Ever Growing Friendship

Written By: Thunder-Dasher

Edited By: Bytestorm

Chapter Four: A Magical Night

Trace's house the next day:

Trace was standing in the shower, still panting from the run home. He had actually finished the books Twilight had him read, not really remembering any of it, and had lost track of time. It was six thirty, and he still had to get out, find something nice, and put on the cologne Rarity had given him. It was a surprise he had actually managed to not nick himself shaving. Every single time he would finish a task, he would look at the clock, and another five minutes would pass. By the time he was dressed and ready, it was two minutes till seven, and felt like he had ran a marathon. He stood in front of the fire, and threw another log into it. He stood back looking at the flame, waiting for Lyra to arrive. Trace didn't dare sit on the couch for fear of dust getting on his clothes. He wore a nice blue button down shirt, blue jeans, and a jacket draped over his arm. It was almost like clockwork, as soon as it hit seven a knock emanated from the front door. Trace answered and froze, Lyra was wearing a lacy purple dress, it didn't cover much, and most likely it was just for looks. If you had walked behind her you would have been able to see everything. Her hair was done up and a flower was placed behind her ear.

“Hello Trace, you look really handsome...” Lyra had done exactly as Rarity had mentioned. She looked him directly in the eyes. This told Trace that she knew her feelings for him. At least, if what Rarity said was true for Lyra.

Trace smiled, throwing on his jacket as he pulled the door shut behind him, “You look really beautiful Lyra!”

Lyra’s eyes widened, her cheeks blushing at the compliment, “Thank you, Trace...”

“You also got here right on time too!” Trace smiled teasing her, they had started walking, stepping from the porch and toward Ponyville.

“I was... actually waiting in front of your door for twenty minutes... couldn't bring myself to knock, since I was so early.” A nervous blush was apparent, but now he noticed that she was desperately shivering from standing out in the cold.

Being the person Trace was, he quickly pulled off his jacket and draping it over Lyra's back. Lyra shot a surprised yet confused look at him. Trace only returned a gentle smile as he said with tenderness, “There, better?”

Lyra seemed to panic when she realized now he would be without a coat, “But what about you?”

Trace only laughed as he retorted, “Don't worry, it won’t take us long to get to... wherever we are going. Where are we going anyway?”

“Sugarcube Corner, I know it's not technically a restaurant, but it's closed in the afternoons and Pinkie Pie is letting us in and is even going to make us dinner. It didn't take much persuading to get her on board, She even insisted I not pay, 'getting the chance to make us happy was payment enough', she said. After a while, I got her to agree to let me at least pay for the food. It is all ready for us.”

Trace remained quiet, having his doubts about a date around Pinkie. Knowing her, the date would end up being less romantic, and more like a child’s party. She would most likely start butting in and ranting about some random topic. Trace gave Lyra a smile as to not let on about his doubts for the date. Sugarcube Corner came into view and Lyra didn't hesitate to knock on the door. Quickly, the door swung open with a ferocity that would have one think it would jump off its hinges.

“HAI!!! Welcome to Pinkie Pie's super-duper romantic restaurant! I will be your server for the night, please follow me!” Pinkie turned and bounced happily toward a table.

Lyra looked up at Trace, giving him a happy smile. Trace forced a return smile as he was led to a table. Trace was about to sit down and watched as Lyra pulled his chair out with her magic. Looking to him as she patiently waited, with a large smile upon her face. Trace grinned but mainly out of the self-satisfaction of having predicted something like this would happen, since the gender roles were reversed. He didn't pay it any mind before sitting down, her magic pushing him up to the table. Lyra took her own seat; a smile spread, “I bet you pulled out chairs for women all the time in your home world?”

Trace couldn't help but chuckle at her remark, “Not really, didn't date much.”

Lyra pretended to frown, but he could still see her grinning behind it, “A cute stallion like you? Surely the girls were all over you!”

Trace coughed; rubbing his neck, “It's not that they weren't, it's just...”

Trace was interrupted as Pinkie Pie returned with a tray of food balanced on her head. She leaned the tray over and one plate slid off onto the table and in front of Lyra. Lyra's meal didn't seem unusual to anything else a pony would eat; a salad with daisy’s in it. Pinkie did the same with Trace’s, a plate being slid in front of him. He was actually surprised; it was a plate of sautéed fish. He couldn't help but look at Lyra with disbelief; Trace had, many times, ordered this exact meal at his favorite restaurant, The Cloudy Acres, a restaurant that catered primarily to pegasi. He looked at Lyra with confusion; she couldn't have known it was his favorite. “How did you know I would like this meal?” he asked.

Lyra blushed as she nervously giggled, “I hope you don't mind... but I asked around and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy told me you ordered it every time they went with you.”

Trace shot her a look of disbelief, “You didn't have to go through so much trouble... I wouldn't have minded.”

“But I wouldn't want you eating something you didn't like, and I also didn't want you going hungry.” Lyra replied.

“That's so sweet of you, thank you.” Trace gave a smile as he grabbed a fork in his hands, which was shaped for a ponies hoof, but he managed just the same.

Trace hadn't realized that Pinkie Pie was still next to them, a wide smile spread across her face, “You two are SOOOOO cute together!!!”

Trace and Lyra both instantly turned a crimson color, looking at each other and then averting their gaze to nothing in particular. Pinkie Pie giggled loudly which ended in a snort, “I'll just leave you two love birds alone!” Pinkie bounced away as she chimed, “Don't do anything I wouldn't doooo!”

The two glared at Pinkie with shock, neither of them had ever heard anything more than innocent remarks ever come from the pink mare’s mouth. Lyra was starting to regret having the date here as she covered her face with her hoof in embarrassment, “I'm so sorry... if I had of known she was going to act this way...”

Trace laughed which made Lyra look up, “Don't worry Lyra, I just can't believe that you went through so much trouble for this date.”

Lyra fidgeted her hooves as she blushed, “I spent so long to even say hi... I just wanted it to be perfect...”

“So far Lyra, it has; even if Pinkie has made it a little... um... weird...”

Lyra smiled before taking a nibble of her salad. They didn't say much more as they turned to their food, every once and awhile smiling at one another or making a short comment about the taste. Pinkie would come out and refill their drinks, or ask if they needed anything. Trace finished up the last bites of his food. Trace rubbed his stomach and breathing slowly, “I'm so full!”

Lyra didn't reply but gave a weak smile. It immediately turned into a frown and she stared down into her empty salad bowl. Trace looked at her curiously, knowing something was on her mind, “Lyra, you ok?”

Lyra looked up into his eyes, hesitating, “Trace... would...” Lyra mouthed some more words, but they were inaudible. She was apparently having trouble with whatever she was going to ask. He had a vague idea of what it was, but wanted to give her the chance, “Would you be my c-coltfriend?”

Trace thought for a moment, he knew it was coming thanks to Rarity. He had given it serious thought about if he should risk it or not. He didn't want to hurt her feelings if it didn't work out. Then again, his human relationships were the same way. He was always worried of hurting someones feelings or even himself being hurt in the process. Sitting there, seeing Lyra wait with eagerness for his reaction made butterflies flutter in his stomach. She had spent an entire month building up the courage, and even went through the trouble of finding his favorite dish and finding a private place for their date. How could he say no, with him knowing at how much she clearly liked him. Trace smiled and chuckled at himself in his head, he might as well give it a shot. If he said no right now, it would hurt her feelings. Not that he wanted to say no anyway, “Ok... I will be your coltfriend.”

Something like a pan could be heard falling against the floor, followed by a familiar giggling in the kitchen. Pinkie Pie was clearly listening and her excitement exploded when he finally accepted. Lyra, on the other hoof, ignored Pinkie completely, keeping her eyes glued to Trace. ‘He said yes, oh my goodness, he said YES!!!!’ Lyra thought in her head, giddiness apparently clouding her senses. Trace stood up which snapped Lyra back to reality, “I'm actually getting tired, if you don't mind, could we get going?”

Lyra nodded, a smile ear to ear was on her face. She didn't care now that he had accepted her as his marefriend. Joy and happiness were overwhelming her. She was so ecstatic that they didn't even speak much the entire way home. Lyra blinked in surprise as her smile vanished for the first time since Sugarcube Corner. This was where they were to say goodnight. Her happiness fading into a low depression, and she scratched at the porch like she was trying to dig a hole, “So... I suppose this is goodnight?”

She looked up to notice Trace had a small blush on his face and he was trying not to look at her, “You can stay the night... again if you like?”

Lyra's tail twitched behind her with excitement, “I would... like that, very much.”

Trace led the way, closing the door behind the two. He kicked off his shoes before heading straight for the fire place. Throwing a couple logs in it and offering Lyra the stick. Usually, it took him a good twenty minutes or so, to light the fire; but with Lyra's magic, since she could spin the stick at a great velocity, igniting the wood took mere seconds. Warmth could immediately be felt emanating from the fireplace. Trace would every once and awhile glance over at Lyra. She had a warm and happy smile that made his stomach feel weak and his heart speed up just a tiny bit, “I... I'm going to-to get us some blankets...” Trace mentally smacked himself for stuttering.

Lyra nodded and the way she smiled at him made him warm. He usually was so composed around every pony he interacted with. He had only known Lyra for a matter of days, yet he was feeling this way. Once he gathered all the blankets, he paused to recollect himself, even though it was freezing blistering cold everywhere else in the house. 'I wonder why I'm acting this way; I didn't do this whenever I was with Vanessa! Then again I don't think that was anything more than her gold digging...' Trace sighed as he folded one of the sheets to carry it easier. He stopped what he was doing to place his hand to his forehead and sighed.

“Trace? You need any help?” Lyra asked, noticing that it was taking twice as long as the first time she had stayed the night.

“NO, I GOT IT!” Trace exclaimed through the walls, as he picked up the blankets and pillows, carrying them to the living room.

Lyra was sitting in front of the fire, warming her forehooves. Her purple dress, disrobed shortly after they came in, lay gently on one of the dusty chairs. She got up, facing Trace, as she levitated the blankets from his grasp, gently and elegantly placing it on the floor. Trace smiled as he said, “Let me change into something more comfortable.”

Before he got a chance, Lyra stopped him, “Why don't you just go naked?”

A bright aura seemed to case Trace's face as he prodded his two index fingers together, “Humans aren't too... comfortable naked, even in their homes... It's somewhat taboo...”

Trace could tell she didn't completely understand, but all she did was nod and smile. Trace didn't hesitate to leave and head toward his bedroom. It was pretty much the only room in the house that was perfectly clean. If a visitor ventured into this room, they would have sworn that it was new addition, and not original to the dusty and dilapidated home. He quickly stripped down, wearing some blue silky pajama pants that Rarity had insisted on making him. He didn't mind her making so much for him; it just made him feel guilty when she insisted he didn't charge her for them. Rarity was so generous, that Trace wondered how she even made a profit sacrificed so much of her stock for him. Rarity was quickly shaken from his mind as he pulled a short sleeve gray shirt over his head. He plopped down onto his bed, his mind racing. ‘She is so beautiful... I feel like I'm making a fool of myself... I shouldn't have asked her to stay... What am I to say to her? What if I say something ridiculous that makes her think I'm some kind of idiot?’

Trace jumped off the bed, his train of thought halting as he heard hoof steps coming down the hall, “Trace? Where are you?”

Trace opened up the door, stepping from the bedroom, “Right here, sorry for making you wait.”

“Trace... are you ok? I can leave if I am making you uncomfortable.” Lyra said with only true concern on her face. Trace was starting to see the difference between Vanessa and Lyra. Lyra wasn't here for money, for sex, or his looks; she was here because she truly cared for him. Which just made him feel so much worse; was he worth the time she was giving him? Trace chuckled to himself as he thought, ‘then again, anything seems better compared to my relationship with Vanessa!’

Lyra tilted her head, confusion hitting her as Trace's chuckle which wasn't meant to be audible, “I am fine Lyra, I'm sorry... let's get warm by the fire.”

Lyra agreed as she led the way to the living room, but the conversation was yet to be over. She knew something was up. Lyra sat down on top of the blanket, and Trace sat with his back against his couch, his left leg bent under the right, and the right stretched straight out toward the fire place. Trace saw the look on Lyra's face as she stated, “Okay Trace... What’s wrong...”

“Really, it's okay, I am totally fine!” Trace chucked nervously, hoping he was telling the truth.

“It's ok Trace, we are a couple now... Please.., are you really ok with being my mate?” Lyra asked, showing no signs of anything but worry for Trace.

Trace winced; the only person he had ever been honest with was himself. Even then he sometime lied when it came to love. He thought he had a vague idea of what love felt like, but with Lyra, it wasn't anything he thought he would feel. Maybe it is since she is a pony, but whatever it was, he just didn't want to hurt her feelings; for himself to be set up to get hurt again, “Lyra...”

The room fell so incredulously quite that if a pin dropped in sweet apple acres, you would probably have heard it. Lyra's face was stern and caring; he had to tell her, “What if this doesn't work? I don't want to hurt you... I've been fighting with the morals and ethics of my people, I can honestly say they aren't the same as my own, but... You are a pony, I am a human...”

Trace was cut off, as a pair of lips forcefully pressed against his own. At first he was going to fight, feeling some sort of need to continue what he was saying, Lyra's tongue found its way into his mouth, and whatever he was going to say was forgotten for the moment. Lyra's hooves snaked their way around Trace's neck as she straddled his lap. His hands began making their way up Lyra's sides. Trace actually pouted as the kiss was broken, “Trace... I need to tell you something, I know it is soon, but I...”

Lyra paused, her eyes darting away, but when her eyes returned to his, he could see a fire in her eyes and a determination to say, “I love you! I don't want to worry about the ‘what ifs’... Please... tell me if you like me too... I won’t mind if you don't love me yet, but please... I want you to be happy, and I will stay as long as you let me... Don't worry about hurting me... so, what do you say?”

By now, Trace's heart seemed to ache and his eyes glued to hers. His mind was blank, even though he desperately wanted to think of something to say. Trace wrapped his arms around Lyra, pulling her tightly against his chest. He swallowed as he said, “I've never felt love before. I thought I had it with my ex-girlfriend, Vanessa.., but she ended up leaving me... What I feel for you though is totally different than what I felt for her... I'm unable to say for sure, but I feel like I love you and I do want this to work out...”

After he managed to spit out what he needed to say, he let go allowing her to pull back enough to look him in the eyes, “I do too; so until you are sure, let's settle on this.”

Lyra closed the distance as her lips connected with his once more. It seemed to be slow at first, but the kiss was warming with sharing of their tongues. Lyra had her right forehoof in Trace's hair, playing with it as her left forehoof had found its way under Trace's arm and placed on his back, keeping him pressed tightly against her stomach. Trace gently caressed Lyra's back, before sliding down and settling his hands on her cutie marks. Lyra squirmed from his hands, shivers being left where his fingers traced, which made her push herself further down into Trace's lap. He flinched in surprise, but didn't offer any resistance. Trace blushed, feeling his silky pajama bottoms becoming rather tight. He pulled back with a pant and a blush on his face. Not noticing why he stopped, made Lyra begin to worry, “Are you okay? Is it getting too much for...” Lyra shifted her hips and noticed something prodding her inner thigh. A blush of her own showing through, her heart beating fast as her own arousal was escalating. She desperately wanted to rip his clothes off and have her way with him, but out of apprehension of whether Trace was even ready for that part of their relationship, she asked, “Do... you want me to get off of you?”

Trace seemed to hesitate; she could see the want in his eyes, but the fear of the ‘what ifs’ stopping him. Trace's mind drew a blank, not sure if they should continue. No matter how much his mind was debating the issue, though, his body had already made its decision; his growing shaft throbbing ever so noticeably against Lyra's inner thigh. Any trepidation Trace had quickly vanished, as his fingers snaked their way into Lyra's mane, pulling her head forward continuing their kiss.

Lyra was a little startled at the sudden action, but didn't mind in the least. She couldn't quell the sensation that was growing between her hind legs. With her lust kicking in, she was beginning to grind her hips down into Trace's lap, making small muffled moans escape between their lips. Trace tried desperately to breathe through his nose, so he could make the kiss last longer, but he could not focus on breathing and kissing at the same time. As soon as the kiss broke; Lyra took this moment to move her muzzle to Trace's ear, “I want you Trace, I don't want to force you... but if you are willing…?”

At her words and the breath against his ear, Lyra could feel him twitch against her inner thigh. She could tell he was thinking hard as he was panting. After a couple minutes of consideration, a deep blush, followed by a slight nod, could be seen. Lyra only smiled as she reached her hooves down, snaking her way under the rim of his shirt, pulling it off over his head. She briefly kissed his neck before getting up and eying his body. Trace was taken by surprise as a light minty aura pulled off his silk pajamas. Lyra frowned at seeing yet another layer of clothing; his underwear. A look of lust crossed her face, and her eyes fell half lidded as she noticed the bouncing tent in the fabric. Lyra looked up to make sure one more time if Trace was okay with this, “Trace, are you sure you are ready for this? I mean, we can stop if...”

Lyra was hushed as Trace darted forward, placing another kiss onto Lyra's lips; the kiss broke as soon as it started followed by Trace whispering, “I want this, Lyra.”

That was all Lyra needed before guiding Trace's back to the sheets on the floor, her magic removing his underwear. She was taken aback for a moment; her eyes glued his throbbing appendage. She swallowed lightly as she folded three of her hooves under her, her right forehoof draping over Trace's leg, and nuzzled his shaft with her nose. Trace blushed at the sight before him; she was lying with his legs spread to her sides. His breathing was becoming labored, and a shiver went up his spine as Lyra licking the base of his member. Trace moved up onto his elbows to look down at Lyra's golden orbs that were looking back at him, “You really don't have too... Ahh...”

Lyra didn't let him continue protesting as she took the head into her mouth, his tip rubbing against the roof of her mouth, with her tongue messaging the bottom. Her eyes remained glued onto Trace's face. Unable to think straight, Trace allowed himself to fall back onto the pillows under his head. Exasperated moans escaped him …, as his member was slowly taken into her maw. When she had taken around half of his seven and a half inches, she pulled off just as slowly, licking the underside of his girth like a sucker, before taking it back in, but slightly faster. Lyra closed her eyes as she found Trace's hand moving up to her head and his fingers finding their way through her hair. Trace's other hand clenched blanket as he thought to himself, ‘if... if she keeps it up... I-I w-wont last...’

Lyra grinned as her head moved down, taking a good portion of him into her, bobbing her head quickly trying to get him to feed her his milk. Without even her realizing, a forehoof had found its way between her hind legs, and was rubbing in a circular motion against her glimmering wet mound. She was about to try and take the entire thing into her mouth, as Trace sat up into a sitting position and pulled her head off of his member. His breathing labored, and his face clear that he had almost came. Lyra pouted as she asked, “Why did you do that?”

“I don't want this to end quite yet... I want to return the pleasure!” Trace said with a seductive smile.

Lyra sat up as she was about to protest, “But... the first time is supposed to be just for the stallion...”

Even though Trace was desperate to continue, he couldn't help but ask, “What do you mean?”

“I'm supposed to pleasure you and the mare usually doesn't get off the first time... I am supposed to try and keep you interested... for next time...” Lyra looked down at her hooves like she had failed.

“That doesn't seem fair, now does it?” Lyra looked up to see Trace smiling lustily. She didn't know how to react, but yelped as Trace moved forward, grabbing hold of her and guiding her to her back, “Let me return the favor, please? I insist!”

Lyra blushed and nodded, she had to keep reminding herself that it was different for Trace, since his gender roles were reversed. Any thoughts of stopping him vanished as he brought her mouth into a kiss. His hands tenderly tracing her chest before heading lower and lightly pinching on of her nipples. Lyra moaned, not believing they could be so sensitive. Then again, those fingers of his were amazing! His hand continued downward, and her sensitive and swollen lips twitched from his touch. He started by only cupping it in his hand, but soon enough she found him tracing the outsides with two of his middle fingers. She broke the kiss, her head shooting back as she pleaded, “Sto... Stop teasing...”

A throaty chuckle could be heard coming from Trace, as his fingers made their way to a little nub of flesh at the top of her slit. Lyra bit her lower lip to hide a moan, but her body exposed the pleasure anyway. Trace gently rubbed in a small circular motion, his lips moving forward to lick and suckle at her displayed neck. A grunt could be heard as one of his fingers moved lower and slipped in. Lyra was now at Trace's mercy, she couldn't stand it anymore and was bucking her hips down, trying to take more into her. A second finger followed and now Trace had both middle fingers plunged deep inside her, resting for a moment as to make sure no pain ensued. Trace had ignored the throbbing pain of neglect his member was receiving, focusing only on Lyra. Trace was surprised to find that Lyra's g-spot was relatively located the same as a humans was. He gave it an experimental nudge with his finger and Lyra squirmed and archer her back; her mouth shooting open but only a crack in her voice could be heard. He thought he had hurt her for a moment as he froze, “Lyra! Did I hurt you?”

Lyra whimpered as she pleaded, “Please... whatever you did... do it again!”

Trace smiled as he gave the little round spot a few rough presses, and sure enough Lyra was motioning her hips in a circle. Trace looked up to Lyra's horn with curiousness, as it began to give off a faint glow. He could tell she was starting to get close. Her moans were getting shorter and her hips were making a steady rhythm as they tried to match his fingers presses against her most intimate of spots. He quickened his pace, his fingers making a upward jerking motion, making them forcefully jerk against the pleasure center of her juicy tunnel. Lyra's body tensed up, her head jerking off the covers below and tears being forced from her clenched eyes, a body-wide orgasm wreaking havoc on her senses. Trace held his fingers in place, twitching them slightly to prolong her orgasm, getting his gratification from giving her pleasure.

It took at least several minutes before her body stopped majorly convulsing, and another five just for her to regain enough composure to move, “That...” That was all she said, not really knowing what else to say. Trace removed his fingers and smiled at the sticky digits on his hand. Trace flinched when his hand was encased in magic, and led to Lyra's open mouth. She suckled them like a pacifier, as she licked up her own juices. Trace's member throbbed ever so violently at the attention his fingers were receiving, reminding him where her mouth had been earlier.

She finished with his fingers and got to her hooves. Trace sat with his back to the couch, and his legs stretched straight out to the fireplace as he asked, “You okay to continue?”

Lyra nodded as she straddled his lap, connecting their lips together. She paused when she felt his member prodding her entrance. She didn't hesitate to let gravity impale her onto his girth, a grunt exiting both their mouths as her tunnel slickly swallowed him whole. She sat there for several moments, breathing into his ear as she let herself adjust. Trace couldn't help but squeeze her close to his body, “Your... ah... so warm...”

At that, Lyra reared her hips back, his member almost slipping out of her, before jerking her hips forward in quick bursts. His throbbing manhood was driven back into her slick passage, earning her a clearly audible moan from Trace. Her hooves hugged his neck as she rode him. A gasp left her mouth as she felt Trace's nails lightly scratch down her back, earning him several twitches around his cock. He couldn't do much in his sitting position and blushed whenever their naughty bits would connect with a wet gooey sound. All he really could do was help guide her hips and slam her down upon each re-entry. It was now Trace's turn to get quiet, he was attempting to think of something else, but knew he wasn't going to last much longer. So, he decided to warn her, “Lyra... I can't... last...”

“Just... a lit... little longer...” In truth, Lyra was nearing her own inevitable end. A burning fire was building within her, both from the sweat of both bodies, and the fire from the fire place warming her back; it was becoming too much to handle. She held on to Trace for dear life as it finally hit, her treasure convulsing over his length and her mouth shouting out, “OH TRACE....”

Trace realized what had happened and tried to last a couple seconds longer, but the way she was milking him for all he was worth sent him over the edge. He didn't yell like she had, but forced her hips down in a couple more short thrusts before plunging all the way into her; coating her insides with his hot string of juices. Some of it, and a good bit of her own, leaked out and spread over his shaft and her mound. Their bodies did little more than twitch and heave heavily as they clung to one another. Several minutes later, they could once again hear the crackling of the fire, and the wearied pants of the other. Lyra nuzzled Trace's cheek as she finally was able to think clearly, “I love you, Trace; I really, really do...”

Trace smiled as he hugged her tightly, earning a few left over twitches over his shrinking member, “I love you too, Lyra.”

Lyra forced herself up and off of Trace, collapsing on her side on the pillow closest to the fire place. While on all fours, Trace crawled over, dragging a log and tossing it into the fire, before collapsing himself next to the minty green mare, his brown eyes locking with hers. The room was warm and smelled of sex. Lyra's and Trace's hair was frizzed and ruffled. Both exhausted and thoroughly fulfilled. Not another word was said as they snuggled close together, their nose barely touching as they drifted off into sleep in front of the warm fire.

Author's Note

Special thanks to my editor Bytestorm