Heart Strings

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 5161

Lyra earns extra bits at her job.

Everyone knows Lyra. Ponyville's local musician who plays at the Frosty Mug, yet little do most of them know what else she does there…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-28 14:00:01 UTC

Earning her bits

The sound of the alarm clock ringing awoke Lyra from her deep sleep, causing her to reach out and smack the snooze button. As she rose up in her bed, She moaned and protested as the harsh glare of the morning sun hit her face. As her eyes tried to focus on her window, she could she a little blue bird sitting on the ledge of her window looking right at her. Turning away from it, her vision locked onto the beige mare right beside her in the bed. It was her marefriend Bonbon, sleeping quietly. Lyra’s frown quickly turned into a soft smile as she leaned into her and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, before she slowly got out of her bed. As she got out, she looked at the alarm clock and noted the time was. 9:02

Realizing she had only an hour to head out, she trotted out of her room and went right into the bathroom to freshen up for work. It was Saturday, which meant she had to be at work for 10. While Lyra worked at the local watering hole, her mate Bonbon worked for the odd job group in town to earn her share of bits. Considering they didn’t pay much, it always fell on Lyra to earn the majority of the bits for their house.

Thinking about her job made Lyra frown again. While she performed in front of an audience, the bar owner never gave her a proper amount of bits for her job. Not only did she play her lyre for ponies, she also worked as a bar waitress as well. The hours were long and the bits were little, but she had no other place to perform. Considering the watering hole, named the Frosty Mug, was the only area in town to play, she had no choose but to work there. Walking into the bathroom, Lyra turned on the shower knob and waited for it to heat up.

The shower was relaxing and did its part in waking her up completely. When all of her mint colored fur was wet, she flared up her horn in a golden aura and she grabbed the soap to lathered up her fur. The soap had a candy scent to it and the soothing scent of the soap slowly made her body more presentable for work and put her mind more at ease. She didn`t take long in the shower and quickly washed up and exited it. After drying off and fixing up her mane, she got ready to exit the bathroom. After finishing her shower, Lyra stepped into the hallway and noted the house was quiet, save for the sound of her hooves stepping on the wooden floor boards, causing them to creek.

Descending down the stairs, Lyra wondered how packed the bar would be today and if “He” Was going to show up to see her. Her frown deepened as she thought about the black Pegasus that had made a habit of visiting her ever since his failure to get into the Wonderbolts.

Ever since Thunderlane tried out at the academy and failed, his life went into a downward spiral. His old girlfriend Flitter, wasn’t too keen on a failure for a boyfriend and left him once she learned about it. Thunderlane in turn became depressed and slowly became the town drunk over the next few months. Though he was a failure, he was also a very well off Pegasus in terms of money. Thanks to the job his parents had in Cloudsdale, they would send him money every week in order for him and his younger brother Rumble to live off of it. In the back of her mind, Lyra wished her parents were like that, but traveling musicians never made that much to begin with.

Arriving in the kitchen, Lyra opened her fridge to grab a meal before she departed for the Mug. After taking a moment to think about what she wanted, she settled for making a simple peanut butter sandwich, an apple, and a banana. Grabbing the two fruits near the bottom of the fridge and levitating both of them to the table with magic, she turned her attention to the package of bread nearby. Taking a second to remember where the peanut butter was, she turned her attention to a nearby cupboard and once again used her magic to open it up and grab the simple jar filled with peanut butter. Moving both those items to the table, she prepped the sandwich and began to eat.

The breakfast was good enough to help her last until she returned at 6 later in the day. Discarding both the core of the apple and the banana peel into a nearby compost pail, she made her way for the door and exited her lovely abode.  As she walked through the town, ponies and friends alike greeted her like they normally would, all smiles and kind gestures. Lyra smiled and greeted everyone in return with a big smile and a cheerful voice as she continued on her way to her destination. Finally arriving at it, she took in the look of the building. There it was, the Frosty Mug, a rather simple building with a half-arsed sign on the window and a simple open sign on the front window.  Getting closer to the window, she peered inside and saw only a few customers in the bar. Considering it was only quarter to 10, the bar would be empty until lunch hit, and she started to perform. With a deep sigh, she approached the front door and entered.

The sound of a simple overhead bell near the door signaled her arrival and she was greeted by the green eyes of a white unicorn standing behind the bar, washing a few cider mugs. The pony in question was the owner himself Frosty Mugs, and he gave her a simple nod of his head to acknowledge her arrival. She nodded in return but kept her expression neutral as she approached the front bar.

Frosty was a simple pony that moved from Trottingham in his youth and opened a bar up in order to liven up the area of Ponyville. While he had good intentions of making the area a bit more interesting to visit, he only cared about the money it brought in. Thanks to a deal with the Griffon Express, and Sweet Apple Acres, his bar became the premier bar for imported drinks and sweet, sweet cider. Frosty himself was practically rolling in bits but it never stopped him from being a cheap boss.

“Good morning Lyra.” Frosty said to her in a modest tone as he finished cleaning the last mug.

“Morning Frosty, ready for the rush we’ll get today?” Lyra replied putting on a small smile as she sat on the brown bar stool.

“Always, as long as you play that lyre of yours, they’ll attempt to drunk themselves stupid just for a chance with you.” Frosty joked as he put a smug smirk on his face.

Lyra’s false smile went right into a frown as she knew was he was implying. Frosty knew about her side job and always poked fun at her for it. Noticing her displeased glare, he shut up and turned his back to her so he could wipe down the glass case holding various kinds of alcohol. Before she could say her piece of mind to him about his comment, she heard the sound of the bell signaling her first customer had made their way inside. Putting her thoughts to the side, she put her work face and got ready to work her shift until it was show time.

The few hours she was serving the amount of patrons started to slowly increase in hopes of watching her perform at the bar. While the bar was widely known for its alcohol, Lyra’s lyre shows are what really brought in the crowd. She was always composing new songs to try out, and nearly all of them were always a hit with the crowd. While the bar didn’t have a legit stage, Lyra settled for a simple siren approach by sitting on an empty table while the crowd swarmed around her in drunken awe. Most of the regulars knew to look but not touch unless they paid for it. Turning her attention to the clock above the bar, it read 10 to 12 and she knew it was almost show time. Before she turned for the back room in which her golden lyre rested, the sound of the bell signaled another customer had entered.

As she took in the new customer, her happy expression turned into a sour one as the failure himself, Thunderlane entered through the door. Without even looking at him in the eyes, her eyes darted to a big brown bag hanging over his dark fur signaling he was there for a large fill of cider and even her. Judging from the bag side, he looked like he was going to be drinking for a long while. Lyra knew even after her time with him, she would have to continue to serve him until he was too drunk to fly or even walk home. As much as she hated it, it was the cost for earning those much needed bits.

Lyra watched his bright eyes travel around the room as he took in the large amount of ponies around. His expression was a simple smirk until he saw Lyra and then it turned into a lustful smile. While looking at her, he brought his wing up to the bag and gave it a slight jingle to further show she was the main reason for him. Lyra just took a deep breath and headed into the back room to grab her lyre.

The back room was small and simple. It was a simple storage area that had the faint smell of hard cider lingering in the air. A few large boxes were stacked on the floor, and a small wooden chest rested near the far corner that held her priceless lyre. Trotting over to it, she opened it up and saw her mother’s passed on lyre before her. It was a smaller one bit it was worth its fair amount in bits. The lyre itself was made out of pure gold and it held countless memories. Closing the case, she grabbed the lyre with magic, she left the room and when she entered the bar, over a dozen of eyes watched her with eagerness, while a certain pair of bright yellow eyes, watched her like a piece of poon. Ignoring the already slightly drunk Pegasus sitting right in front of her table, she approached the table and took her position on top of it.

The room went silent as they waited for her to start her performance. Lyra took a second to pick a song and when she did she started to play it. The song lasted a few minutes but it captured the hearts and souls of all the ponies watching. With a pluck of the final chord she stopped and waited for the clopping of hooves to start. It did and she knew she pleased her audience. The clopping lasted for a good 10 seconds before they stopped and moved back to their table. Lyra was happy and content but the glare of the black Pegasus at her side reminded her she had other tasks to attend to.

Walking back to the room, Lyra looked over her shoulder and saw her suitor eagerly following after her with a slight hiccup in his footing. Even while she played, she knew he had already started downing ciders in order to get himself going for her. At the corner of her eyes, she saw her boss looking at her with a cocky grin as he took the patrons money and got them their drinks. Before she looked away from him, she saw him mouth the words “enjoy yourself at her.” Before tending to his customers.

She waited all males like him and Thunderlane with a passion.

As she opened the door and entered the room, she waited for her customer to walk in the room behind her. Once he entered, he closed the door behind him and locked it in case a curious pony was being nosy.

“Nice song you did Lyra. I do always enjoy listening to them…” Thunderlane said to hear with a slightly slurred voice.

“Let’s just get this done.” Lyra replied with a lot of venom in her voice.

“What’s the rush babe? We got a good 20 minutes before you head back on.” Thunderlane stated in a slightly arrogant tone, signaling he was going to make sure he used lots of her spare time.

Lyra frowned and looked at the wall as he started to approach her. When he got close enough, he leaned into her neck and took in the scent radiating from her fur. There was always a cold air to Thunderlane and she felt a shiver down her spine as he went beside her. Thunderlane slowly brought her hoof up to her chin and turned it back to him so she had the displeasure at looking at him. His breath reeked of both Dragon Cider and hard cider and his hoof was sweaty and a tad shaky. He started to move his hoof to her cheek and she again looked away from him. This was his attempt at trying to be a bit romantic for her. She hated it and wished he would just get it done and off with.

“Oh don’t be like that babe, I know you enjoy this as much as I do…” Thunderlane whispered  as he brought his face into her neck and nuzzled it.

“So you think.” Lyra hissed still looking away from him.

“Heh, if you didn’t enjoy it, then why do you let me do this then?” He stated as he moved his head to the bag of bits and untied it from his side, letting it drop to the floor with a loud clang.

Lyra looked at the overflowing bag of bits and replied saying “I just need the bits.”

“Heheh, lousy little bit whorse.” He replied as he started to circle around her minty body.

“Rather be a whorse then a failure at the Wonderbolt Academy.” Lyra replied not wanting to show him she was going to take his verbal comment.

Lyra hated the way he talked to her. While most colts and stallions treated mares like proper mares, Thunderlane was the type of colt who didn’t care for being an ass to them. The smug smile on his face, quickly switched to a hateful look.

“You continue to speak like that, I just may cut my bits in half…” He snarled at her as he kicked the bit bag over, letting the large amount of bits scatter across the floor.

Lyra hushed up at the thought of being that much more poor. It was already hard enough to work and she didn’t want to end up taking more shifts then she should. The smug smile returned and he moved his face into her ear whispering “That’s what I thought.”

His voice almost made Lyra’s stomach to twist into knots. The way he talked to her like she was a lesser pony sickened her, but he was the only well off pony in town that would give her enough bits for the tasks she did. As he circled behind her body, Lyra got her mindset into place for the deeds to come.

Closing her eyes, Lyra felt the hot breath from the eager colts’ mouth brush against her marehood in short yet slightly excited breathes. She felt his rough teeth grip onto the base of her tail in order to move it away so he could see the prize that he paid for on occasion. Though he was eager, he was very calm and collected about enjoying her body to its fullest. As his velvety tongue poked at her folds, she did her best to not fidget.

He would lick slowly and gently in an attempt to get her slightly aroused, but it would never work for him. While Lyra was so used to having him as his suitor, she never wanted him to see that she was enjoying it. The first time it happened, he started flooding her mind with calling her a *Whorse who enjoyed it.*

“Not aroused are we? Afraid I’ll call you what you really are?” He whispered with a hint of malice in his voice as he suddenly pushed her body on its side and lifted her leg up into the air.

Lyra didn’t answer him and just looked the other way as she heard his body shuffling slightly until he was sitting on the floor, eying her lady parts with a watering mouth almost. Slightly tilting his head to the side, he pressed his cider flavored lips against her marehood and kissed it a few times before he used his hoof to spread them slightly for more access. This made Lyra whine a bit as she felt that same disgusting tongue went a bit deeper into her lady folds. The whine was a mix of frustration with a hint of pleasure in it.

“I can hearing that little bit of pleasure in your voice babe, told you, you were just a whorse who like it.” Thunderlane stated as he pulled away for a second before rolling her on her back.

Lyra winced as she felt the dirty floor, rub across her once clean fur. The back room was never cleaned and she knew her back was looking to look dirty from it. In the next instant, Thunderlane put his hooves on both sides of her flank, and slightly rose her body up so he could sit on her near while sampling hers.

His tongue went back to work but this time she found it traveling from the base of her tail, over her ass, and fully across her now slightly wet marehood. His tongue would flicker at both her holes on occasion and most of them would be on her ass. She never understood how he could stick his tongue into it and wiggled it around and found it disturbing in a way. Sadly her body disagreed and enjoyed the odd treatment it was used to getting.

“Smells like you cleaned it today. Seems my little mare is making sure her body is the best for me…” He chuckled once better speaking up again. “And it seems you’re getting a bit more wet too…

Without losing a beat, he continued to eat out both of her holes in order to sate his lust and her increasing arousal. As much as she tried to not enjoy it, it would always feel good to her in a way. The fact it was close to spring didn’t help the matters at all either.

Lyra didn’t knew how much time went by as the exchange continued but he finally stopped and rest her rear rest against the dirty floor. As it hit the floor, Lyra found that her face was blushing and her body was starting to slowly get more hot. Thunderlane looked at her, smiling like the arrogant pony he was. With a small grunt, he rose up and Lyra saw his meat package fully erect and ready to get packed away inside of her body.

“Roll over and spread your legs for me.” He ordered at her in a cold tone.

Lyra obeyed and rolled her body over for him. Thunderlane looked at her back and noticed the dirt was sticking to her rather nicely. At the corner of his eyes, he saw a piece of old bubble gum sticking near the bottom of her mane.

“Heheh, you look like a pony living off the streets right now.” He chuckled as he pushed his hoof on the gum and spread it more into her.

Lyra didn’t know what he was talking about, but the feeling of something clinging to her mane and fur, made her realize there was something on her.

“Bastard.” She hissed as she used her magic to pull the object suck to her fur off of her.

With a hard yank, it came out and she tossed it into a pile of boxes with a hint of anger in her throw. While she managed to get it off, A bit of pink could still be seen on both her mane and body. Thunderlane chuckled again and started to get ready for his service. Eying her cunt his member twitched with excitement and he slowly rose up to his hindlegs.

Lyra felt his rough hooves start to grope her tight ass and massage it while at the same time squeezing her cheeks hard and spreading them wide enough so he could see her tail hole. He stepped back a foot before bending his face down and sticking his nose right into her poop chute in order to get a nose full of her back side.

"Mhmmm...I love that you always smell clean from there…” He cooed as he let his tongue dance across her ass one last time before returning to his original position.

Lyra’s whole body shuddered with disgust as she felt his tongue slide across her like it did, erecting a slightly hushed gasp from her throat. Before she knew it, she felt his wet and very slick members tip brushing at her wetness, ready to enter her. Her legs started to feel like jello as her mind knew what was coming next for her. Thunderlane smiled and and slid his slick member into her ass very slowly. Lyra did her best to suppress her painful cries as the twitching visitor went deep inside of her.  He always started with her ass, and it always hurt. The only lubrication that was applied was only his precum and nothing more. It took a minute, but she felt his body resting against her ass cheeks signaling he was in all the way. Lyra was thankful for his size and knew if it was any better it would be very uncomfortable for her to take.

Thunderlane wasted on time and started to slowly hump his dick in and out of her in a slowly motion. Lyra closed her eyes and just let the colt do his thing to her. Her heat started to build up inside of her more and more, and she knew she was going to start dripping on the floor beneath her. Just the feel of his member moving in and out of her disgusted her. It was repulsive. Vile. Sickening, yet in a way it felt good.  It sickened her that her body wanted it but she couldn't silence it. Wanting to hear her whine, Thunderlane jerked his member hard inside of her, which made her whine with a bit of pain.

“You like this don’t you? Just admit it you 2-bit slut.” He said quietly as he started to get into a better rhythm.

Lyra’s throat was starting to get dry and she was very annoyed. It was always like this for her,  he would always try to make her say she was enjoying it. She couldn’t admit to him or he would never let her live it down. Keeping quiet, she just slightly fidgeted her legs to bear with the feeling. Thunderlane just smirked and started to make his thrusts into a better motion. As he thrusts grew faster, his balls started to slap against her rear slightly teasing her dripping wetness.

Again time went on and Thunderlane was happy with his first choice of hole. He felt he body nearing his climax and with a simple motion he pulled his member out of her ass and aimed it at his next target. Lyra felt his erection brushing against her and just stared at the wall and waited for it to happen. Without waiting, Thunderlane pushed his warm erection into her wetness which made the both of them *ohhh* and *awww* respectively. Her body tensed and trembled as her unwanted guest started to repeat its past performance and go deep inside of her. Her cunt was so wet, Thunderlane’s dick slid in with no resistance at all and in less than 5 seconds, he was fully inside of her.

Lyra could feel his thick, stallion cock nearly vibrating inside of her body. She hated the feeling of him inside of her but still remained a proper whore and just continued to stare at the floor remaining silent. Thunderlane just simply closed his eyes, put a creepy smile on his face, wrapped his hooves around her body, and started to rock his hips with excitement. Just the feeling of it moving inside of her put Thunderlane in a state of bliss. His once well timed thrusts became untimely and erratic, showing how excited he was to enjoy his property.

Thunderlane always loved how good she felt on the inside and outside of her body. While she was a simple musician, hery frame was lean and slightly well-built, showing that she was an active mare. He felt his wings started to get very stiff and with a loud POMF, they well fully erect, which made him speed up his motions.

“Mhmm…” Lyra whined as the wet slaps started to echo throughout the small room.

Though it was a feeling she was used to, it always seemed to hurt her when he rocked into her body. The only thing she could think of was his size in the sack. While she was a slightly smaller mare, she felt it more than anything when it came to sex with stallions. It hurt more than anything and she wished it would just end. Every thrust she felt hurt more than the next, and she felt like she was getting ripped apart.

Lyra said nothing and just stared red faced at the floor. She felt her body gearing up for a climax and knew she wasn’t going to last longer then him today. Usually he would finish first and leave her very horny to the point she had to stay in the back room to get herself off in order to perform right. Suddenly it happened and she felt her muscles tighten up and squeeze his erection tightly. Closing her eyes tightly, she bit her lip to try and forget the feeling rising up in her body. Sadly it was no use and as she let out a muffle cry telling her suitor was just happened.

Thunderlane smiled and rocked harder into her wetness. He could feel her climax lubing up his erection more and more. He was happy to know he was going to enjoy her body while she had no choice but to enjoy it as well. Knowing she had gotten off just made his already erratic thrusts go faster and harder into her and he spoke up.

“Told you you’re nothing but a whorse who loves it.” He said leaning into her neck.

“Sh-shut up…” Lyra whined as her sensitive backside was filling her mind with lustful thoughts.

She tried to bit her lip again to try and quiet her body, but she only made her lower lip bleed from the pressure she was putting on it. She wanted to cry but refused to show anymore weakness to him. Her legs felt weak from holding both their bodies up and she wished he would just finish up.

Thunderlane finally hit the starting line for his climax. The inside of her cunt was hot, wet, and he could feel her previous orgasm starting to cling to his fur, hardening up. Feeling the switch getting hit, he thrusted forward and held it in until he couldn’t hold it in. He didn’t pull out knowing she couldn’t get pregnant until spring time hit and felt no shame.

Lyra just cringed as she felt his warm seed fill up her pussy and was slightly relieved the deed was finally done. After he was done emptying the contents of his sack into her, he unceremoniously pulled it out  and stared at his ghostly liquid seep out her slightly numb back backside. Thunderlane loved the scene of his dirty seed leaving the once prim and proper mare. He still felt horny from the act but knew she was nearing her next performance. Looking at the door he walked by her body and unlocked it.

“70 bits as usual babe. See you in a few…” He stated with almost no emotion in his voice as he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

As he finally left, she stared at floor, feeling nothing but disgust for herself but had no time to wallow in her own pity. Quickly getting up, she went to the door and opened it up. Thankfully the bathroom was right beside the storage area and she could freshen up by cleaning the sex of her body so no pony would smell it on her. Finally clean to the point of reason, Lyra pondered her next song to play. Walking out of the bathroom, she made her way to the table and once again the room went silent. Going onto the table once again, she grabbed her lyre and began to play.

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It was one of her favorite songs, in which she played for Bonbon every time they would go out for an even stroll and watched the stars together. She always poured her feelings into her songs and that’s why many loved to watched her play. While she played, all memories faded into nothing and she just focused on her lyre. While the song was short, it always seem to last a lot longer when being played out in front of ponies. The crowd would get into it and let the soothing melody sink into them.

Finally hitting the last chord she stopped and for a brief second it was quiet.. The next second the clopping of hooves started and even a few cheers as well. Will she was happy to hear their praise, one pony stuck out that displeased her. Right in front of her Thunderlane was simply sitting still without taking his eyes off of her. He was the only pony that didn’t care for her music and how much effort she put into it. He only cared about one thing and it was sating his lust for her. Lyra said nothing as she got off the table and with that, the crowd dispersed so they could refill on alcohol and get ready for her next show in 20 minutes. Lyra opted to walk outside for a breath of fresh air. As she exited the building, she took in the afternoon sunlight and smiled.

“At least it’s a beautiful day.” She said quietly as she stared up into the sky.