The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

"Hey, Nora!"

The sound grabbed her attention at once, though in the midst of the busy market, finding its origin was easier said than done.

"Over here, dummy!"

Wait, Nora thought. I know that voice anywhere.

She looked straight up, and sure enough, there was Rainbow Dash lounging on a cloud, looking down on the town below. After being spotted, she fluttered down to Nora's level, doing a frontflip before landing gracefully on the ground. A little showy, but impressive nonetheless. Rolling her eyes a little at the unnecessary display, Nora gave a little sarcastic clap.

"Bravo, bravo..."

Dash beamed at the attention, despite how thick she was laying it on. "I know, I know, I'm amazing!"

Seeming to get caught up in the praise, she held a wing behind her head in mock-embarassment, apparently forgetting the reason she had called out to her friend in the first place.

"So... what's up, Dash? I appreciate the social call and all, but it's not usually your style," the human quipped. A light seemed to flicker from behind the mare's eyes as she remembered her mission, mouth opening slightly in realization.

"Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you something. Sleepover at Twi's tonight. You're invited. Just us and the other girls - Spike's away or something," she concluded, apparently not interested in the 'or something' part of the equation.

Nora threw a hand to her chin idly as she pondered the request. It'd be nice to spend some time with her gal pals, sure, but...

"I don't know, Dash," she said, "You know I like my evenings... quiet."

No need to be too descriptive there. Dash wasn't having any of it, though, rolling her eyes with a sigh before shaking her head in frustration. "What's with that, anyway? You never used to mind doing stuff late, but now you're always busy. And you won't tell us why. C'moooon, when was the last time we did something, just the seven of us?"

"Seven? No Starlight?"

"Another roadtrip with Trixie."

Heh. Nora had an inkling she knew what went on on those 'road trips', but nopony else seemed to catch on, so she let sleeping dogs lie. Or sleeping mares, in this case. Still, it would be kind of nice to see everypony again - Dash was right in chastising her, she had been dodging them a little lately. Besides, if they had suspicions, this might get them off her case for a little while. Yeah, she could miss work for one night.

"Okay, master negotiator. You've convinced me," she said, hands up in defeat.

"Awesome!" came her reply, punctuated with a hoof-pump. Man, this mare really got excited easily. It was adorable, but Nora would never dare to tell Dash that to her face. The pegasus pony turned on the spot, bracing for takeoff. "And bring snaaaacks!" she said, reply trailing in the air like vapor.

Well, that was something.

Nora made a mental note to add some pony-appropriate snacks to her shopping list. Her bags already heaved with goods, though her dietry requirements limited her to certain stalls. Fruit and veg, fine. Tea? Great. But what the heck is a hayburger supposed to be, anyway? It seemed to Nora that 'burger' probably shouldn't be in a pony's lexicon, but she chalked it up to another weird little Equestrian idiosyncrasy. Their culture and society really mirrored Earth in a lot of ways - weird ways that didn't really make sense. It was like this was a designed world which sprung up out of the ground one day, rather than a world which grew and evolved throughout its history. Ponies had modern tools but no electrical outlets. Just what gives with that? Probably magic. That was usually their answer.

Resigned to leave that mystery on the side for the time being, Nora resumed her shopping, bumping into many familiar ponies along the way. Some of her clients would give her a knowing nod or tip of the hat, sometimes. They were usually happy to see her, even with her clothes on. Much nicer than some of the men back home. Even though she had a policy about 'rendezvous' in the daytime, once or twice she had caved when she had been approached with nopony else around. She made sure to give them a stern telling off, though - that riding crop had sure paid for itself. She really didn't help herself, sometimes...

Anyway, snacks. That was about all she had left, since Dash caught her at the tail end of her spending spree. Sugarcube corner was a no-go zone; she just didn't trust herself. Surely there was somewhere else to go for sweets? What about that cream-colored mare that ran that one place - didn't she make candy? What was her name, Liquorice? Candy Cane? Marshmallow? Nora didn't have a handle on all the pony names, yet. Ponyville was a small town, but no one knows everyone. Except Pinkie Pie. She also wouldn't have put it past Twilight to keep some detailed record of every pony that came and went, either.

Making haste, but with no certain destination in mind, Nora sought out the promised land that was Whatever-That-Pony's-Name-Was's Shop. It led her away from the wooden stands in the market and onto the highstreet. You'd think a candy shop wouldn't be so hard to find, especially since these ponies could really put it away. Pinkie especially - she seemed to eat nothing but sugar, and while she had an ass that would have made most women jealous, she didn't really have any ill effects to show for it. A little pang of envy struck the human there, imagining what would happen to her poor figure if she indulged like that maniacal pink horse. Then, for some reason, the question entered her mind as to if some of her customers would enjoy that. She shuddered a little, pushing on mentally and physically.

Eventually her efforts were rewarded with a store that, outwardly, had the appearance of something that sold edible confections. Good enough.

For reasons unexplained, Nora got this strange feeling as she approached. It was a feeling of trepidation; it was unease. Like she was being observed. She looked around to see a few ponies dotting about the place, none of whom seemed to pay her any attention. Weird.

Putting her hand to the handle, she lingered for but a moment before shrugging it off and heading inside. The place was well decorated; pretty little displays were laid out for candies of all kinds. Swirling wrappers housed sugary delicacies, held in little glass trays to catch the eye of passing ponies. They even had a lazy Susan - impressive! The front desk was surprisingly abandoned, though. Perhaps the proprietor was on break. Nora thought she could hear a discussion of some sort in the back room, however. The door behind the counter was closed shut. She shouldn't, she really shouldn't...

Unable to resist her urges, Nora jumped the counter with ease and leaned in, ear to the door. Two distinct voices sounded out, each barely audible. The conversation seemed a little heated, from what she could tell. She thought she picked up the phrase "finally here," along with "not ready," and "you deal with it."

Probably just stressing about a delivery or something. Content that there was nothing juicy going on, she returned to browse the candy on offer. Picking up a selection she thought would please everypony, she was just grabbing her last item as a mare burst through the door, making her way over to the counter, a slightly frazzled look adorning her face as she greeted her.

"Sorry for the wait! We're open and ready to serve you now."

Hey, it was the cream-colored mare! That's right, she had the blue and pink swirly hair... just what was her name? Ah, it didn't matter.

"Just these, please."

Nora smiled at the mare with the difficult name, who returned it earnestly. As she was handing over her bits, however, something caught her eye. A flicker of movement from behind that open door behind the counter. By the time she darted her eyes up to look, whatever it was had already gone. The mare at the counter noticed, following her gaze with a nervous expression before waltzing over to the door and shutting it.

"Just my assistant skulking about, hahaahah, don't mind her!" she said, a little too frantically.

Nora shot her a look that indicated she knew something was up, but didn't know enough about the situation to press her on it. Silently, she slid over the last bit on the counter and made a grab for her bagged goodies.

"Thanks, come again!"

Nora sauntered off without another word. As she rounded the corner on the way out, she sensed something again. Having not yet left the perimeter of the store, she looked left, into one of its windows, only to see the face of a mint green unicorn mare staring her down. Her eyes were wide and her focus looked abosulte, which was a little concerning, because she appeared to be focusing only on Nora. Upon being spotted, the unicorn breathed against her hoof, before rubbing it against the glass of the window, as though cleaning it, but Nora knew that's not what was going down. Eventually the mare broke eye contact, still feigning her chore, and Nora left in a hurry.

Okay... toothbrush? Check. Blanket? Check. Copiouis amounts of candy? Also check.

Nora rifled through her bag, ensuring everything was in order. All things considered, she was looking forward to tonight. It'd be fun. Ponies were a little weird in some respects - they still had sleepovers as adults and played children's party games, for one, but she supposed that was just a product of their innocence, along with pony cellphones not having been invented yet. Besides, maybe they'd play truth or dare and things would get spicy. Nora was always ruthless at that, at least in comparison to everypony else last time she had played. Must just be that humans have more of a vicious streak. She had made Dash sing a love ballad to a houseplant, gotten Pinkie absolutely wasted on pony alcohol by daring her to down oodles of the stuff (a particulalry fun variety of chaos had ensued), and even gotten Fluttershy of all ponies to admit what she likes in a stallion: apparently, she has a thing for well-kept wings. To be fair, that may have been a little easier than normal, since her 'truth' had been talked down from "what is your fetish," the question she had initially asked, much to the butter-coated pony's horror. It was a little mean, but her reaction had been gold! Nora was getting a little more comfortable being just a touch more raunchy around ponies now, in a good-natured way, of course. Knowing what the menfolk of the town got up to certainly convinced her that the mares were no angels, either. She wondered if dear little Fluttershy's comment about the wings betrayed more than she knew: maybe the mare had a secret preening fetish. The thought brought a giggle to Nora's lips.

Grabbing her gear, she readied herself to head out. She was already clad in her PJs - ponies certainly wouldn't be bothered by her strolling around town in night attire, after all. To them, clothes were clothes, and she was the weirdo for wearing them all the time anyway. Rarity had been the only pony to see her naked, actually, before her sudden shift in careers. The others had been baffled by her insistence on them leaving the boutique when she got fitted. Twilight had even been a little sulky about it - figures she'd want to study human anatomy. How jealous she would be if she knew just how many ponies had had the pleasure before her by now. If Rairty thought her proportions were odd, she hadn't let it show, at least, ever the professional. Nora was sure that even if the first time did faze her, she had gotten used to it by now - after all, she was Nora's sole benefactor of clothing. What she'd do if that talented mare ever moved shop, she didn't know.

Striding out the front door of her modest abode, Nora relished in the early evening air, thankful for such blissful weather. God bless those pegasi heroes. Or was it more appropriate to say Celestia bless them? She wasn't sure. Picking up her earlier train of thought about Fluttershy, she idly wondered if Celestia had any bedroom hangups. Now THAT would be juicy info.

At around the half-way mark between her humble home and Twilight's imposing castle, Nora felt it again. That anxiety she had felt at the store earlier, which had been forgotten until this very moment. She stopped in her tracks, scanning the horizon. Not a pony in sight.

Weird.

Ignoring it against her better judgement, she moved on, before she picked up the distinct sound of little clip-clops against the cobbled road behind her. And not a pony in sight. Right.

She stopped abruptly, too abruptly to be natural, and the hoofsteps persisted for half a second before stopping as well, her stalker clearly taken off guard by the sudden change in tact. So that confirmed it, then. She was being followed.

Looking back on the scene behind her, she once again saw nothing. Not a peep. Well, if they were a pegasus, at least one with common sense, they wouldn't be trailing her on hoof, so that ruled that out.

"Any pony there?" she called out, her voice reverberating slightly as it bounced off the buildings.

Silence.

This was getting a little creepy.

She moved on again, darting her head back periodically to check for predators. Suddenly the thought occurred to her that monsters did exist in Equestria, they just normally didn't enter the town's borders. The thought of all kinds of nasty critters from the Everfree following her penetrated her brain, sending her into something of a fearful panic. As peaceful as Ponyville was, the beasts here were straight up deadly, and not just by pony standards, either.

Nora's walk turned into something of a half-jog, wanting the safety of Twilight and the others but not wanting to break out into a sprint for fear of something lunging after her. To her dismay the steps picked up their pace as well, her potential assailant's movements perfectly mirroring her own.

In a split second, Nora's fight or flight senses kicked into overdrive, and she pivoted to face her mysterious follower. What she saw shocked her in a way she didn't expect.

"Aha!" she cried, catching the pony in the act. Her heart fluttered, emotions going from relief that she wasn't being tracked by something that wanted to eat her, to smugness at managing to catch her stalker out, to sheer bewilderment at who it was she saw.

A mint green face recoiled in horror, now that the jig was up. The unicorn skidded to a halt, clearly unable to get out of view in time thanks to Nora's sudden spin maneuver. Just what in the name of fuck was she doing here?

"You're the w-"

Don't call her a weirdo, Nora.

"The pony from the candy store."

Senseing that she had no means to hide any longer, the pony in question gulped nervously. "Lyra," she said. "M-my name is Lyra."

A few seconds of awkward silence followed, before Nora decided to ask the obvious question, since her culript didn't seem keen to elaborate.

"Why the hell are you following me?"

Lyra winced at the question, looking guilty as can be. It was as though Nora had just scolded a puppy for making a mess on the carpet.

"I've... seen you around town," she said flatly.

Well I sure as shit haven't seen you, Nora thought, trying in vain to keep her composure.

"...And...?" she offered, prompting her to keep going.

"A-and, I, well..." the peculiar pony trailed off, looking like she wanted to die on the spot.

"C'mon, you don't get to stalk me like that and then weasel out of an explanation. Especially after you were acting so creepy earlier."

Lyra bowed her head in shame, clamping her eyes shut as tears welled in up in their corners. Despite having every right to be angry, Nora felt remorse at the harshness of her tone. Ponies are more sensative than humans, after all.

"Hey, hey, sorry, I'm sorry," she said, walking up to the unicorn who was on the verge of blubbering and crouching down to meet her face to face. "But you can't exaclty blame me. You've been following me and you won't tell me why. If you've got a good reason, I just want to know, is all..." she offered in a soothing tone. Strange how she was now the one on the back foot, in a way.

Lyra blinked away the beginnings of her tears and looked up at Nora with big, round eyes.

"I just think you're really interesting," she said plainly.

Okay, that one threw her for a loop.

"Because I'm... different?" she asked, genuinely unsure where this was heading. Two little nods were her answer. Nora thought most ponies had gotten used to her by now, certainly after the first couple of months since her disasterous arrival. Sure, some still leered here and there, but most seemed unperturbed now - familiar, even. If this mare lived in Ponyville - which if she worked at a store located here, seemed incredibly likely - what was she still hung up on? Nora wondered if maybe she had been too quick to assume everyone took her presence for granted now. The thought of still being an alien in the eyes of some made her a little upset.

"Interesting, eh?" was all Nora could think to say next.

"Interesting like... pretty."

If anything else had shocked Nora that evening, it paled in comparison to that bombshell. Was this mare really saying what she thought she was saying? Was she following her because she liked her? Like, like like?!

"And I heard... well, I thought... what I mean is, you offer... services, right?" she went on, seemingly unaware of Nora's frozen shock. "And I h-have bits!" she added, hurriedly. When Nora was too taken aback to reply, mouth agape, Lyra floated out a jingling satchel to punctuate her point. She seemed to think Nora was concerned she was lying about the bits, when the reality was, Nora was concerned about lying down with a mare.

"You just, I've just, I-I've never done it with a mare before!" she stammered out, her usually cool composure absolutely shot.

"Oh," said Lyra dejectedly. "Is that a problem?"

What the fuck is happening?

"You, I - what I mean is, I have this party..." she gestured to her bag of sleepover gear and then pointed in the general direction of Twilight's house, though the structure itself was not visible from her vantage point. This probably explained very little, but Lyra seemed to read enough into it to get the message regardless.

"Okay, yeah..." she said, looking distraught. "Sorry, I should've known."

She began scampering away, and for some reason, in that moment Nora couldn't bear to see it. "WAIT!" she bellowed out after her, her booming voice shattering the peace of the quiet dusk.

Perhaps it was just the ferocity of her exclamation, but the put out pony stopped dead in her tracks, face betraying her prior sadness but also hinting at some hopeful anticipation.

"I mean, I wouldn't normally work because I've got this thing, but I... let's talk shop," she said, waving the mare over with a hand.

Lyra beamed, not believing her luck, as she galloped over to the human with a spring in a step and a newfound grin in her teeth.

"Really?" she asked, as if in disbelief.

"Sure, sure sweetie, let's just talk about how this is going to work," she said, mind racing. Her words were getting out before her brain could stop them, unbothered by the implications of what she was saying. Could she even go through with this? She had never looked at a mare that way before. With stallions, it had always been easy, but she had never even considered that a mare might want her that way. And that's not to mention the rather unusual circumstances around this encounter, what with the excitable Lyra following her in secret and all. Could she trust this pony? And yet, her hands reached out for the satchel of bits nonetheless, before the reality of the situation caught up with her.

Lyra made a cute little squeal, dancing on her hooves, which would have normally raised an eyebrow from Nora were she not so preoccupied with trying to process everything that was happening all of a sudden. As she started counting out her bits, Lyra chimed in. "There's 200 bits in there."

So either this was another wonderous coincidence, or she knew her rates already. Suddenly Nora wondered if this was the first time she had been tailed by the pastel pony. Her heart was racing a little. No, no, it wouldn't be anything like that. After all, stallions talked, and she never got uppity when a colt she'd never met engaged her on familiar terms. Maybe Lyra had overheard ponies talking. Hell, maybe she'd outright asked - she seemed like she didn't exactly have normal social boundaries, even for a pony.

Nora sighed, as she looked over the hill to where she had been going. She had said she'd be there, but she hadn't exactly promised.

Ugh.

She weighed her options, the certainty of Twilight's sleepover versus the unknown depravity of the skittish Lyra. She still wasn't sure how she even felt about Lyra's offer, so why was she considering it so much? But then again, it had something of a pull - there was a mystery to be solved here. Who was this mare, why did she have such an interest in Nora, what exaclty would they get up to? Would she even enjoy it? The combined weight of all these questions proved too much to bear. Nora knew that if she didn't get her answers now, it'd eat at her all night.

"You have... accommodation?"

A series of manic nods followed the question.

Letting out a held breath, she conceded. "Lead on."

Lyra's house wasn't far, as luck had it. Nora dumped her bag of junk by the door, still feeling guilty for ditching the girls. Maybe if things wrapped up quick enough she could make it, just a little late.

Lyra, emboldened by Nora's willingness to go along with her, paced the floor eagerly in front of her, still burning off the energy boost that Nora's affirmation had given her.

"Like I said, I've... this is new territory for me," she tried to warn the prancing pony.

"Oh, me too, me too!" replied Lyra, though for her the prospect of breaking new ground seemed to be an unambiguous positive.

"So, do you want to take the lead, or..."

Lyra stopped her movements, looking at the human, some bashfulness seeping into her expression all of a sudden.

"Oh, if I could just, um... what do you normally do?"

"That's kind of up to you, hon," she said, settling into some comfort at the familiarity at having to reassure a first time client. "If we get to any red lines, I'll let you know. But your bits pay for the evening, we stop when we stop."

Lyra shot her a blushing smile.

"In that case, if you could just... do as I say for now?"

God, she was so awkward. Still, thinking back to Quill from the previous night, it would hardly be the first time she'd dealt with that sort of behavior recently.

"I'm yours, hon."

Lyra paused, basking in the sight of her human companion, as though assessing where to start, or simply working up the courage to ask.

"Those... hands of yours?"

Nora glanced down at her appendage. Heh, they sure were popular. Hoofjobs didn't hold a candle to what a set of fingers could do.

"I want you to... run them through my mane."

Okay, this wasn't where she thought things were going. She looked at the pony quizzically, surprised at such a tame request, but then again, Lyra did seem hung up on her, well, humanity. These things were probably something of a novelty for her. Maybe even a little scary.

Nora complied, walking up to the unicorn in her living room and stroking her mane gingerly. Lyra leaned her head into the touch, thick locks stroked between deft fingers. She closed her eyes, a contented smile on her face. Suddenly Nora wondered if she'd gotten the wrong idea about what her services were.

"Mmm, that's nice. Now, I want you to rub my horn. Um, please," she went on.

Nora followed her instruction, rubbing the length of her horn between a finger and thumb, before circling the tip with said thumb, then cascading her whole open hand down along the horn's length to repeat the process. Now this certainly felt more like her normal work, though she couldn't quite say why. She wasn't aware of horns being sensitive... not in a sexual way, at least. No one had ever asked her to do this before.

Things went on like this for about a minute, before Nora piped up, a little confused as to how, or even if, things were to proceed from here. "Are you... enjoying yourself, hon?"

"Mmmmm~"

Okay then. Another minute or so passed, before Lyra opened one eye, peering up at her with a blissful expression. "Can you..."

She had said something, but Nora couldn't make it out.

"Sorry, hon, ask me again. I didn't catch that."

"Kiss me?" said Lyra, wearing her whole heart on her hoof. She looked like she was afraid of being rejected at this stage, and it was obvious that such a rejection would crush her. Nora didn't quite understand it, since they had gotten this far. Still, kissing was still firmly in tame territory for her. She knelt down and smooched the unicorn on the lips without a word.

What started as a chaste kiss soon turned more passionate, tongues poking and prodding one another as Nora's mouth opened to match the chasm that was a pony maw. With Lyra, it wasn't so bad, though. Mares had shorter snouts, after all. While Nora enjoyed it, kissing a stallion felt like it could quickly turn into a life or death struggle sometimes. This was calmer, softer. More intimate.

Lyra moaned softly into Nora's mouth, content with her experience. She wrapped a foreleg around her head, keeping her close, as though still afraid she would pull away at any moment.

They explored each other's mouths for a while, but Lyra soon became the dominant party, wrestling for full control of the shared space with her tongue. It was not surprising; she had the tongue of a horse, after all. She was gentle, though, dancing along the insides of Nora's cheeks, and tickling the roof of her mouth a little. Nora let loose a puff of air from her nose.

When Lyra finally broke the kiss, a saliva trail still joined the duo, hanging between them like a symbol of their connection.

"How was that?" she asked, tilting her head and sporting a confident look. The unicorn's expression already told all.

"Amazing..." she replied between breaths. "Everything I hoped it would be."

"Do you want to go... further?" she inquired. She was surprised at her own haste to escalate things, given her uncertainty around the whole affair. Perhaps routine was betraying her.

"Yes," said Lyra, steadying herself. She paused for a while, again returning to that uncertain state, as though she were a kid in a candy store that only had the allowance for one purchase. Fitting, given her apparent profession. "Do you always wear clothes, by the way?"

The sudden question caught Nora off guard. She'd heard this one plenty, usually in casual conversation struck up with ponies she was meeting for the first time. For her, it almost seemed an equivalent to 'so how about this weather, huh?'. Ponies just couldn't get over it. But to be asked this now, after a short makeout session, just seemed bizarre.

"Uh, yeah. Except behind closed doors, of course," she said with a wink, trying to push past the awkwardness and get things back on track.

"We're behind closed doors," said Lyra, matter of factly.

"Do you want me to take off my clothes, sweetie?"

"I mean... if it's what you'd normally do..."

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the roundabout way Lyra had asked her, Nora stripped. She didn't do any kind of striptease, she simply undressed casually, allowing the mare to look over her whole body. Since she was only half-dressed anyway, there wasn't really room for much ceremony regardless. Standing before host, she let the mare take in her form. Lyra was transfixed.

After a bout of silent gawking, the mare spoke once more, quietly, still distracted by the view in front of her. "You know, if you didn't wear clothes around town, nopony would care."

"I know. I can't do that, though."

"Why?"

Again, she'd been here before. She didn't feel like elaborating the way she had to Twilight about human culture, though.

"I just can't."

"But not in here?" Lyra asked.

"Yeah..." Nora replied, looking down at her face. "Not in here."

Lyra gave one half nod, satisfied, though still distracted by Nora's body. She got closer, reaching out with a hoof and touching her leg.

"Ohh."

She traced a hoof up and down Nora's leg a bit, and Nora blushed. It made her feel a bit like a piece of meat, which would hardly be a first for her, but this was... different.

Despite her unusual anatomy, most of her customers got over it pretty quickly, but then, most of her customers were horny stallions. Still, some liked to experiment with her a little more first. To feel her weight, her shape. Touch her skin, smell her scent.

"I really wanna make you feel good," said Lyra suddenly, breaking Nora's concentration. She had gotten used to the rhythmic touches and spaced out. "Lay down, please."

"Here?" she inquired. She was stood in the middle of the room, after all. "We could go upstai-"

"Here," repeated Lyra.

Nora did as she was told. The draft from under the front door assaulted her, leaving her exposed front a little chilly, while her backside embraced the shaggy carpet.

She could see Lyra bow her head in front of her, and in a flash, a familiar tongue poked at her sensitive parts. She let a silent moan escape her lips and dug into the carpet with her hands as Lyra licked her.

Weirdly enough, her last two nightly encounters had been pretty distinct from her usual business, but pretty similar so far. This was her second time being eaten out by a pony. She certainly didn't mind it.

Lyra tucked into Nora like a scrumptious meal, but not ravenously, giving refined little laps and pecks and nips. She would taste her folds before delicately running her tonuge along her lower lips, then working her clit, acting like a well-oiled woman-pleasing machine. Nora wondered if she had been with mares before, meaning this wasn't too unusual for her. After all, the mechanics are the same. Now that the stitled first encounter had been left in the dust, Nora allowed herself to enjoy things, giving in fully to the pleasure that Lyra was unleashing upon her.

Lyra soldiered on, but made no rush of the affair, seeming to savor every taste of the woman she doted on.

"Lyra... I didn't think you'd... I didn't think..."

Nora wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to say, which didn't matter, because she couldn't finish her sentence anyway. Instead the sensations that coursed up her body overloaded her brain on dopamine, causing her to short circuit. Lyra didn't take any notice of the half-finished thought. Instead, she persisted, her tonuge doing her speaking for her without a single word being uttered.

Nora tugged at the carpet harder still, as though hanging on to a cliff for dear life, grasping for stability against her own shivers and spasms. Her teeth gritted instinctively, turning would-be moans into grunts.

As the minutes flew by, time melted around Nora, her equine companion making her head swell. Then, all of a sudden, it was gone. The moist organ that poked and prodded at her needy sex retreated, leaving Nora's pussy shivering against the cold of the room, especially for the added wetness. Lyra scrambled on top of her, straddling her and plopping herself down like she was right at home, head positioned in parallel with Nora's own. Suddenly, she brought herself in for another needy kiss.

Meanwhile, a stray hoof went exploring, roaming down the human's body until it settled back to where Lyra's tongue had just been. Lyra rubbed her pussy with some gusto, causing Nora to cry out into her maw as they locked lips. Soon, another hoof found its way to her chest. The positioning was a little awkward, with Lyra's own body covering much of Nora's torso, but she managed to play with an exposed breast, making circular motions against it with her flat hoof. Lyra quickly adopted a new rhythm, seamlessly transitioning from her prior position to this. As the kiss grew more passionate, her movements down below picked up as well, rubbing Nora raw before tracing her clit. Occasionally she would give her pussy a little slap. It was one such slap that finally sent her over the edge, squirting over the pony's hoof with glee as she contorted her spine, trying to sit up but being locked in place under the weight of Lyra, still at the mercy of her greedy tongue.

Nora wanted to scream in delight, but she had only a mouthful of Lyra, so instead she sucked her tongue, taking it as deep into her throat as she could as she road out her orgasm. Lyra's soaked hoof showed no signs of stopping, determined to keep up the assault until things had fully calmed down. She did stop playing with her chest, however, instead pulling back a little, allowing Nora to sit up like she had attempted moments ago. As the kissing pair held each other, Nora's twitching pussy finally started to calm down, coming down from the height of her orgasm.

Okay, maybe she could do mares from now on. If they really insisted.

When they broke the kiss, they looked each other in the eyes.

"That was..." they said in unison, both stopping as to not cut the other off. Nora looked away red-faced, not expecting that.

"I live here, you know," said Lyra, blankly.

"Oh, really?" said Nora in a playful, sarcastic way. Getting such a non-sequitur now probably should have bothered her, but she couldn't find the energy. She just didn't understand this mare.

"You can come by, if you like... any time," she offered.

"Oh, sorry honey, not outside of work," she said. Sure, Lyra had surprised her, actually showing her a good time, but she wasn't about to give out freebies, even if those big, cute eyes stared her down.

Lyra didn't say anything at this, pausing for a while, before pulling her back in for another, shorter kiss.

"You're soft," said the unicorn after breaking her hold once more. "And your hands are cool, and feel nice, and your hair is so smooth and pretty," she concluded, complimenting her with the tact and grace of a child, but the sentiment shining through nonetheless. Nora chuckled.

"You're sweet."

She was still learning how to navigate conversation with Lyra. It felt a bit like being thrown into a shark-filled ocean with no life raft. Like one wrong thing could break her confidence. And yet, she was so arupt and to the point sometimes, it was hard not to be taken aback at her mannerisms.

Luckily, thereafter the talking stopped, and the two cuddled on the floor in silence. It was a little strange, since she was more used to beds, but she wouldn't have wanted to move anyway.

After an inperceptable amount of time, a wandering thought struck her.

"You know, I never told you my name."

"It's Nora, right?"

"Yeah... how did you know?"

"I heard you talking with Bon Bon earlier. S-sorry."

Bon Bon! So that was her name. Well, that's one mystery solved. Still, though, one thing was bothering her.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't tell Bon Bon my name, either."

Maybe it was a bad idea to put her on the spot like this, but the strange mare was full of questions, and offered very little in the way of answers. Lyra looked a little panicked at this, sweating slightly.

"Well... okay... I heard your name around town. You're the only human, everypony knows you!"

Fair enough, that certainly had some truth to it. She would stand out enough anyway, and with her reputation getting out there more and more, she was increasingly finding herself at a disadvantage against ponies who apparently knew of her, whom she had never properly met before.

Looking at the clock, she realized she would be so late for the sleepover by now that there was no point going. When she eventually got herself in order and prepared to take her leave, Lyra stopped her.

"Nora..."

It was her first time addressing her by her name.

"What I said before, about stopping by some time... think about it."

Nora just shrugged and shook her head a little, taking off into the night.

As the door closed behind her, she dwelled on the encounter, in all its weirdness. It wasn't unpleasant. Certainly felt more like work than work usually did, since she was a glutton for stallion cocks anyway, but maybe that was less to do with Lyra being a mare and more to do with her being, well... Lyra. She didn't seem like a bad pony, though. Maybe a little needy. In a way, tonight felt like an occasion worth marking. She had been with a mare - that was a door that was now firmly open, even if she wouldn't normally seek it out. And she had also gotten a little closer to understanding that strange mint unicorn. Just a little.

Letting a slight sigh escape her, she wondered if tomorrow would be any simpler.