Pets

A pony stared at him. A mint green mare stared at him. A mint green mare stared at him and edged closer to him on the wooden bench. A mint green mare, with wide, golden eyes, stared up at him, in his face, with a beaming smile plastered on her face; her horn inches from his nose.

"Can I help you?" Grey finally felt compelled to ask, lest she stabbed him in the eye with her horn. He removed the headphones.

"Will you pet me?" she inquired with her forehooves on his knees and expectant, shimmering eyes.

"What will happen if I don't?" Grey hesitantly questioned.

"I. Will. Die," the pony stated grimly. She giggled and picked up his hand between her hooves, "I have always been fascinated by hands! Or the lack thereof, more specifically! All the tools and utensils seemed to be designed for primate hands, not pony hooves! How do you explain that?"

"Yeah, I noticed that, too," Grey yanked his hand away from the eccentric pony. He looked around, "Do your orderlies know you escaped?"

The mint pony laughed, "You. Are. Hilarious! I'm Lyra! I got discharged three days ago!"

Grey chuckled nervously, "Ha ha. . . yeah. . ."

"So, will you pet me?" Lyra smiled and tilted her head to one side.

"You're not going to bite me are you?"

"No!" she giggled and snorted, "I'm over that phase."

Grey stared into Lyra's vibrant eyes and smiled back at her, "Okay." He quickly brushed his hand through her mane.

Lyra smile turned upside down and became a pout, "That is not a pet."

"Just wanted to make sure no sharp objects would poke me," he joked. He rubbed the top of her head and she smiled. She leant into his hand and he started to stroke her neck simultaneously. Much to his surprise, Lyra was soft and fluffy, even more so than Luna, he had to admit. He scratched her behind her ear and she melted in his lap. Grey laughed, "You like that?"

"Ooohhhh yeaaaaahhh," she moaned softly.

Grey had to stop himself before he started getting aroused. Lyra whimpered up at him with big, sad eyes, "Sorry, darlin', I'm already takin'."

"Oh. . ." Lyra jumped down off him, "Thank you." She circled her hoof in the dust, "C-Can you pet me again some other time?"

"Well. . ." the sudden flip from day to night caught everyone by surprise.

Princess Luna landed on the ground, which cracked the earth. Her eyes glaring at the mint mare, "Lord Grey."

"Yes, your Highness?" Grey got up and bowed before the alicorn and hid the quivering mare behind him.

"Your presence is required at the castle," Princess Luna loomed close to him.

"Princess," Grey stepped aside, "This is Lyra, one of your biggest fans and loyal of subjects."

"Eep!" Lyra squeaked and hid under her hooves.

Luna's face softened upon seeing the frightened pony. She noticed the smirk Grey held and snorted. She returned the night into day and flew off.

Grey pet Lyra's back, "It's alright. It would seem the fate of Equestria lies in me being faithful." He winked at her.

"You. . . and the Princess?" her mouth dropped.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that at this time," Grey chuckled. "Onyx has hands," he started off to the train station, "very. . . explorative hands."

Lyra beamed from ear to ear, "I'll keep an eye out!"

Night blanketed the land in a cool darkness. Jet sat on the granite balcony and stared up at the stars. Chrysalis had paraded her through the castle the whole day with that diaper on and Jet just felt like dying. The two weeks of not doing homework was not worth all the embarrassment. Her ears swiveled to the balcony door opening, she turned to see who it was and rolled her eyes.

Onyx gently closed the glass door behind him and walked out onto the balcony with a soft smile. The filly instantly turned away and sucked her teeth at him. Onyx stood beside her and let the wind chill his bones. His black leather duster flapped against his black pants and light, gray t-shirt. He had his hands resting in his pant pockets.

Jet noticed him flexing his wings but tried to pay no attention to him. He heaved a sigh and sat on the ground with his legs sprawled out and arms behind him. The midnight filly edged away from the dragon. The two sat in silence on the balcony watching the stars shimmer in the sky.

Onyx yawned and stretched his arms. He got up, dusted himself off, and went to the glass door and said, "Training starts at the crack of dawn in the Training Yard."

Jet turned to him but saw him close the door. She knew better than to go inside and disturb her mother with any noise. She huffed and got to her feet. Once inside, she passed by her mother's bed. She saw her mother already wrapped in Onyx's embrace. She rolled her violet eyes and hopped into her bed.

"Killy."

"Amy."

"Let's have sex," Amy suggested rather frankly which caused Kyllgorr to choke and spit out his iced tea.

"Wh-what?" he managed to say after composing himself and cleaning the mess he made.

The red unicorn pounced on him and gazed at his saffron eyes with her amethyst gems. "Let's. Have. Sex." she restated in between kisses.

"Amy, I. . ." Kyllgorr was blushing violently, "I have never. . . you know. . ."

"Precisely! That's why I want to," she bit his lower lip, "educate you," she winked.

"I don't want to hurt you, Amy," Kyllgorr said with concern. "When I get. . . riled up, I become unpredictable."

"Maybe I like a little pain," she teased and started kissing his neck.

"Please, Amy," he pushed her away and held her shoulder in his hands, "I. . . am not ready. . ."

Amy sensed his uncertainty and saw the fear in his eyes. Her heart melted, "Okay, Killy." She rested her head on his chest and nuzzled him, "Will you pet me?"

Kyllgorr kissed the top of his princess' head and stroked her neck lovingly, "Anything for you."