Lyra pushed open the door and followed her levitating lyre into the house. She'd spent the last four hours giving music lessons at Ponyville school. Teaching children was fulfilling, but tiring.

"Hey Lyra," called her partner from the kitchen, "a parcel arrived while you were out. It's on the table."

Lyra put the lyre in the corner and trotted across the room to the table. "Squee!" she squealed when she saw its size and shape. It must have been the toy she'd ordered from that specialist mail order shop.

She used her magic to rip the parcel open and levitate out the contents.

"Bon Bon!" she shouted excitedly, using her partner's pet name, "it's here! It's finally here!"

Her fillyfriend emerged from the kitchen, pushing a hostess trolley containing two plates of food. Lyra helped her out by levitating the plates onto the table.
"I don't know why you get so excited about those," sighed the cream-coloured earth pony.

Lyra gave her a kiss on the cheek, and the two ponies sat down to eat. "They're so cute," she replied, "and at the end of each comic there's always a lesson about friendship."

Her partner gave an exasperated look. She didn't understand why Lyra loved the My Little Human series so much. It was bad enough when she was just reading the comics, but now she was buying the toys too. "Yes, there's a LESSON at the end because it's for SCHOOL FILLIES!" she pointed out.

"They might be the primary demographic, Bon Bon, but the writers know that it's the parents that always end up reading the comics to their fillies, so they try to make them suitable for a wide audience," explained Lyra.

Her fillyfriend sighed. This was a topic they'd discussed countless times before, and she didn't think she had much chance of changing Lyra's mind. Instead she changed the topic, albeit only slightly. "So which one is this? Is it Bop Smiff?" Even though she wasn't a fan of the comics herself, she'd picked up an almost encyclopedic knowledge of its characters from Lyra.

"Bob Smith," Lyra corrected her. "Yes it's Bob Smith. Bob Smith is best human!" she giggled.

"Bop Smiff, Bob Smith, whatever. Those humans have such silly names," complained Sweetie Drops.

"I completely agree," said Banana Fluff heading for the door. "See you later girls, and thanks for letting me borrow your shower!"

"What was Banana doing here?" asked Lyra once the yellow unicorn who lived next door had left.

"Oh, her plumbing's being repaired," replied Sweetie Drops, "and she can't use the water at her house."

In this way the conversation moved onto other topics, and in time the two ponies finished their dinner.

* * *

Later, Lyra and Sweetie Drops were lying on the couch, each reading. Sweetie Drops yawned. "Well, I'm off to bed," she announced.

"Already?" asked Lyra, looking up from her comic.

"Yes, I've got a big order of candy canes to ship tomorrow and I've barely started work on it," explained Sweetie. "And Twist can't help because she's got school tomorrow," she added, referring to her apprentice.

Lyra flicked though the remainder of her comic. She only had a few pages to go. "OK, I'll be up in a few minutes," she promised. "Bon Bon, maybe we can, ummm..." she smiled suggestively, fluttering her eyelids. She knew her golden eyes were one of her most irresistible features.

"No Lyrie, not tonight, I'm really tired and I need to get up early in the morning," said Sweetie Drops, who had guessed where the rest of Lyra's question was going.

Sweetie Drops trotted up the stairs while Lyra went back to her reading. Soon she was finished with the comic. She thought about going up to bed. She thought about going up to bed and having to stare at the back of her sleeping fillyfriend's mane, and lie there all sexually frustrated. If this were a rare occurrence, it would be understandable, but it was becoming more and more frequent. Even a little cuddling would be better than nothing.

Cuddling? At least Lyra knew somepony, or rather somebody, that would never turn down a cuddle. She used her magic to levitate her plush Bob toy from the table to her, and gave him a big old hug with her front legs. He was about as tall as one of her legs, and about as wide as one too.

Playfully Lyra kissed Bob's little mouth. She imagined him kissing her back.

She took one of his little hands, and brushed it against her cheek. "Oh Bob," she whispered to him, "you're so gentle with me." Lyra giggled. This was fun.

She used his hand to caress her cheek, and stroke her neck and chest. She wondered if...? No, that would be weird, right? She looked around, and listened for any sounds upstairs. Complete silence.

She moved his hand further down her body, bringing it between her hind legs. Lyra started rubbing it along the length of her slit. It was an unfamiliar sensation. A hoof would move easily across the moist skin there, but the hand of the plushie absorbed the small amounts of wetness, so the contact felt very dry.

She brought his hand to her clitoris and started rubbing there in little circles. The squidgy toy was much softer than her hoof, and she had to press harder to get the same sensation. The same, but also not quite the same. It felt warmer than her hoof would, and certainly a lot naughtier.

Although Bob's hand kept her clit nice and dry, she could feel the rest of that area getting wetter by the minute. Lyra's breathing intensified and she could feel herself getting close to orgasm. Her foalhole was begging to be filled with something.

Lyra shifted her position to allow better access, and stuffed both his legs inside her. Minutes earlier, it would have been uncomfortable as the dry plushie soaked up the small amounts of juices were normally inside of her passage. But now, she was so turned on that she was dripping wet, so the legs slid in easily.

Bob's hand was still on Lyra's clitoris. But Lyra realised that his head was in just the right position for it now. While using one hoof to slide the human's legs in and out of her foalhole, she used another to grind his face against her clitoris. It felt fantastic; the face had lots of little stitches to create the eye, nose, and mouth details, and they felt delightful being rubbed against her most sensitive parts. Almost like he was designed exactly for this.

Lyra's thighs started to quiver, and she gasped as she reached orgasm. Her back arched, and her foalhole started milking the plushie's legs. (Not that anything was going to come out of them.) Ripples of pleasure spread across her body. She stopped rubbing Bob's face against her now too sensitive clitoris, and settled with just holding him against it.

After a few moments, Lyra sighed and took Bob back into her arms, giving him a tight cuddle while she regained her breath and regained her composure.

A few minutes later, having cuddled and kissed Bob, and enjoyed the aroma and flavour of her own juices, the satisfied green unicorn got up and looked for something to clean him up with. She toweled him off as best she could, and left him on a chair to dry, hoping that he wouldn't be stained by her copious juices.

Lyra blew Bob a kiss as she started up the stairs, and got ready for bed. To her surprise, she found Sweetie Drops was still awake, reading a book. Lyra slipped into bed.

"Hey Lyrie," said Sweetie Drops, "you know, I was thinking... you're right, it has been a while since we... you know?" Sweetie Drops blushed.

Lyra nodded.

Sweetie Drops put her front leg around her fillyfriend and drew her into an embrace. "If you want," she continued, fluttering her eyelids, "we could pretend to be pony and human again."

Lyra grinned. Sweetie Drops always came up with the kinkiest ideas. Tonight was shaping up to be the best night ever.

Author's Note

VitalSpark: If you liked this, please follow me, as I'm planning to publish a much longer Lyra x Human story soon.

sbloom85: I wonder if Equestria has dry-cleaning?