Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful what you wish for

Chapter 7 – ‘Lines of Communication’

An entire week had come and gone.  I had said that I wasn’t going to stay for more than two weeks.  This last week had been amazing.  I felt a body move on the bed and looked at Lyra.  She was still sleeping, and since I was staying at her place more than the hotel room she suggested that I just go ahead and stay with her.  I agreed, and we had brought my luggage over.  That had been three days ago.  There was a short period of adjustment, and finding the shrine she had in the guest room closet was a little unsettling.  We had discussed it, and while I knew she had believed in us humans before I didn’t realize how ostracized it made her feel from everypony else.  She agreed that the shrine needed to go, and by the second day of my being there Lyra seemed more relaxed.

I stopped thinking about it for a moment, while I stretched, crawled out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom.  I relieved myself, and walked back into her bedroom.  I looked toward the bed and grinned.  Part of me hated that I just had another week before I either re-registered for an extended pass, or declared that Equestria was going to be my new residence.  I still had around twelve hundred dollars from what I had won when I called into the radio station, but twelve hundred dollars wasn’t really enough to stay an extended period of time.

If I wanted to stay here I was going to need a job.  That was another problem I had when I got back to Earth.  I would need to find something to do, and that meant working another crappy job.  I couldn’t really complain too much, but then again all the job really did was let me pay some rent.

A yawn escaped me and I leaned back against the closet door.  I stretched, felt my back pop, and then stepped forward.  I heard the closet door open slightly and turned around.  Lyra had asked me to stay with her in her room, and she let me put my clothes into her dresser, which was nice, but she said that her closet was so full of junk that she couldn’t really let me put anything in there.

I turned around and looked at the slightly opened door.  I had expected to see boxes of unpacked stuff, but instead it looked mostly empty.  I opened the door wider and found a single box on the floor.  I looked at the smooth wooden box and pulled it out.  It was heavy, but not so heavy that I couldn’t move it.  I found a single copper latch and opened it.  I opened the lid and tried to come to grips what I was seeing.

“Don?” a voice asked.

I turned around and saw Lyra getting up.  Her eyes widened as she saw what I was looking at and she began to stutter and fall over herself trying to get to where I was.

“I can explain!” she shouted.

“What is all of this?” I asked.

She closed the box with her magic and shoved it back into the closet.  She turned to look at me, and I found that she couldn’t look me in the eye.

“Lyra, what was all of that?” I asked.

“Ummm… Well…  It’s kind of hard to explain,” she said as she rubbed her forehoof on the ground nervously.

“Lyra, seriously, that looked like some of the stuff that they have at Frances’ Secret box,” I said.

She looked confused.

“It’s an adult store that’s in the same mall where I used to work.  I went over there with a friend who didn’t want to go into the place alone.  She went on a little spending spree and bought a whole lotta bondage gear.  That looked like the stuff she bought,” I said as I looked at her, “Is that what it was?”

She didn’t say a thing, but instead she looked at the ground.

“Don’t hate me,” she whispered.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t hate me.  Please, Don, don’t hate me.  That stuff…  It’s looked down on.  I mean, the nobles used to use it to punish unicorns that committed some crime or another.  They felt that humiliating the criminal was enough of a punishment,” she said.

“But it changed huh?  Some of the unicorns began to like it right?” I asked.

“Yeah, when Celestia banned its use as a punishment it became this forbidden taboo,” she replied.

“So, you’re into this stuff?” I asked.

“Kind of.  I tried to get Bonny to experiment with me, but she didn’t like it.  She said it was too much for her.  I didn’t ever bring it up again,” she said.

I smiled, bent down, and kissed her on the muzzle.  She looked at me surprised and shook her head.

“I don’t hate you.  If you’re into that then you’re into that,” I said.

“Do you want to… you know, maybe try it?” she asked.

I looked at her surprised.  I had heard of Bondage, Discipline, and Sadomasochism, but to be honest it had never really been something I would have considered being into.  I didn’t like the idea of hurting someone, or having someone hurt me.  It didn’t seem sexual in any way, but then again, I did care for Lyra.  I was caring for her more and more every day.  I didn’t want her to feel that our love life wasn’t satisfying.  Hell, I’d heard about a few guys who found out that their wives decided to step out and find satisfaction somewhere else.

“Is it something you want?” I asked.

She looked at me.  I could tell that she wasn’t certain about it.  I know she most likely did want to experiment, but I wondered if she felt that answering it one way or the other would upset me.

“We don’t have to,” she replied.

I could see the discouragement in her eyes, and it plucked at my heart strings.

“Let’s give it a go.  If we don’t like it then we don’t have to do it,” I said.

The smile that beamed on her face was priceless.  I watched as her horn glowed for a moment and then I felt something wrap around my wrists as my clothes seemed to disappear off of me.

“I love you, and the safe word is banana,” she said.

My eyes widened as I realized what I had agreed to.  I seconds I found myself strapped to the bed.  The mare I was falling in love with, that I thought so highly of, and that seemed to be falling in love with me as well stood in a faux leather bodice, fishnet stockings, and had a studded collar on.  A paddle floated beside her.

“Look at you.  You’re just a pasty little mama’s boy that wants to please a mare.  You don’t know what it takes to please a mare, but I’m going to teach you,” she said.

“Lyra?” I asked.

A sharp sound of wood hitting flesh echoed through the room, and it felt like the skin of my outer thigh had just caught fire.  I squinted my eyes shut and tried to breathe normally.

“That’s mistress Lyra!  Now, what were you going to say worm?” she asked.

“Mistress Lyra, what are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m training you in how to please a mare, and if you are very, very lucky I may desire to let you feast your senses on me.  But that is a pleasure you have to earn,” she said.

Another sharp sound erupted and I was about a stone’s throw away from saying Banana.  I love Lyra, but this isn’t turning me on.  She jumped on the bed, walked up beside me and looked me directly in the eyes.  I was ready to let her know this wasn’t for me.  That I didn’t like this at all, and that I would be perfectly happy if we never did this again.  I could stand maybe trying some rough sex, but I wasn’t about to start trying to get off on getting my ass kicked.  That’s when I saw what was in her eyes.  She wasn’t looking at me with hate, but instead her eyes were half lidded, compassionate, and full of love.  It was an act, role play, something she wanted to experiment with, and she loved that I was willing to go along with it.  I swallowed my thoughts about it for the moment.  I was still going to let her know afterward that if we did this it was not going to be an everyday thing, but to see her so happy and touched made me happy.  I felt something grab my balls, and I could see her horn glowing.

“Tongue out, now,” she demanded.

I stuck it out and felt her squat over my mouth.  The wetness of her lower lips touched my tongue and I felt the magical grip on my balls tighten slightly.

“Lick worm, and perhaps your mistress will return the favor,” she said.

I began to lick her. Letting my tongue reach into her honeycomb hideout, trace around inside of it, and search for the sweet treasure inside was causing my marefriend to breathe pretty heavily.  I felt the grip on my balls relax, and suddenly it reappeared on my shaft. I felt her stroke it, the firm, but gentle, way she worked her magic against it seemed amazing.  She began to lean down, but then she stopped.

“No, I don’t believe that you’ve done enough yet,” she said.

I groaned out as she pressed herself against my mouth, driving my tongue a little further inside of her.

“If you want me to taste you then you had better make me speechless with pleasure,” she said.

I redoubled my efforts.  She was torturing me right now.  It was different than the paddling’s.  It was worse.  I needed release, and she was just barely doing enough with her magic to keep me hard.  I felt her lazily stroke me, the warmth of her magic driving me wild.  I needed this release so badly.

“If you experience release before I do then I shall have to punish you,” she purred.

This went beyond not fair.  I licked her, found her clitoris, and when I did I began to suckle on it.  She squirmed, moaned, squealed, and then she went. I caught some of it in my mouth, but most it seemed to cover my face.  She let out a breathy moan, and fell forward.  I felt the magic release me, and instead of the warmth of a mouth on me I felt warm breath.  A frustrated groan escaped me, and a moment later I felt her tongue.  It touched me, traveled up me, and then it swirled around the tip.  Without warning I was surrounded by warmth and I a pleased moan escaped me.  She continued on for several moments before she pulled back.  I was at the point of release and she stopped.

She turned toward me.  A warm smile on her face and suddenly the bonds around my wrists released themselves.

“Lyra?” I asked.

“Don’t talk, I’m a mare, your mare, and I need you to take me like a mare right now,” she said.

I moved and she laid down.  I watched as she presented and I couldn’t deny her.  Crawling up behind her I found her entrance and found the furnace inside.  I plunged into it.  Going as deep as I could and causing a lust filled moan to escape her.  I began to thrust hard into her.  I grabbed her hips, pulling her hard against me, forcing me to go deeper into her, and at that moment she went again.  I know she expected me to go anytime, but she had teased and tormented me for a while, so it was my turn.

It was hard not give into release.  She had pushed me there, got me ready for it, but instead I held off.  I thought of anything that wasn’t sexy in any way, shape, or form as long as I could.  She let out squeaks of pleasure, her moans becoming raspy as we continued.

My fuel for denying my own release was finally dried up.  Every unsexy image I could think of wasn’t doing anything anymore.  Instead I pulled her close, and I felt all of my love, lust, desire, and need pour into her.  She collapsed on the bed and I collapsed beside her.  I could see her breathing heavily, gasping for breath.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” I said.

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“Some of it,” I admitted.

“I did too,” she said between gasps.

“Tired?” I asked.

She nodded and scooted against me.

“Don, we’re together right?” she asked.

“Of course we are,” I said.

“A…Are you going to leave?” she asked.

I knew that was coming.  Was I going to leave Equestria, Ponyville, and her?  I didn’t know how to answer it.  There was my apartment back on Earth, my friends, but this was different.  This was a chance to live out a dream of mine.  It was a real chance to live in a world I had dreamed about.  In a way I would be like the guy from My Little Dashie a Threequel.  Well, there would be a few obvious exceptions, but the fact that I could live here.  I could stay in this bright world meant so much.

I tried to think of a reason to stay.  There wasn’t the problem with family.  I really didn’t have any.  Mom and Dad had both passed.  I figured that I could still communicate with Louis if I wanted to.  The mail did seem to work, and it seemed that some of the unicorns were even attempting to get some of the higher tech stuff to work here.  I knew the technology they were working on.  I had planned on getting a crappy job back home, but what if I could get a job here?

I looked at Lyra and saw the worry in her eyes.

“My official gateway pass is up in a week, and if I don’t leave then I have to reapply for another one to go back to Earth,” I said as I watched her eyes widen, “There’s just not a whole lot to go back for.  I want to stay.  I know it means possibly losing one citizenship, but it’s worth it.”

She snugged into me and I felt her forelegs wrap around my waist.

“I love you doesn’t even come close to saying everything I want to say,” she whispered.

She gently kissed me and snuggled close to me.

“It says everything Lyra,” I said.

We fell asleep, and I knew that when we woke up we were going to be sticking together, and possibly to the bed as well.  That thought didn’t bother me like I thought it would.  I was fine with it.

When I did wake back up I felt some of my hair sticking to my forehead.  I had no illusions about what we had done, and it didn’t bother me.  I feel Lyra’s warm body close to me.  I looked down at her wearing the clothes she was wearing and despite my thoughts about the paddling and submissive part of what we did I couldn’t help but think about how sexy it made her look.

I slid my hand down her back to her cutie mark and cupped her flank.  She scooted closer to me.  I started to move and found that part of my head was stuck to the sheet.  I had heard about this.  Louis had actually warned me about letting things sit too long before.  Now I realized why.  I pulled my head loose and nearly let out a curse.

Lyra seemed to have felt my movement, pulled up and looked into my eyes.

“Hi,” she said sounding groggy.

“Hi, we need a bath,” I said.

“Huh?” she asked.

I got up, holding her, and she began to register what was going on. Within a few seconds we were in the Bathroom, and I was starting to run the water.  She began to focus on what was happening and her horn glowed again.  I watched as her bodice unlaced itself, pulled loose, and floated toward a chair.  Her stockings did the same, and then a bottle of bubble bath floated over to the tub.  She poured some in and once it was done I tested the water before setting her down into it.  I climbed in behind her.

“It’s good that your tub is so large,” I said.

“Large?  This is pretty normal,” she said.

It made sense.  Not all of the ponies in Equestria were unicorns.  Obviously they needed room to do certain things, and that meant big tubs.  The water stopped and I began washing her back.  She let out a satisfied moan as I worked up a lather.

“Do you know if there is anyplace hiring in Ponyville?” I asked.

“I know a bar that’s hiring.  The owner pays pretty well, in a few ways,” she said suggestively.

“Lyra, sweetheart, I don’t mind helping out in the bar, but I don’t want you to think that I’m mooching off of you.  Besides, I’d like to make some money to contribute, so is there any retail or anything like that?” I asked.

“Filthy Rich does have a couple of newer stores.  I heard that he wants somepony that is comfortable with the technology coming over to work in them, but you don’t have to do that.  I really don’t mind if you just want to work here,” she said.

I smiled, leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

“I know, and I love you for it, but I want to help out.  Maybe after we take a bath we can take a trip to one of his stores and see about getting me a job,” I said.

The bath took a little longer than it normally would, but then again I had never really took a bath with anyone before.  I also found that taking a bath with my marefriend lead to a little fooling around, which was I fine with, and a little teasing.  We got out of the bath, and I soon found the set of clothes I had bought at the clothing store.  I was clothed, but I had to open the windows.  To quote a line from another fanficion that I had read some time ago, ‘Aye, this house reeeeeeeks of sin and buggery’.

I walked outside with Lyra and together we walked toward the north end of town.  It was there that I saw another store similar to the clothing store Discord and Fluttershy had taken me to.  It almost looked like an old Smiley-Mart store before they became super-marts.  We walked inside and an older mare greeted us.

“Welcome to the Trotting Tech Central.  Anything I can help you folks with?” she asked.

“Actually, I was looking for a job,” I said.

“Oh, then you want to go all of the way to the back.  I’m not sure if Mr. Rich is here, but if he is then I’m sure that he’ll do an interview,” she said.

We followed her advice and walked toward the back of the store.  On the way I noticed some technology that reminded me of being a kid.  There was a few cassette players, walkmen, or Walkpony rather, and a couple of 8-track players as well.  I noticed one section had car batteries, an 8-track car radio, and speakers together along with instructions on how to hook them up into a wagon.  It almost seemed surreal in a way.

I reached the back and looked at a receptionist.  This was certainly different from any other retail store I had worked at.  Most of the other stores had managers, but there wasn’t a real receptionist.  Instead it was usually one of the new shift leaders, or aspiring managers that got to answer phones.  The receptionist looked up at me, smiled, and extended a hoof.

“How can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m looking for a job,” I said.

“Just a moment,” she said.

She pressed her hoof against a button and a moment later there was a response.

“Yes?” a voice asked.

“Mr. Rich, we have an inquiry about a job,” she said.

“Very well, give me a moment,” he replied.

I watched as the door opened and Filthy Rich stepped out.  He walked up toward the two of us, looked at Lyra, and then at me.

“Who would like a job?” he asked.

“I would.  I’ve got several years of retail experience, I know the technology in this store like the back of my hand, and I do have a bachelors’ degree.  I can promise you that if you hire me I will do everything I can to prove that you’ve made a good choice,” I said.

He walked over to a table, picked up a cassette, and carried it back to me.  I could already see the problem with it.  At some point the tape had gotten snagged and twisted.

“Could you fix this?” he asked.

I nodded, and looked at it.

“Do you happen to have a set of precision tools?” I asked.

A moment later I was given a small tool kit that had a few small precision screwdrivers and sockets in it.  I quickly went to work taking the tape casing apart.  When it was I lifted the two reels and looked at where the twist was.  It would be easy enough to fix.  I moved the tape slightly, causing the twist to come out, and then replaced it back into the case.  Within seconds I had it together again and presented it to him.

He placed it into a player, rewound it a little, and then pressed play.  It played, didn’t have a pause, and he smiled.

“That would have saved me ten bits if you would have been here half an hour earlier.  Can you do this to all of these tapes?  Repair them like this?” he asked.

“I can most of them.  The ones that had been stretched or broken I can splice back together, but there will be sections missing.  It wouldn’t be complete,” I said.

He nodded, and then grinned.

“I need somepony who knows this technology.  Most of the ponies here have fallen in love with it, and there is talk about bringing television over.  From what I understand there is a tape player in your world that should work here.  If it does come over then that would mean the possibility of selling home theater equipment.  You said that you know everything in this store, but do you know about these home theater tape players?” he asked.

I nodded.

“I do, and I know how clean them if the heads get dirty,” I said.

“That’s what I wanted to know.  I’ll start you out at 80 bits for an eight hour day, and if we ever have you work overtime I will ensure to increase your pay to be double for every hour over the eight hour mark.  You’ll be given a full hour lunch, and all of my employees get two days off a week, and two paid weeks off a year.  Does that sound good to you?” he asked.

“It does,” I said.

He extended a hoof to me, and I shook it.

“Welcome aboard.  Get with Miss Drops so she can get your personal information.  I’d like for you to start tomorrow.  Eight am sharp,” he said.

“That’s fine with me.  I’ll be here,” I said.

He nodded and walked back toward the office.  I watched as the recepitionist motioned both me and Lyra over.

“Welcome aboard, since you’re going to be working here that means that you’ll be geting a discount card to all of Mr. Rich’s stores in Ponyville.  That includes Rich's Barnyard Bargains,” she said as she looked at us, “Also, are you two together, or together together?  I’m asking because I could get away with getting her a discount card as well.”

“We’re together together,” Lyra said.

“Good to know,” she said.

I told her the information she asked about.  I gave her my name, address, my status as an Equestrian citizen, then she suggested that I switch banks to the local Ponyville branch of the Royal Treasury Bank of Equestria.  It made sense to do so since it would be so hard to do my banking with my old bank.

Once we were done we walked out.  I stopped by the post office and wrote a quick letter to Louis.

“Louis,

What’s up man?  Hey, look buddy.  I think that I’m going to be staying in Equestria for a while.  You’re really about the only person that I know really would care one way or another about knowing.  Hell, to be honest you’re about the best friend I had back home.  That said man, I like it here.  It’s nice, really nice, and the folks are super friendly.  I’ve got a job working for Filthy Rich.  I’m serious man I’m working for Filthy Rich.  That’s awesome!  Anyway man, I’m going to be sending some money through later, and if you wouldn’t mind I might ask a big favor of you in seeing that my stuff in my old apartment gets sent over to me.

Thanks man.

You’re the best,

Your buddy,

Don.

PS, dude, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Pinkie, but seriously man.  Don’t knock it until you tried it.” I wrote.

I sealed the envelope up, wrote Louis’ address on it, and gave it to the pony working behind the counter.  Hopefully he would have it in a few days.  I walked out with Lyra and looked at the place I was going to have to start calling home.

“Lyra, what kind of pay am I getting at Trotting Tech Central?” I asked as we walked.

She stopped, and seemed to consider how to answer.

“It’s not bad.  It’s better than being a hired pony at Sweet Apple Acres, but I wouldn’t say it is the best pay in the world.  It’s kind of like this.  You’re getting eighty bits a day.  So, that would be four hundred bits a week.  That means you’re getting about sixteen hundred bits a month.  Now, that sounds good until you consider the cost of living.  Ponyville is fairly cheap compared to other places, but even here sixteen hundred bits covers rent, food, a little entertainment, and that’s about it,” she said.

“So it’s a little above minimum wage,” I replied.

“Minimum what?” she asked.

“Minimum wage, back on Earth in my country we have a list of wages that are considered to be livable.  Minimum wage is the bare minimum that someone could live off of if they are working forty hours a week.  To be honest most folks that end up with a minimum wage job can barely afford to feed themselves.  Usually they end up having to get subsidized housing and food vouchers from the Government in order to make ends meet,” I replied.

“Then how is it the bare minimum?” she asked.

“It’s the bare minimum for one person.  It’s sort of like telling these folks that they can’t have a relationship if they can’t get a better paying job,” I said.

“Oh, that’s cruel.  No, that’s not how things work here, and your pay might not be over the top, but it’s not bad,” she said.

I smiled, walked back with her to her bar and thought about everything she said, and everything I was doing.  This world, this wonderful world, was beyond amazing.  I had a serious chance to live a happy life.  It was the kind of life that I know my mom wanted for me.  I offered my hand to Lyra, and she placed her hoof in it as we walked.  It felt nice knowing that things were looking up.  There was a job that I looked forward to starting tomorrow, I was living with my marefriend, and for once I didn’t dread waking up in the morning.  I hadn’t been this happy since the portal had opened between Equestria and our world.

Sure, I was going to miss a few things.  I was going to miss surfing the internet, playing some games on my consoles, but all of that was pretty trivial compared to where I was.  We walked inside of the bar and Lyra flicked her tail giving me a view of her.

“We should celebrate you getting a new job,” she said.

I followed her in and closed the door.