It was a dark and beautiful night, and Lyra was out for a walk with her mare friend, Bon Bon. They pair walked together, enjoying the evening. The stars were out, the moon was rising, and Lyra had a fiendish grin.
“Bon Bon?” She asked, smiling wickedly.
“What?” Replied Bon Bon, rolling her eyes, expecting something.
“Can I get a hornjob for my birthday?” Lyra said in a pleading tone.
“No!” Cried Bon Bon.
“But Vinyl Scratch gets them from Octavia all the time and I just want one for my birthday.” Lyra said sweetly. “I’m horny.”
Bon Bon rolled her eyes again, this time with so much force that she almost pulled or strained something.
“I’ll let you spank me as much as you want with a riding crop afterwards.” Lyra said, eyes wide, a look of regret already evident on her face. She rubbed her backside with a hoof absentmindedly.
“I’ll think about it.” Bon Bon said noncommittally.
The two mares walked in silence for quite some time afterward.
It was a night made for love. There was a slight chill in the air, just enough to make two ponies press against one another as they walked. Just enough chill to light a fire in a fireplace. Just enough chill to want to crawl under blankets and snuggle for warmth.
Just enough chill to want to cram your muzzle into a warm place. Which is exactly what was on Lyra’s mind as they walked.
“Bon Bon?” Lyra said.
“Yes Lyra?” Bon Bon replied.
“I have a confession.” Lyra said, blushing slightly.
“Out with it.” Bon Bon demanded.
“I’ve been reading your diary.” Lyra said with a giggle.
“Oh, you are so getting spanked now Lyra.” Bon Bon said, a blush coming to her cheeks.
“So that’s a yes to the hornjob?” Lyra said hopefully.
“No!” Bon Bon said.
“D’aw…” Lyra whined.
The two mares continued through the well lit streets, finally coming to the edge of Ponyville. To one of Lyra’s favourite benches.
Lyra mounted the bench and sat down, sitting on her haunches in an odd way, leaning back, her forehooves resting on her navel. She kicked her hind legs back and forth over the edge of the bench.
Bon Bon lay on the bench, on her belly, folding her legs under her. The night was chilly.
“When I sit like this I can feel the breeze on my filly bits!” Lyra announced.
Bon Bon snorted in disgust.
“The night is kinda chilly,” said Lyra, “and the air kinda feels like the time I got toothpaste down in my filly bits in college. All minty and refreshing.”
Bon Bon looked puzzled.
“You don’t remember?” Lyra asked.
“No.” Bon Bon said.
“Freshman mixer. You were really drunk. You’d just blown chunks and you were brushing your teeth. I walked in and, well, you went down on me. And I had minty fresh toothpaste foaming out of my filly bits.”
Bon Bon giggled playfully. “I don’t remember any of that.”
“You were really hammered.” Lyra said.
“I must have been.” Bon Bon agreed.
“You were sober after the mixer so I took you home and got you really drunk.” Lyra said.
“Lyra!”
“And then I took advantage of you.” Lyra confessed.
“Lyra!”
“And we weren’t ‘just friends sharing a bed’ with Octavia and Vinyl Scratch when we all woke up that morning in bed together.” Lyra admitted.
“LYRA!”
Lyra grinned sheepishly.
“I remember that morning. I had strange dreams.” Bon Bon said absentmindedly.
“Those weren’t dreams.” Lyra said.
“So Scratch really did use both our filly bits as turntables while she motorboated Octavia?” Bon Bon said, fresh horror arising in her voice.
“Hmm,” said Lyra, “I don’t actually remember that. But I do remember Bon Bon’s Bottle Glass Queef Review.”
“LYRA!” Bon Bon shouted.
“You were very musical, blowing into bottles and jugs.” Lyra said, smiling.
“I was musical?” Bon Bon asked in a small voice.
“Scratch took samples. She and I still listen to them. But not around Octavia. She’s too uptight.” Lyra said, nodding.
There was an odd sound overhead.
Lyra looked up and then she was off of the bench and off into a gallop.
Bon Bon took off after her, not sure of what she had just seen.
Strange lights shimmered and flashed overhead. There was an odd thrumming sound. A hum. It made pony ears quiver.
There was a sudden metallic clunk and a massive disc shaped object hovered overhead. Lights flashed, and Lyra stood frozen in a spotlight.
A door opened and there was an odd sounding shriek.
Lyra stood, silent, her mouth open, looking up.
Something was shoved from the craft overhead.
It fell for about ten feet and landed with a thump.
The saucer shaped object took off with a whir, blurring off into the heavens.
Lyra stared at what at been left behind, as did Bon Bon.
It was like a minotaur with an odd head. It had hands like a minotaur. Fingers. It was mostly hairless. And naked.
It was a she, Lyra realised. She lay on the ground, confused, babbling, her language completely unknown to Lyra.
“They do exist!” Lyra said.
There was a dull thud overhead, and a blue white nova appeared in the sky.
Seconds later, a very confused Princess Luna stood with Lyra and Bon Bon, staring at the odd creature naked before them.
“That’s the third one.” Luna said. “Those horrible plot probing extra-equestrials keep abducting ponies. And then sometimes, they drop off one of these! I bet it is pregnant, like the others.” Luna looked extremely annoyed.
“Pregnant?” Lyra said.
“Yes, pregnant.” Luna agreed.
“So humans do exist.” Lyra said.
“Of course. They exist beyond the mirror.” Luna answered.
“And the aliens bring them here?” Bon Bon asked.
“Yes they do.” Luna said helpfully.
“Should you be telling us this?” Lyra asked.
“Yeah, I can tell you anything you want to know.” Luna said helpfully. “It isn’t like you are going to remember any of this when you wake up in the morning.” She said, smiling.
“Can you at least leave me with the memory of a really good hornjob?” Lyra begged.
“Sure, anything you’d like Lyra. Would you like to wake up in bed with Bon Bon, Octavia, and Vinyl Scratch again?” Luna asked.
“Again?” said Bon Bon.
Luna grinned wickedly.
