Your Little Lyra

You wake up after your long night’s rest, the light shining in on you through the window. You turn your head and open your blurred, sleepy eyes. You spot Lyra's colors, and smile as you roll in to her and hug the warm pony in your arms. She smelled so very nice, but... There was something a bit extra to her scent. You lift your head and rub the tired out of your eyes, glancing down at what you were hugging. It was Lyra's flank. Your eyes follow up her body... And then you figure out why the spot between your legs was so warm. You slowly pry away the covers, revealing the pony. Her muzzle was tucked between your legs, the end of her nose resting under your balls. You lift one of her back legs, glancing at her wet marehood. "Lyra..." You mutter to yourself in half surprise. You try not to move too much as you lean over and very lightly brush at her ear "How'd you sleep, girl?" You ask gently, trying not to laugh.

She shuffles her hooves a little bit, groaning softly before her eyes slowly open. They spot you and she gently smiles, then realizes where she is. Her eyes suddenly open wide and she lifts her head out of your crotch, bringing a trail of spit with her. She stares at you and wriggles around to sit face to face with you, grinning stiffly and nervously. "I-I slept great~" she finally replies, wiping off her mouth and face with a forehoof.
You smile gladly back to her, reaching out a hand and helping her with her face and mane. "Good, I know I did." You say, scratching under her jaw to help the embarrassed pony relax.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed, let out a long stretch and a yawn. You slide on some underwear, then slide off the bed and start off to the kitchen, glancing to her. "How about chocolate chip waffles for breakfast, hm?" You ask. You have to pause to observe her as she first looks to you to make sure you're watching, then proceeds to do exactly as you did. She yawns, stretches, steals a pair of your undies and puts them on, which takes a while but you watch anyway, then hops off the bed and after you "Sure~" she replies casually.

You chuckle, scoop up the pony up into your arms and cradle her, scratching her back as you walk to the kitchen. You sigh, then smile at her as she does the same. You pluck at her white underwear "They're a little big on you." You whisper to her, setting her on top of the island's counter as you start to get the ingredients. You grab the waffle mix, some chocolate chips, and the waffle maker. You put them on the counter next to Lyra and get a mixing bowl. You pour in the batter, then some chocolate chips.
Lyra, meanwhile, was using the sink next to her to admire herself in her- well, your underwear. You politely whistle to her, catching her attention, then point to the bowl. "Want to help me mix this?" You ask, gesturing her over.
She shuffles her way over and nods, standing over the bowl, opposite to you. She hesitates, then swaps the spot between the bowl and herself, so that her back is against your chest. The both of you press and mix at the batter and chocolate chips, mixing them very thoroughly. You had your head resting on her shoulder, your faces next to each other. You couldn’t see her face, but you could tell she was smiling just as much as you were. It was a quiet moment, yet a very warm one.
Fingers and hooves together make a good combo for mixing things. “Think that’s enough mixing?” you ask her gently.
She nods, then points at your batter covered hand with her hoof. “Can I, uh... clean that off?” she asks, already gripping your arm with her batter covered forehooves, making the whole arm dirty. You kiss her forehead “Of course, thank you.” you say, using the sink to wash off your other hand.

Lyra grabs your hand firmly in her forehooves, positioning her whole body to keep it in place. Her nose wriggles and she licks her lips, her eyes wide and excited as she stares at the battery fingers. She closes her eyes and licks up from the base of your pinkie finger, scooping in the mix. She licks along each side of it, even getting on the inside of the finger. Her tongue very firmly presses itself against your palm now, then she scoops up the bits form the center before kissing the hand and licking around the side. She moans softly into your hand, then sits up and turns to your thumb. She wraps her lips around it and sucks on it tenderly, her tail perking up behind her head. She brings the hand down, then takes the remaining three fingers in to her mouth, happily nibbling on them and sliding her tongue all around them. She murrs again, her tail reverting to wagging as she glances up to you, holding the fingers tight in her mouth. You smile back and wiggle your fingers around a little, playing with her tongue. She keeps a tight grip on the for a few minutes, then you use your clean hand to scratch her back “Lyra, I’m kinda hungry, can we resume this later?” you ask patiently, despite enjoying the feeling of her mouth around your fingers. She whimpers through the fingers, holds them for a few moments longer, then finally lets go. She licks her lips as you rinse off your fingers. You slowly lay her body down on her tummy and grab her forehooves, stick them in to the sink’s water and rinse those off. You grin as you grab the towel and furiously push and whip the towel around her forehooves, forcing Lyra to burst out in giggles as you target her ticklish spots. Once her hooves are dried off you guide her back over to the batter and start the waffle maker, make some delicious waffles, and both of you bring your treats to the couch and eat up with some TV on in the background.

You finish your food faster than she does, and you give her neck scratchies as she finishes up. “Lyra, I’m thinking we should head out today.” You lovingly run your fingers through her soft, long, somewhat messy mane “How does a manecut sound?” you ask as she finishes up. She glances up to her mane and thinks it over before grinning to you with a definite nod, her tail thumping against the couch. You gulp, pause for a second, then look her in the eyes and very slowly ask “So... what if you went with no collar, just for today?” You ask very hesitantly, watching her worriedly.
Her grin slowly fades into a confused and slightly upset expression, and she uses her forehooves to crawl towards you, her ears worriedly pinned back against her head and her eyes wide with worry “Wh-why?” she asks squeakily, slowly sitting up next to you.
You pull your hand away from her and try your best to explain “It’s just that, well, I always feel like I’m being judged.” You admit quietly, slowly bringing your hands to your lap. “It’s fun and cute and all, but I’m always worried to tell my friends about it, let alone take you out with me to places where people may not understand.” You continue, fidgeting a bit. You want her to be happy, but the game can only last so long.
Lyra takes a few long, slow, hard hitting breaths as her head hangs, then she lifts her head up enough so that just her eyes could be seen “But... you’ve always said you liked it..” she softly rebutes, her tail nervously curling around her back.
You pick up one of her forehooves in to both of your hands, holding it gently between the two of you “And, Lyra, I do, I really do, it’s just that other people may not, and it’s sometimes really hard to have to be so hidden all the time. I want to do things with you, I want to have fun with you and take you places, I want you to be happy. Sometimes compromises have to be made, and this one isn’t that bad, is it?” You ask hopefully, your head tilted and eyes looking in to hers.
Lyra uses her free hoof to hold on to her collar, which you had given to her not long after you met her and found out a few kinks about her. It’s only been off long enough for a thorough shower or two. It’s black, fairly tight, probably needs a bit of a wash, and has a little dog tag hanging from it with her name engraved on it. She clutches the tag and holds it against her, taking in a sharp breath before narrowing her eyes up at you, darting around and trying to think of a rebuttal “Wh-what’s suddenly changed, huh!?” she yelps out, tears forming in her eyes as she glares at you, holding her collar ever tighter. She looks down at her hoof in your hands, then yanks it out before suddenly turning away, scampering off the couch as quickly as she could, and galloping down the hallway.
You sit in stunned silence for a moment, staring at where Lyra just was and hardly moving. You feel your heart rate increasing as well, then you stand up and stomp your way over to where she was, fists clenched. You start down the hallway and look in to your room, your head snapping to the now occupied kennel.

Lyra was in there with your pillow, a large blanket, and the door shut on it. She was hiding the front half of her body under the pillow, her back half shaking as it sticks out of it. She was sobbing into the pillow and holding it against her face, her back legs kicking as she tries her best to contain the stress.
You watch for a second, at first you were upset, but quickly you saw that now wasn’t the time for that. “Lyra...” you call out quietly as she kicks a hoof against the back of the cage, making the whole thing shake. You move to the cage and sit down next to it, loudly clearing your throat before tapping it’s side and calling out, quite loudly but still keeping your composure “Lyra!”
She stops moving and sobbing, and you can spot a few bruises her her back legs from her tantrum. She’s gasping for breath through the pillow, and from your presence she slowly slumps over to her side, facing her back to you and laying on your pillow, covering her head with the blanket. You wait for a reply, but you don’t get one.

“Lyra, I didn’t mean to scare you like that..” you say, holding one hand against the cage. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” You say, gently shaking the cage and trying to catch her attention and calm her down.
It absolutely killed you to see your little Lyra like this. There’s a lot off about her, and that makes her more interesting, but that offness comes at such a price sometimes. All you want is for her to be comfortable, and what she finds comfortable will not always line up with the world around her. Maybe that’s why she wants such a small world around her so badly, even one without much of her own control. She’s so afraid of herself sometimes, she tries to lose who she is, even though you can see past that and the great pony hidden inside.

“Lyra.” You say sternly. You spot one of her ears perk under the blanket, then continue “I will not leave you, no matter what happens. I’m with you with everything you want to do, but I can’t keep you here forever, and I know there’s a much larger world out there we can explore together.” You crawl over to the front of the cage and gently unlock it, then scoot back “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” You set your hand on the end of her back leg and pet it with a finger “Today’s going to be fun, I promise.”
A few moments pass and she lifts her head out of the blanket and looks at you with half-crying, red eyes and a slightly wet face “P-promise?” she asks. You nod with a reassuring smile, and she shyly smiles back and lifts herself from her little cave and walks over to you with an apologetic look on her face before flopping down and wrapping her forehooves around your waist and holding you tightly, hiding her still slightly sobbing face in your side. You bring a hand around her back and scratch it, allowing the time for both of you to calm down.

Lyra waits patiently by the front door as you grab a few last things, and when you return you shake her collar in front of her, then slide it into your pocket “I’ll keep it with me just in case, all right?” She nods back, and you lean down and rub up and down her neck a few times, kissing her nose “Your neck is insanely soft and wonderful to scratch, hon.”
She giggles softly and blushes, scratching it some herself “I feel naked.” she says, knowing how silly that sounds. You visibly try to hold in laughing at her, but you catch yourself and scratch her skull through her mane “You look sexy naked, don’t you worry.”
You open the door and walk out with her, helping her into the passenger side of the car and strapping her in, then you head to the other side of the car and climb in yourself. You take out your PonPod and plug it in to the sound system, and you hand it over to her. During the whole ride there a single song doesn't reach the end with Lyra being so damn indecisive. You pull up to park and turn off the car, then turn to Lyra “I’ll help you with social stuff.” You say, unbuckling her and lifting her over to your side, holding her in your arms and staring in to her nervous eyes. “Do you think you’re going to be alright?” You ask worriedly.
She gives a firm nod back up to you “I’ll be fine.” she says, chuckling “I guess this will be our first normal date since the first one, right?” she points out, her tail gently wagging. You nod back, and then you both lean in to kiss.

You start in to the mall, and you see just what you expected. Ponies and humans all around, all shopping, all equal. There were brands everywhere for both creatures, and jobs for both as well. You knew this kind of thing well, and Lyra did alright too, but when you felt her move her body to stand between your legs you knew she and you both had a bit of work to do. You step over and around her, forcing her to your side and walking with her, even though she was still leaning in to your leg. You had a plan, and you guide her to the mane salon.
The salon smelled like sticky, but high quality hair and mane products. Most of the staff consisted of happy mares, many with cutie marks resembling a pony’s mane or something similar. One, however, had a cutie mark that consisted of three little candies. She had a beige coat, bright blue eyes, and her mane, along with her tail, consisted of both pink and blue. She seemed to be just finishing somepony up, and when she does she walks over to you and Lyra, grinning “Hello!” she says happily, then looks to Lyra “I’m Bon-Bon, I’ll be cutting your mane today.” she explains, her large tail swaying merrily.