You're finally home after your long day of work.
You open the door, then pause, remembering something. You hold up your brief case over your face for protection, a wide, excited smile hidden. You can hear her already behind the door.
You slowly unlock it, then very quickly swing it open, using the brief case to block the pounce you feel against it. You throw it to the side, then jump at the creature now on the ground and... you glomp her, hugging her tight against you "Got you this time, Lyra, this time I remembered." You taunt.
She happily hugs you back "Yeah, Anon, but I've pounced you every day the past week!" She licks your cheek "You're always in a better, more active mood on Fridays, though. Welcome home."
You shrug at the comment, knowing you probably are in a better mood. You kiss your little Lyra on the muzzle, and you see her beaming back at you. You softly shake your head at her, then blink a few times "Lyra, you smell funny aga-" you look over, seeing your sweatshirt on a pillow against the floor. Part of it is a bit soggy.
You give Lyra a playful tap on the nose and she blushes, nuzzling your hand after "I get lonely waiting around all day, Anon." she says simply, still beaming ear to ear.
“Why can’t you just sleep all day like a dog?” You ask her, rolling your eyes and blushing a bit yourself. Eventually you stand up, taking Lyra by her collar and guiding her to the door outside. “Speaking of ‘like a dog’, go do your business, sweetie.”
Lyra grumbles like an angry teenager when you force her outside, but only fights back a little bit. She looks your way after you let her out, waiting for you to go off. You turn away for a second, then just go to a different window and watch her do her thing. She’s slow about it, but she eventually goes to an off-center spot in your yard, where she usually goes. It’s clear she’s been holding it in all day, and the look of relief on her face after she fought you slightly makes you smile. You snap a picture, then hide that away. You wait for her to knock on the back door to let her back in, then walk over.
You let in the little pony, then hold your hand up in front of her. She freezes up at the sight, and you squat down to her level and start to scritch the side of her belly, making her relax. “You know, it’s just kinda odd that you just left it there in the center of the room.” You frown, scritching harder “You’re very messy, Lyra, I figured you’d be a bit more clea-... tidy.” You correct yourself, knowing this pony really shouldn’t be described as ‘clean.’ You move to scratching under her chin, making one of her back hooves furiously thump against the ground repeatedly as her tongue hangs out and her ears fall back. You shake your head at the sight, smiling to yourself some more.
You suddenly stop your scratching, and she instantly starts loudly whimpering and pawing at your chest with her hoof, wanting more. “I-I’ll be more tidy, Anon!” she says pleadingly, going on to her back hooves and pawing at your chest with both of her forehooves. You groan and stand up, knowing she’s only saying that to keep your attention. You head off to the kitchen, and Lyra follows right beside you, or more against your leg, to be honest. You head to the fridge and scratch her head, looking over the food. “What looks good to you, Lyra?” you ask.
She nuzzles against the front of your thigh, grinning up at you and blushing “You, Anon.” You pause, then dismissively go back to looking to the fridge, despite the way she’s leaning her cheek against your crotch. You hesitate, glancing down again slowly.
Lyra has a hoof around one of your legs as she rubs her whole face against your groin obsessively. You bite your lip at the sight and feel of what’s happening, knowing very well that she has studied human anatomy enough to know what makes it tick. You feel your blood start to tick faster, and before you know it you slide off your jacket and set it on the counter. You close the fridge, then suddenly turn away, forcibly pulling Lyra along with you by her collar as you head to the couch. The sudden tug makes her giggle hornily, loving the feeling and resisting enough to really feel some pressure.
You give up on heading to the bedroom, and bring her up on the couch. You bring her up on to it, then quickly take off your belt, shoes, and, finally, your pants. Lyra has a big, goofy grin on her face as she watches your hands work their magic, and her smile only gets wider as your pants drop. You plop down on to the couch next to her, and force her on to her side, her head in your lap. “Go on.” You command, a bit more breathily than you intended. She glanced at your face, and seeing it so red only made her face more red. She nodded happily, nuzzling your rod through your undies, then kissing it some before biting down at the top of it and bringing it down, your member springing up and out and hitting the side of her head.
She smirks at you, moving herself a little bit and staring into your eyes. She nuzzles your pulsing rod affectionately for nearly a whole minute, then her tongue slowly slides it’s way out and begins to caress and fold around your rod, sliding up and down, but staying mostly against the bottom of it.
You groan in pleasure, grabbing her collar with one hand and using the other to hold the back over her head and scratch it for now, but you have plans with that hand for later. You wriggle a little bit, and glance over to her marehood to see that she’s already forgetting to be more tidy. You sigh in pleasure, looking back to her as she closes her eyes, moving her tongue and head more up and over your cock, then suddenly wrapping her lips around it and sucking at the tip, applying some light pressure and holding it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She starts just taking in the tip, and slowly begins bobbing her head up and down, each time going a bit lower. Your hand on her head made sure that stayed that way, even if you knew that’s exactly what she wanted.
Her head bobs deeper and deeper, taking in more and more of your cock in to her tight, warm, soft throat. Your hand on her collar slowly lets go and slides across her chest and belly, landing on her wet marehood. You teasingly slide your index finger across the outer lips, and Lyra’s whole body shudders in delight, her ears sliding back against her head and her face turning bright red. Her eyes flutter up to you, your dick deep in her throat, and she starts to bob faster, a pleading look in her eyes. You give a knowing nod and veeeeery slowly part her lips and slide the end of one finger inside. Her body fidgets a bit, then she suddenly bucks her hips forward, forcing more of your finger in. It hits a certain spot and a loud, but very muffled moan, escapes the mares throat, vibrating your cock and pushing you further. You bite your lip and slide yourself forward and more in to her, and slowly move your finger back and fourth in her warm marehood, and then slide in a second finger, moving them around in a criss cross motion, as if walking them inside of her. Her tail shivers and perks high up behind her, subtly wagging as she bobs her head back and then off of your rod to take in a sharp breath and moan, panting for a second and drooling a mix of spit and pre, then you narrow your eyes at her and she nods, exhaustedly going back to sliding her throat on to your cock, taking it in deep.
Your vision starts to get a little bit blurry as you feel yourself getting close, so you figure to bring Lyra up to speed. You stick in a third and fourth finger, and start to thrust them in and out of her fuck hole, using a lot of pressure and covering every spot, sliding in and out as you penetrate her. You weren’t quite fast enough, and you cry out as you blow your load deep down in to your mare’s throat. Your whole body quivers and your grips on her tighten as the powerful sense of pleasure flows through you. She moans as well at the feeling, holding back from gagging. She pauses for a second, then swallows all your cum, sucking you for a few more seconds to clean you off, then letting you slide out of her mouth. You gasp a bit, your body recovering from being at such a high, then you turn your efforts to thrusting your fingers in and out again at different speeds. You glance to her face, then double your speed, knowing you’ll throw her over the edge very soon. Seconds later, she crys out “Aaaanon~” and finishes on to your hand, coating it in her sweet, sweet fluids.
You and Lyra pant and bask in your little moments of afterglow. After a few seconds she lifts her forehooves over your shoulders and slowly pulls herself over your chest. She rests there for a moment, then gives you a long kiss on the lips, sticking her tongue in to your mouth. You indulge her and yourself and return the love... even though you can taste a bit of your seed. She wraps her hooves around your neck and moans in to it, then the kiss is broken and you stare in to each others eyes lovingly. “You came first, I win.” she whispers playfully, then bites the tip of your nose as her tail flicks at you. She rests her head on your chest, then slides the top of it in the area under your head and against your neck. The feeling over her soft mane and coat against your body was indescribably nice, and you can’t stop your hand from reaching up and gently pet the pony on your chest, giving long, firm strides along the side of her body with your fingertips. You dig in to her muscles and feel them unwind, and that brings a certain level of calm to you as well. You slowly turn flaced and your logical thought process returns. You think about the fact you’re going to have to clean up both of Lyra’s messes, but you don’t mind. You're fine with how things are right now, with this sweet pony in your arms, and you always feel very satisfied when you two play your games, even if today you lost in this one. “Love you, Lyra.” you whisper to her. After a moment she leans in to you a bit more, pushing her skull in to your neck as a sign of affection “Love you too, Anon.”
Both of you nearly fall asleep during that little moment, but Lyra’s sudden and rather deep-sounding snore wakes you with a start. You chuckle at her, and gently shake her awake. “C’mon, Lyra, lets get you cleaned up.” You say. She tiredly nods, clearly half awake and one fourth listening. You kiss her head, then slowly sit and and roll her over so that you can cradle her. You grunt as you stand up, holding the large pony in your arms. She blinks at you, giggling at being lifted, this doesn’t happen often. You playfully frown at her as you head to the bathroom “Lyra, I gotta stop sharing my human treats with you.” you say, readjusting her with another grunt “You’re heavy!”
She boops your nose, blushing as her tail wags. It’s clear she’s just been smiling up at you, not hearing a word you’re saying. Again. You just roll your eyes and manage to open the door. You gently plop your pony in to the bath and start the water. “Hey Anon, can we use the bubble bath this time?” she asks, her hooves over the edge of the tub as she gestures to the cabinet. You groan, but nod, and grab the soap for it. You set it on the edge of the tub, next to her.
“Just do about one lid full, okay?” you say. She’s already bitten off the lid and is pouring half the bottle in. You quickly reach over and take it from her, getting bubble bath soap all over her and you in the process. She points a hoof at you and bursts out laughing, then squeaks as she finds that only her head is sticking out of the giant bubble mass! You turn off the water, but Lyra stays completely still, currently looking like she’s just a big, cute, floating pony head in a cloud of bubbles. “You’re weird.” You point out.
“N-no, you’re weird, Anon!” she yelps back, slipping a bit and then getting lost in the bubbles. You chuckle at her antics, then grab a towel and flick it around at the bubbles, whisking them away. Eventually you run in to spasming hooves, then start to get a bit worried.
“Lyra, you alright?” you ask... From the other side of the tub there’s a loud, very poor version of a roar then the pony brings you down in to the tub. You stumble in, clothes still on and all. Your landing pushes away the rest of the bubbles, and what’s left is a half clothed human and a naked pony in a tub. She leans forward and boops you again as you move to a sitting position. “Yeah, you’re fine...” you conclude, rubbing your back, which you just landed on. You sigh and decide to take off your undies, shirt, and socks, now that they’re all wet and you’re in the bath. However, your throw each item at Lyra, and she throws the sock and shirt to the side, but grins and wears your underwear over her head. You burst out laughing as she sniffs around inside, then grab them and take them off, throwing them away from the tub and the horny pony.
You start running the water again, then lean back against the other side of the tub, arms stretched out to rest on the rim of the tub. You call Lyra over, and she slides her way over to you, turning around and laying her back against your belly and chest. You bring an arm around and grab under her hooves, keeping your pony firmly pinned against you. You kiss the top of her head, your member now hardening a little bit again as her flank sits against it. You try to ignore it, and lift up your knees to further trap your little pony against you. Even though the loud sound of a tub filling, you can hear Lyra make a purring-like noise with her voice. She does this in her sleep sometimes in her cage, but you haven’t heard it when she’s awake. You roll your eyes at this pony and rub her ears, letting the rest of the tub fill with warm water.
When it’s about full you lean over and turn off the water, then turn back to Lyra. “Hold your breath and close your eyes.” She blinks at you, then her ears fly up and she does just that, making big bubble cheeks and tensing up. You get revenge from earlier to her by grabbing her head and playfully dunking it into the water, effectively getting her whole body wet.
“A-anon!” she yells, giggling and kicking at you with her hooves. You laugh back, then grab her hooves and spin her around in the water, holding her head and grabbing some lime scented shampoo. “Why do you like me smelling lime-y again?” she asks, blushing a bit and glancing back at you.
“You know why, Lyra.” you say, squirting a glob in to your hand and gesturing for her to close her eyes. “‘Cause you look like a big, cute lime with your colors.” you sink your fingers in to her skull and scratch them around, pressing your fingernails in to her scalp and cleaning her well. You love the scent of limes too, and it was just too adorable to pass up the opportunity. Lyra loves these skull scratchies too much to backtalk, and you could feel at her tail wags against your belly.
You catch her doing that murring thing again, and decide to speak up “What are you doing?” you ask, now going lower down her mane and getting the back of her neck. Instantly, the sound stops and her ears fall back. She wriggles uncomfortably, then slowly turns back to you, eyes still closed. She stays silent now. You blink, then nudge her nose. A bit of soap gets in there, and she lets off a squeaky sneeze! You sigh, then finish up on her mane, and bring her head back into the water, then back up. You nuzzle the back of her head, then squeeze out some water. “Okay, what do I do next, tail or body?”
She blinks back at you, then half lids her eyes and smirks again. She opens her mouth to say something obviously lewd but you deadpan and she frowns. “Tail.” she says sadly, then stands up and flicks her tail at you, giving you a full view. You grab the shampoo and start to lather her up, and once she relaxes and thinks you’re not going to do anything you give her rump a quick squeeze, making her tail perk and her back legs spread wide as she blushes. You blink and blush back “C’mon, Lyra, all I did was squeeze your butt!” you say, then squeeze it again, getting a similar reaction. You manually move her back legs back in to place, then quickly finish up on the tail before giving each of her ass cheeks a quick kiss.
She squeaks again and turns around, face bright red “Y-you can’t just kiss my butt like that, A-anon!” she says, ears back and tail tucked between her legs.
You give the poor mare a knowing look, then gesture for her to come over. You grab the other soap, the one for her coat, and put it on your hands and start at her neck. You dig your nails in again, and she slowly sits down. As you rub harder and really clean up this girl, one of her back legs starts to loudly hit against the bath as she tries to release the built up excited energy that comes from scratchies. You blink “Lyra, stop, you’re going to set off an alarm with all that noise.” she doesn't stop, but she looks too happy to try to stop her,
You start to slide down her shoulders, massaging them, then her upper sides and reach around to her back. You then come back to the front and give her a big ol’ belly rub, watching her face melt in to a loopy smile as you scratch your hand up and down her chest and belly. You the reach over to her left hoof “Hoof.” you command. She puts it in your hands, and then you smile up to her and lift it up, kissing it tenderly. Her ears fall back and she lowers her head, her cheeks turning rosy. You gently rub the soap on to the hoof, smiling at her before setting it down. You reach for her other hoof and do the same, creating a similar reaction. You gesture for her to turn around, and she does, then promptly stands up, giving you a face full of flank. You squeeze it again, not getting as big of a reaction, then rub down her thighs, lower back, legs, and back hooves. You always half dread and half look forward to the last bits of the cleaning process, but you could smell them where you were and knew it needed to be done.
You lean to the side and see Lyra’s big eyes looking back at you expectantly. You lock your eyes with hers as you pour a bit more soap in to your hands. You narrow your eyes and smirk, threatening her to look away, and you start by sliding your hands between each of Lyra’s thighs, very gently and sensually lathering on the soap. Her eyes flutter, but she’s accepting the challenge and continues the staring contest. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have a chance.” You mutter under your breath, quickly sliding your hands up her thighs, around her marehood, and under her tail. You slide your fingers under the tail, forcing it to stay up. You tease at her pucker a little bit, then slide down and very lightly skim across her marehood. Her back legs start to quiver and she bites her lip, her eyes wanting to roll back in her head. You pause, letting your hands fall in to the water.
You bring your hands back up, whisk away the soap very quickly and efficiently, then stand up “Bath done.” You say, smirking at her as she suddenly falls over and loudly moans, then gets back up and paws at your legs
“Th-that can’t be it!?” she squeaks pleadingly, nuzzling at your member. You push her nose away, keeping your dominance.
“Nope, that’s it.” You say with a proud smirk as you grab a towel and put it around your waist, stepping out of the bath.
You quickly and efficiently dry yourself off, then grab another 3 towels for your little friend. You set two down on the ground, then help her out of the bath and put her on them.
You get the last towel ready, then put it over her head and start to rub it around like mad, a burst of giggles emitting from inside the mass of quickly moving towel! When you bring the towel away she’s relatively dry... then suddenly her mane poofs up and you fall over backwards giggling. She frowns and turns to the towels on the floor and starts to dry off the rest of herself, then you get up to help, but not before hugging her first.
You dry the rest of her off more calmly, and you d’aww to yourself when her tail goes all poofy as well. You prop her up on the counter and help her organize her mane. Even though you never thought you’d be brushing a ponies mane and enjoying it, it is very therapeutic and soft. In fact, it’s one of the highlights of your day. You do your fair share of mane and tail sniffing as well, which Lyra found a bit odd but you loved it. Her scent combined with lime was heavenly.
You take her down from there and then give you and your pony a few quick microwavable bites to eat. A Hot Pocket for you and some carrots for her, then you brush your teeth, then her teeth, then head to your bedroom. “Alright, time for bed.” you say, taking her by the collar and leading her to the kennel. She fights back a bit more than normal, looking up to you sadly and not wanting to go in.
You pause at her and think to yourself, glancing to the kennel, then to your bed. “Well...” you start a bit nervously, knowing where ponies are supposed to sleep, but starting to think otherwise. “You did just take a bath, so you’ll smell good...” You chuckle “Hopefully you’re too worn out to have any wet dreams...” Slowly, Lyra begins to smile as her ears slowly lifts up and her tail begins to wag behind her. “Okayfine.” you say in one word, then pick up your favorite little pony and lift her on to the bed, clicking on your bed side tv and holding Lyra up against you like she’s just a big stuffed animal.
After a second, a high pitched, very happy squeak emanates from her and she excitedly snuggles against you. “I-I get to sleep in your bed A-anon!?” she asks, grabbing one of your hands and holding it against her chest. You nod down to her with a calm, content smile. She squeaks back in delight, grabbing the covers and sliding them over the both of you.
You often watched CSI with Lyra before bed, but she was always already in her kennel. It was a bit different this time, and the mystery was all the more fun because the both of you could feel each others hearts racing as it got exciting in the show. She’d clutch to your hand during the scarier parts, and then begin licking the sweaty palm as a nervous habit. The feeling felt good, and you already knew how much she loved your scent.
The show ends and Lyra blinks a few times as you turn off the TV. She turns back to you “I can’t believe it was him, Anon.” she says in awe. You ruffle her mane and sigh, shaking your head.
“They showed a figure like him like three times in earlier scenes, Lyra, come on...” She blushes and frowns, pouting for a second and leaning away from you... then quickly regrets that and turns back towards you, pushing her body against yours, putting you two face to face. She smiles up at you “Tomorrow’s Saturday, Anon.” she points out, trailing a hoof up and down your chest “A-are you going to be home all day?” she asks hopefully, pressing the hoof against your chest and bringing her head up to level with yours, sharing your pillow.
You lean your head back a little, giving Lyra more space. You grab her by the waist and pull her against you “Tomorrow, Lyra, I’m all yours.” you say, then smirk and give her butt another squeeze “But that doesn't mean you’re not mine.” you say, then kiss her forehead.
She makes the murring noise once more, but only for a moment as she wriggles her body against yours happily, her tail beating against the bed with consistent rhythm. “Good... we can have more sex...” she says bluntly, nuzzling your nose. You blush a little bit and sigh, hugging your wonderfully scented pony. Her big eyes open up wide and she looks up to you hopefully “S-so I can sleep here all night?” she asks, loving the feeling of her body against yours. You nod back to her, and she squeals in joy and nods back to you, quickly falling silent.
“Why not every night, too, Lyra?” you ask her, petting her entire back, from shoulders to arch. She nods gently against you, hiding a massive smile. Her ears perk way up high and you can both hear and feel her tail beat even faster, giving her joy away. That’s all the thanks you need. “I love you, Lyra.” you whisper.
“I love you soooo much...” mumbles back the pony, turning away from you and pushing herself against your body, enjoying being your little spoon. You reach over and slowly scratch her chest, laying your head on top of hers “I’ll see you in the morning, my little, weird, adorable pony.” you say, then kiss her eye very gently, followed by another kiss on her ear, which promptly falls back. It doesn’t take long for Lyra to fall asleep, and soon, you bring the covers up a bit more, and fall asleep as well, giving you one of your best and most lovely sleeps of your life.
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.
