Lyra's Secret Stash

Lyra stretched out cutely on her recliner. Eyes sparkled brightly in the dim light of her living room, the large orange glow of her fireplace proudly glowed in the darkroom.

“Hello, I'm Lyra Heartstrings!

What you've just read is merely a dramatization of the pure fear, horror, and discomfort that is associated with the improper use of equine affection.

Remember, when searching out a pony to snuggle, cuddle, or simply belly rub. Make sure to ask if your pony companion is comfortable with it, because we all know an unauthorized snoot boop is paramount to assault.

So the next time you're stuffing a pony into a box.

Ask yourself this…

What if it was me!?

Thank you, this has been a message from…

The Society Against Unjustified Equine Affection.”

Lyra giggled with a playful flaunt of the hoof.

“Help, I have a family!!” A masculine voice rang out from the distance.

“Shush, Mommy’s talking!!” Lyra snapped back downstairs in reply.