The Lyrist

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Original Character, Sex, Lyra
Length: 5263

Lyra gets drunk and rapes you in an alley.

[Second person clopfic featuring Lyra Heartstrings and a ponified version of you]

When neighbours ask small favors of you, liking fetching their drunk room mate from a nearby bar, nothing can go wrong right?

Dark tag for female on male rape.

Published 2013-04-14 19:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-14 19:00:02 UTC

Chapter 1

“Could you be a dear and go to the Frosty Mug and get Lyra for me? She shouldn’t be that drunk but sometimes she can get out of hoof.” Is the only thought that is echoing through your mind from earlier in the evening, asked by you from your neighbour Bon-Bon.

Sadly now you know better.

“Awwwwww yeah, time to liven up this joint!” A very drunken minty, green unicorn named Lyra shouts over the music box playing nearby while she stands on two legs atop a bar table in the center of the place.

Thankfully only you, Lyra, and the bar owner are the only ones left in the place considering it was starting to close up for the night. Even though its closing time, Lyra still has a beer bottle wrapped in a golden aura of magic, floating beside her face half empty, ready to be chugged down.

“Can you please get her out of here?” A very angry white unicorn named Frosty asks you considering his bar area is starting to look like a war zone.

Looking around the bar you notice bottles all over the floor along with tables and chairs toppled all over the place. You want to think that other ponies were being drunk and causing the mess but sadly you know Lyra did all of it.

“Come on Lyra, I was supposed to have you back at Bon-Bon’s before 12…” You say very nervously to her as you turn your vision to the clock on the wall, noticing its 2 a.m.

“Lighten up neighbour. My little candy butt can wait a bit longer for me! I don’t get out enough so I’m enjoying it tonight.” She replies back as she sits cross legged on the table and brings her floating beer to her lips and downs it in mere seconds.

“Ever hear about too much of a good thing? Seriously, if you don’t leave now I’ll call the guard on you!” Frosty blurts out getting to his limit with the minty green unicorn.

“Ahh…alright fine I’ll leave now. Jeez…didn’t know you-oopes…” Lyra answers back to him as she moves the bottle away and tries to put on the table but thanks to her double vision she actually misses it completely, causing it to hit the floor and shatter.

For a brief few seconds an ear deafening shattering sound is heard, followed by a very awkward silence. Looking at Lyra’s face you can see a bit of a shocked expression on it until a stupid smile replaces it.

“Heheh, lets break another bottle!” Lyra chuckles lighting up her horn, looking for a different bottle to toss at the floor in order to entertain her drunken mind.

“Get her out of here! NOW!” Frosty snaps at you, almost foaming at the mouth.

“Lyra please can we go!?” You say quickly as you trot up to her table and try to get her attention.

She quickly turns her sun colored, yet bloodshot eyes at you and lets the magic disappear from around her horn.

“Alright, alright. I guess we can go now…hey could you help me off, I don’t think walking is something I can do by myself right now.” She answers back much to your delight as she looks at you with a rather sultry look.

You ignore it and rise to your back legs and reach out to scoop her body up. As you lift her up from the table and hold her almost like a newborn filly, she continues to give you that sultry look, showing the alcohol is starting to really get her active imagination going.

“I like it when ponies start on two legs. Bi-Bi-Bipuddle creatures are more interesting to be around…” She says to you as you start walking for the doorway out.

“It’s bipedal Lyra. And can we not talk about those right now?” You answer back sharply not wanting for her to devolve into one of her *human* rants.

“aww come on neighbour! Don’t be such a party pooper! Hey see you next week Frosty! I’ll look prim and proper for my sh-shift!” Lyra says to you first and then turns her head to the side to speak to a very angry bar owner.

You suddenly hear a low growling and then hear the sound of a shot glass whizzing by your head, hitting the wall in front of you. You take that as a sign to get the fuck out of their quickly before Frosty starts to get more violent. Pushing your body against the door, you open it up and walk into the cool night. The night itself is somewhat clear with the exception of a few clouds some slacker on the weather team forgot to clear out from the bright night sky.

“Prett-hic! Nice night out isn’t it?” Lyra says to you as she hiccups slightly and rubs her hoof in a circle against your fluffy chest.

“Lyra please don’t,” You say sharply not wanting any of her in her current state.

Even though you’ve lived next to her and Bon-Bon for a long time, you can admit that you’ve had the hots for her mostly but never for her when she’s in a drunken state. When she’s not being stupid, she’s actually a very content and well behaved mare. She can be a bit nutty at times when bipedal creatures and for some reason *Hands* turn up in a conversation but other than that she’s fine.

“What are you gay? How are you not interested in me!?” Her sultry voice quickly turns into a very bitter one as you carry her into a back alley as a shortcut to her place.

“Because you’re drunk and I don’t want to hurt Bon-Bon’s feeling if she knew…shit.” You start to say still with your thoughts going on about her and then stopping realized you let some of your thoughts slip at the end.

“Ahhh you do like me then…That makes me a very happy mare…” She says as her sultry voice returned and pushes her face close enough to yours, almost making your noses touch.

“I thought you were a lesbian.” You say stopping in your tracks in the middle of the dark alley.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be more ex-ex-experience right?” Lyra answers back unsure of her own words.

“I think you mean experimental Lyra, but this is something we can talk about once you sober up a bit.” You say getting ready to start walking again.

“You’re boring…hrk…oh gosh I don’t feel so good…” She starts up but cuts herself off as a deep rumbling sound echoes from her stomach.

You realize what’s about to happen and start to panic, yet sadly you don’t move fast enough and a river of beer erupts from her mouth and cakes your back legs and even your crotch area. You cringe and feel very disgusted as the dirty backwash cakes your body, making you drop the minty mare to the ground out of shock. Thankfully she lands on her side but it doesn’t stop her from letting more of it spill out, yet you ignore her and stare at your smelly fur and feel like vomiting yourself. You’re thankful you didn’t accept any drinks from Lyra earlier on or you would have tossed all of it as well. Even though you didn’t, you can feel your body starting to get the shivers from holding back anything you have in your stomach.

Lyra finally stops coughing up beer and just lies very still on the cold ground, breathing very heavily. Though you’re very upset with her, you still need to check up on her to see if she’s alright. Wiping a bit of the backwash away, you go to all fours and trot over to her.

“Hey, you alright Lyra?” You ask her as you put a hoof on her shoulder.

“Ugh. I-I think I may have over did it…” She slurs as she curls her body up.

Looking over her side you notice a bit of her face is slightly resting in her own backwash while she stares at nothing in particular with a distant look in her eyes. Seeing her pathetic state makes any anger you still have get replaced with a sense of pity.

“You think I look like shit don’t you…” She asks you, not turning her head at all.

No. I just think you shouldn’t get careless with your drinking like that. Come on; let’s get you home so Bon-Bon can wash you up. Can you pull yourself up a bit so I can get you on my back?” You say to her as you give her back a slight nudge.

“I…think I feel a bit…bleh, better now.” She mutters out and slowly pulls her frame up just enough for you to slide your head under her body and push her onto your back. You rather walk with her on your back then hold her with our front hooves. Walking on back legs isn’t something most ponies do and it’s always considered an odd thing to see ponies doing, Lyra is one of the few ponies that finds it interesting enough to talk about.

“You know you got…a pretty lean back.~” Lyra says to you as she runs her soft hoof against your tail bone.

“Look, let’s just get you home.” You say quickly as start to trot quickly through the alley and out into the street.

As you continue to walk, you hear Lyra sucking in a lot of air in her nose and then try to build up something in her throat so she could spit it out. From the way you are hearing it, it sounds like she still had a bit of vomit stuck in her throat that needed to be out. She finally finishes clearing her throat and right after you hear her spit something out, a loud sound of metal getting hit echoes throughout the alley.

“So, how long have you had the hots for me?” She suddenly asks as she rubs the area where your cutie mark is.

“Will talk after you’re sober alright?” You say to her not in the mood for any sexual talk, considering the booze caking your crotch and fur is starting to harden up.

“Hmph! You say you’re interested in me but you keep acting like you’re gay.” Lyra snaps at you getting frustrated you’re not getting into her.

“I’m not into drunken ponies that vomit on me.” You answer back coldly.

“Hey…I’m sorry about that, I-if you want I could make it up to you.” Lyra replies feeling a bit hurt you brought up what just happened a few minutes ago.

“What would you do?” You ask her sarcastically as you step into another dark, back alley.

“Are you honestly interested in me?” She asks you again as she turns her body a bit so it’s no longer flopped over your back; instead her body is in the same direction as yours with her slightly wet cheek is resting against the back of your neck.

“I like you when you’re not drunk.” You say thinking nothing of her words.

“Hehe, then I know just the right way to make it up to you…” She whispers as she scoots her body up a bit so she’s able to whisper her words into your ear.

Before you attempt to answer her, you hear the sound of her horn flaring up with magic, followed by the feel of magic rubbing gently against your sack. You stop and tense up at her sudden interest in you but quickly recover from the feeling.

“L-Lyra, you’re too drunk for this right now. This isn’t the best time!” You say kicking at the air behind you, in hopes you can shoe away her magic.

“Don’t be such a bore neighbour. I think I’m so-somber enough to play with you.” Her words are lusty yet her breath still reeks off old alcohol that it kind of turns you on and off at the same time.

“Lyra it’s sober not somber, please don’t.” You say refusing to even think about taking advantage of the situation.

You’re a good pony and though sex with her would be a dream coming true, you refuse to consent to her drunken babbling. Even though you’re against it, your body isn’t agreeing with you. As the magic continues to rub able your sack, you can feel your dick hardening up from the weird sensation. You’ve never felt magic against your beer soaked crotch, yet you can’t help but enjoy the alien feeling of it.

“You want me to stop but I can tell you’re enjoying this. How about I make it even more interesting?”

With that said Lyra pulls her magic away for a few briefs seconds, and turns her head slightly to look behind her. With the magic gone you feel the need to get out of the alley quickly and get her home before she does something she doesn’t recall in the morning. Thinking about the fallout of the night you really don’t want to approach Lyra tomorrow and say “Hey Lyra! Guess what we did in a back alley last night?”

“Heheheh, you’ll love this little trick of mine.~” She chuckles slightly before you start walking again.

“What are you do-doing now!? Grah what is that!?” You say to her and then feel her magic wrapping around your growing erection, but then notice something is really off.

Bending your head down while lifting one of your front legs up, you gasp at the sight of some oddly golden shaped figure, stroking you up. At first you thought it was a diamond dog paw or even a dragon’s paw, but the outline of it is very different from one. The claws appear to be a bit shorter and pudgier then regular claws and show no signs of the tips being sharp, and you also notice it lacks any kind of fur.

“W-what is that thing!?” You ask a bit intrigued yet scared to know.

“It’s a hand, a human hand." Lyra replies to you with an almost ominous tone in her voice. "It’s useful to have around when Bon-Bon isn’t playful at nights.”

You start to panic more, not wanting to be a part of some crazy fetish and quickly buck her off your back. The sudden feeling of magic leaves your hardening erection and Lyra lets off a loud, drunk scream as she floats in the air for a second before she falls to the earth on her stomach.

“oww…Hey what gives?” She snaps at you as she gets up and rubs her gut.

“Lyra please, you’re not thinking straight, right now. I really don’t want to be a part of your crazy fetishes either.” You say backing up a bit.

“Ahhh quit your whining. Judging from that thing I’m seeing hovering below your stomach, you like it.” Lyra replies locking her slightly glazed eyes onto your fully erect dick.

You pause and look between your legs, noticing your beer soaked dick just hovering beneath you, needing to be taken care of. Turning your eyes from it, you look back at her and see her eyes still locked on your erection, grinning as dirty drunk thoughts go through her mind. Her smile is very unsettling and you slowly back away again, but she slowly trots toward you not breaking the distance. Her steps are a bit wobbly but she walks to you with a purpose in every one.

“Come on neighbour, you going to say no too little ole me~?” She says to you turning her head to the side, putting on an innocent look on her face.

“You don’t want to do this Lyra. What if Bon-Bon finds this out!?” You stammer out as you notice that same magical hand starting to creep closer to you, wiggling its pudgy appendages.

“It will be our little secret alright? Besides you may be acting scared but looking at that cock of yours twitching like it is, I say you’re a bit turned on by this…” Lyra says picking up her pace bit, getting a bit more frustrated with your disapproval for her.

Continuing to back away you can’t help but hear a bit of truth behind her drunken words. It is a little arousing but you refuse to make your friendly relationship very complexed. While you keep your eyes fixed on Lyra, you fail to notice a garbage can directly behind your line of walking and without knowing it you knock it down, filling the dead night with the sound of metal falling to the ground. Out of instinct, you gasp and look behind you to see what exactly what you hit. While you’re briefly distracted, Lyra sees her opening and charges at you. Before your eyes turn back you feel her soft body charge into you, knocking you on your side.

“Think about this clearly Lyra!” You shout as you try to scramble back up to your feet.

Sadly you only get on your back before you feel the weight of the minty mare press against your body. Pinning both your front hooves to the ground while sitting on your gut, Lyra smiles realizing she has you where she wants you. You try to push your hooves away but despite her small frame, she’s got some serious hoof and body strength.

“I am thinking clearly neighbour. I’m making your night a whole lot better.” She says slowly grinding her hips against your gut in a smooth motion.

Before you answer her, you notice her magic hand moving behind her body, disappearing for a second, before you feel the familiar sensation of magic against your member. You tense up and struggle to get free as you feel the magic wrap around it and slowly start to stroke it, sending a jolt of energy throughout your body, making your hips jerk forward from it.

“You’re so cute when you struggle you know that?” Lyra says still grinding her hips against you will beating you off slowly.

You don’t know what to do, nor do you know what to say. Talking to her isn’t getting you anywhere and trying to push her away isn’t helping either. You only got two choices which are either just take it or scream for help. Taking in the time of the night, no one will hear you scream and you rather not have her stick some random piece of trash into your mouth in order to shut you up. Whether you like it or not, Lyra plans on milking you dry.

Focusing fully on her face, you notice a bit of puke sticking to her cheek, giving it an almost spiked edge. The rest of her face is basically the same. Insane smile, bloodshot eyes that almost seem to be looking through you instead of at you, along with a bit of her disheveled mane covering her forehead. This wasn’t the Lyra you dreamed about rutting one night, in fact everything about her is completely wrong, yet your boner doesn’t seem to care for your train of thought. Slowly and surely, you start to give into her strength and stop fidgeting your body underneath hers.

“About time you quiet down. I was getting impatient.” She says to you as she leans her head forward while pushing the bottom part of her body into your hardened shaft.

You tense up again as you feel a slightly wet yet fleshy thing glide against your dick even while her magic continues to stroke away. The feeling of two very different, yet very same objects working against your shaft triggers something in your body that almost makes you prematurely cum. In a way it would be a boon to cum now but you would risk Lyra belittling you for being one of those ten second stallions as lots of mare talked about in Ponyville.

“Ahhhh…fuck…” You moan as your head cranes back and you stare at the night sky above you.

“You like that don’t you~?” She whispers into your ear, putting more effort into her words to sound seductive.

You’re inclined to agree except the beer that’s stuck on her cheek is rubbing against your face. Including that her breath isn’t the best right now makes you continue to question whether you truly want this or not.

“I-It feels…interesting.” You mutter out as you still stare up at the sky.

“Hmm…maybe I’m not trying hard enough.” She answers you with a hint of malice behind her words.

Right after saying that, you feel the magic hand around your shaft tightening as it goes to the bottom of it and slowly stroke it all the way to the top of it, before she twists it slightly and brings it back down fully. You let your hips jerk forward as a response and a loud moan escapes your lips, but that doesn’t stop her from continuing to work it. She goes with a slow and steady pace, making sure that you feel every bit of your shaft getting treated, and while she does that you still feel her pussy grinding against you at the same time.

“What do you have to say now?” She says to you as the magic fingers go to the tip of your dick and gently rub against it, almost like she’s making you regret not showing her real interest.

“L-Lyra, that-that’s…” You really can’t find your words for what you’re feeling right now. On one hoof it feels very interesting and very arousing, but on the other it’s still very alien and a bit disturbing.

“Let’s hear it.” Her words are accompanied by the movement of her cunt riding up your shaft to the tip, just waiting for the words to get slammed down on it.

“L-Lyra! W-we don’t have protection!” The sudden thought of impregnating her fills her mind with dread. The last thing anyone would want are little nutty versions of Lyra running around, acting like her on her bad days.

“I’m not in heat so don’t worry. Now, say it.” She says to you lightening the panic you were starting to feel, but you still tense up more when the entrance of her marehood gets wrapped around the head of your dick, teasing it beyond reason.

“Ahhhhhhhh….” You whimper out as her warm and moist pussy takes a bit of your cold erection inside of her.

Her magic hand doesn’t stop stroking you as she slowly rocks her body back and forth, making your dick move slowly with her. Just from the teasing you’re enduring, you worry you’ll blow your load way earlier then she would want.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” You say not able to fight back just how good it feels to you.

Lyra doesn’t answer you and just gets her body prepared for her final assault. Letting go of you hooves, she quickly removes hers from your chest and pushes her body up and then slams it down on your beer lubed erection, taking almost all of it in until she lifts up a bit and then goes back down, making her butt meet the bottom of your shaft.

“Oh my goooodddd…” You hiss out as her warm insides wrap around your erection, providing it with a new sense of relief from the cold night.

The motion even surprised Lyra a bit as her already spinning vision starts to go even faster, making the small amount of liquor in her stomach very uneasy. She was actually going for a slower approach in taking it in, but thanks to the beer she threw up earlier on you, it made the act that much easier to do. Just thinking about making something she just threw up going back into her as a sexual aid brought a bit of her stomach contents up to her throat, ready to come out. Doing her best to stop it from leaving her body, she sits still letting her stomach settle, while enjoying the feeling of a real stallion dick inside of her.

Turning from your view of the sky, you look back at Lyra and notice a slightly sick look on her face, and fear she’ll upchuck on you one more time. If she does, your face and chest will be the target of another beer shower.

“Lyra you’re not well enough for this!” You tell her in a panicked tone as you try to move from out of under her.

“Don’t be such a big baby, besides I highly doubt you want to stop now. You got a smoking hot mare with your dick inside of her ready to fuck your brains out so I suggest you shut the fuck up.” She snaps at you in an angry tone, signaling she’s getting tired of you whining.

You quickly obey her command and clam up fearing she’ll use her magic and do something else with it. Giving your head a small nod you swallow back and just lay down like the good little stallion you are. Seeing you nod, Lyra smiles and grinds her hips against you again making you relax a bit for her. She wants to continue to talk to you for her own amusement but now she just wanted to enjoy it, making her slowly start to bounce on your hips in a small rhythm until she finds a comfortable pace to work with. Her pacing was a bit off for the first bit but after finally getting comfortable with your dick inside of her; she starts to ride it like a champ.

Everything about her riding you felt great, even though you still felt ashamed that you have a drunken mare on top of you. Evening though your hooves are free and hers are resting on your chest, you don’t attempt to push her off. You’re starting to enjoy it too much to even try and stop it and your dick is enjoying it just as much. Every drunken bounce of hers, you can feel her warmth slowly building up, along with yours.

It doesn’t take long for her to really get into it. Her once hastened breathes start to evolve into lustful moans that any passing pony would hear. If it wasn’t after 3 in the morning, then you would have been caught and word would have gotten around the whole town by noon later on in the day. The more you think about it, the more nervous you get thinking her moans will surely attract someone. Yet there’s a plus side to it as well. Just the thought of getting caught having sex in a dirty back alley with one of the hottest mares you’ve known, greatly arouses you and makes you that much quicker to cumming.

Suddenly the sound of magic can be heard over her moans as you notice her horn flaring up in its usual golden aura. At first you don’t see, but looking downward you notice the magic hand is behind her body. For a few seconds her moans crack and you wonder if she’s fingering her ass for further simulation. You feel her bouncing go faster and her voice starting to get to borderline screaming, making you realize that the quiet and content mare is nowhere in the area. Focusing on the area where she is bouncing, you briefly notice the magic hand is indeed fingering her own ass, driving her to get louder and much more sexual.

“L-Lyra! I’m going to…grahh…” The fierce rutting is starting to take its toll on you, driving you to your breaking point.

The words don’t register with Lyra and she doesn’t slow down or even sped up to get you off. The only thing she wants is her own relief to hit her like a wave of energy. She was nearing it; she just needed a trigger for it. Lost in her own thoughts, she gasped as she feels a warm liquid shot up inside of her and looked down to see a bit of your jizz seeping out, covering your dick in a white fluid, making the sliding motion have no resistance at all.

“Don’t you go soft on me you little fucker…” Lyra growls almost nearing her limit, flaring up her horn to intensify her spell even further.

Making her hand finger her faster, she rides your deflating dick with speed fast enough to almost make your dick chafe. You don’t even get to bask in the afterglow at all as you feel the small mare continue to go on, until she hits it. Thankfully it hits her quickly and her body tenses up as she freezes and lets her own orgasm take over her mind. The area goes quiet, save for the sound of both of you breathing from the crazy experience that just took place. You don’t know what to say either, considering you thought Lyra was strictly lesbian but were gravely wrong. You know the alcohol played a big part into her confidence and though you still feel ashamed, you enjoyed every second of it.

“Did I make your night great?” She asks you finally catching her breath, moving her body off your now flaccid dick.

“You know bon-Bon is going to be upset with the both of us you know…” You say remembering the night started off as a favor for her.

“Hey…you’re not going to say anything to her about this or I scream rape. Co-considering how drunk I am, everyone will believe me over you.” She says giving you a nasty look.

Your opinion on her quickly changes as you realize the threat of blackmail gets used on you, but you know it would be better if no one knew about it. You're still not happy about it but what choice do you have? Listen to the crazy drunken mare or end up in the Canterlot dungeons, rotting for the rest of your life.

“Yes ma’am.” You say a bit scared of the face she’s giving you.

The glare quickly turns into a smile and she finally gets off of your body, letting you roll over and stand up. Letting your normal senses return to you, you smell sex and a lot of rancid beer lingering in the air making your stomach start to churl a bit. Before you can shake it all off, Lyra hops on your back and hugs your neck, almost making you fall to the ground.

“You still gotta carry me home neighbour. I really don’t feel well enough to walk now.” She says to you with a slightly sickly voice.

If you were a female and you just ride a male nonstop on a partially full stomach of alcohol, you would feel sick as well. As you start trotting, you feel her wet pussy rubbing against the base of your tail, making you know you’ll have to scrub that area in the shower later. It could be worse and you could have a case of crusty cunt flakes like she’ll be having instead of a crusty tail bone.

“Hey. You better shower when we get back. Both of us reek of beer and sex.” You tell her not wanting poor Bon-Bon to have to deal with the smell like you are.

“Hmm, Maybe I should clean up at your place.~” Lyra answers back as she rubs a hoof down your shoulders signaling she was still very sexually active.

You simply ignore her and quietly walk out of the alley and into the darkened streets of Ponyville.