Author's Note
An old story from 2013 that I never formatted and put on here. I dunno why I never did, but here it is.
Human Lover
You have adjusted fairly well to your life in Ponyville. It's only been three weeks, but things are going well now. Ponies aren't afraid of you anymore. You've actually made a few friends! Vinyl seemed like a cool pony, and she wasn't even afraid of you at all, either. She had some mad DJ skills, too. Now your main concern in life was getting a job. You didn't really know what to do here. Plus a lot of ponies weren't ready to hire you yet. At least you got financial help from the Royal Sisters. They were both very nice. Ponyville was a great place too. A very quaint little town. You enjoy walking down the streets and relaxing. You wave to Berry as you pass her. That pony sure loved drinking.
"NO! WAY!"
Some pony was yelling very loudly. You turn around just in time to see a mint colored pony slam into you. She knocks your ass to the ground and stands on top of you.
"OH MY GOSH IT'S A REAL HUMAN! YOU HAVE HANDS AND EVERYTHING!"
This pony is crazy.
"If you don't get off of me, you'll see how good these hands are at choking!"
She looks slightly frightened. "Oh! Sorry!"
She quickly gets off. She even helps you up with her magic.
"Sorry! I'm just SO excited! You're a real HUMAN!"
This pony has managed the impossible. She is actually more excited about a new face than Pinkie was, and Pinkie was more than a mouthful.
The green pony just keeps staring at you.
"Uh, what do you want?"
"YOU'RE A HUMAN!"
The entire street is staring at the two of you. Standing there in the middle of everything is getting quite uncomfortable.
"I know, what's the big deal?" You lower your voice trying to calm her down.
She throws herself at your legs and hug you. "You're PERFECT!"
This green pony must be insane.
"Sorry about Lyra, she's a big fan of humans," a calm voice speaks. A cream colored pony walks up to the two of you. Her mane is blue and pink. She's also carrying luggage and doesn't look too happy.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It's better than being hated."
The cream pony smiles at you. Lyra just keeps tightening her hug. She's also nudging you with her cheek. It's actually quite nice. You get an idea. When you first got here, there's something you always wanted, but you never dared asking. This pony, however.
"Hey, uh, Lyra?"
She looks up at you with enormous eyes.
"You said... my name."
She sounds on the verge of crying.
"Uh, yeah. Hey, I was wondering, could I ride around you for a bit?"
Her face scrunches up slightly. "I think you're too big for that."
"Oh, come on! Just for a little bit. Please, Lyyyra?"
She actually blushed at that. You hear the cream pony groaning.
"Okay! Giddy up!"
This is too rich. You sit down the little pony. Surprisingly enough, she is able to carry you. She does groan slightly as she starts moving, though. But she manages to ride around at fairly good speed. You'd love a picture of this. You, on a mint green pony, smiling like a child. After a few laps around herself, you get off. She looks tired, but happy.
"Hey, thanks!"
Once again she blushes. She truly is a weird pony. You don't want to abuse this pony's good will, but now seems like a good chance to ask.
"I'm new here, obviously, and I really need a job. Any of you got something available? I wouldn't require much pay."
"YES!"
Once again Lyra failed to speak at a normal volume. The cream pony looks like she had her ears blown off. You feel bad for her, but you can't help but love Lyra already.
"Really? You do? What kind of job is it?"
She opens her mouth but closes it again. "It's, uh, a, uh..."
well this sure sounds promising
"J-just come by in an hour, you'll see!"
She sounds ever so slightly nervous now.
"Lyra, you don't-"
"Shh!" Lyra is giving you the biggest smile you've seen in your life. It's quite heart-warming, actually. "So, are you coming by?"
You nod at her. "Yes, I'll be there. I'll bring cookies, too."
"YEEEEEEEEEES!"
Lyra is pratically dancing around the streets now. Strangely enough she's dancing on two legs. It's absolutely adorable. The cream pony looks really tired of her antics.
"Ugh, Mane Street 36", is all she says
"Thanks. You think you can handle her like this?"
The cream pony looks at Lyra and sighs.
"I'll try. By the way, I'm Bon-Bon." She reaches out her hoof. You shake it gently and smile.
"Well, we'd better get going. Right, Lyra?"
Lyra actually stops dancing. She runs to you at the speed of light and hugs your legs again.
"See you in an hour!"
She gives and extra tight squeeze and goes with Bon-Bon. You wave at her and her eyes go all wide again. She keeps waving until they turn a corner. What a successful conversation. At least you've got the next hour off to do what you please.
Better go get those cookies. Otherwise your stupid ass would probably forget. You recall that Pinkie was working in a pastry of some kind. She would probably gladly make some cookies for you, so you move towards Sugarcube Corner. It takes you about five minutes to get there. As you open the door the bell rings. An overpowering aroma of sweets and cake assaults your nostrils. This place smells positively divine!
"Be there in a jiffy!" you hear from the back
You walk up to the counter. There are so many different cakes and cookies on display. You think you recognize some of them. But it's probably better to ask Pinkie. Don't want to end up with something crappy. Not that you think she actually makes bad cakes. Maybe.
"Oh, hey Anon!"
You swear this pony is a formula 1 car.
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'd like to buy some cookies."
"Cookies? Oh, I have so MANY cookies! There's blueberry, raspberry, crunchy, chocolate, cookies with frosting, strawberry frosting, big cookies, small cookies, orange cookies, brown cookies-"
"Pinkie!"
She finally shuts up. She can be a bit much sometimes.
"Oh, sorry!"
"Can you recommend some specific ones? I don't know what to get."
"Sure! Blueberry cookies are great, but the big, strawberry-frosted ones are amaaaazing as well! Or! I could make you some of my... super special super Pinkie cookies!"
The way she said that last part sounded strange. She even winked afterwards.
"What's the 'super special' cookies?"
Pinkie laughs. "Silly Anon! They wouldn't be special if I told you!"
You chuckle nervously. "I guess not. Can I have some of those within the next 40 minutes? I've got an appointment."
Pinkie's eyes widen up. "Ooooh! What kind of 'appointment', Anon?"
You actually blush. But you're just looking for a job, that's all.
"I'm getting a job, so I'm bringing cookies."
"You're getting a job? That calls for a PARTY!"
"Pinkie, not right now. I'd just like my cookies."
She looks sad for a second. But then she brightens up even faster and disappears into the kitchen. She comes back in exactly 4 and a half minute with a load of cookies in a box.
"There you go!"
"That was quick."
"Well, I'm not the third best baker in Ponyville for nothing!"
She's beaming like a child.
"I guess not. How much are they?"
"Free! It's on the house. Celebratory cookies for your new job!"
Pinkie truly is a happy pony. Normally you didn't take stuff for free, but you didn't have much money in the first place.
"Thanks! Have a great day, Pinkie." You start walking towards the door.
"You too, Anon! Say hello to Lyra from me!"
You stop in your tracks and turn to face her. She's gone. You had heard about her strange psychic-like powers before, yet it's still creepy. Oh well, you have your cookies and half an hour to spare.
Well, might as well tidy yourself up. You gotta look presentable for this thing. You don't really have the time to go home and shower. However, Rarity lives nearby. Maybe she'd want to help out. Granted, it took a while for her to open up to you, but now she's fascinated with your posture and body. She said looking at you is like looking at a blank canvas. Apparently she'd love to use you as a model for clothing. But you're not going there for that; it'd take too long. Just need to look good. You make your way there in a couple of minutes. You knock on the door and a response comes instantly.
"Comiiiiing!"
You chuckle to yourself. The white fashionista pony opens the door.
"Oh, Anon! Have you reconsidered my offer?"
She's beaming. Everyone is so happy today.
"No, I'm afraid not. I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
She looks surprised. "A favor? What kind of favor, darling?"
"Well, I've got a dat- appointment, and I want to look presentable. I thought you might be able to help." That caught her attention.
"Anon, did you just say you have a date?"
That cheeky cunt with her cheeky smile. You feel spaghetti manifesting in your pockets.
"No, look, it's not a date. I was offered a job, and I want to look presentable, can you help?"
She looks disappointed.
"Well, sure, I guess it won't take too long. And it'll be a nice break from work! Do come in."
You step into the shop. It's a god damn mess. Fabric and string everywhere. How she can make heads or tails of this, you have no idea. The smell of cookies are already invading the whole room.
"Come over here, darling", she says.
You walk over next to the little podium she's on. She's already got tons of things hovering near her. Some of it looks like make up, the rest, you have no idea.
"So, darling, what job are you getting?"
She's started on your hair. You've no idea what she's doing, but it's probably fine.
"I dunno, to be honest."
"You don't know? How can you not know?" She's moved on to your face. Her products reek of girl.
"Well, Lyra offered me a job, but truth be told, she didn't say what it was. Also, what's she like? I don't know much about her."
"She's quite the strange pony. She's been obsessed with humans her entire life. There's many old tales of your species, but nobody ever believed them."
Tales about humans, that's actually pretty cool.
"But she's a nice pony. When she doesn't talk about humans all the time, at least."
You're still thinking about human tales. Lyra would have to tell you some of those.
"Darling, those cakes smell positively divine! Mind if I have one? You could consider it payment for this."
"Of course you can have one, but I have to warn you. They're special, fattenting Pinkie Pie cookies."
Rarity gives the cookies a second glance. She looks pained.
"Not that you need to worry. You're too fabulous for that."
She looks taken aback by that. "Well, I guess I am quite fabulous, aren't I?"
You chuckle and nod.
"Oh, well, a single one couldn't hurt."
She levitates a cookie to her mouth and sniffs it. The look on her face melts into pure bliss. Before long the entire cookie is gone.
"That was extraordinary! But it didn't taste at all like Pinkie's fattening cookies."
Uh oh.
"You've... had those before?"
"Well, you get to try once of everything at some point." She gives you a cheeky smile.
"All done!"
She levitates a mirror to you. Hot damn she transformed you into a solid 9/10. You look damn good!
"Wow! Thanks, Rarity! You're the best."
"You're welcome, darling. Please reconsider my offer, though."
"I'll think about it." You grab the cookies and go towards the door. "Oh, by the way, these weren't fattening cookies, don't worry. They were just 'super special Pinkie cookies'."
Rarity's faces distorts into pure horror
"WHAT?!" She immediately starts hiding all of her dresses and fabric.
"Uh, what's wrong?"
She doesn't even hear you. She's just grumbling and praying to Celestia. What the fuck did Pinkie give you? Oh well, it can't be that bad. You leave the shop in a brisk walk. There's just enough time for any last minute errands. However, there's really not anything you need to get done. Might as well get to Lyra's a bit early.
The walk there is nice and quiet. Some ponies are even nice enough to wave to you. Man, today really is a great day. You arrive at Mane Street 36 five minutes early. You have no idea if being early is rude or not in Equestria. Might as well wait those five minutes. After just one minute you're bored. Maybe you could take a quick peek inside. That wouldn't be too rude, surely. You're going in there anyway.
You find the nearest window and look in. Lyra is in there. She's rushing around the room, finding random objects. You notice something on the bed. It looks like a collar. A leash. A whip? What the hell is that pony doing? And what the hell is your job going to involve?
You don't have much time to think about it before it's time. You knock on the door. Surprisingly, Bon-Bon opens. She seems much happier than before.
"Hi, Anon. Come in, Lyra's in her room."
You smile and do a little bow. She closes the door behind you. You go to Lyra's door and knock on it.
"Just a second!"
You hear some commotion from inside. After a few seconds you're greeted with the smile of the minty pony.
"Anon! Come in!"
She's covered up her bed with a blanket. In her room are drawings of humans. A lot of them. It's sort of creepy. Then again, Rarity did say she was obsessed with humans.
"So, what's this job you've got for me, Lyra?"
Once again she's hugging your legs. You were looking forward to sitting down a bit, but that's not going to happen when she's this relentless.
"Uh, Lyra?"
"Oh! Uh, sorry, hehe." She lets you go. "L-let's wait with the job part. We can just talk!"
You don't see why not. You sit down on her bed and put the cookies down.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
"Your HANDS!"
Not exactly what you had expected.
"My hands?" You hold one up. It's like she's in trance. "What's so special about those?"
She doesn't answer. She's just moving closer to your hand. She starts touching it, studying your fingers and your palm.
"Uh, Lyra?" No response.
"Lyra?" Nothing.
"Lyra!"
Finally she snaps out of it.
"W-what?"
"What are you doing?"
"N-nothing. It's just... your hands are soooo..."
You snap your fingers. "Lyra, you're doing it again."
"Oh, WOW! Can you do that again?! It was awesome!"
You snap your fingers again. She squeals like a little kid on Christmas Eve.
"Anon, you are amazing."
She sounds distant, even though she's staring right at you. Eyes wide like the first time you met her. She puts her hoof on your hand and nuzzles it. You know exactly what would impress her right now.
"Hey, Lyra?"
"Mhmmmmmmm?"
Creepy.
"Check this out."
You get up and start doing the hand jive. Lyra is watching everything with eyes so big they almost fill her entire face. Never before and never again will you impress a woman with such a laughable 'dance' move. But Lyra is eating all of it up.
"That's amazing..." She trails off as she speaks. Her eyes follow your every move of your hands. After a minute or two you stop and sit down next to her again.
"Hands are spectacular".
"What is it about hands you like so much?"
"I don't know. They're just so flexible and dexterous. You can do so many things with them!"
That is quite true.
"Well, you have magic. I'd gladly trade my hands for magic."
"That's nothing. Magic is so... normal."
Although many of the ponies possess magic, you would never think of it as 'normal'. You realize Lyra is staring at you again.
Now it's time to be a little more bold.
"Watch this."
She stares at your hand until it reaches her belly.
"What are you-" She is instantly silenced as you commence the belly rubbing. Her eyes go wide and she tumbles backwards
into the bed.
"Oh! Celestia, yes!"
Wow, she's really enjoying this! You vary your scratching once in a while. She seems to enjoy the slow and calculated rubbing the most. Her tongue is hanging out of her mouth. It's the most adorable sight you've ever seen. You realize that when she's laying like this you've got a full view of her privates. Now you realize she's really excited. It's quite the view, too. It hadn't taken you long to get attracted to ponies. They acted just like humans anyway. Well, except for Lyra. She was quite special. Eventually she starts moaning. After doing so, she blushes and sticks a hoof in her mouth. You're just enjoying her soft mint fur. It feels far better than anything you've ever touched. Although she's stuffed herself, you can still hear the occasional moan slip through her defense. Her face is almost completely red at this point.
Lyra is melting from the touch of your hand. She's been reduced to a blob of moans and panting. An idea strikes your genius mind. When you're absolutely sure she's completely distracted you reach under the blanket. You quickly find the collar and leash. This is going to be fun. With your remaining hand, you manage to put the leash on the collar. You start scratching her belly extra well for but a second. She goes completely wild and throws her upper body up for a second. With your ninja speed, you place the collar where her neck will land. You did so perfectly. She doesn't even seem to notice. With your remaining hand, you start scratching her neck. Her moaning is filling the entire room. You hope Bon-Bon doesn't mind. With one swift movement you manage to clasp the collar. She's too lost in pleasure, so she doesn't notice. You firmly grab the leash and stop the belly-rubbing. It takes her full minutes to regain her senses.
"Oh... Wow... Anon"
She's still panting. You hold up the leash. A shit-eating grin unfolds on your face. Lyra's eyes go wide as she realizes what you've done. Once more her face turns red.
"Well, well. Aren't you precious?"
For the first time since you've met her, she can't face you. She keeps looking frantically around the room. You tug the leash to get her attention.
"Hey! Look at me when I'm speaking to you!"
You normally never act like this, but it's turning you on harder than you've ever been. Lyra faces you slowly. Embarrassment is plastered all over her face.
"Were you going to use this on me, huh?"
"N-no.."
You give the leash another tug. "No, what?"
"N-no, M-master."
"That's a good pony."
Never before have you had such a raging hard-on. This is the stuff of dreams.
"Good ponies deserve a treat."
You grab a cookie from the box and hold it in front of her. She sniffs it and starts drooling.
"Go ahead, eat it."
She eats it from your hand. As she finishes it she burps quietly. Everything about her is adorable.
"Now, tell me: What's so special about these cookies?"
"W-what do you mean?"
You tug the leash. She groans.
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Rarity freaked out when she heard they were special Pinkie cookies. Why?"
Once more you get the same reaction. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She looks frantically from your hand to your eyes.
"Did... did you just give me a special Pinkie cookie?"
"Yeah, so?"
"You've got five minutes to get out of here."
What the fuck.
"What? Why?"
"Special Pinkie cookies are magical. They enhance the desire for what you want the most when you eat them."
"Well, what do you desire right now?"
Never in your life have you had such a cheeky smile on your face. Lyra mumbles something. You tug the leash a bit harder than before.
"I'm talking to you, pet."
More mumbling. More leash tugging.
"I said I'm talking to you!"
"YOU! I want YOU! I want you hard! I want you to fuck me! I want your babies!"
You almost come right then and there. Now you really gotta play this out properly, and get the very most out of the situation. First things first: you get up and lock the door.
"Is that so?"
She nods silently. Her mint coat is almost completely red.
"What, exactly, do you want?"
Even more mumbling. That means even more tugging.
"I thought we went over this."
She looks up at you. "I want you to use your hands on me, master."
That was slightly disappointing. "Is that all?"
"N-no, master."
"What more, then?"
"I want you to use your - ugh - hands on me. Explore every part of me with them. A-and then - argh - the rest of y-you, master."
She's making some weird noises. It must be the special cookie. A brilliant idea hits your mind. You get down on your knees, looking her straight in the eye.
"Is this what you want?"
Slowly, you put your hand in front of her face. She's got a crazed look in her eyes as she stares longingly at your hands. Her tongue is even popping out every once in a while.
"Good pets wait until their master says 'go'".
She whines and pleads with you. With a smile, you tug the leash once again.
"C-cookie..."
It begins. Something in her eyes change. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you know it's started.
"You."
She leaps at you, but you push her off. You tug the leash harder than before.
"You better be a good pet or you're getting nothing."
You can tell she's aching from sitting still; and she is only barely sitting still.
"Get on the bed."
She moves so fast she actually pulls you with her. She lays down on her back. Her slit is on full display. You kneel down next to her. Slowly, you lower your hands onto her belly. A sharp gasp escapes her throat. She is damn hot.
"Now, I'll let you guide me. Tell me what you want."
"Down."
Shit, she doesn't waste any time. But you sure will. You caress every part of her belly. Slowly. You move your hands so slowly. You pinch and scratch every part of her as you move downwards.
"Faster!"
"You don't get to decide everything."
She whines, but it turns into a lustful moan. As you reach the spot just above her slit, she moans louder than she can scream. You just move your hands to her thighs instead. You squeeze and nuzzle them carefully. She smacks a hoof to her face in agony. Just having your hands here you can feel her heat. She's even dripping onto the sheets. But you're just moving down her legs, making sure to take in every part of them.
"A-anon, please!"
After reaching her hooves you slowly move back up.
"PLEASE!"
You take your time. Her legs get a second round. Until you finally reach her slit once more. She whines even more than before. Her lower body is slowly inching towards your fingers.
"Say 'please'".
"P-please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, Master."
You stay like this for a good, full minute. All the while Lyra is panting and whining. Eventually you decide to give her just a little. So very slowly you slide a finger onto her slit. She is in so much ecstasy she can't even say a word. Only when you remove your finger does she moan. It's louder than anything you've heard from her so far. You start stroking her mane with your free hand.
"You're such a good pet."
Even this is getting her off. Her mane is so very soft. It's like running your hands through silk. Once more you slide your finger across her slit. The look on her face as you does so is intoxicating. So you decide to do it just a few more times. Lyra is soaking wet. Your finger is completely drenched after a few slides. Wanting to test how much she can endure, you nuzzle her clit ever so gently. Her whole body spasms and you remove your finger.
"N-no! Please! So close!"
You wait a minute. When she's calmed down you nuzzle it again. Once more her body spasms and you deny her what she needs. She's shaking and panting. With the hand stroking her mane, you grab her head. You twist it towards yourself and lock eyes with her. Calmly, but still so very firmly you speak.
"You're mine."
She simply looks at you. Then she does her best to nod. Her words are a mere whimper.
"P-please."
She looks so weak and pathetic. All she wants is sweet release. But you're not gonna give that to her. It's been all about her so far. Instead, you get up and pull down your pants. Lyra is eyeing you carefully. Slowly, you remove your boxers. Your raging boner stands at full attention.
"Come over here."
You tug on her leash as you say so. She scampers over in front of you. Her eyes are fixated on your dick. She's biting her lower lip. Just her breath on it feels godlike. You tug on her leash to get her attention.
"Suck it, and do it well."
She nods slowly and goes back to staring at it. You notice one of her hooves moving towards her nether region. You tug her leash extra hard this time.
"Hey! No touching yourself! You're going to pleasure ME!"
She whines and pleads. You just keep tugging. Eventually she gives up. She takes the first inch of your cock into her mouth. It's almost enough to make you come, but you endure as she moves her head lower. She takes in all of you. All the way to the base. She uses her tongue expertly. Caressing every little part of your dick. Normally you'd put a hand on her head. But she gets off on that, so you keep it away. She's bobbing her head up and down on your cock. Going all the way from the tip to the base. When she's at the base, her tongue reaches out and licks your balls. The feeling is unlike anything you've felt before. All the while she is staring at you with those lustful eyes. You feel yourself getting so very close.
You tug on Lyra's leash and pull yourself out. "On the bed, now."
She seems more than happy to comply. She lays down on her back. That's not what you had in mind. You flip her over and lift up her ass. She's trembling at your touch. Before you begin, you get another cookie from the box. You hold it up to her face.
"Eat it."
"B-but Pinkie says-"
You tug harshly on her leash. "I'm your master, and I say you eat it."
Despite her initial rejection, she gobbles it up in mere seconds. You're not sure what this will do, but it can't be anything but good. When she's finished, you pull your hand away. Can't have her licking your fingers right now. You grab your cock and move it closer to her slit. It's almost as if she can feel it. She's panting and moaning before you even touch her. And when you finally do, she loses control. She tries to slam herself backwards and into you, but you stop her with a capable hand. This will be done your way. After sliding your cock across her slit just once it's soaking. She desperately tries to get more. You do decide to please just a bit. With your left hand on her ass, you stick the thumb into her anus. It barely fits. She goes wild with screams and moans. Finally you feel she's deserved it, the good pet she is. You pull away your cock, much to her dismay. Until she feels it pushing up against her opening. Her entire body goes completely still until you start pushing into her. She moans the entire way of you hilting her.
You stay hilted for a full minute. Once again Lyra is panting and trying to move. You keep her firmly in place as you ready yourself.
"P-please, master."
She's whimpering at you. She needs this. And you have decided to finally let her have it. In one fluid motion you pull back and slam into her. You slam into her so hard she topples over. All the pent up pleasure and frustration from earlier finally releases. She comes right then and there.
"OHH! YES! ANON, YES!"
Normally, you'd let a girl have her orgasm in peace. But not Lyra. As she climaxes you continue thrusting into her. You go max speed from the very start. Lyra has dissolved into a mess of moans, panting and screaming. She can no longer form coherent words. Her insides are the best thing you have ever felt. She has the tightest cunt you've ever had the pleasure of feeling, and her walls massage your cock in such mysterious but pleasurable ways. You grab the leash and pull it very firmly. Lyra gurgles and leans her head backwards. You continually slam far into her tiny vagina. You even start spanking her ass. At this point, you can't see when she comes. It's as if she's in one continuous orgasm. You wonder if that's what the second cookie did to her. Once again you feel yourself getting so very close to that sweet release.
The time has finally come, and in a minute, so will you. As you get so very close you simultaneously lean forward and pull her back towards you. She gurgles even louder. You let go of the leash and place your hand on her throat instead. With a firm grip you squeeze it tightly. Lyra's eyes go wide as she desperately tries to breathe.
"I never gave you permission to come," you whisper into her ear. A look of terror spreads across her face.
"C-cook-kie" she manages to blurt out
"What a poor excuse."
You let her throat go and push her onto the bed. Reluctantly, you pull out of her. A waterfall of bodily fluids drip out of her slit. As Lyra is heaving for air, you grab the whip. Impatient at this point, you whip her ass harshly. She screams out in pain.
"NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION!"
You whip her again. This time so hard she can't focus on screaming. Again and again you render her soft flesh with the whip
suddenly she yells.
"I'M SORRY! PLEASE, MASTER, I'M SORRY!
She's genuinely pleading. That's enough, you feel. You grab her head and lift her up into a kiss. It's the most passionate kiss you've ever shared with anyone. As the two of you kiss, she uses her magic to guide your dick back into her. You topple over into the bed and resume thrusting. It doesn't take long before you do one final thrust and shoot your seed deep inside her. She breaks the kiss and screams. Even you have to call out her name. The pleasure you experience is unlike anything else. You see nothing but white as the orgasm courses through your body. All the while you're shooting stream after stream of semen into Lyra. You can't help but thrust a few times more and really savor the feeling of her pussy. A perfect match for your cock, it massages you, coaxing all the semen out of you. And you happily give it to her. When you have given her everything, you finally fall over into the bed with her.
The two of you share the moment for ages. You pet Lyra who purrs at your every touch. She's hugging you tightly, so very tightly.
"Thank you", she whispers
It warms your heart to hear her sweet voice.
"Hey, what about that job?" For some reason you had to ask. You were still curious, after all.
"Oh, shut up. There was no job, and you know it."
The two of you giggle.
"But, maybe..."
Now you're getting really curious. "Maybe what?"
"Maybe we could still spend time together? You know... special someponies and all that?"
You audibly 'd'aww' at her. She blushes for the millionth time today.
"I think I'd like that very much."
Lyra lets out a squee and locks her lips with yours. This could be the beginning of something good.
7 months later.
You're living with Lyra now, and it's good. Ponies looked at you strangely in the beginning. But then, it did all make sense. Lyra had always been obsessed with humans. And here you had come along. Of course she would fall for you. Now, everypony said you were the perfect match. A few were still worried about the pregnancy. Neither you nor Lyra listened to the ponies who talked about it. You knew your little baby would be the most beautiful thing in the world. Bon-Bon seemed the most happy about the whole situation. She no longer had to listen to Lyra's crazy stories about humans, for one. She also got to join in on the fun a couple of times, at Lyra's request. But in the end, the only one you truly cared about was Lyra, your mare. Your perfect, minty, human-loving mare. It would only be a couple of weeks until the wedding. And a couple of months until the baby.
And you had never been more happy in your entire life.
