First Encounter
The young unicorn was idly sucking at the end of a quill as she stared at the piece of paper levitating in front of her nose. A tinge of cyan magic surrounded the quill and paper, and the unicorns hooves were calmly crossed in front of her. Her name was Lyra Heartstrings. Green from head to hoof, green of mane, and amber of eye, she was a rather attractive unicorn. A single streak of white lay on either side of her mane, and curled down the centre of the tail. Completing her look was a golden harp on her flank, her instrument of choice.
Lyra was in a relationship with BonBon, an earth pony who was currently sleeping upstairs. The light of a solitary candle was the only light in the room as Lyra observed her picture.
It was a human. At least, that’s what she called them. They were funny creatures, walking on two legs instead of four. She had created the concept for them herself; or more accurately, she had awoken with them fully in mind one night after some very vivid nightmares.
They were strange creatures. They could speak, like ponies did, and they came in different colours, but that was all. There were no wings, and no horns. They had no magic. And clothes. They loved clothes. They were always wearing them. They had very flat faces, with tiny, tiny muzzles poking a tiny amount out from their face, really just the nose the only thing showing. Very wide mouth, and hair. And eyes that were far too small when compared to a pony. They didn’t even have tails. And no fur! The only fur they had was on their head.
Lyra had no idea why she had created such a bizarre creature, but they were fully conceptualised when she awoke. And she drew many, many pictures of them. They were plain, uninteresting, but they had one redeeming quality in her mind.
Hands.
Fingers.
The unicorn had no idea why she was so attracted to the idea of hands and fingers. But they were magical. She could see how they would work! Standing on two legs, the humans would have their hands free for carrying things. They wouldn’t even have to put things in their mouths! They would be able to carry up to two objects and still talk!
And maybe even music! Lyra played the harp every day, for as long as she could. She could magically pluck the strings, but watching, in her imagination, those spindly objects oh-so-delicately working a harp, plucking at the strings one after the other in a delicate, intricate dance of complexity. Even just imagining it was amazing to her!
The young unicorn sighed faintly as she added a line to her drawing, and then set aside the quill and paper for the day, laying her head on her hooves to nap. It was late, and it was time to sleep. No creature was stirring, and she was tired.
Outside her window, a pair of green eyes narrowed in the darkness, and their owner smiled.
~ ~ ~
Something awoke Lyra a few minutes later. There was no sound to nudge her from her nap; but suddenly, she was wide-awake. Her eyes blinked open in time to catch a fading green glow from somewhere nearby, and she was suddenly filled with the knowledge that someone was in the room with her. She didn’t know how she knew. She just knew.
“B-Bonbon?” she called uncertainly, lifting her head from her hooves and peeking over the edge of the couch, willing her eyes to permeate the shadows of the room.
No answer was forthcoming from the darkness, and the young unicorn shifted slightly, as though to climb down off the couch.
Lyra yelped as she felt a touch against her neck, and spun around on the couch, staring with wide eyes as she caught sight of a dark shape. She almost screamed, but a finger gently touched at her lips, silencing her.
A finger.
The unicorn stared, stunned. It was a human. A human in her living room.
It was taller than her. Much, much taller. About a third again as tall. If it were to get down on all fours, it would be the same height as her, really. But looking it over, she realised that it was never intended to travel like that. It’s legs were huge. They were kind of thin at the bottom, and terminated in a flat kind of paddle shape. But they thickened up higher, becoming quite large where they joined the hips. And the joint! It was backwards. The humans legs bent forwards instead of backwards. It was bizarre! And yet it was just like she had imagined!
Up from the hips, it was kind of round, barrel-shaped, almost, except squashed across the middle like someone had stepped on its chest too hard. It’s forelimbs; Arms, as she had decided to call them, were much thinner than the legs, definitely not meant to support weight. And they ended in hands. With fingers!
And then there was its head. It was so very, very strange. All flat and with a tiny little point in the centre, a wide mouth, and two eyes that were far too small for its head. And the iris’s themselves were a vivid, vibrant green. A brown mane reached the top of the humans arms. And it had no fur!
Lyra could only stare, flabberghasted.
“But...what...I...you...” she stuttered, shaking her head for a moment and biting her tongue rather harshly to try and job herself from the dream. She squeaked faintly as she felt very real pain, and then stared at the human again.
The human just shook its head, and then smiled at her, revealing a row of neat, orderly white teeth. Kind of like her own teeth, really. But the ones at the side were pointed. Lyra knew that animals only needed pointed teeth if they wanted to eat meat. The human wasn’t going to eat her, was it?!
Whimpering faintly, she backpedaled to the end of the couch, stammering a rebuke at the human. “W-what are you d-doing here? I-I know magic!”
The human just smiled at her again, lifting its hand to reach out for her.
Lyra whimpered faintly, but allowed that strange, spindly object to brush against the side of her face, flinching just a little as it touched her fur. After stroking delicately against her cheek, it brushed a lock of her mane out of her face, and then just laid flat against her cheek, supporting the weight of her head gently.
It was very strange, and oh-so-dextrous. Even the flat expanse between the last joint and the start of the fingers was a little flexible, able to cup and hold her jawline oh-so-well.
“W-what do you w-want?” she stammered to the human, her ears splaying backwards, still trying to come to terms with the fact that there was a human in her living room!
“You,” the human stated rather bluntly, eyes narrowing on her as the other hand came up to clasp the other side of her jaw, forcing her to stare at the human.
Lyra gulped at the humans’ words, but was unable to help the shiver that travelled down her spine. Her breathing increased, and she became aware of her heart beating faster and harder. She squeaked slightly as she asked, “M-me?”
The human nodded, and leaned in to gently nuzzle his flat face against her muzzle in the showing of affection that ponies the world over used.
The unicorn shuddered faintly, looking left, and then right, and then tentatively beginning to return the gesture, nuzzling against the human in response, feeling her face growing hot.
“B-Bonbon is upstairs,” she whispered, pulling back to stare at the human for a long moment.
“She won’t disturb us,” the human promised in a like whisper, grinning from ear to ear at her as one of his hands gently slid down her neck, fingertips dancing soothingly against her flesh.
Lyra quivered at the sensation of the fingers against her, so dexterous and alien to what a hoof could do.
“B-but...” the unicorn began to protest anew, but found herself silenced by that finger again.
The humans hand slipped down to her shoulder, and began to rub and knead slowly at the muscles there, and the unicorn gave a startled gasp and then a stifled moan.
What was that? Its fingers were rubbing against her in a smooth, rhythmic motion, and it was heavenly. Unconsciously, Lyra began to relax into the rubbing, kneading motion, giving a low little groan as the fingers worked so well into her muscles, at five separate points!
Lyra’s eyes opened after a few moments, and she glanced downwards, her eyes widening slightly as she saw, with certainty, that the human was a male!
Her breathing began to speed up slightly as she tried to fathom on the implications of this fact. The human obviously liked her, and his fingers were question further and further down her form. She definitely liked males, even though she was basically married to Bonbon. And ohhhh, what would Bonbon think of this? Well, Bonbon knew that Lyra occasionally fantasized about humans. About what they could do with those lovely hands and flexible bodies. But this wasn’t a fantasy, was it?
A small voice in her mind accused; There’s a human in your living room, Lyra. If this isn’t a fantasy...what is?
Lyra stared up at the human for a long moment, and the human smiled down at her. She swallowed once, feeling his hands press down to her stomach. Shuddering, feeling her cheeks flushing, she tentatively splayed her hindlegs outwards, not exactly offering herself to the human, but rather preparing herself to allow him easy access should his questing hands find their way down there.
The human seemed to notice her shifting, and grinned at her in the darkness. The young unicorn suddenly felt self conscious, and could only lower her head a little bit as the human crawled up onto the couch with her.
She blinked down at his legs as he did so. He folded them so neatly underneath him and just used the joints of them to rest upon. It was an elegant way for him to move onto the couch without lessening his height or shifting his centre of balance at all. Lyra suddenly realised that if he knelt behind her like that...
Lyra gulped faintly as she stared at him, turning to face him properly as his hands found her, and he leaned in close to rub his cheek against her own, breathing into her ear, ”Relax, my lovely. Let me sooth you.”
The young unicorn shuddered at the words, reading them as a proposition, her cheeks flushing further as she stared up at the human. It was just a fantasy, right? There was no harm playing along with a simple fantasy. This was all just a dream.
And so, flushing deeply and lowering her head, Lyra nodded and gently pressed her nose in against the humans cheek.
The human smiled, and she shuddered as she felt his fingertips trickling down her form, right down to a point just above her tail, rubbing and kneading slowly. Reflexively, her back arched, and she gave the faintest of whimpers at the odd sensations.
The second hand press down her front, and the human leaned in closer to her. Lyra suddenly found herself encircled by one arm, while a hand pressed firmly down between her legs, grazing up against her slightly moist sex without warning.
Lyra sucked in a sharp breath of air, giving a little bit of a quiver and squirm, before managing to relax enough to lean against him, shuddering and giving a shaky exhalation.
The unicorn stiffened once more as she felt the fingers against her, rubbing gently back and forth. She stuffed a hoof against her muzzle to stifle the noises leaving it, flushing hard as she felt a single fingertip rubbing along the outer lips of her sex. It was so dextrous! Bonbon’s hoof could never achieve anything like this stimulation. Even her tongue was a little bit too wide to stimulate her quite like that!
It was lucky she had her hoof stuffed in her muzzle, she realised, her eyes widening as she felt the fingertip worming against her, and then suddenly the slim digit was sinking into her, spreading her open around it and pressing inside, touching at area’s that she had only been able to reach with a paintbrush that one adventurous time with Bonbon.
A helpless, high-pitched squeal left the young unicorn as she felt the fingertip begin to move, wiggling and pressing back and forth while still inside her! It was a completely alien sensation, but utterly exotic and exciting. She could feel her heart racing, and her slick moistness starting to drool from inside her body.
Shuddering, she gently spread her legs further for the human, and rolled slightly onto her back, splaying her hindlegs out lewdly in obvious invitation, her cheeks flushing as she stared at him.
The human seemed to grin at her, and then leaned forwards, to blow a cool stream, of air over the now-inflamed lips of her sex, making the young unicorn quiver and shudder, her hinglegs flexing and kicking slightly.
Grinning, he leaned in closer, and gently kissed her clit, while pressing that slim digit a little bit deeper inside her, beginning to slowly working it in and out of her body.
Lyra arched so hard her back lifted from the couch, and she stuffed both hooves against her muzzle to try and keep from crying out at the completely alien, intoxicating sensations. Her insides cinched down the intrusion, squeezing at it reflexively as the young unicorn shuddered and pushed back against the motions in reflex, her eyes clenched closed and hindlegs quivering.
The human began to work his finger into her all the more firmly, and she shuddered in delight, biting her bottom lip and writhing, clenching her teeth and almost drawing blood as she felt that feather-light kiss to her clit again, her insides spasming and beginning to convulse as she felt an orgasm already overtaking her form.
Her legs kicked harder, and she wrapped them around the humans head in reflexive delight, voicing a cry of delight that she quickly silenced with her hoof as the muscles in her stomach tensed and rippled. She bit down on her hoof as she quivered and arched, an almost violent orgasm wracking her form. Electric sensations of delight cascaded throughout her form, and she whimpered as she felt that slim finger working into her, prolonging her peak.
With a low groan, the young unicorn splayed herself out on the couch, closing her eyes and panting, trying to catch her breath.
~ ~ ~
“You sleep in the oddest positions.”
Lyra was jolted awake by Bonbon’s voice. The unicorn lifted her head and blinked down at her splayed position, on her back, with her legs akimbo. A piece of paper was resting on her chest, where she had apparently fallen asleep mid-drawing.
“Uhwha?” Lyra mumbled, blinking and rubbing her head with a hoof, peering over at her partner. “I had the strangest dream...”
“Fantasizing about humans again, huh?” Bonbon asked with a knowing smile, shaking her head. “You really shouldn’t draw so late. It’s no wonder you dream about those funny things.”
“But this...was so real...” Lyra protested quietly, frowning and picking up the piece of paper.
Lyra stared at the drawing for a long, long moment. Had a human really visited her last night? It had been so vivid. But a little voice in the back of her mind reminded her: Humans weren’t real. They were something she had fabricated. And unless something could pluck the fantasy of humans from her mind, then they couldn’t possibly exist.
Shaking her head, the young unicorn set aside the piece of paper and then rolled over onto her hooves to start the day, trying to push the thought of the previous night out of her mind.