bit. You gazed into her golden eyes as they shined in the moonlight, placing your hand on the side of her face.

"Lyra, you aren't worried are you?"

"About what, sweetie?"

"You know, about Bon Bon and me."

Lyra snuggled into your hand slightly.

"Maybe I'm a little worried. I mean you two work so well together. Just…tell me I'm still your number one…you can lie if you want."

You pulled her in close, kissing her firmly. She squeaked in surprise, but soon melted into it. You two continued the passionate embrace for another minute. When you pulled away, you once again looked deeply into her eyes, which were looking back at you dreamily.

"You will always be my number one….and I don't need to lie."

Lyra cuddled up to you like the warm little bunny she was. At that moment, you weren't worried about the portal, or Bon Bon or anything. All that mattered then was that you had the girl of your dreams in your arms on a perfect night.

Who could ask for more?