Edited by JimboTex

A dull pain pounded through Lyra's head as she opened her eyes and stretched. Letting out a yawn, she turned her head and noticed Kye wasn't in bed with her. This left her confused and disappointed—confused because she was sure she’d fallen asleep on him, and disappointed because she wanted to make it up to him for leaving him high and dry.

She rolled out of bed and onto her hooves, cringing at the disheveled state of her mane and tail even as she recoiled in horror over her hangover-induced morning breath. Blearily ambling into the bathroom, she quickly showered and brushed her teeth before teleporting into the front room.

Kye was nowhere to be found. She glanced out the window and saw his bike, but couldn't see any sign of him.

“That you Lyra?” he called from the kitchen.

She was relieved as she trotted through the doorway and saw him sitting alone at the table reading a newspaper, noticing that he’d crudely repaired his shirt with a thread and needle sitting on the table.

“I've never been on a front page before,” he idly said as he flashed her the Ponyville Express—there was a large photograph of him speeding along on his motorcycle with Sweetie Belle sitting atop it, clutching one of his arms and giggling.

She didn't want to hear it—they could talk later. Right now, she wanted to consummate her assertion as his alpha. She’d meant to do it last night but she’d drank too much, passed out and he’d obviously wandered off—most likely to sleep on the couch. She would make sure he wouldn't be sleeping on the couch again.

One quick flash of her horn later and they were in her bedroom. She immediately dived on him as she had done the night before—she wasn't gonna fall asleep this time.

Kye let out a yelp—he’d started reading the paper again and clearly hadn't been expecting the teleportation, and now he was on his back and Lyra was draped over him. She could feel him shaking slightly, but she didn't care—she’d put this off for too long.

She bit his neck like she had in the sauna; he gasped and ran his fingers through her mane, eliciting the same response from her as she clutched at him with her forelegs. He brought his other hand up and began massaging the top of her head near the base of her horn, which started to glow of its own accord as she failed stop a moan from escaping her lips. She ran her tongue along his neck, gently nipping his fragile skin. She could feel his groin slowly thrusting at her, making her realise that she was probably gonna leave a damp spot on his jeans.

A sudden lance of pleasure shot through her horn and washed through the rest of her, culminating in the wetness between her thighs and making her whole body twitch.

Holy Celestia! She was pretty sure Kye had just licked her horn. It was usually numb, but when it was channeling magical energy it was very sensitive. He noticed her reaction and did it again, and again. She jolted each time, her thoughts fragmenting; then he engulfed it between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sharp tip.

Sweet merciful Luna! Lyra was shaking, nopony had ever touched her horn before, let alone put it in their mouth. Her past stallionfriends had been scarce in number and unwilling to pleasure her—all they had cared about was the penetration. She’d never let a mare get this far, though Octavia had tried on many occasions.

If Kye kept this up much longer Lyra would come, and he’d get quite a surprise. What he was doing to her felt amazing but she didn't want to risk blowing sparks down his throat.

She let him continue petting her for a while before carefully pulling away, or at least she tried to. Kye suddenly had her in a death grip.

Nope.

She tried to force his arms off her with her magic. Nothing happened because her horn was stubbornly ignoring her commands. He’d rendered her, the youngest Still Way grandmaster in a thousand years no doubt, absolutely powerless.

She closed her eyes, breathing heavily. She was so close that she was barely struggling anymore. Kye traced the spiral groove with his tongue, pushing her over the edge.

The orgasm ripped through her and she clutched him in a vice grip. She was shaking from ears to tail as she let out a squeak, riding the waves of the strongest climax she’d ever experienced. She tried to keep her head still as her horn shot static charge in his mouth, small particles of magical energy that were an embarrassing side effect of orgasm for unicorns. She knew she’d be mortified when she came down but right now she didn't care.

Her tail thrashed against his legs, the waves slowly receding in intensity until she relaxed, limp and sated, still draped over him. Now she had to explain why he’d gotten a mouthful of sparkles. She carefully pulled back and sheepishly looked at him.

“Um, about the-”

He made a sound that very closely resembled a snort, then promptly burst out laughing. Lyra quickly pushed herself up on her forehooves and glared at him. He was shamelessly chuckling away to himself.

“I’m sorry...it just kinda tickled...” He put a hand over his mouth but continued to snicker.

Lyra rolled her eyes. “I did try and pull away,” she shot at him as she rolled onto the mattress next to him.

“Ima’ start calling you Sparkles.” He laughed out loud again, not even bothering to try and stop himself.

Lyra gasped, her mouth flying open in shock. She forcefully whipped his crotch with her tail. “Asshole!”

He flinched slightly but continued to snicker, so she suspended him face down in a levitation field above the bed, laid on her back and opened her hind legs to flash him a view of something she hoped would get his attention. He immediately stopped laughing.

“Off,” she told him, gesturing with a forehoof to his shirt.

He complied, removing the garment and discarding it. It flew out of the levitation field and dropped to the floor. She tried not to think about murdering Ace when she spotted the burn mark on his shoulder.

“Those as well.” She pointed a forehoof at his jeans, noticing that she had indeed left a damp spot on the crotch.

He quickly undid the button and shrugged them off, only to reveal a pair of shorts covering his interesting bits.

“Oh my goddess Kye, how many clothes do you need?”

“Well everypony—I mean everybody back on Earth wears underwear,” he replied, wearing a sexy smile.

Lyra smiled back up at him as she telekinetically removed the unexpected garment and finally got to see what was between his legs. It was semi erect, and bigger than she’d been expecting—not quite as large as a stallion, obviously, but she doubted she’d have any complaints.

She lowered him down slightly and stroked her forehooves over his oddly placed nipples—she’d noticed in the spa that they were on his chest. He tried to grab at her, but she levitated him out of reach and gave him a devious smile.

“Lyra-” His voice sounded a little strained.

“Nope. In fact I think I might just lay here and get myself off while you watch.”

He tried to move his arms, but she kept him immobilised in the air. He was now fully erect and clearly frustrated.

“No. No touchy-touchy for Kye. Lyra’s gonna teach you her name isn't ‘Sparkles.’”

She slowly slipped a forehoof down between her hind legs and massaged her clit, the image of Kye floating naked above her was turning her on again. She didn't know how long she’d be able to relentlessly tease him before giving in and letting him fuck her, but it was quite entertaining watching him struggle.

His muscles flexed as he fought against the magical bonds. He was starting to sweat with exertion, his futile attempts getting him nowhere. Lyra found the sight incredibly hot and was starting to lose her hold on the levitation field as she got more and more excited. She finally decided to let him have at her, removing her hoof as she released him from her magic.

He dropped down on top of her and quickly positioned himself, weaving his fingers into her mane and gently pulling with one hand whilst lining up with the other. She held her breath in anticipation before he slid inside her. Lyra gasped, her horn involuntarily glowing again as she revelled in the sensation of being penetrated—it had been a while for her, and she’d been beginning to forget what it felt like.

He kissed her and started to slide in long, slow thrusts, causing her ears to lie flat and her tail to twitch as she held him captive with her hooves. She’d never had sex face to face before, but suspected this was the norm for Kye's kind. She certainly didn't mind—it was a lot more intimate this way.

She broke the kiss and began lightly nipping his neck again, which seemed to spur him on. He put a hand on her flank and squeezed, gently pulling at the sweet spot in her mane as he continued to screw her. Lyra whimpered, she wasn't usually so vocal but he was grinding so deeply inside her that she couldn't stop herself. She found a particularly sensitive spot on his neck and he gasped, his whole body twitching.

Kye started to really pound into her, pulling on her mane even tighter as she shamelessly moaned and her breathing became uncontrollable. She let out a squeak when he pulsed several times inside her, the warm feeling flooding her sex, signalling his climax and triggering her own.

The amber sparks flew from her horn, bouncing off the walls and showering the room with flashes of light as her slick walls clenched and relaxed several times around his spurting member. Her eyes rolled back beneath their lids and her tail lashed between his legs.

He collapsed atop her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as she slowly regained control of her breathing. He quickly rolled to his side, but she kept him held in a tight embrace, rolling with him. She didn't want to let go just yet.

They held one another for a long time, occasionally kissing and nuzzling at each other. He was by far the best lay she’d ever had—no stallion could compare to the way he made her feel.

“So Sparkles, how was it for you?” He gave her a sly grin as his flaccid member finally slipped free of her.

“Shut up.”

“Those were some pretty lights. Still, shame I didn't get to swallow ‘em this time, eh?”

“I said, ‘shut up.’”

“Must be useful if you ever get lost in a maze—just have a quick clop and ponies will have no trouble finding you.”

She nickered and gave him another tail lashing, only this time he wasn't wearing his jeans.

“Gahh!...aaaooowww...okay that hurt...”

“I did warn you, darling.” She gave him a devious smile.

Kye lay in Lyra's embrace, idly running his fingers through her mane—utterly content. He’d just had the best sex of his life and it had been with a frickin’ unicorn.

He’d been nervous at first, thinking he wouldn't be able to satisfy her. Then he’d remembered what she said the previous day about her horn being an erogenous zone. When he’d given it a good lick she’d almost fallen off the bed, so he’d swallowed his manly pride and started sucking on it like a ten-dollar whore. She’d started to squirm after a while, but he’d been rather enjoying himself and pinned her head with his arms. Then she’d blown a magical load down his throat.

It had felt like static, tickling his tonsils and completely surprising the shit out of him. It gave the whole “reversed gender roles” thing a whole other level of meaning, and he’d instantly cracked up.

The sex had been fantastic—the feeling of being inside her, her soft coat rubbing against his bare chest and abdomen and the intoxicating scent of her arousal had been a sensory overload like he’d never experienced. He was surprised he’d lasted very long at all, especially considering her relentless teasing.

He’d actually felt the immense power radiate from her when she climaxed, not to mention seeing the bizarre light show shooting from her horn. He was so gonna start calling her “Sparkles” from now on. She hated it.

“So, Aloe and Lotus want me to bring you to the spa for an induction today...think you’d be up for that?” she purred at him, running her tongue along his neck.

Kye shivered. “What? You have to hold my hand?”

“Well yeah, it’s like Bon Bon said—you’re mine now, and our little mating session just sealed the deal,” she said, massaging one of his nipples with a hoof.

“Do I get to say no?” he asked.

“No, you've gotta do whatever I tell you to do. If you don't then I’ll punish you and nopony—not even Celestia—will bat an eyelid because I’m your alpha. We fucked, it’s official. Basically, you’re my bitch now,” she said, deadpan.

Kye didn't know if she was joking or not: he was actually beginning to worry when her unreadable expression didn't change. But then she facehoofed.

“Oh my goddess. Seriously, Kye? You actually think I’d take away your free will?”

“Well, it wouldn't be too difficult for you,” he said in a small voice.

“Oh, don't give me that bullshit. All you would have to do is give me a quick hornjob and I’d be powerless.”

“You liked it then?” He grinned at her.

“I still can't believe you made me spark in your mouth!” she squeaked, burying her face in his chest.

“Well, I didn't know it was gonna happen!”

“That's not the point: I felt like I was violating you.”

“I...Kinda liked it.”

She looked shocked. “So...You’d do it again?” she asked in a small voice before biting her lower lip, her eyes twinkling at him. She looked frickin’ adorable.

“I can do it again right now if you like.”

She seemed to consider his words for a moment.

“Later?” She blushed in embarrassment. “It’s too sensitive right now...”

“I promise.”

She flashed him a smile and kissed him, a long and sensual coupling that caused a certain appendage of his to take notice.

“So, the Spa?”

He sighed. “I dunno…”

“You’d make a decent living—the twins have plenty of regular clients that would pay a high rate for somepony with such specialised tools.”

“Somepony is right. I can't imagine anypony wanting a freaky alien giving them a massage.”

“I wouldn't mind,” she purred at him.

Kye rolled his eyes. “You’re just a xenophile.”

“Well, I’m sure there's plenty more out there.” She gave him another lick. “So, you game?”

“I suppose I could give it a shot.”

“Good, ‘cause I said we’d be there just after lunch.” She grinned at him, getting up and slapping his ass with her tail.

Typical. She was right, she fucking owned him. No way in hell he’d agree to go for an induction to be a massage therapist for any pony, human, goddess, or whatever else. He was starting to think he’d probably do just about anything she asked.

They quickly grabbed a bite to eat—oats, which in Kye’s opinion were hardly ideal, but better than nothing—and headed off to the spa. Aloe and Lotus were friendly as always, welcoming them and ushering them through to a studio with a large massage table.

They explained which muscles to massage and how to knead the tissue to relieve the tension, as well as explaining which areas to avoid. When they included the back of a mare’s neck as a definite no-no he glanced at Lyra. She had failed to mention this particular fact to him, which meant he’d definitely been unintentionally feeling Rarity up the previous night. She merely blinked, smiled and looked away.

The spa ponies then asked him to show what he’d learned on Lyra, and he inwardly chuckled when her tail twitched a few times. He could tell she was getting a little turned on, and was desperately trying to hide her arousal as he ran his fingers through her coat. The twins weren't fooled, of course—they’d probably seen it all before.

“Zis is guud, ya. Now demonstrate vith Aloe,” Lotus instructed.

The twins' heavy eastern European accents still rather surprised him. He spared a moment to watch Lyra dismount from the table and trot over to a chair. Her ears were still flicking a little, and she nearly fell over when she tried to sit down. When she found her bearings, she gave him a nod.

Aloe jumped up onto the table and lay down. The Earth pony was gifted with a lustrous pink coat, and her mane—a glossy blue like her tail—was swept back beneath a headband. Her cutie mark resembled a stylised depiction of lotus petals. It was easy to tell that the two spa ponies were twin sisters—in an inversion of Aloe’s colors, Lotus sported a blue coat and a pink mane and tail.

Massaging her coat as Lotus had instructed, it wasn’t long before she was shuddering beneath the ministrations of his fingertips.

“Ohh, so strong!”

Kye continued to work on her back and down her sides, flexing his fingers against her coat. She had her eyes closed and was breathing rather deeply. He thought he saw her tail flick a little, but couldn't be sure. He glanced at Lyra: the unicorn was pointedly looking at Lotus, who promptly spoke.

“Zat vill do. Aloe, vas ze experience satisfactory?”

“Hmmmm yaa...” the spa pony moaned, slowly rolling to her side on the table, her eyes still closed. They suddenly flew open and sought him out. She gave him a provocative smile when they locked onto him.

Lyra cleared her throat, jumping up and trotting over to him. She wrapped her tail around his legs slightly.

Oh my gods, she’s actually jealous! Kye was confused—Lyra seemed to be okay with some ponies showing an interest in him, but not others.

“So, he got the job?” Lyra asked in an abrupt tone.

“Ya, as soon as vee can line up some clients, vee vill let you know,” Lotus replied as Aloe hopped down from the table, still stealing glances at Kye.

“Good.” Lyra grabbed his hand with her teeth and near enough dragged him out of the spa.

“Err, Lyra?”

She released him. “Aloe wants to fuck you.” She certainly didn't sound happy about it.

Kye was a little taken aback. “You want me to drop the job?” he asked hopefully.

“No…Just promise me you’ll remain professional at all times.” She was looking at the ground. Kye dropped to his knees and kissed her. After several long moments, they broke apart and he reassured her.

“I don't want anyone but you, Lyra. I’d never cheat.” He hugged her tight.

Lyra sighed. “I’m not naive enough to think I can get away with keeping you all to myself, Kye-”

“Yes, you can.” Kye had it all figured out. “That's how things work where I’m from. It’s what I’m used to. I’m totally happy with just you.” He grinned at her.

“No, Kye. I’d be labelled a stereotypical ‘selfish alpha’—mares who hog their stallions get called worse than shit. I don't wanna be that pony.” She nuzzled him. “Besides, I couldn't say no to Rarity—she clearly likes you, and...well...she is really hot.” She blushed.

“So you are into mares then.” He gave her a sly grin.

“Yes, but only certain ones, and only if you’re involved—or at least watching.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good, ‘cause we need to get you some more clothes. Maybe we can romance her a little, drop a few hints,” she said, trotting along in the direction of Carousel Boutique.

Kye frowned, keeping pace alongside her. “Isn't it a little soon?”

“Well, I'm not saying we should just hop into bed with her. We should court her for a while.”

“So in other words, exactly the opposite of what we did?”

Lyra rolled her eyes. “You’re not a pony. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just jumped you to see what would happen.”

“How romantic. I'm so privileged.”

“Well it worked, didn't it?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him again.

Gods, she’s so cute. Kye was falling for a pony he’d known for two days. If anyone had suggested the idea to him a week ago, he’d have asked them what kind of acid tab was stuck to their tongue.

Six ponies were trotting towards them up ahead, a unicorn stallion among them. Kye recognised Ace immediately—there was no mistaking the white coat, short black mane and tail, and the playing card that was his cutie mark. Kye knew shit was about to go down.

He stepped away from the line of fire as Lyra reared up, her horn casting a bright overglow before stomping her forehooves back down. A huge shock wave tore through the ground as several windows on the surrounding buildings shattered.

Kye was terrified—he realised he’d still been grossly underestimating just how powerful she was. The ground was shaking so much that he couldn't stay on his feet. He fell over as the overglow brightened and a large thirty foot fissure formed, swallowing all of the mares. Even the pegasus hadn't had a chance to escape.

Lyra levitated the stallion twenty feet in the air. Ace was spinning like a top, screaming at the top of his lungs. She lowered her head the tiniest fraction and he slammed into the ground in front of them. It was clear that Lyra was keeping him pinned.

“If you ever attack my stallion again, I will fucking end you and your little street gang. Got it?” She said in a calm, collected voice edged with steel.

Ace merely whimpered, his face pressed into the dirt by the side of the huge crack in the ground. A couple of his mares were climbing out of it. One of the pegasus’ wings looked broken, and she was visibly shaking.

“Make sure you pass the message on to your alpha, ‘cause I'm done playing nice. Next time, she dies.”

There was a flash of purple light, Twilight appearing next to them.

“Lyra, wha- Sweet Celestia!” The purple unicorn had just noticed the fissure. “Was this necessary?”

“Just making sure the message is received.” Lyra tilted her head slightly, sending Ace flying into his mares at blinding speed, bowling several of them over. One of them even flew a good five feet into the air.

“Lyra!”

There was a flash of amber light, accompanied by an odd lurching sensation—Kye suddenly found himself sitting on a fancy couch in Carousel Boutique. Rarity was standing by a bench, levitating an elaborate looking dress onto a pony mannequin when she looked around for the source of the interruption and spotted him.

“Oh, hello Kye.” She looked a little surprised at his appearance.

“I...L-Lyra...didn't m-mean...would have knocked...if I-” Kye was stuttering, still shaking in shock from the earthquake. Lyra was nowhere to be found and he would have preferred her to have teleported him outside. He rather felt like he was intruding.

Rarity noticed his distress. “Darling, don't fret: I did say you could pop in anytime, after all.”

She gave him a rather sexy smile, and any response that wouldn't have made him sound like a blithering idiot vanished from his mind so he decided to keep his mouth shut. He realised he was truly alone with her for the first time. He suddenly felt like a socially awkward teenager that had been paired on a science project with the prettiest girl in school. She really was sinfully attractive.

She gasped. “Why darling! Whatever happened to your shirt?”

Kye glanced at her then looked down at his shoulder, the crude stitch very noticeable. “Oh...um, Ace burned a hole in it last night.”

“Oh, he really is a nasty piece of work, that pony. Come now, take it off and let me fix it for you.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Kye didn't know what to say so he complied, pulling the fabric up over his head and revealing the top half of his body to her. She smiled at him, wrapping the shirt in a levitation field and mending the hole instantly with her magic—the stitch had disappeared altogether. Kye was almost certain she could have done that without him taking it off.

“There you are, darling: all fixed.” She set it down on the couch beside him.

“Thanks.”

“It’s a good thing that you stopped by, actually. I've just finished creating several more outfits for you.”

Rarity gracefully hopped up on the couch next to him. Her heavenly scent invaded his nostrils and caused his thoughts to wander to inappropriate places.

“Now, I’d like you to try the suit first. I do believe you’ll look rather handsome all dressed up in formal wear. I’d even go so far as to say that you probably wouldn't look out of place at the Grand Galloping Ga-”

“Would you like a massage?” Kye realised what he’d just blurted out and froze. Somehow the question had formed in the most lackadaisical part of his mind, casually bypassed his rational thought and common sense, then launched itself out of his mouth at her lovely ears. Oh God, why?

“A massage?” She raised her eyebrows a little.

“Well...uh...Aloe and Lotus want me to be a massage therapist and I need to know if I’m any good at it, so I thought you’d be the best pony to judge.” Kye relaxed a little, complimenting himself at his quick thinking.

Rarity looked at his hands. “Ahh yes, of course. The profession certainly would suit you.” She smiled at him. “You can practice with me all you like.”

She then surprised him by draping herself over his lap, rendering him instantly hard. That fast. His thoughts fragmented—he’d quite forgotten what he was supposed to be doing, and every time he tried to remember he was distracted by the very attractive unicorn laying across his thighs.

“Well dear, what are you waiting for?”

Kye forced himself to think back to what Lotus had shown him. He started off on her back, running his fingers through her very fine coat. Rarity was smiling with her eyes closed, turned up in cute little arches—an adorable expression Lyra sometimes gave him.

As he continued to knead at her, she rested her head on her forehooves, relaxing more and more. Kye was sure he could hear her purring: it was barely audible, but it was a sign she was enjoying his efforts.

He started to focus on her neck, edging up to the bottom of her mane. She didn't mind last night: I can just play dumb if she freaks out…He ran his fingers through her mane—it was even silkier than Lyra's. She obviously took exceptionally good care of it.

She started breathing deeply as he began to massage the back of her neck. Kye was beginning to wonder how far she’d let him go. He was blatantly petting her now, and his erection was poking into her side—she had to be able to feel it.

He moved his hand further still, coming to rest between her ears just shy of her horn, yet she said nothing. Kye brushed a finger against one of her ears. Her tail twitched, but still she remained silent.

It was only when he leaned over slightly and gently bit the other ear that she made a sound.

“Eep!”

She jumped up, causing Kye to think he’d overstepped the mark. However, she twisted on his lap, captured him with her forehooves and kissed him. It was as if he’d been set on fire. She was so passionate and erotically intoxicating that he thought he was tripping on LSD. It lasted quite a while and he didn't want it to end, but end it did.

There was a bright flash of amber light, immediately followed by another purple one.

“-too far, Lyra!”

“He had it coming, Twi-”

“You nearly killed him.”

“Bullshit, he was just faking it like he always does.”

“You know how much damage you did to the buildings?”

“It was nothing you couldn't fix in seconds.”

“That's not the poi-Rarity!?”

Kye had jumped at Lyra and Twilight’s arrival, but Rarity had merely clutched him tighter.

She stopped kissing him but remained draped against his chest, idly rubbing one of his nipples with a hoof and glancing at the two unicorns. Kye shivered at the contact. His erection was now pressing beneath her tail, which had somehow wrapped itself around one of his legs.

“Yes, dear?”

Twilight looked from the unicorn straddling Kye’s lap to the one standing beside her. It was as if she was expecting the latter to burn the whole village to the ground in a fit of rage. Kye was a little worried too—he knew they’d discussed “romancing” Rarity, but she’d just teleported in to find him practically dry humping the fashionista.

“You okay Twi? What’s with the funny look?” Lyra chuckled, much to Kye’s relief. Judging from her facial expression, Twilight seemed to understand the situation. She then suddenly gasped, turning to Rarity and smiling.

“You’re joining them? Oh, that's so adorable, Rarity.” She turned back to Lyra. “Please keep your temper in check, Lyra. I can't keep covering for you forever.” She disappeared in a purple flash.

“You work fast,” Lyra shot at him, raising an eyebrow. Kye flinched momentarily, but relaxed when she smiled at him. She then looked at Rarity.

“He gave you a massage, didn't he?”

The fashionista smiled and nodded, blushing slightly.

“Well in that case, you’re forgiven—I’d have done the same thing. In fact, I’d have taken all of his clothes off and-”

Lyra was cut off by the door noisily bursting open. A familiar little dragon took one look at the scene before him and bolted back out into the sunlight. Rarity immediately jumped up off of Kye.

“Oh dear, poor Spike. I should go and explain to him.” She leapt off the couch and galloped out the door in the direction Spike had fled.

“Poor little guy.” Lyra looked genuinely concerned.

“What's up with him?” Kye asked.

“He’s had a crush on Rarity since the day he met her. She’s always had to tread carefully around him—one wrong move and he’d be devastated.”

Kye felt like an asshole: he’d never considered that other ponies—or dragons—might like Rarity. He felt like he was just being greedy by pursuing the pretty fashionista. Besides, he already had Lyra.

“Maybe we should-”

Lyra cut him off with a snort. “That was a lot more than just a little heavy petting, Kye. She’s not gonna forget about it in a hurry, and she’s certainly not gonna give up on us just because you feel guilty about Spike.”

“Did you see the look on his face?” Kye croaked. The guilt was eating away at him—the little dragon had seemed so happy at the party. He’d been just as friendly as the ponies, but Kye had pretty much blanked him, and now he was going after the little guy’s crush even though he already had a marefriend.

“He’s just a foal, Kye—or at least the dragon equivalent. He’ll get over her eventually.” She trotted over to the couch and jumped up next to him. “Wow. Okay, I think she likes you a lot.”

Kye was confused. “What do you mean?”

She pointed with a hoof to his crotch—there was a small damp spot.

“Oh...I didn't notice that.”

“Did you make her come?” Lyra asked, her eyebrows raised.

“What? No, at least I don't think-”

“Did you suck her horn!?”

“No!”

“You dirty little hornsucking stallionwhore!” She giggled at him, falling over onto his lap.

“I didn't!”

“Bet you were hoping to swallow a nice juicy load of blue sparks!” She was laughing her flanks off at him.

“Lyra!”

Her horn started to glow as she continued to tease him. “Your mouth watering, Kye? Want another taste?”

He’d had enough. He grabbed her, pulling her head to his chest and wrapping his lips around the luminescent protrusion.

“Eep!”

She began to writhe against him, trying to escape. Kye held her tight: she was going to learn not to tease him. The unicorn was fighting against him quite a lot, but he had noticed they were pretty evenly matched when she couldn't use her magic.

Her struggles eventually died down and she closed her eyes, breathing heavily and shaking against his chest. Her tail and ears were twitching, and he was pretty sure she was trying to curse at him.

“A-Asshole! Y-You’re like A-ahh… d-dog with a bone… ohh…”

Kye massaged one of her ears with a hand and traced his tongue down the spiral groove as far as he could without doing himself major damage. Lyra let out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan and she shuddered as her tail frantically lashed against the couch. Her scent intensified and her hindlegs locked straight—the familiar static sensation of her sparks filling his mouth and trickling down his throat. He was starting to love that feeling because it meant he’d just gotten her off.

He gave her horn one last lick, causing her to flinch. She’d gone limp in his arms and her eyes were unfocused. Kye chuckled, but stopped as he spotted something yellow standing just beyond the still open doorway.

The pegasus standing there was gazing at them in shock, her wings slightly extended. When she saw Kye looking at her she bolted, galloping away as fast as her hooves could carry her. Lyra had seen the yellow pony as well and spoke.

“Oh, yeah: Flutters wants in as well—forgot to tell you.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kye didn't think the pretty pegasus was ever likely to speak to him again after the way she'd just ran away in terror.

“Oh, she’ll be back. Couldn’t you tell she liked what she saw?”

“Well, no—not really.”

“Her wings. Kye. When a pegasus gets in the mood, their wings get stiff and they can't fold ‘em anymore—or fly. Why do you think she ran away?”

Kye gave her a skeptical look. “Yeah, I can't see it happening, Lyra. I mean, I’d never say no to her, but she’s just so timid-”

“Just give her a chance—maybe if you spent some time alone with her she wouldn't be so nervous,” She smiled and gestured to his crotch. “After all, it worked for Rarity.”

Kye rolled his eyes as the pony in question trotted back through the door, looking a bit flustered.

“He wouldn't talk to me. Oh, I feel just awful.”

Lyra bounded up off the couch, trotted over and wrapped the pretty fashionista in a hug as Kye's guilt returned.

“He’ll come around eventually,” Lyra said as she nuzzled at the unicorn.

Kye had never seen her show such affection towards another mare and was mildly surprised, but then he had to force his thoughts away from the gutter as several suggestive images of the two gorgeous unicorns tried to form in his dirty mind.

They soon had him trying on all the different outfits Rarity had made for him. He didn't normally wear formal attire, but the suit fit perfectly and was quite comfortable. He obviously looked good in it because they couldn't take their eyes off him.

“I think you may have overdid it a little, Rarity. We’re gonna have to fight to keep other mares from trying to steal him,” Lyra said, glancing at the fashionista as Kye finished adjusting his tie. Rarity merely gave her a modest smile.

It was dark by the time they left. Luna’s beautiful moonlight was shimmering over the rooftops as he walked beside Lyra. She could have teleported them, but it was a mild night and they wanted to appreciate it. Rarity had kissed them both goodnight—Lyra had been a little surprised at first, but quickly reciprocated the intimate contact. Kye admitted to himself he was starting to warm up to the idea of more than one partner.

When they got back to the house, they found Bon Bon had already went to bed. Lyra teleported them to up to the bedroom. Kye put the bundle of new clothes on the dresser, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed with the unicorn. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck, telekinetically covering them with the blanket and resting her muzzle just above his head. Kye guessed she probably didn't want to risk stabbing him with her horn during the night. He inwardly chuckled before eventually drifting off to sleep in her embrace.