Waking up in Equestria

Overhead, a warehouse light flashed into existence, casting its' light downwards. Below the light, a lone figure sat bound to a wooden chair. The light gently swayed overhead, dragging the light with each sway. Light hoofsteps were heard in the surrounding darkeness.

"Wake up sweetie..." cooed a feminine voice.

The figure simply sat there, unmoving.

A growl was heard. "I said, WAKE UP!" yelled the voice. A shimmer of gold appeared in the darkness suddenly, smacking the figure in the back of the head.

"WHA-WHO?!" yelled Harry as he raised his head and frantically looked around. "Where am I!?"

A small giggle was heard from the darkness, followed by hoofsteps. From the shadows, Lyra appeared, allowing her face to enter the light. "Don't worry...we're together now..." she cooed, her eye twitching a bit. Harry jumped back a bit in his chair.

"L-Lyra?" he asked. Lyra gasped happily and immediately launched herself into his lap, cupping his cheeks with her hooves.

"And I didn't even have to introduce myself!" she said happily as she placed a kiss on Harry's lips.

Then another.

Then another.

Soon, she was actually licking his cheek, tasting him. "Mmm...you taste even better in reality..." she said with a visible shiver up her spine.

Okay, this situation has gone from DEFCON 4, to DEFCON Get-Me-The-Hell-Out-Of-Here for Harry. Trying to get away from the crazed mare on his lap, Harry bumped her from his lap, only to have her grab onto his arm and begin giggling.

"Yay! Horsey horsey! Giddy-up!" Lyra cheered happily, like a small child.

"Just what in the hell is wrong with you woman!? I've met crazy bitches before, but you top the list!" Harry proclaimed as he stretched his head away from Lyra as she tried to get another taste of him. "And how did I even get...here...?" he asked, grunting as he scrunched his face in pain. "And what's with the headache?"

Lyra gave a small laugh and stepped off Harry, circling around him. "It all started at five-thirty..."

~Two hours prior~

Outside the main house of the Apple family, Lyra sat in a tree, using binoculars to scope out the area. A crazed smile was on her lips as she scanned the house, looking through each and every window.

"Come on big boy...where are ya'...?" she mumbled. After a bit more scanning, her gaze landed on Harry. She watched him laugh at some random joke or story, eating with the Apple family and the Elements. She bit her lip as she watched his hands work his food into his mouth. She watched as he moved his jaw to chew the food, to talk, to laugh. "Oh, the things your mouth could be doing..." she said in a small moan.

Reaching into her saddlebags, Lyra produced a black ski mask and placed it on. Reaching into the saddlebags once more, she produced three, marble sized objects.

"These smoke bombs should do the trick..." she muttered placing on some night vision goggles. Grabbing the branch she was sitting on, Lyra synched along it to reach the houses' roof. Stepping lightly across the roof, Lyra swooped into the second floor through and open window, landing in Apple Blooms' room. Reaching the door way, Lyra peeked around the corner, looking down the hall. Seeing the coast was clear, Lyra began her quiet trek down the hall.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Big Mac stepped out. His left ear twitched at an odd sound from down the hall. He looked to see...

Nothing.

Shrugging, the silent stallion walked down the stairs to join the others. Above, on the ceiling, Lyra had splayed her legs to each side of the wall to keep herself up.

"Whew...that was a close one..." she muttered as she quietly dropped to the floor and continued her walk. Reaching the staircase, she poked her head out slightly, eyeing the layout of the first floor. Seeing that the dining room was immediately before her, Lyra snickered as she saw her prey.

Lightly tossing the smoke bombs, Lyra clutched them, and threw them as hard as she could to the dining room floor. The objects exploded into a flurry of grey smoke, causing several of the ponies to cry out in surprise. Taking this chance, Lyra sprinted down the stairs, lunged for Harry, and tackled him out of the window that was behind him. As the two landed, Harry coughed and blinked, looking up at his attacker.

"Who are-" he began, but was cut off when Lyra placed a piece of chloroform soaked cloth to his mouth and snout. Harry's eyes fluttered closed, and Lyra removed the cloth. Looking back at the clearing smoke, Lyra could see that some ponies had stood up and began looking around. Heaving Harry up with her magic, Lyra sprinted away from the scene, a crazed smile of triumph on her lips.

~Present Time~

"You are fuckin' insane, you know that?" Harry asked with a snarl.

Lyra laughed loudly at this, wiping a tear from her eye.

"I'll take it as a compliment. It wouldn't be the first time I was called insane..." Lyra cooed as she stopped her circling, eyeing his hand. Her tongue whipped out and she licked her lips, her eyes glimmering with want. "Mmm..." she moaned lightly. Harry raised an eyebrow and followed her gaze.

"Why are you looking at my hand?" he asked. Lyra looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, lust flooding her eyes.

"Scratch me..." she mumbled. Harry's eye twitched at this request, and his fist curled into a fist immediately.

"I'd much rather feed you a knuckle sandwich and get out of here." He retorted. Lyra clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way..." she said, walking over to a nearby medical tray that she pulled over with her magic. Levitating a small syringe, Lyra approached Harry and mounted him, placing her hooves on his shoulders. "Hold still..." she cooed.

"What is that stuff?" Harry asked.

"Muscle relaxant..." she said, lining the needle tip with Harry's neck. "And some testosterone..." she added. "I want some fun tonight..."

Struggling to get away from the needle, Harry tried closing the gap between his shoulder and neck, but it was too late. The needle had slipped into his skin, injecting the cocktail of drugs. Harry's eyes slightly fluttered as the drugs immediately took hold of him, and he visibly relaxed.

"There, that wasn't so bad, now was it...?" Lyra asked. Harry shook his head, muttering something about breaking her neck. Lyra giggled as she demounted him and nuzzled his relaxed hand. Managing to hook one of his fingers behind her ear, Lyra began bobbing her head under his finger tip. "Oooooo....that's the spot..." Lyra gasped as she made Harry her personal ear scratcher. Her lower lip had began to bleed a bit as she bit it, trying to suppress the moans wanting to escape her throat. A blush began to form on her minty green cheeks.

Suddenly, she whipped her head around and licked Harry's finger, taking it into her mouth and drawing it out. A pop was heard when the appendage left her mouth.

"Mmmm...soooo gooood..." she said with a violent shudder.

Her eyes lazily looked to the area between Harry's thighs.

"Now I want a true treat..." she growled, shifting positions and placing herself between Harry's thighs.

"Lyra...s-stop..." Harry muttered. She simply shook her head.

"Can't do that...pet." she said as her magic flared up, grabbing onto Harry's button and zipper.

With a rageful bellow, Harry sprung forward and smashed his forehead into Lyra's, knocking the crazed and lustful mare away from his family jewels. Standing at a funny angle, due to the chair still strapped to him, Harry shot daggers at Lyra as he glared at her, and angry snarl on his lips.

"Stop!" Lyra yelled, charging him. Harry spun around and smacked Lyra with the chair legs, batting her away again. Lyra screamed as pain shot through her side. Slamming the chair a couple of times on the concrete, the chair chattered and Harry stood fully, flaring his metal wings in intimidation. Lyra gasped and stood up, screaming as she charged him once more.

Harry grabbed Lyra by the throat and hoisted her up. He squeezed her throat, making her golden eyes bulge a bit.

"I. Am. Not. YOUR PET." Harry yelled. Lyra's eyes rolled to look at him as her cheeks began to turn blue.

"Y-you don't un-understa-and..." she choked out, her horn beginning to glow. Suddenly, a flash of white enveloped the two suddenly, along with the sounds of yelling voices.

"FREEZE!" yelled the cop. Harry looked at the unicorn cop, who was using his magic to levitate a billy club nearby. "Drop her!" he ordered. Immediately, Harry dropped Lyra, who crumpled to the ground, barely breathing.

"Officer, I can explain!" Harry said.

"Tell it to the judge!" the officer replied.

"If I can just-" Harry began, but he was suddenly glomped by six streaks of color that all yelled "HARRY!" together. "What the-? Twilight?!" The mare in question nodded happily and nuzzled his happily as she helped the others stand him up once again. "How did you girls find me?" Harry asked.

"I believe it was me who told them." said Bon Bon as she approached the group. "I found out what Lyra was planning. I rushed to Sweet Apple Arches to try and warn you, but by the time I got there, Lyra had snagged you and ran off." she said with a small, sheepish smile. "She had been planning for days. When she got you, she brought you here, to the warehouses in South Ponyville." Bon Bon continued. She casted a sad look to the defeated mare on the floor. "I just wish I got there sooner."

Applejack approached the cream colored mare and placed a reassuring hoof on her shoulder.

"Ya' don' good sugarcube. No need ta' be sad." said the farmer. Bon Bon smiled a bit at this and nodded. Meanwhile, the cops had sent in paramedics to retrieve Lyra. One of the medics, a pegasus, had placed a neck brace on her and secured it, helping to put her on the gurney they brought. After, the two medics rushed Lyra to the waiting ambulance outside and drove off.

Harry watched this happen, a small frown on his lips.

"Harry? Something the matter darling?" Rarity asked. Harry shook his head, placing a hand to his temple.

"I just have a bad headache, that's all." he replied with a small smile.

"Well, I'd imagine so, after all you've been through. Come now, we're getting you home." she said, gesturing for him to follow. Harry nodded and followed the group of mares home.

~At Golden Oak's Library~

Emerging from the bathroom, Harry appeared in a flourish of steam with a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet mane clung to his face as he placed his glasses on. Entering the guest bedroom, Harry yelped in surprise at what was on his bed.

Sitting there, with a shy smile on her face, Twilight looked at Harry. However, she wasn't in her pony form. Instead, she was a slender human girl, her body possessing small curves. Her bust was exposed, sizing in at a decent B-Cup. She wore a pair of small black glasses, much in the same style as Harry's, and she looked at him over them.

"Like what you see...?" she asked nervously, biting her lip in anticipation of his answer.

"How-when did- what!?" Harry stuttered.

"I took the notes on your people's anatomy and...well...experimented..." Twilight said rubbing her arm with a hand. "Kinda feels weird, to be in this form." she added.

"Well, I'd imagine so. But why exactly?" Harry asked.

"I found the syringe Lyra had used and analyzed the contents. After seeing that there was some testosterone included, I decided to...well...you know the rest." She said, blushing. "Figured you'd need some help expelling the cocktail..."

Harry chuckled and approached the bed, being careful to not let the towel fall, and sat down, wrapping an arm around Twilight. The girl 'eeped' cutely as Harry drew her close to him. "Twilight, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but in all honesty, stay with your pony form." He said, looking at her. "You're a lot more cuter." he said with a smile. Twilight smiled in return, and was enveloped in a white light. Immediately, the light vanished, and Twilight sat there in her regular, a-dork-able pony form.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that!" she said. "I don't know how your people saw that attractive! I was practically freezing my hooves off!" she said.

"Feet, Twilight. Humans have feet." Harry corrected. Twilight scoffed and gave him a small nudge.

"You know what I meant." she said, getting down from the bed and beginning to take her leave. "I'll see you in the morning. Get plenty of rest, okay? You need it." she said.

"Twilight, wait. Could you..." Harry began. Twilight turned and looked at him, and eyebrow raised.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Stay...the night with me...I don't exactly feel safe alone right now..." Harry muttered. Twilight looked at him, then gave a warm smile.

"Get dressed first, then yes, I'll stay with you." she said. Harry nodded, gestured for her to turn around, changed out of the towel into his boxers, then laid down on the bed and got under the sheets.

"Alright, all good." he said. Twilight turned back around and trotted over to him happily. She hopped onto the bed, got under the sheets with Harry, and faced him.

"Night." she mumbled, letting sleep take her immediately.

"Night..." Harry responded, closing his eyes, following Twilight into the Sandman's embrace.

*     *     *

Blood.

Tears.

Pain.

Lightning flashed over head. The once blue skies were now a blood red. Adding to the skies, the moon had eclipsed the sun.

In the ruins of Town Hall, a lone figure stood, sharp wings flared out menacingly. As the lightning flashed, the figure slowly turned its' head, the lightning revealing a twisted skull with a black abyss for an eye. In the center of this abyss, a shattered red splotch sat in place of an iris.

The figures' shoulder began to shake in laughter, and in a flurry of metal, the figure spun and lunged, revealing the other half of its' face.

It belonged to Harry, his normal iris shrunk down and frozen in terror, along with the rest of his face, forever silently screaming.

"The time to feed is soon. Soon it will be time to play a game, a most dangerous game is awaiting to be played."

*     *     *

Harry bolted upright, his eyes wide with fright as sweat poured down his face. A small sound was heard, and Harry jerked to see that it was just Twilight, slowly waking up.

"Harry...? Are you alright...?" she asked tiredly.

"I-I'm fine...just go back to sleep..." he told her softly, giving her head a small rub. Twilight mumbled and her head flopped back into the pillow as she resumed her sleep. Staring out the window and up at Luna's moon, Harry sighed.

"Luna...I hope you saw that..."

"Because I have no idea what that was about..."