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The process of how mushrooms grow may be the most romantic thing in the world.

A mushroom sends out tiny little spores into the air, which land on the ground after the wind carries them.
Once on the ground, they work their way into the earth where its dark. After they get into the ground they send out little threads in all directions, like roots.

Why do they send out these threads? To find another spore's threads. If it does make contact with another spore, their threads weave together, fusing and growing into a mushroom.

From darkness and uncertainty they reach out, trying beyond hope to find someone else, so that they can create something greater than themselves.

The smell of fresh, hot coffee and the sound of an angel's song woke you from your sleep.

Through your slightly opened eyes you saw your mint green lover sitting on a stool with her back to you. In front of her was a music stand with some sheet music pages on it. Her coffee was sitting on the window sill as morning light bathed her in a heavenly glow.

She gently ran her hoof over the catgut strings, creating a sweet melody that seemed to make her glow brighter. Lyra could use magic to play her instrument, but she said that she preferred using her hoof, saying that it sounded more natural.

It was hard to believe that less than twelve hours ago you were sexually torturing that beautiful unicorn while she begged you for mercy.

You then noticed her perfect rump perched on top of the stool. She sat upright from her playing posture, looking like a Roman sculpture of a goddess. Her rump cheeks were zebra striped with red welts, her tail swishing lazily from side to side.

Lyra lowered her lyre and looked over her shoulder at you.

"Good morning, sleepy. Did I disturb you?"

You groaned a little before propping up.

"Of course not, I love your playing."

Lyra giggled, putting her instrument on the stand and picking up her coffee cup. She walked over to the side of the bed where she gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"I was gonna make breakfast. Are you hungry?"

You replied with a sleepy moan before laying your head back down.

"'tee hee', You go back to sleep and I'll come wake you when its ready," she said in a comforting, almost motherly tone.

With that she gave you a gentle peck on the lips.

"I love you, Sweetie."

You moved a lock of mane behind her ear before giving her a return kiss.

"Love you too, Bunny."

You watched her marked rump as she walked out of the room. The sway in her step suggested she was trying to display herself for you.

The sentiment was appreciated.

You rolled over and closed your eyes, taking a deep whiff of her pillow. It smelt like her shampoo.

Lyra waited till she was out of the room before she started limping a little as she walked. She didn't want you to worry.

After being tied down, she was a little crooked in her left hind leg, just above her hook. She figured that she pulled a muscle when she started thrashing against her restraints.
It didn't really hurt too bad, and she loved the little pain she did feel. It made her feel warm and tingly on the inside, like how she felt the first time she met you.

The welts on her butt were a little tingly as she moved down the stairs, but Lyra wore them as a mark of pride.

She never imagined that you would be so good at using the cane your first time. She wouldn't be able to go outside for days, but she didn't plan to leave the house for the rest of your visit.

Or maybe she would go out for a walk through the market, and show off to everypony what you did to her.

She shivered with delight as she pulled out the eggs and a bag of shredded potatoes.

You were sleeping peacefully when you smelt the sweet aroma of fresh coffee. Your eyes opened to see Lyra standing next to the bed holding a mug with steam coming out of it.

"Its time to get up, Sweetie," she whispered gently to you.

You smiled while taking the mug and sipping on the delicious coffee.

"I made your favorite. Eggs and hash browns."

You set the mug on the bedside table. In a flash you grabbed the mare and positioned her to lay on top of you.

Lyra lightly squealed when you suddenly pulled her onto you, and without a word you pulled her face to yours and gave her a deep, open mouth kiss.

Moaning gently, her tongue met with yours where they began to dace around sloppily with each other. She lapped at the surface of your tongue, desperately trying to taste you as much as she could.

She opened her mouth wide, getting really into it. Meanwhile your right hand was slowly gliding down her back with the intention of groping her ass.

An abrupt growling sound from your stomach caused you two to separate.

"Well, I didn't know you found me so "tasty"," she cooed in a teasing way.

"I've always found you tasty. Thats why I love eating your-"

Before you could finish she placed a hoof over your mouth, her cheeks turning a light pink.

"For now, lets concentrate on breakfast."

******
You couldn't stop staring at Lyra as she daintily ate her food and sipped her coffee. She just looked so cute.

After eating, the two of you engaged in what was possibly your favorite activity as a couple.

Washing the dishes.

Something you loved doing with her. You two didn't talk much during this time, just enjoyed doing a chore together.

Lyra stood upright on her hind legs next to you at the sink. You washed the dishes before handing them to Lyra who dried them with a towel and put them in the cabinet.

Lyra, (in anticipation for your visit) would intentionally keep some dirty dishes so you two could extend the time.

She would tease you by giving you a bump on the hip with her butt, glancing at you as if to ask "what?".

Every now and then, you or Lyra would flick some soap bubbles at the other in a little soap fight. Her giggling was like music to your heart.
She would hum softly, and you liked to lean over and give her ear a little nibble.

"Sweetie~ That tickles," she giggled, unable to shoo you away because her hooves were wet.

"Mmmmm, mint chocolate bunny," you growled in reply.

Sure washing dishes wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, but you wouldn't trade that time for anything. Not to mention you couldn't leave the house.

More than anything you wished that you could take Lyra out on a date. You would take her for a nice dinner, a movie, or maybe even to an opera.
Lyra always told you that she didn't care about all that, that being with you was all she needed to be happy.

Which only served to make you feel more guilty.

But the issue of not being able to take out your girlfriend was peanuts compared to the topic that stressed both of you to no end. Ironically the topic that stressed both of you was also the thing that allowed you two to be together in the first place.

The portal.

Yes it was the means that brought you to Lyra, but at the same time you feared that it would take her away from you forever.

What if it didn't open after thirty days? What if it closed and never opened again? What would you do if you could never see her again?

Magic wasn't what you would call "reliable". You didn't even understand how it worked in the first place.

You looked over at Lyra. She looked so beautiful as she hummed with soap on her hooves. The light from the window in front of the sink made her look like a goddess. If you lost her you would take a short step off of a long building. A life without Lyra Heartstring wasn't a life worth living.

You would marry her if you could. But the bond you shared with her was stronger than a prenuptial and some nice words from a priest. Without thinking, your eyes wondered down to her tail, and the round cheeks below.

Her rump swayed slightly as she moved to put a cup on a shelf.

You wanted her. You wanted to devour her where she stood, the bulge in your pants evidence of that. You dried your hands with a towel before stepping back from the sink when she was distracted. You got behind her and wrapped your arms around her midsection. She perked up when you touched her, leaning back against your chest.

"Someponies feeling frisky in the morning," she said sassily when she felt you press your bulge between her cheeks.

"It's your fault for having such an irresistible ass." Lyra did keep her flank in good shape. She worked out when you weren't visiting her or she was visiting you. She was also into yoga as a way of shaping and toning her ass, and so that she could wow you with how flexible she was in bed.

Until yesterday (tragically) she had forbid you from all but touching it. But now all bets were off, and it was open season on that ass.

You moved your bulge up her deep valley and slowly back down, your dick getting harder by the minute, making things a little painful.

Lyra responded to your dry humping by pushing her hips back against you, squishing her cheeks into your pelvis. Your right hand moved down her side till it stopped on her cutie mark. You gave her butt tattoo a good hard squeeze, Lyra responding by gyrating her hips to further stimulate you.

Lyra was keeping her cool, but inside she was melting, and her marehood was starting to feel moist. She bit her lower lip, hoping you would take this further.

She turned her head sideways, where you met her with a kiss. Without the threat of a spontaneous stomach growl, you could make out with her till your jaw fell off. But you only kissed her with lips.

You moved from her lips to her cheek, to her neck, finally stopping at the place her neck and shoulder met. There you feasted on her plush, fur covered flesh without restraint. Your teeth sank in, and Lyra all but screamed with fearful delight.

Anypony in their right mind would be afraid of being eaten by a predator. The thought filled her with fear. A kind of fear that made her feel unbelievably turned on, the stress hormones in her blood making her feel aroused instead of afraid for her life.

One of her favorite fantasies was where she was an innocent pony grazing in the forest when a hungry human (you), pounces on her from out of nowhere. She would beg you to spare her, but the hunger in your eyes and the drool coming from your mouth said that you weren't listening.

Between biting her so hard she would bleed you would pound her like a rag doll, savoring your prey before devouring her like a bloodthirsty wolf.

You sucked and licked her tender flesh, trying to give her a love bite. Every time she felt your teeth dig into her flesh, she would moan so loud she worried that they could hear her outside.

She wanted them to hear.

To let them all know that she was being eaten by her vicious, meat eating human boyfriend.

You pulled her skin with your teeth, causing Lyra to clench her eyes shut and making a crude throaty sound. Moving your hand to her belly, you found her small teats and began to fondle her soft breast.

Her nipples were hard, and stuck out stiffly as you touched and gently squeezed them, giving the stiff nubs a light pinch.

Lyra was in paradise. After a whole month of not having your touch, without your smell, and without seeing you she felt like she was breaking on the inside.
You were her heart, and never would she deny it's beating.

You let go of her flesh to observe your work. The area was red and wet, and some teeth marks dotted her skin.

Your fingers ran up her belly, gently tickling her. You placed your lips to the back of her neck and began a series of kisses down her spine. Lyra shivered with each kiss as you made your way down her spine to the small of her back. You took her tail in your hand and brought it to your face. With your eyes closed you brought the soft tuft of hair to your nose and inhaled deeply of her natural perfume.

One sniff of her was all it took to put you into euphoria.

After spending a few minutes kissing and licking the intimate area of skin between her tail and her asshole. Lyra winced a bit when she felt you kiss one of her welts.

"Dose that hurt, Bunny?"

"Not so much "hurt". They just feel a little sensitive."

You gently ran your tongue sideways along one of the welts. Lyra rewarded you with a satisfied moan.

Your tongue and saliva felt like a soothing balm to her marked rear, and she wanted so much to press her rump into your face.

A pungent aroma hit you from below Lyra's rump. She was wet, as to be expected. You knew all her weak points.

"S-Sweetie, I want you inside me," she begged, breathing heavily.

"Gee Bunny, right here in the kitchen? This early in the morning?"

"Yes….please. Right here, right now. P-put it in me."

You gave her rump a kiss before standing up. You licked your middle finger and slid it into her moist love canal to the knuckle.

"Sweetie no~. Thats not what I wanted."

You smiled to yourself.

"You said "put it in me". Unless you're clear about what you want I can't give it to you."

Lyra looked over her shoulder at you. Her eyes were wide and teary, and her mouth was open as she panted like a dog.

"You're so mean to me, Sweetie."

Lyra steadily pointed her rump at you and brought a hoof back to pull one of her cheeks to the side, offering herself up like a feast.

"P-please…. take your hard…c-cock, and shove it deep inside my….my…my pussy."

You kissed the back of her head.

"There you go, Lye Bunny," and without warning you inserted your dick into her tight, wet hole to the base.

"See? You get what you want, when you ask properly."

You sounded like it was nothing. But after being denied sweet Lyra for a month you felt like you could fuck for days. As soon as you entered, Lyra felt the butterflies in her tummy turn to a warm fire. One that was spreading to her flower, where it burst into an inferno of desire and passion.

"Oh Honey! That's perfect……Y-you're really deep."

You stayed buried for longer than usual as you tried to calm down so you weren't a "one pump chump." Lyra didn't help when she started to sway and move her now sweat dotted rump against you, smearing your pelvis with moisture.

"Lye Bunny, I want you to tell me what I'm doing to you."

Instantly her ears perked up as she turned to stone, her upper body lowering down toward the sink. It was so easy to embarrass her that it wasn't even a challenge. Not to mention it bought you some time to cool down.

"Y-your c-cock is buried deep inside my…..p-pussy," she whimpered between gasps of breath.

Slowly you drew out, her inner petals clinging to your length to halt your retreat.

"How about now?" You reached a hand under her and cupped her delicate teat in your hand, massaging and squeezing it as you pulled out.

"I-it feels like the head of your penis is scraping my insides…..It feels so good!"

Once you were almost out you slammed home again causing her butt to giggle with the impact of your hips. Lyra moaned loudly from your sudden thrust, and the dripping sensation you felt on your balls told you that she was really feeling it. Your other hand reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her mane, and you gave it a hard pull backwards.

"Kyaa!" She shrieked out loud, oblivious to the noise she was making.

With one hand holding her breast, and the other pulling hard on her mane, you were ready to rely fuck her.

Unfortunately your penis had other plans.

As soon as you pushed back inside, your balls tightened, and the head of your dick swelled as it spilled your cum out.

So much for not being a one pump chump.

"Lyra. I'm sorry but I'm-"

"AH-AHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed.

You then felt every muscle in her body from her pussy to her ass clamp down. Inside it felt like she was pulling you deeper and deeper toward her womb. Like a hungry mouth trying to feed itself as much cum as it could drink.

An abrupt splash on the floor was all you needed to affirm that she was coming. During your first time with Lyra, you were pleasantly surprised to learn that she was a squirter.

Many times she had doused your face with her liquid love while eating her pussy. It had become a sort of purification whenever you two were together.

"Sweetie, I-I'm coming. I'M COMING!"

Without warning, another smaller stream of hot liquid hit the puddle under her marehood.

Her body went limp as her strength drained from her body. Luckily you had a firm hold on her mane and breast so that she didn't hit her head on the sink.
You held her rump as your dick slid from her quivering sex. Her pink opening flexed slowly, followed by a spurting of your cum mixing with her juices that joined the puddle.

Lyra's horn lit up, and you felt her magic pull your hand up to her mouth. She started kissing and nuzzling your hand, using her tongue to lick your palm and between your fingers.

"I'm sorry that I was so fast, Bunny."

Lyra began rubbing the side of her face against your hand like a kitty.

"It's ok. You only came twice yesterday. So I understand that you're backed up."

You gently let her back down on her hooves. She used her magic to retrieve a tissue and used it to wipe and clean her cream pied pussy.

"Besides, I came really easily too," she stated while giving you a sassy smile. Her eyes locked onto your softening penis, licking her lips like a hungry lion.

"Oh Sweetie. Look at you, you're all filthy. Let mama clean you up."

Before you could say anything, she glomped her mouth onto your manhood and started sucking from the base to the tip. Her eyes looked up at you when she got to the head, her golden eyes half lidded and seductive.

Her mouth poped off of your head, where she swallowed down the drops she had retrieved.

"Their, all clean now."

You had to sit down for a few minutes after all the "activity". Lyra brought you a glass of ice water to aid in your recovery. Afterwards, the two of you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor.

"Good as new," Lyra stated with a sunny smile.

"Now, follow me to the bathroom, Sweetie."

You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure you were ready for what she might want to do in there. You loved her, but the little minx could kill you if you weren't careful.

"Lye Bunny, what exactly are we gonna do in there?"

Lyra looked back at you with a deadpan glare.

"We're both covered in sweat and bodily fluids. We're gonna clean up of course."

You internally sighed in relief, glad that you could take a break.

"Why, were you wanting to do something dirty to your girlfriend in the bathroom?"

As if to emphasize, she started her assent up the stairs by swaying her rump back and forth. She swayed her tail widely to flash you her sticky ass crack.

"Come alone, Sweetie. I need you to clean me."

"Yeah, right behind you, Bunny."

Emphasis on the "behind".

Before getting into the shower, you used a washcloth and a wash pan of warm water to wipe every inch of her body. You poured a little of the water over her head to wet her mane. Lyra had you sit on a short stool as she wet the cloth and began cleaning your back at your shoulders. After she gently passed the warm cloth across your shoulder blades, she followed it up by dragging her lips across the wet skin, gently dotting kisses here and there.

She followed this process by gently lifted your left arm and began peppering kisses down your upper arm to your fore arm and finally using the cloth to clean your hand before kissing the tip of each finger.

It was like she was giving you an erotic shower massage, but with more love.

She folded up a towel and laid it down at the head of a larger towel she laid on the tile floor. You laid down with your head on the folded towel. She smiled sweetly at you as she re-filled the warm water and added some body wash to the water before using her magic to mix it up.

She wet a new washcloth and proceeded to climb on top of you, her rump only inches away from where your dick rested.

The washcloth was warm and soothing as the scent of the lavender body wash flooded your senses and put you in a place of deep relaxation. She wiped the cloth over your chest, gently humming a song as her hooves worked magic on your body. You could feel her soft rump squishing into your lower belly as she shifted back and forth.

"Close your eyes for me, Sweetie," and you shut them.

You felt Lyra lay forward on you, her warm belly smooshing against your own. Lyra held the cloth with her magic instead of her hoof. She used it to gently wet and wipe your cheeks and forehead.

You raised your hands up with the intention of groping her.

"No touching, Sweetie. You don't want me to get soap in your eyes." Her voice sounded like a mother talking to her colt.

After she was done with your front, she had you roll over, where she repeated the process on your back. You could feel her butt cheeks pressing into your lower back, and you concentrated so that you didn't get hard.

You both got into the shower after she was done wiping you down. Lyra always took your cleaning seriously and with passion. Which is why she insisted on giving you a full body wipe down. The truth was that Lyra just enjoyed washing you, but she felt ok telling you a little white lie.

You put some shampoo in your hand and started washing her mane. Lyra gently moaned, delighting in the feeling of what she called your "magic fingers".
Once her mane was washed and conditioned, you started in with the same thing on her tail.

She watched you with bedroom eyes over her shoulder as you gently pulled and worked the soap into her wet tail.

"Oh Sweetie, I think that you missed a spot."

You looked closer at her tail. You never missed a thing when it came to her tail.

"Were exactly, Bunny?"

"Right here," she satiated sticking her wet, soapy striped butt at you.

Grinning to yourself, you picked up a sponge. You wet it and put it between her cheeks. Lyra cooed as you ran the sponge up and down her rump, using a finger to push deeper so you could clean her anus.

Lyra was still a little unsure about letting you at her butt. True that it wasn't uncommon for stallions to be attracted to a mares assets. But until more recent times any kind of anal play was seen as a taboo among ponies. Lyra had thought about it, and realized that she was the last pony to get hung up on taboos.

What with her formerly secret fetish.

Her welts were fading nicely considering that it had only been about half a day. You kissed her right cheek, eliciting a little shiver from your mare. Feeling a rush of bravery, you opened her cheeks and ogled the cute little pink hole above her sex. Your heart raced, your mouth watered, Lyra opened this door, and by god you were going to step through it.

You put your face in close and sniffed her anus a little, finding that is smelt sweet and clean. Her cheeks flushed from more than the hot water when she heard your sniffing. You leaned in close and gave her anus a gentle lick from the opening of her slit, to her anus, and up the crack of her ass to the base of her tail.

"Ah! Sweetie, you're such a bad boy. Licking your girlfriend in such a dirty place," she complained in an adorably embarrassed little moan.

You buried your face into the place under her ass and dragged it up again, pausing for a second to prod into her anus. The little pink hole pushed against your efforts, Lyra grunting as she clenched to keep you out.

That was ok though. It was only a matter of time.

After the shower, you dried yourself and Lyra off with a big towel. Lyra yawned as you were drying her mane.

"Are you tired, Bunny?"

"A little," she replied, sounding sleepy.

"How about we take a little nap?"

Lyra rested her head on your shoulder, a little moan of content coming from her.

"Sweetie, can we, um…..play...when we wake up?"

You put a hand on the back of her head as you planted a big kiss on her forehead.

"Of course, Bunny," you replied as you scooped her up to take her to bed.

"But first my little bunny needs her nap."

Lyra loved it when you carried her. On more than one occasion she had faked being too weak or too tired to walked with the intention of tricking you into carrying her. When she was in your arms she felt like she was a filly again.

You laid her down in bed and closed the blinds to darken the room.

"Were are you going, Sweetie?" She asked when she saw you walking towards the door.

"I'll be back. I'm just going to the kitchen for a few minutes."

After your business in the kitchen you were back in the bedroom. You found Lyra laying on her side, breathing gently as she slept. You climbed in bed behind her and spooned up against her warm back.

You fell asleep before you even realized it.

***

You steadily awoke from your sleep, the gentle sound of breathing told you that Lyra was still asleep.

Gently, you nudged her to wake her up.

"Time to wake up, Bunny."

Lyra shifted onto her other side, a sleepy smile on her lips as she opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Sweetie. What time is it?"

Your smile transitioned to a stern glare. You raised your hand and landed a firm slap across her face.

"AH!" She cried out from the abrupt hit.

"It's time for whores to get up!"

Lyra averted her gaze as she got up and out of bed. She sat on the floor and looked down at her hooves.

You placed a bare foot on her head, to which she looked up till your foot was on her face.

"Lick it, Whore," you demanded sinisterly.

Lyra stuck her tongue out and started licking from your heel to your toes. You had never been into foot stuff. But the feeling of her soft, warm tongue cleaning the bottom of your foot felt really good. Not to mention the visual affect of seeing her on the floor, her eyes closed as she tasted your foot was incredibly arousing.

You took your foot away from her face, Lyra's tongue trying to follow it as you took it from her.

Retrieving her collar and leash you walked back over to her. You attached the collar around her neck, roughly jerking her around as you did so.
After she was leashed up, you grabbed her face and made her look you in the eye.

"Now, what are you gonna say if it's too rough and you want to stop?"

"Kumquat," she whispered.

"And if you can't speak?"

"I-I'll blink quickly."

You patted her mane. After the last time you realized you forgot one of the most important things the magazine mentioned.

The safe word.

"Good girl. Lets begin."

*****

"Sit," you commanded, and Lyra sat on the stone floor of the basement.

You took off your pants and threw them to the side.

Completely naked now, you stood an inch away from her, your erection touching a tuft of her mane.

"Tilt your head up and open your mouth."

Lyra tilter her face toward the ceiling and opened her mouth as ordered, her tongue lolling out like a dog.

You moved over her and began dragging your scrotum from her cheek to rest on her nose, clogging her airway and forcing her to pant. Your balls dragged to her forehead, and then to her closed eyes.

"This is the best use for a slut pony like you. A comfort tool for me to wipe my genitals on."

Lyra was already going nuts inside. Being used as your ball wipe was singularly the most degrading and humiliating thing she could think of.

You moved your balls down and into her open mouth, using a hand to push both nuts into her waiting maw.

Lyra began to close her lips around your scrotum, to which you grabbed her horn and jerked her head back.

"I don't remember telling you to suck, Bitch!"

Lyra whimpered, remembering that she wasn't supposed to do something without asking or being told to.

"I'm going to have to do something about that habit of acting on your own." Your voice was like that of a disappointed parent.

Lyra closed her eyes, feeling ashamed. She could just see herself through your eyes, collared like a dog and being forced to hold your balls in her mouth. But her shame turned to further stimulation. Being used made her feel so good.

"Stay completely still now. Master is going to tea bag a bad little bitch."

You pulled your nuts out of her mouth before dropping them back into her clammy, moist hole. You moved them around inside her salivating mouth, feeling the inside of her cheeks and rubbing them against her protruding tongue. You pulled out and dipped again, looking down at her as your cock bounced over her face. Her eyes were glazing over, her mouth was full of flesh and the salty taste of your manhood. She wanted so badly to close her mouth and suck your genitalia to see if you would cum on her face. But she stayed still like instructed. With your balls in her mouth and her nose buried in the place your balls and dick met it was hard for her to breath. And the stink from the underside of your penis was making her dizzy.

You heard a muffled gargling sound from within her stuffed mouth. She tried to swallow the saliva that was building up from how much she was drooling, but found that it was more difficult without being allowed to close her mouth. You began dipping again and again into her mouth, her jaw getting tired from holding it open for so long.

"Mm, now this is a whore's mouth. Maybe I'll rent it out to stallions so they can wash their balls too. A public nut wash!" You exclaimed as if struck by inspiration.

Lyra's eyes widened, and she gently shook her head from side to side.

"You're right. What stallion in his right mind would want to put his balls in such a filthy cum hole?"

Lyra's face turned bright scarlet. The things you were saying were so mean, but being talked down to and being made to feel like a worthless cum rag made her feel so deliciously filthy. She then noticed that her pussy was sloshing on the floor as you tea bagged her. She would never gargle anypony's testicles but yours, but the idea was something she might fantasize about later.

You removed your boys from her mouth, a thick rope of drool connecting them to her mouth like a web.

"I won't lie. This next bit is gonna hurt."

Lyra's heart felt like a jack hammer in her chest as a sweat broke out all over her body. She felt like a helpless sheep before a hungry monster.

Her fantasy had come true.

****

"IT HUUUUUURTS!" She shrieked as she squirmed in the binds of the fishing string.

You had suspended her off the table with fishing line affixed to certain parts of her body. The thin strands dug into her flesh, looking like they were sectioning off her different parts. You felt almost proud of your work. Lyra looked like a puppet on all those intricately placed strings.

Her forelegs were pulled and tied behind her back, and the magic canceling ring was affixed to her horn.

Lyra was dying. It felt like the lines were cutting right into her skin as she dangled like a worm on a hook.

"MASTER, IT HURTS! IT FEELS LIKE MY BODY IS GONNA TEAR APAAAAART!"

You watched with folded arms as she cried and drooled and screamed from the pain all over her body. On your pants in the corner sat a sharp knife to cut her down if she said the stop word.

"Shut the hell up, Bitch! Maybe this will plug up that jizz vacuum you call a mouth."

Without delay you climbed onto the table and shoved your length to the back of her throat. Lyra opened her teary eyes to see your pelvis less than an inch away from her face, her nose buried in the place your dick and body met.

She gaged and muffled as you pushed forward with your hips, trying to get as deep as possible. Lyra felt like the threads were tearing into her tender flesh even more from the subtle swaying of her body. She sputtered around her full mouth, trying her best to scream.

You kept a close look at her eyes if she signaled for you to stop, but all you saw was a hungry expression, begging to be fed.

Lyra was in a lot of pain, but it hurt so good. She could feel her marehood dripping in a steady stream as your cock scraped against her gripping throat. Her gargled screams vibrated the walls of her throat, and it felt like you were fucking a vibrating set toy.

You could feel her thick drool dripping from your balls as you fucked her mouth harder and harder till you felt you were going to blow.

"Ok, Bitch! Heres your favorite! Cum flavored milk!"

As you felt yourself come you pulled your dick out till the tip was inside her oral cavity. The first blast hit the back of her throat, which caused Lyra to choke, sending large globs to come spewing out of her nostrils. She continued to cough and gag as you filled her mouth, and more cum oozed out her nose. Her right eye twitched as she gulped and choked down the thick goo in her mouth.

Finally you pulled out. Her face was a mess of cum and tears as she sniffed and sobbed from the pain that still racked her body.

"Thats a perfect look for you," you commented to the now dizzy mare.

She tried to blow her nose to clear it of semen, only aiding in her filthy appearance. Lyra felt like she was flying as she dangled. It was all she could do to not black out from euphoria and pain. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth, trying to collect as much of her favorite treat as she could.

Finding some tissues, you cleaned her face a bit. You put the tissues to her nose and ordered her to blow. She honked as she ejected the cum from her nostrils. You grabbed her mane and yanked her head up.

"What do you say, Bitch?"

Lyra came out of her high enough to look at you with tired eyes.

"T-thank you….Master."

While she was out of it, you found a smaller glass dildo and a bottle of baby oil. You got on the table behind her and held her still while you poured a large helping of oil on the top of her partly spread ass. The thick liquid dripped and ran down her crack, coating her anus in oil.

You opened her cheeks and readied the dildo.

"Ah! M-Master, what are you doing?!" She asked fearfully. She was awoken from her delirium when she felt you press the tip against her puckered muscle.

"Your ass looks very hungry. I'm going to give it something to eat."

Lyra forgot about the pain she was in at the prospect of something being put in her butt. She had never had anything in there except a thermometer, and that was when she was a filly.

She was more open to the idea of letting you play back there, but this seemed so sudden. She wanted to say the safe word, but she didn't want to stop playing, and she defiantly didn't want to disappoint you as her master.

You pushed the glass phallus against her sphincter, the reluctant muscle trying its best to keep it out. But the oil did its job, and soon the rounded tip slipped inside with a 'pop'.

Lyra tightened up as she bit her lip and tried not to think about the uncomfortable feeling in her asshole. She was relieved that it at least didn't hurt.

You pushed the dildo in till the base of it was against the ring of her hole. She moaned and gasped as her asshole held the fake dick with all its strength.

She was ready for love now.

You slammed inside her sopping pussy, feeling her grasp onto you as her pussy twitch and spasmed.

"This mouth, on the other hand, gets too much to eat. It swallowed this dick so deep that its refusing to let go," you observed, feeling your own sex organ twitch so hard that it was fighting against her muscles.

Lyra only replied with moans and gargles as her head was blotted out by the sensation of being so full.

Without touching her, you thrust your hips forward and back, causing her to swing back and fourth with your movements. She drooled on the tabs as she was unable to keep her mouth closed. Her tongue flopped outside her mouth, sloshing spit as it dripped from the tip. Her pussy was making a splashing sound as it squelched around the hard cock jammed in her hole.

"Tell me how it is, Whore! Tell me you love how I plow your filthy cum dumpster pussy!"

Lyra swallowed as she whimpered and gasped.

"I-I-I-love your cock….MASTER! I love how you slam it so deep it feels like your gonna break my pussy!"

This is what you loved. Complete control. Seeing the mare that you loved and respected reduced to a sex crazed, cum hungry whore. If you had never found the magazine you might have never been in this fantastic position.

"I'm gonna come soon, Bitch."

You picked up your speed as Lyra started moaning louder and louder, her ears perking up at the word "come".

"Please come inside me, Master! Please bless your pathetic slave with your hot milk soup!"

You pounded forward hard. Sending a shockwave through her body. You pulled out quickly and spilled three thick shots right on the surface of her ass cheeks.

Lyra looked back at you as best she could, a feeling of hurt in her eyes.

"Ah, Ahhh," she gasped as she felt your cum spill on her rump instead of inside her.

"Sorry, but you don't get a cream pie just because you want it."

Lyra looked heartbroken at the loss of cum in her pussy.

*****

With some rearranging, you positioned Lyra to be upright. Her swollen slit partly opened from her flexible hind legs being spread in a splits.

Her eyes were wide as she watched helplessly as you approached where she hung with a bowl full of eggs.

"M-Master, what are you gonna do with those?" She asked, her voice thick with uncertainty.

"Well, seeing how much of a whore you are got me thinking," you stated as you placed the bowl down on the table.

"Since you're such a huge slut, you're probably going to get knocked up by the next hard waging dick you see."

Lyra began shaking her head at your insinuation.

"N-no, Master! I would never have a foal with any other stallion but you! I swear!"

"Well isn't that sweet. But I would never allow a whore like you to carry my child."

Those words seemed to crush at her core. Even if you were just playing, the thought of you rejecting her as the mother of your child drove her to the brink of tears. She was loving your verbal abuse, even if it did make her want to cry.

"So I thought that I, as your master, would help you in a simulation of child birth."

Suddenly it was all too clear what you were going to do.

"N-no, you can't! Please don't, Master!"

No kumquat.

"Just relax. I took the shells off, so don't worry."

You picked one up and put the smaller end to the pink entrance of her vagina. Lyra only gasped as she felt the hardboiled egg slip inside her vagina. Her eyes closed tight, and she bit her lip so hard she thought she tasted blood.

"Look at that! It went right in!" Her legs wiggled slightly as she adjusted to the bulge inside her.

Lyra felt like there was a hoof ball inside her pussy, stretching it out as she quivered and groaned in shock and bliss.

"And here's the next," you whispered as you placed the second egg on its mark. Lyra let out a long and loud groan as you inserted the second egg into its new home.

She had lost all will to resist or scream by the third one you inserted. You could make out a small bump just over where her vagina was.

"Perfect. Now, you're gonna need to push with your inner muscles to get them out."

Lyra groaned as she lifted her head and snorted back some tears of pain.

"I-I…I don't think I can!" She almost cried.

Tears started to flow freely from her eyes, her head lowered to the table below her.

You reached out and gently grasped under her jaw, tilting it up so you could see her face.

"Yes you can," you whispered sweetly to her.

She looked at you now with hope.

"You can do it. Just look at me and push."

Lyra's heart slowed down before fluttering with joy.

She imagined herself in the hospital, giving birth to your baby while you supported and coached her.

Suddenly she felt the strength to continue. She clenched her inner muscles and pushed downward on the eggs. She felt the third egg begin to slide out of her. But its bulbous size was harder to pass than she thought. Her stomach muscles burned as she flexed and pushed as hard as she could.

"NNNNNNNGH!……GAH! I can't. Its too hard!" She groaned, feeling like she was completely drained.

"Open your eyes, Bunny! Look at me!" You commanded harshly, yet supportively.

Her eyes shot open as she looked at you with desperation and clenched teeth.

"Don't give up on me. Don't ever give up on yourself."

Lyra huffed hard and fast as she began to push again. She felt like she now had the strength to do anything.

Between bouts of breathing hard she would push down, her face making a strain as she exerted. Suddenly with a wet pop the first egg fell from her vagina.
She groaned and panted as she got ready for the second.

"Thats it! Just breath and push, breath and push."

The next one felt harder than first. She pulled her legs apart a little more, her asshole flexing and clenching as she strained to deliver.

"NNNNNNNNGH! I'm giving birth!" She groaned as the second slid out. She felt so tired, and every muscle in her body screamed and burned. It felt like a harder workout than a day at the gym with Bulk Biceps. She huffed and puffed as she readied herself for the last push.

"HAAAAAAAA!….HAAAAAAAAA! I-Its coming out! With one last push the slippery egg fell from her. Her pussy gaped and flexed as she panted and huffed, exhausted after "giving birth".

She was in a place between blacked out and awake when you cut her down and laid her gently on the table.

You retrieved a first aid box and pulled out a cotton ball and a bottle of alcohol.

"Ah! It hurts," she cried as you dabbed an alcohol soaked ball on her upper for leg. After being strung up and bobbed around with all those thin threads she had some thin lacerations on her body.

"Easy, Bunny. This is just alcohol. I don't want these to get infected."

Lyra whimpered like a kid with a scraped knee at your parent like attitude. She was comforted though that you were attending her wounds with her wellbeing in mind.

After Lyra was patched up and you had cleaned up the basement. You carried Lyra upstairs and made her a mixed drink as well as yourself. It was almost eleven.

You laid with her on the sofa. At this time you could see the moon through the wide window that sat in front of the couch. You two cuddled together sipping drinks and watching the heavenly glow of the moon.

It was perfect. You wished that you could stay like that with her forever.

Unfortunately, time has a way of slipping by, and you knew that before long you would have to leave her again.

"I'm scared, Bunny," you whispered in the dark, taking her hoof in your hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Why, Sweetie?"

She looked up at you, her eyes sparkling in the pail moonlight.

"What if…….What if the portal docent ope-"

She gently put her lips to yours, stoping you from finishing that dreaded thought.

"I don't even want to think about that right now, and I don't want you worrying at this…..precise moment."

The smile she gave you was a special one. One that said that she shared your concern, but that she had faith in forces neither of you understood.

From darkness and uncertainty you both extended threads of faith. Hoping beyond hope to find each other again, so you could create something greater than both of you.

Love.

"By the way, Sweetie. Bon Bon is coming over tomorrow……Super sorry."

'kiss'

BUCK!

Author's Note

And that's chapter two. To all my fans and hatters, I say thank you.

I realize that my knowledge of BDSM isn't the best, but I hope to learn more and make the next chapters even better

All my love bronies and pegasisters.

-H