Shorts I've done for the Lyra thread. New shorts will be added from the top. Unless spaced by "--" these aren't meant to have any hard continuity. 


 Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:51:17 No.36263677
 
>Your ears twist and turn as you step into the house, a hoof working its way into the scarf around your neck to loosen it.
>...
>It's oddly quiet.
>The unlit fireplace doesn't do much for the nerves either, making it hard to see.
>Lyra wouldn't just sit in the cold like this.
>Your eyes won't adjust to the dark for a good while, so you'll have to rely on other senses for clues.
>To the average villager, it wouldn't be so much of a big deal.
>It's a time to sit down, relax, and talk with a herd about your day in the comfort of their own home.
>To you, however, it's you at your most vulnerable.
>And something is wrong.
>Where's the wild sounds of trotting and tumbling, the boisterous laughter, the texture of stray oats trailing form the kitchen?
>Did she go out without saying anything?
>No, she's usually waiting here to nudge you back onto your hooves when you want to rest after making candy all day.
>Snout close to the floor, you begin to search for your mint green roommate.
>The matches in the living area are missing too.
>How many times do you have to tell her to put things back where she found them?
>Tentatively, you make your way to Lyra's room, a smell working it's way into your snout.
>It's Lyra's scent, and... a stallion?
>No, something different.
>Something foreign, though you think you have a good idea as to who's.

 Anonymous 12/10/20(Thu)08:52:18 No.36263678 
 
>>36263677 (You)
>Nuzzling your way through her door, which is thankfully lit on the other side, you see the two culprits on a seemingly too-small bed, curled up asleep partially under a thick blanket.
>Looks like all those tall tales mommas tell their foals about sleeping alone is true.
>A big predator really did snatch Lyra up because she slept alone without other ponies to take watch.
>Right, she mentioned he was hairless over most of his body too, and that without insulation he was the warmest "cuddly buddy."
>The human had both his fore-arms around her securely, one of his weird claws over her muzzle, a little tongue poking out here and there to lick the individual digits.
>Her ear flicks as Anon's breath tickles the back of it, making a motion to lightly swat him on his tiny foal-like snout.
>And next to them on the bedside table are the matches you’re looking for.
>Snorting you canter over to the bedside table, not making an effort to be quiet.
>Predators tend to sleep more soundly, and for many times longer than a pony.
>And Lyra is... Lyra.
>Not to snuff the hearth, but unicorns are unusually eccentric, especially those weirdos that never leave their mountains, and none more than Lyra.
>Even the way she sits and grazes is weird.
>As you get close, you find Lyra's muzzle has escaped from the hold, twisting around up to try and hit the human's face with a stray lick.
>Deftly, and still asleep, the human's chin tilts up, narrowly avoiding it.
>With a low grunt his claw grabs and rubs her muzzle once more, now you realize it's to stop the sleepy grooming.
>The human hums, pressing his face into her thick winter coat as he curls up around her, squeezing out a quiet whicker from Lyra.
>Just like that they’re still again.
>...They're both weirdos.
>Swishing your tail, you make your leave.
>Unlike the two of them, you’re freezing your girls off and have a fire to start.


----


>You sigh, laying your head down on the front counter.
>School isn't out for another few hours so the usual customers are nowhere to be seen yet.
>No special orders for any dates or gifts. 
>The Cakes haven't commissioned any candy structures for any special pastries either.
>Maybe it wouldn't hurt to close your eyes for a second-
>”Heya, Bonnie.”
>Your head shoots up to Lyra, who's sporting an innocent grin.
>...
>Too innocent.
”Anon, if I catch one of your weird claws in one of my jars I'm going to bite them.”
>Your ears flick back to a quiet grunt and some fumbling behind you as the human backs off.
>"H-hey now, horsie. We were just messing around."
>Stupid predators and their quiet hoofsteps.
>Even with his human shoes and being a good head taller than a minotaur, you didn't even hear him sneaking up behind you.
>If you weren't used to dealing with them prowling around in your last job, with much deadlier intentions, he might have gotten away with it.
>Guess that 6th sense you picked up for these things never really goes unlearned.
>"Aww, I was sure that would work." Lyra frowns.


>Road apples, where did you put your broom?
"Maybe you can abuse Anon's physiology for other things than stealing candy from my shop."
>"I do! Hey, Anon do that weird thing you do with my tail." 
>You wheel around, tucking your tail in and pressing your rump against the counter.
>He just looks at you with his stupid smile as you force your ears and head upright.
>If it's anything else you learned from your last job is that ear pinning and bowing your head comes off as submissive when it comes to predators.
>That's the last thing you want to convey to this irritating human. 
>You definitely don't care for whatever it is Anon can do with or around a pony's tail.
>You're pretty sure you don't want to know either. 
>"Come on, Bonnie. It'll feel weird but it won't hurt, I promise."
>"Yeah, Bon. I got magic hands."
>You pause, ears flicking between the troublemakers. 
>They wouldn't do anything too untoward or mean spirited but being around them, especially Anon, makes the fur on your withers stand up on end. 
"If I agree to this... whatever it is. Do you promise you'll leave my shop?" 
>They both nod.
>You sigh, and slowly turn around, keeping the big human in your peripherals as he kneels down behind you.
"If I feel anything under my tail, I'll buck."


>The human's face flushes at that.
>"Th-there's nothing under there that I want to touch, you grumpy horse."
>You snort and roll your eyes at that. 
>You've seen him looking at Lyra's butt a lot when he thinks no one's looking. 
>Honestly they should just rut already.
>Maybe then they'll stop causing so much trouble, and your oats will remain safe. 
>You still don't know how she even-
>Your hind leg reflectively stomps when you feel the human grab your tail, under the end of your last tailbone.
>"Easy, there. Bon."
>He places another hand on top of your rump making the rest of your body tense, your tail begging to be clamped back down.
>"It's easier if you relax, Bonnie."
"I doubt it."
>You don't know how she can relax with this big human hugging and grabbing her all the time.
>Unlike her you and most other ponies actually have preservation instincts.
>Still, if it's to get these two out of your shop...
>You sigh and do your best to relax, letting the human have free reign of your tail
>Anon moves for a bit, then pushes you with one claw on your rump, while gently pulling on the tale with the other.
>You're not sure about-
>Pop, pop, pop.


>You reflectively nicker, nearly falling over as pressure you didn't even know you had in your tail and lower back releases.
>That- huhh. 
>What in sun’s rays was that?
>And why does it feel so nice?
>Anon grabs your hips and steadies your hoofing for you, before chuckling and giving you a light pat on your cutie mark.
>Lyra grins too, making some weird gesture to Anon. 
>”Alright, we should get going. Bye Bonnie!”
>”Yeah, we got a lot of important human and horse things to do. Later, Bon.”
>You shake your head, slowly coming to. 
>Ohh, they’re gone.
>Finally, now you can get some-
>You’re pretty sure the jar of caramels was full to the brim the last you checked.
>When you get your hooves on them...

--

>"Youuu...."
>You and Anon whip your heads around to see Bonnie, in what you assume is her old spy outfit.
>It would be really cool to see if she didn't look super angry.
>How did she find you so quickly?
>You prop yourself up on Anon's shoulders to nicker at your friend.
>At least, you hope she remembers you're friends right now.
>It's not like you haven't stolen food from her before.
>You swallow the sweet creamy evidence in your muzzle just in case.
"H-heya, Bonnie," you say,
>"Why're you wearin' that onesie, Bonathan?" Anon asks, pushing the caramel in his mouth around with his tongue.
>... Of course Anon wouldn't make this easy.
>Bon stomps her hoof and swishes her tail.
>"My name isn't Bonathan!"
>Ha! she didn't say it wasn't a onesie.
>Horseapples, Bonbon saw you chuckle.
>Anon turns, your eyes meeting with a silent agreement.
>Run.
>Before you and Anon can even get on your hooves, in one swift motion Bonnie tugs a bolo off her withers and throws it to Anon's legs.

Anonymous Sun 22 Nov 2020 05:53:32 No.36189035 Report
>>36189034
>With a yelp he fumbles and topples over.
"A-Anon!"
>"Lyra!" Anon throws the bag of caramels to you, which you catch in your magic. "Go on without me."
"No way."
>You whinny in frustration, that Anon would think for a second you'd let him take the flack.
>Bonners tries to run you down, but Anon grabs at her waist as she runs past him.
>The human easily grapples her and uses his weight to pin her down, even without his hind legs.
>...He's got her now, but he's probably going to get bit for that.
>As if reading your mind, Bonnie tries at one of his fingers, causing the human to grunt and hook one of his arms around her neck, trying to get a better hold.
>"Just go, you stubborn mare." He snaps, picking up a stray pinecone and tossing it in your direction.
>With another winny, you rear up and make your escape.
>Bonnie probably won't hurt him too bad.
>A-and you’ll be sure to save Anon at least half of the caramels.
>Honor among oat thieves, and all.
>"Lyra, I'm going to make you pull taffy for the next MONTH if you don't get your flank back here."
>You only hope she takes it easier on Anon.


----


>You are Lyra heartstrings.
>A mare on a mission, running an experiment for the benefit of ponykind. 
>Your alien friend is lying belly down, pretending to sleep.
>Normally he was very sleepy, sometimes out for 8-9 whole hours.
>But this time you knew he’s faking it.
>You knew because his fingers twitched when he heard you eat a bowl of oats right next to him.
>His oats.
>And if it's anything you've learned so far, even if his facial expressions can be hard to read, the hands are always a sure give away on how he's feeling and stuff. 
>They make 'Non a completely open book.
>Not that you’d tell him that.
>Anyways, you’re standing on his upper back, where the withers would be if he were a pony.
>Alternating pressure between your hooves, the human was completely placid. 
>It makes his back pop here and there.
>Which scared you at first.
>He then makes odd sounds, something between a growl and moan.
>A groan, you think you'll call it.
>Which also scared you at first...


>You thought it might mean pain or anger, but apparently it's the human version of a nicker.
>You're still at it, nuzzling into his back with a stray lick here and there, in an attempt to groom him.
>Like usual, during grooming he fidgets.
>He can act like such a little colt, making a big fuss when licked or getting their mane monched on. 
>This time, however, because you found that one spot that makes him human nicker- groan, he doesn't fight back.
>reaching down, you nibble his back, which brings back the nice sounds.
>His muscles tense and relax as he feels teeth scratch at his bare skin.
>You lean over to see his face off to the side.
>He sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he melts into his too-hard mattress, a dopey smile on his face.
>The human even reaches up, grabbing and squeezing at his sheets.
>Yeah.
>He's enjoying that.
>You’re definitely going to remember that one next time he tries to incapacitate you with belly rubs.
>Let's see...
>He likes his back scritched a whole lot, and not so much his tummy.
>He doesn't mind you walking on top of him, and even seems to love it.
>He doesn't like grooming, but likes grooming others, namely yourself with brushes and stuff. 


>Maybe he's opposite to a pony in other ways too.
>You reach up and nibble the rim of one of his ears.
>His breath hitches, the muscles on his neck, arms, and back shuddering, a stray hand feeling out for your muzzle. 
>"-Hell's that?"
>You nuzzle and lick at his knuckles with a nicker.
"Never mind, me 'Non. Just running an important experiment."
>With a grunt and a small thankful rub on your muzzle, the human relaxes once more, nary a protest.
>He definitely liked that too.
>That explains him trying to grab pony's ears sometimes. 
>You had to explain that ponies don't really like that. 
>Not that you mind. 
>You know humans get all grabby when they're being friendly, and that makes it pleasurable enough for you. 
>Too bad not many of the other ponies believe you.
>Okay, what else can you test out?
>...
>Right! Ponies don't like their eyes messed with.
>You roll off his back and hop to your hooves, moving around to face Anon. 


>"What in the lord's-"
>Before you even finish what you're doing, a hand shoots out to grab one of your hind legs on the opposite side of him, then pulling really fast causing you to flop down like a sack of flour with a startled whinny.
>He then pushes himself up and reaches over you, making it hard to stand back up.
>Uhh-Ohh.
>Now you've made him mad, and he's grabbed and pinned you before you could run away.
>Should have eaten more carrots. 
>"That's enough experiments out of you, you little weirdo."
>He slips an arm under your barrel and rolls onto his side with you, pulling you close.
>...
>And with that, it seems he's all sleepy again. 
>Maybe it was a bit silly to think Anon liked everything opposite to a pony.
>Humans definitely do not like getting their eyeballs licked.
>Satisfied for now, you kick your hooves to turn around, burying your muzzle into the nape of his neck.
>Maybe you can be sleepy with him for once.

--

Anonymous 11/16/20(Mon)00:43:38 No.36160408
>You scan the park at a brisk trot, ears tilting here and there and saying the odd hello to ponies that pass by.
>Ohh, there he is.
>Your human is laying on his back with his arms behind his head, basking in the sunlight.
>Maybe if you're real quiet, you can-
>"Hey, Lye."
"Aww, how'd you know I was here?"
>He looks at you, a small grin on his face.
>"Hooves."
>Right... you kind of wish you could sneak up on ponies as well as Anon.
>Maybe you can ask Boners.
>Heh, Boners.
>The human closes his eyes, nestling all comfy in the autumn leaves.
>"Plus you got this special way of walkin'. A bit more bouncy than the average little horse."
>Huhh, you've never heard a pony identify somepony else through their gait.
>Must be a human thing.
>Probably because they don't smell as good as a pony.
>You canter up to him, kicking up some dirt before rolling around on your back
>As usual, you end up failing to keep your balance and end up using Anon as support.
 
>How does he do this so effortlessly?
>You're pulled from your thoughts as Anon takes that as a cue to bury his fingers into your belly, a nicker slipping out.
>"Your winter coat's grown in."
"Yep. You don't get one?"
>"Nahh, I think my hair'll get darker some. That's about it."
>At least that's similar to ponies.
>Your coat always gets a bit darker and more vibrant than it is during the summer.
>Being a purebred Canterlot unicorn, your winter coat grows a good bunch longer than the local flat land dirt ponies too, which Anon seems to be enjoying.
>It's a real shame you'll have to share it with him some more with a whole bunch of cuddles this winter.
>It's a tough job but somepony's gotta do it.
>No wonder he's bundled up in that jacket-
"Wait a minute..."
>You roll back onto your hooves to smell around his torso with another short nicker, before burying your muzzle in Anon's jacket.
>Occasionally he'll leave some carrots and peppermints on hoof for you to pilfer.
>Luckily, this is one of those times.
>The human chuckles, grabbing at one of your ears and tossing it around.
>Ohh yeah?
>You snort, and nibble his ears back, causing his face to flush.
 
>Though he quickly relaxes as you nuzzle and groom him, even lightly dozing off.
>If not for the treats snapping you out of it, he'd have you in such a position with his belly scritches right about now.
>You knew these experiments were useful.
>Some more ponies pass by, looking in awe that he’s been practically sedated with a simple bit of grooming in the right spot.
>For some reason the town thinks Anon is as much of a grump as Bon is.
>Which isn't true.
>Anon isn't very expressive in the face, his body language otherwise is flipped upside down.
>But he's probably friendlier than most ponies!
>His language can seem pretty mean though...
>Their loss.
>Speaking of which, your experiments with human incapacitation have been progressing smoothly.
>You've been muzzle-deep in research as of late, playing around with simple spell matrixes.
>It reminds you of long study nights at Celestia's school.
>When Anon ran his fingers through your mane a couple weeks ago, something clicked.
>Humans probably do this together all the time.
>Probably to eat ticks and things, you're not sure.
>They eat some pretty gross things.
>While you've gotten used to, and even prefer his method of grooming over a pony, to never feel the touch of another pony would make you feel sad.
 
>Casting your spell, you summon a spectral "hand".
>While it doesn't look like one- something you can refine later.
>It should put the right amount of pressure in different points and feel like one.
>A lot of trial and error was involved, but now it's close to where even you can't tell the difference.
>Like, you had to get a butt load of headpats from Anon to work this out.
>For research.
>...
>Okay, moment of truth.
>With the golden yellow blob, you stroke Anon's scalp in much the same way he does you.
>He jerks away from it, to your surprise, the silly human giving it a fearful look.
"Shh, it's just me. Go back to sleep."
>With a few blinks, he nestles in close, curling around you like a big cat.
>"N-never thought I'd-" He chokes.
>You... You've never seen Anon tear up.
>You didn't even know humans could do that.
>He snaps out of it with a reassuring nuzzle under his chin, accompanied by a soft whicker.
>With a shuddering breath, he tightens his grip on you, almost clinging on defensively.
>For you or for him, you're not sure.
>As you continue stroking his mane- hair, he starts to lean into it, his grip relaxing.
>If you had foals with Anon, would they want to seek comfort in the same way?
 
>Not that you think about having foals with your best oat stealing buddy or anything.
>You feel around in different areas too, "patting" him the same way he tries to do with ponies.
>...Which you also had to explain that ponies don't like very much.
>This puts that real nice smile back on his face, and he holds onto you lightly with his stray hands, a pulse of pressure going through his fingers.
>According to your notes, this must be the pony equivalent of wiggling your snoot when something feels -really- good.
>As you move it back up to rub his cheek, he thoughtlessly reaches for it, stopping near militrots away.
>Why is he hesitating?
>You close the distance, wrapping your magic around his hand.
>The human cautiously grips it, turning beat red.
>...This means you’re human married now, doesn’t it?