Edited by JimboTex

The exhausts crackled and the dump valve hissed, the bike spraying dirt everywhere as Kye enjoyed the complete absence of any speed limits. Equestrian autobahn, fuck yeah! He shot past ponies going about their daily business, noticing none of them seemed scared of him or his bike anymore. His appearance in the Ponyville Express had obviously dispelled their worries.

Lyra had already left for work when he’d woken up, so Kye thought he’d go for a spin around town, tearing through the streets like a daredevil—and a bit of an idiot. He could really mess himself up if he had a spill—especially since he no longer had a helmet—but he craved the intense adrenaline rush that came with the reckless speed. Haha, time to mix things up, he thought.

He rolled up towards the town square. It wasn't exactly paved, but the stone surface had a damn sight more grip than the rest of the village and was big enough to be a decent platform for an old pastime of his. Putting his feet on the pillion pegs, he flicked the front wheel up with a twist of the throttle and slow wheelied around Pony Fountain.

A small crowd started to assemble, most of them mares. They were gazing at the spectacle with looks of awe and curiosity. Kye’s head was blatantly inflating with all the attention, but he didn't care: he loved stunting just as much as racing. He didn't currently have the correct rear sprocket size fitted, but the bike’s abundance of power more than made up for the open drivetrain ratio.

Kye dropped his ride down, giving it a burst of throttle before clamping the front discs, the tail lifted into the air as he stoppied around one-eighty degrees, the rear tyre slamming down onto the stone. The engine roared with a distinctive growl as he opened the throttle and the rear wheel spun, churning out a cloud of smoke as his ride rolled forward. He released the front brake, causing the bike to bunny hop, both wheels briefly leaving the ground before slamming back down for a drift lap of the fountain.

Fucking yes! Kye couldn't believe he’d managed to pull that one off without a stunting sprocket. Some of the ponies were actually stomping their approval as the bike rolled to a stop, the signature hiss of the turbo valve piercing the air.

Several ponies gathered round his ride, chattering away at him and trying to get a closer look at the bike. Kye hit the killswitch, flicked the kickstand down and dismounted, elaborately bowing to his equine audience.

“That’s quite the display of skill,” a distinct voice commented, easily standing out above the rest even though it was by no means the loudest. Kye glanced over the crowd, eventually finding the cellist from the party, minus her bow tie. She was gazing up at him with those gorgeous lavender eyes, her long silky black mane swaying in the light breeze.

“Oh. Hey, Octavia,” Kye said, trying to sound casual even though he was suddenly a little nervous. Octavia was the kind of pretty that discreetly allured—if one was to glance at the pony for just a fraction too long, then it was all too easy to become enchanted by her devastating good looks. Don’t look in her eyes… No, don't do it, Kye: you know what happened the other night…

“So, coffee?” the Earth pony suggested, flashing him a smile. His heart tried to do a backflip in his chest.

“Um… okay?”

Kye hadn't meant to say the word with an upward inflection but she was looking at him with almost Fluttershy levels of adorableness. It wouldn't have had such an effect on him, but Octavia had a confidence the yellow pegasus often lacked, which made her captivating gaze cause him to doubt everything his mind offered as potential conversation. His thoughts began to seem too inadequate, or just plain stupid to be discussed with the beautiful mare.

Octavia trotted, her tail swaying gracefully as she gestured for Kye to follow. He jumped back on the bike and set off alongside her as they headed towards a nearby cafe. Most of the crowd of onlookers had wandered off when he’d finished his little motor show.

He was still desperately trying to think of things to say that wouldn't make him sound like an imbecile, but his brain had quite forgotten how to construct a viable train of thought, instead deciding to constantly remind him how elegantly attractive she was.

She’s really pretty Kye… sophisticated, but still smokin’ hot…

I know damn it, now think of interesting things to say to her you feckin’ eejit!

Octavia sat on the bench of a picnic table outside the cozy little cafe and ordered two cappuccinos from the friendly waitress pony. Kye dismounted his ride and went to sit opposite her, but the Earth pony gestured with a hoof and a smile to the space next to her. He gingerly settled himself down at her side, rummaging through his thoughts to see if he’d come up with a decent topic of conversation.

You've got no money, Kye. She’s gonna have to pay… Shit. Kye wasn't cool with having the girl foot the bill, no matter what species she happened to be. He was still penniless—or bitless, at least. There were probably a few pound coins under the pillion seat of the bike, but he doubted they’d be much use in Equestria.

“I’m surprised Lyra’s letting you wander around by yourself after what happened at the party.”

“What?” Kye said, caught off guard. “Oh, Ace? Well, she kinda lost her temper with him yesterday, so I’m pretty sure he won’t be bothering us again… not that I need her to fight my battles or anything,” he quickly added. Kye knew he was weaker than most ponies, but he wasn't a complete pushover.

Octavia merely smiled. “I believe you.”

Kye looked at her, trying to figure out if she was being sarcastic or not. She gazed back at him, smiling politely. Damn, those eyes… Kye looked away as the waitress returned with the coffee.

“Just put it on my tab,” she told the smiling pony.

Kye was about to tell her he’d get it next time when the DJ unicorn from the party spotted them.

“Ha! I knew you were following him.”

Octavia sighed, rolling her eyes as the unicorn trotted over.

“Y’know, judging from the screams I sometimes hear through the odd hotel wall I’d say you’re in for quite a treat,” the DJ speculated to Kye, whose face immediately started to burn.

“Vinyl!” Octavia smacked her upside the head with a hoof.

“Oww, hey, no whacking!” The unicorn whined, rubbing her temple.

“If you’re only here to be a nuisance then you can leave, otherwise sit down and shut up,” Octavia snapped.

“Fine, fine. Holy Tia you’re cranky today,” Vinyl continued to grumble as she sat opposite them. The waitress trotted back over to take her order. Kye was still a little embarrassed at the unicorn’s words, idly fiddling with his cup and avoiding her gaze.

“So, you and Lyra: how does that work?” Vinyl curiously asked him.

“Um, what do you mean?” Kye parried, looking at her as he took a sip of coffee.

“Well, y’know, standard pony style? Reverse cowpony? Dolphin’s embrace?”

Kye choked on his cappuccino, some of it dribbling down his shirt as Octavia tapped him on the back with a hoof and glared at Vinyl.

“Ooh, you give her a hornjob yet?” the unicorn asked, completely ignoring his reaction.

“Vinyl!” Octavia chastised her friend, but the DJ wasn't listening.

“You did didn't you? Bet you were a little ‘shocked’ by the end result huh?” The unicorn laughed, her shades gradually slipping down her muzzle as she slapped a hoof down on the table a few times. Kye didn't know where to put his face—DJ Pon3 made Bon Bon seem like Catholic nun in comparison.

“Just ignore her, Kye. She does this to everypony,” Octavia told him, still glaring at the chuckling unicorn.

Kye spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with the two musicians. Vinyl Scratch was actually pretty hilarious once he’d gotten used to her dirty jokes and brashly inquisitive nature. Octavia still made him a little nervous, but now that he’d spent some time with her, he was starting to come out of his shell.

She was a very down to Earth kind of pony—it made sense, considering her race, he guessed. She soon had him talking about his home planet, explaining there were billions of people from all walks of life that lived in just under two hundred nations.

“Wow, that’s a lot, do they all ride machines too?” Octavia asked, looking at his ride.

It was just the two of them again. Vinyl had gotten bored of teasing them about their little romantic interspecies coffee date, as she had put it, and wandered off somewhere. The unicorn DJ had done quite a good job of breaking the ice for them though, which Kye was rather thankful for.

“Oh no, quite a few people are too scared—motorcycles are quite dangerous. Most people drive cars: kinda like the carriages you see here, but with internal combustion engines so they don’t need to be pulled. I think Great Britain alone has around thirty million of them.”

“That where you’re from?”

“Yea, England specifically. You know, your accent sounds kinda British, although maybe a little more sophisticated than the north, where I used to live.”

“Oh darling, you’re too kind,” Octavia said, overemphasising her articulation and fluttering her eyelashes.

Kye faltered as his heart tried to do another backflip. Octavia’s flirting had left him speechless—she was exceptionally good at it. Her gaze alone had him smitten most of the time, but when she actually made more of an effort the experience was sufficiently mind blowing.

Luckily he was spared the task of having to think of a witty reply by a gorgeous unicorn trotting over to sit on the bench beside him. She immediately wrapped her forelegs around his neck and kissed him, using a rather generous amount of tongue.

Kye nearly fell off the bench in shock. Rarity had come out of nowhere. Octavia was casually regarding the scene with mild interest as they broke apart.

“That's quite a way to make a statement, honey, but I already know Lyra’s given you the all clear, so you can go ahead and put him down before the poor guy has a heart attack.” The Earth pony chuckled, smiling at them.

“Why, whatever do you mean, darling?” Rarity asked in a deliberately over-amicable tone of voice. Octavia merely raised an eyebrow at the obviously rhetorical question and gave the fashionista a sly grin.

“Kye dear, I've just come from the spa. Aloe and Lotus have managed to gather some clientele who’d like to try your services—yours truly included, of course.” The unicorn nuzzled at him, discreetly running a hoof over his thigh.

“That’s great,” Kye said, wrapping an arm around her and trying to ignore the steel rod in his pants. Whenever Rarity touched him, he was instantly hard.

“Your first appointment is tomorrow morning at ten o’clock—moi.” She beamed at him. Kye grinned back, trying not to think of all the naughty things they might get up to in a private massage room.

“You’re going to work for the spa twins?” Octavia asked, sounding a little surprised.

“Well, he has to do something, right?” Rarity interjected, slipping a hoof into one of his hands. “These magnificent instruments are far better tools of relaxation than hooves…” She trailed off, closing her eyes and smiling.

“Just be careful—Aloe has a bit of a reputation for being, well… quite licentious towards stallions, even ones that are taken,” Octavia warned him. “She’s not a bad pony, she’s just lonely—like a lot of mares, really.”

Rarity snorted. “She’s not going to try anything with Kye when Lyra’s his alpha.”

“I wouldn't be too sure about that: remember the Snowflake fiasco?”

Rarity paused as if in thought for a moment. “I still don't think she’s foalish enough to-”

Lyra appeared in a flash of light on the bench opposite them. Her forehooves struck the table, and the wood splintered with a loud crack. Rarity squeaked in shock. She would have fallen off the bench if Kye hadn't had his arms wrapped around her.

“Where the buck have you been?” Lyra asked him. She hadn't raised her voice in the slightest, but he still felt like he was in big trouble for some reason.

“Relax, Lyra. He’s been with me and Vinyl pretty much all day,” Octavia interjected.

“Pretty much?”

Octavia sighed. “He’s not a little colt, Ly-”

“What if Ace cornered him again?”

“Ace is a whiny little bitch. I could kick his ass with one hoof whilst wearing a blindfold,” The Earth pony argued.

“Yes but K-” The unicorn immediately stopped talking after she realised what she’d been about to say—it was obvious. Lyra thought he was weak.

“I didn't mean it like that,” she quickly shot at him.

“It sure as hell sounded like you did,” Kye quietly said. Even his alpha thought he was a pushover. He was sick of it.

“Look, Kye, I just meant-”

Kye cut her off, “I don’t need you to protect me, Lyra. I’m going for a ride.”

Rarity looked worried as he disentangled himself from her embrace and got up, swinging a leg over the bike. He needed to know if Lyra would let him do this: it would be all too easy for her to stop him. The unicorn’s next actions would define how their relationship was going to work.

The Akrapovic cans let out a roar as the engine started. Kye slowly released the clutch and the bike began to roll. He barely touched the throttle, letting the bike smoothly pull away as the distance between them increased. The sight of the two unicorns gazing at him through the mirrors nearly undid him, but he kept on going. Even Octavia didn't look too happy at his sudden departure. He eventually rounded a corner and they slipped from his view. If he was honest with himself, he’d quite expected Lyra to just whisk him away back to the house; the fact that she hadn't was quite surprising. She was choosing to trust him instead.

Buildings and ponies whizzed by as the constant whir of the crossplane crankshaft droned on. He didn't know where he was going and was starting to miss Lyra already, but he needed to make a point: he wouldn't allow her to baby him.

After around twenty minutes of exploring the village, Kye came across a large building that reminded him of an old English stately home. However, the resemblance ended when he noticed a large sign with a red cross, as well as several ambulance carts parked next to it. A plaque that read ‘Ponyville Hospital’ was displayed above a set of double doors.

Kye pulled up, idly admiring the architecture as the engine continued to rumble. He thought of his brothers, one of which worked in a hospital back on Earth. He’d never even got to say goodbye to them. Sure, they’d joked with him about the TT—Just remember, bro: rubber side down—but they’d never expected they wouldn't be seeing him again. No one ever does, I guess…

Kye couldn't help but wonder how people would explain his disappearance, not to mention the complete absence of any motorcycle wreckage. He supposed people would start spawning “alien abduction” conspiracy theories—complete and utter bullshit, of course—but it’s what people usually did when they couldn't understand something.

Kye’s suppositions were interrupted when the hospital doors burst open. Coco Drop emerged, sporting a white neck brace and sitting in a wheelchair surrounded by a yellow aura. The rest of her herd followed as the brown mare spotted him.

“Perfect,” she said with a sadistic smile. “Ace, teach this freak a lesson.”

The stallion hesitated, glancing at Kye with uncertainty.

“What are you waiting for? Drop this ass-pie!” the alpha mare commanded.

Kye face palmed. “Really? Fuckin’ really? You have a whole other dimension’s worth of potential insults at your disposal and you go for ass-pie?” He chuckled. “Lyra must have sent quite a few brain cells packing, huh? Unless you've always been a witless degenerate, of course.”

Coco looked as if she’d just been slapped in the face. “Get him!” she screamed at the stallion.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ace obliged her, shooting a blast of energy from his horn. Kye had been expecting it this time though: he fluently flicked the kickstand down, hit the killswitch, and performed a nearly flawless aikido roll off the bike. The shot sailed over the top of his ride.

It was time to prove he wasn't as feeble as everypony assumed. Ace had barely managed to aim again before Kye lunged, connecting a left hook to the unicorn’s face. The stallion’s head whipped back as the blood sprayed from his muzzle. The shot he’d been in the process of firing flew up into the sky.

Kye quickly caught the distracted unicorn in a choke-hold and stood up, dragging the bucking stallion with him. Ace’s forehooves began flapping helplessly at the air in a kind of lame doggy paddle. After a few moments his struggles began to lack vigor, his flapping hooves slowing to nothing more than feeble twitches. Time for Ace to take a nap…

“Tink!” Coco screamed at the pegasus mare, “Get the alien freak off him, NOW!”

The pegasus let out a yelp of panic, her wings buzzing in fear as she lunged at Kye. The three of them fell to the ground—Kye managed to roll away as Ace quickly recovered, firing several blasts. The stallion was furious, nickering in rage as he attacked. His anger was seriously hindering his aim, however: it was so bad Kye easily managed to get to his feet and piledrive a fist directly into the unicorn’s right eye.

Pain exploded through his hand. He’d put quite a lot of force into the swing, rolling his body and transferring the weight down through his arm. He wouldn't have been surprised if he’d just shattered a knuckle or two.

The stallion hit the ground like a sack of shit, screaming in pain as his mares shrieked at the brutal takedown. Several of them were now regarding Kye with a look of fear they usually only reserved for his alpha.

“See? I told you he could take care of himself,” a sophisticated voice commented from somewhere behind him.

Kye glanced around. Octavia, Lyra and Rarity were trotting up to the scene, all of them smiling at the pathetic sight of the pompous stallion twitching on the ground. His horrendously bloodshot eye and crimson coated muzzle were rather noticeable. Coco looked a little worried: she clearly hadn't expected her stallion to be defeated so easily.

Lyra smiled up at Kye. She wasn't angry at Ace, wasn't tearing huge holes in the ground in a fit of rage, wasn't even sparing the still-whimpering stallion a glance. She only had eyes for Kye. He dropped to his knees and kissed her, knowing it would disgust Coco Drop to see a public display of affection between a pony and an alien.

The brown mare merely glared at them, visibly shaking with the effort of holding her tongue. Maybe she’s not as stupid as she looksKye mused. None of the other mares dared make a sound either.

“Come on, lets go,” Lyra said, trotting away without so much as a word to the Ace Chrome herd. Kye got back on the bike and rolled alongside her, Rarity falling in place on the other side of his ride as Octavia gracefully trotted behind the rear wheel.

“You coming in for a coffee darling?” Lyra was fluttering her eyelashes more than a little suggestively in Octavia’s direction. They had just arrived back at the house and Kye was busy parking up.

The Earth pony sighed, a look of annoyance on her face. “I can't. You already knew that though, didn't you?” Octavia pointedly stressed the last sentence.

“Oh, yes: your little music lecture at Ponyville Night College. Shame you’re otherwise occupied—it could have been quite an interesting evening if you’d had the time. Oh well…” Lyra said, deviously grinning at the cellist.

“This better not just be teasing Lyra, cause I’m done with the game-”

Lyra cut her off with a kiss, not just a friendly peck between casual marefriends. No, Lyra was kissing Octavia like she often kissed Kye. Holy crap! Kye thought.

Judging from seeming desperation with which Octavia was clinging to Lyra during their embrace, Kye could clearly see that Bon Bon hadn’t been lying about the cellist’s crush on his alpha. Rarity smiled at them, then glanced at Kye and raised an eyebrow.

He was so busy staring at the two mares making out that he failed to notice he hadn't put the kickstand down properly. The bike toppled over, taking him with it and landing heavily on his leg.

Motherfuckering monkey gonads! Litre bikes were pretty heavy: he’d probably have a bruise in the morning.

“You okay?” Lyra giggled, lifting the motorcycle off him with her magic and setting it down on the stand.

Kye cleared his throat. “... Kick…um, jammed… does that sometimes…” he mumbled, failing to hide his embarrassment as Rarity and Octavia shamelessly chuckled at him.

“Well, I must dash. See you later, honey.” Octavia gave Lyra one last kiss, then turned to Rarity. “Rarity, darling.” The fashionista gave her a smile. Octavia glanced back at Lyra, who gave the slightest of nods. Kye had been just about to get to his feet again when the cellist trotted over and kissed him.

Time seemed to stand still, his senses sharpening to a razor edged finality. The shock of the beautiful mare’s sudden proximity did nothing to quell the bizarre focusing effect.

He could hear the light breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees with unusual definition as she pressed their lips together. Her sweet scent was more addictive than the most soul-destroying of drugs—and even more captivating than her devastating gaze. Now, though, he couldn't take any action to prevent himself from falling under her spell. Kye was utterly entranced. He unconsciously raised a hand to her mane.

As soon his fingers parted the soft, perfectly straight strands, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her taste was a highly potent concentration of her addictive scent. Kye’s eyes went wide, his pupils dilating. It felt like he was going to overdose as she slid her tongue over his incisors.

Holy shit! He realised he was shaking—and slowly falling backwards, hanging on to any modicum of bodily control by only the slimmest of threads. Octavia didn't stop: she was practically on top of him when he heard Lyra giggle.

“Holy Tia, Tavi, you look like you’re gonna screw him in the street. You trying to prove a point, or something?” the chuckling unicorn asked as the Earth pony pulled away from him. Kye was lying on his back, trembling from withdrawal symptoms—and not just of the nicotine variety.

Octavia frowned at Lyra. “No… Don’t get me wrong, honey: you’re quite the prize, but you’re still just the bonus in this little herd.” She smiled, tracing a hoof over Kye’s chest. He was still shivering, already craving another taste of her.

“I can live with that,” Lyra said in a soft tone.

Octavia gave him one last peck before gracefully trotting off at a brisk pace. A lance of relief shot through him, only to be replaced by more of the craving. Seriously, the mare was like a frickin’ hooved methadone clinic.

Lyra trotted over and smiled down at him. “She’s got you hooked, hasn't she?”

“U-Um… er…” Kye stuttered. He could barely think straight, let alone talk at this point.

“Wow, she’s good. I can see why you like her,” Rarity casually speculated to Lyra as Kye continued to mutter to himself.

“Yes she’s quite the charmer,” Lyra said, telekinetically opening the door. “Will you be joining us?”

“Oh, I’d love to dear, but I’m afraid I already agreed to watch my sister and her little friends. They’re having a sleepover tonight, and if I cancel Sweetie Belle wont talk to me for weeks—you know how she gets.”

Kye had come to his senses enough to notice Rarity looked genuinely forlorn at having to reject the offer. He pulled her close for a hug, knowing that she would have stayed if she hadn't had other plans. The fashionista responded by kissing him again, and the familiar hallucinogenic buzz shot through his already frazzled perceptions. He didn't know how much more he could take.

Rarity broke the kiss and smiled rather seductively. “See you tomorrow morning, darling.” She gave a signature flutter of her exquisite eyelashes before trotting over to Lyra and whispering something in the unicorn’s ear. Lyra gave another slight nod. Rarity smiled in reply, gave her a quick kiss, and elegantly trotted off.

Kye shot an inquisitive look at his alpha, but she merely disappeared into the house without a word. Kye followed her, wondering if he should bother asking her about what Rarity felt he hadn't needed to hear. Meh, screw it. She probably wouldn't tell him anyway.

“Bonnie?” Lyra called through to the kitchen. “Bon Bon?”

There was no answer.

“She must still be at work,” Lyra concluded, pausing for a second before averting her gaze from him. Her smile had vanished. “Don't ever do that to me again Kye,” she said in an odd tone.

“What?” Kye was confused. Lyra had been happy one second, but now she sounded on the verge of tears. “Do what?”

“I’d been looking forward to seeing you all day, then you just up and leave because of one little slip up. It fucking hurt,” Lyra replied. She didn't sound like her usual self at all.

Kye opened his mouth to say something, but he had nothing. He was in shock. Lyra seemed genuinely upset—she still wasn't looking at him. Kye felt like a jackass.

He thought back to the reason he’d came up with to justify his little impromptu ride of solitude. It seemed way too feeble to warrant the uncharacteristic tremor in the unicorn’s voice, the way her ears were lying flat, and the distinct lack of her cute little smile.

She finally turned to look at him. He was reminded of the view in the bike’s mirrors, only this was much, much worse. Her large, sad eyes tore his soul to pieces; his heart shattered into tiny, painful fragments of deepest regret. He deserved the guilt—he’d well and truly earned it. Fucking asshole: you had to go throw a hissy fit, even though all she’d done was make a valid point…

“Lyra… I’m so sorry,” Kye began, dropping to his knees. He was burning up with remorse. He desperately wanted to hug her, but wasn't sure if she’d let him—she certainly had every right to rebuke him. “I know you were just looking out for me.”

Thankfully, she quickly trotted to him and lunged forward, nearly bowling him over in the act of diving on him. Kye closed his eyes, falling back to sit cross-legged and encircling his arms around the unicorn. Her hind legs were now straddling his waist, her forehooves wrapped around his neck in a rather intimate embrace.

“It’s my job to protect you, Kye: it’s what alpha mares do. I know it’s the other way round where you’re from, but I don’t care—so don’t expect me to drop the habit anytime soon.” She nuzzled his neck.

The torrent of relief that flowed through him was more a result of her actions than her words. Just the thought of not being able to hug her like this sent chills down his spine.

The two of them sat wordlessly, just holding each other close and enjoying each other’s company for a while. Kye would have been happy to sit for days, doing nothing other than clutching the unicorn, idly running his fingers through her soft coat. After quite some time, Lyra finally broke the silence.

“I don't want you wandering off on your own again. I know you can take care of yourself but… If somepony took a sly shot behind your back, you wouldn't be able to do that clever rolling thing you do…” she quietly said.

“You noticed that?” Hmm, she must have been watching for a while. “Y’know, that’s a technique of a martial art back on Earth. I did a few classes, but lost interest after a while.” A thought occurred to him. “Hey, maybe you could teach me Still Way?” he added, figuring that it might come in useful some day.

Lyra giggled. “What? You thinking of growing a horn? Cause I don't think it’d suit you.” Kye was glad to see she’d cheered up somewhat.

“So, it’s unicorn exclusive?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Well it is a magical fighting style.” She gave him a devious smile as her horn started to glow. “Aww, is Kye gettin’ jealous?” she added with a teasing chuckle.

Kye rolled his eyes, wrapped his fingers around the luminescent protrusion, and gently squeezed. Lyra stopped laughing.

“Ahhh…ohhh”

“What was that now?” Kye grinned at the twitching pony.

Lyra kissed him, her tongue dominating his mouth as she began to grind her marehood against him. Kye had already been semi-erect from all the cuddling, but now he was rock hard.

Slipping his free hand down between her hind legs, he carefully ran a couple of fingers through her moist folds.

“Sweet Celestia…ohh…”

He felt the odd lurching sensation again as the surroundings changed and they landed softly on the bed. Kye got the hint and quickly undressed, laying down next to her and replacing a hand between her thighs.

She closed her eyes and started panting as Kye slid a finger into her sex—she was already slick. He inserted another, quickly found what he was looking for and applied pressure, slightly bending then straightening the digits inside her.

“Eeeep!”

Lyra arched her back, her eyes going wide and her tail cracking off the mattress like a whip. She began to shiver, breathing heavily and mumbling incoherently as Kye gyrated his fingers inside her. A mad light danced in her eyes and she unconsciously ground her teeth, seemingly unable to focus on anything. Kye chuckled inwardly to himself. I wonder how far I can get Sparkles to shoot this time…

“S—sta-hp… gn...g...g-na…g...s… ssr... su—sur...srge-”

Kye chuckled out loud at her mindless babblings. He suspected this was gonna be a good one for her. He took a glance at her expression and a paralysing lance of fear shot through him.

Oh shit.

Lyra had fallen completely still: her eyes were shining again, brightly illuminating the ceiling. Her mane and tail were magically, flowing and he noticed she was starting to levitate above the bed.

Fuckthatville’s a callin’.

Kye quickly removed his fingers, leapt up and bolted for the door. As soon as he touched the handle, he was swiftly pulled back and telekinetically pinned to the bed. The surging unicorn slowly floated into position over him, her mane and tail rippling with power and her eyes shining purest white. Fuck!

Lyra looked devastatingly beautiful, yet proficiently lethal. He had a pretty good idea of what she was about to do next, and wasn't sure if he’d survive. She was more than powerful enough to accidentally kill him if she completely lost control. He’d never been more scared in his life, but if this was to be his end, then it certainly wasn't a dull way to go.

Ohshitohshitohshit! Lyra intertwined their bodies in an embrace that nearly crushed him, biting down on his neck quite a bit harder than usual. If she’d had sharper teeth, she would have broken the skin. Kye was forced to close his eyes so as to not be blinded by the beautiful, deadly glow of Lyra’s own eyes mere inches away, leveled at him with lustful intent.

The sheer magical power radiating from her, coupled with the skin-to-coat proximity, was terrifying yet exhilarating at the same time. It felt like he was dancing with sudden death—the same kind of adrenaline rush he always chased by racing motorcycles, but way more intense.

Her slick marehood was pressed against his achingly solid member. He may have been shitting himself in fear, but he was still hard as steel. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her and brought a hand up to her mane, only to yelp in shock as an intense feeling of static energy washed through his fingers. He’d quite forgotten her mane was no longer solid matter—it now bore more of a resemblance to plasma, if anything.

He was shaking in an odd mixture of fear and pleasure as she began gyrate her hips, coating his junk with her slick juices. She repeatedly slid herself up the length of his shaft, her entrance getting closer to the tip each time. Kye couldn't control his breathing: the sheer amount of energy blasting through him, combined with the exquisite lubricated friction of her marehood gliding against his primed member was causing him to hyperventilate.

After the seventh slick glide he felt himself finally penetrate the still surging unicorn. The power radiating from her instantly intensified, making his whole body tingle as his shaft slid deep within her. The blissful coupling caused a heady influx of testosterone and adrenaline to course through his veins as she continued to bite him, running her tongue over his neck.

Kye bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to fight the primal urge to spill his seed inside her. He knew that if he shot too soon, he’d have to ride a torrent of oversensitive agony until she was finished with him. He sure as hell couldn't stop her from regardlessly screwing him senseless if he blew his load too early.

Fuckfuckfuck! This is too much… Lyra was riding him hard, repeatedly slamming herself down onto his shaft, her static tail causing his balls to tingle as she continued to bite his neck. Kye knew he wasn't gonna last much longer: the magical surge was amplifying the already intense experience of mating with her.

There was only one thing left he could think of that could potentially save him. He slid a hand beneath her flowing tail and ran his palm over her soaking wet marehood, his shaft still sliding between the twitching folds. He then brought it up to her glowing horn and gently squeezed. It was unusually hot to the touch, almost unpleasantly so, but that didn't stop Kye from sliding his slick hand over the spiral groove.

Lyra let out an unholy shriek. Her voice was multilayered with an undercurrent of untold power that shook the entire bed. Her twitching marehood fiercely clenched and relaxed around his shaft several times, sending him crashing over the edge.

He quickly released her horn, his eyes still tightly shut as he pressed both hands down on her rump and exploded into the surging unicorn, filling her with his seed. The release was so intense that he nearly passed out. He barely even noticed the odd crackling sound, followed by a burning smell.

Kye’s heart thundered in exhilaration as he lay panting and sated beneath the unicorn. He could feel the silky strands of her tail gently quivering between his thighs, her mane gently brushing over his fingers. She had stopped surging.

Being sexually dominated by Lyra when she was lost to the wild influences of her immense magical strength was easily the scariest fucking thing he’d ever experienced—yet all he could think about was how much he wanted to experience it again.

She was completely motionless, with Kye’s softening member still held captive inside her as she spoke.

“You okay?” Her voice was shaking.

“Y-Yeah…” Kye knew he didn't sound very convincing, he was still trembling from the intense climax. He opened his eyes to see Lyra looking oddly terrified and relieved.

“Why didn't you run, Kye? Holy shit, I could have killed you. I—I completely fucking lost it. I don't even know what-”

“Ssshhh.” Kye cut her off and smiled. “I’ll admit, you scared the shit out of me, but it was the best lay I've ever had.”

She gave him a surprised look. “You liked it? How? If I’d done that to anypony else, they’d be horrified, they’d never want to see me-”

“I’m not anypony else, Lyra.”

“But you could have died-”

“I trust you.” He hugged her, burying his face into the soft coat of her neck.

“Well I don't.” She frowned at him. “If I ever I ever try to surge-fuck you again, then you run. Promise me Kye.”

Kye pulled back and gave her a smile, pointedly holding his tongue.

“Kye!” She snapped at him.

“Well, I did try to run at first, but you just man-handled me like you always do.” He smirked at her.

“Well, you should have tried harder!”

Kye ignored her, avoiding her gaze and hoping she’d drop the subject. He glanced at the ceiling and noticed a jagged black groove that hadn't been there five minutes ago.

“Well?” Lyra prompted. “Kye, I’m dangerous when I lose control. Surely you should know that by now.”

“Course I do—it’s one of the things I love about you.” He pointed upwards, attempting to direct her attention to the odd scorch mark on the ceiling. “Just one question: where the hell did that come from?”

Lyra’s eyes went wide and her ears flattened. She looked positively adorable, holding the shocked expression for a few moments before slowly glancing up to the indicated direction.

“W-What?” She seemed unable to notice what he was pointing at.

“Um, I’m pretty sure that weird burn wasn't there this morning.” Kye chuckled.

“Oh, well um… when a unicorn… ‘finishes’ during a surge the sparks are a little more… violent.”

Kye was suddenly glad he’d removed his hand before she’d come. “So I’m guessing I can't give you a hornjob when you’re surging?”

“No! No more surge sex at all, Kye: you see these eyes shining with lust then you haul ass.”

She got to her hooves, his slick member slipping out of her and slapping against his abdomen. A dribble of semen was running down the inside of one of her thighs. Kye tried—and failed—to suppress a grin. She caught him staring between her legs and rolled her eyes.

“Ugh. I’m going to take a shower. I feel like a street-clopping cum dumpster.”

Kye snorted, blatantly chuckling as she turned and playfully whipped his chest with her tail before teleporting in a flash of amber light.

Author's Notes:

ERMAHGERD! PERNIES! Clop-clop-clop-clop-clop-clop-clop-clop

Sorry....I'll go now....

PS: To those that get the VA reference—good for you /)