One Shot: Dance With Me

by Royal Flush

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Lyra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Bon-Bon
Length: 1684

Lyra and Bonbon get a little drunk

Lyra just returned home from the Grand Galloping Gala, completely exhausted from the experience. Bonbon listens to her tale and admits that she wouldn't have been very good company, seeing as she can not dance. The green unicorn was never one to take such a challenge lying down and offers to teach her the basics over a bottle of wine.

Published 2013-05-05 06:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-05 06:50:01 UTC

Dance With Me

“So wait, explain to me again what happened?” Bonbon asked, sitting next to the mint colored unicorn, two glasses in one hoof and bottle of red wine in the other.

“I don’t remember exactly. Everything’s sort of a blur,” Lyra admitted, accepting a glass from the cream earth pony, “It all started with Pinkie Pie convincing Octavia and the rest of the band to play this ridiculous polka.” The unicorn poured a drink, quickly downed it, and refilled her glass. “Damn near molested her cello too,” she added darkly.

“Well that must be the worst of it right?” Bonbon asked hopefully. “I’m sure even Princess Celestia wouldn’t have minded a little bit of improv from one of the Elements of Harmony.”

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if it had just stopped there.” Lyra sighed and slumped against her roommate. “Pinkie pulled this soundboard out of nowhere and started playing even more crazy music, then took a stage dive, smashed into Applejack’s cart, and launched a cake across the room.”

“Oh my…”

“And then,” the unicorn continued without so much as a pause, “the cake goes flying right at Prince Blueblood, who shoves Rarity in front of him, the pansy, to protect him from the cake.”

Bonbon leaned back and sipped at her wine, keeping a neutral expression. She had grown used to the green pony’s tirades since moving in with each other over a year previous; usually having to do with the existence of “humans” or blue time traveling police boxes, and cover-ups by Celestia, and now Luna since her return. The candy chef simply nodded and added an appropriate response in all the right places as Lyra plowed on with her tale of woe.

“THEN Rarity starts yelling at him and he somehow knocks over this huge statue. Rainbow Dash jumped in at the last second and caught it, but she managed to knock over this ring of pillars around it, and then break the statue. I mean how does that even happen?” Lyra asked, waving her hoof around for emphasis.

“I have no idea…”

“Then Celestia comes in the room with Twilight Sparkle, and oh jeez you should have seen her face. Like someone had told her that Luna had turned back into Nightmare Moon and Discord was her partner in crime.”

“What did she say?”

“Well nothing at that point because Fluttershy came barging in chasing all the animals in the Royal Gardens screaming ‘You’re going to love me!’” Lyra drained another glass of wine and grabbed the bottle. “Right about then was when I found Tavi and the rest of the band and got out of there as fast as I could.” The unicorn sighed and closed her eyes. “What a night.”

Bonbon kissed her forehead and snuggled up to the mare. “Well I’m glad it was interesting this year. I’ve heard a lot of ponies say that the whole thing is really overrated and just boring.”

“Interesting?” Lyra grunted, “Try insane.” She sighed and wrapped her hooves around Bonbon, burying her muzzle into her soft pink and blue mane. She took a deep breath, catching hints of the delicious treats she had made that day; a touch of chocolate, a hint of caramel, and a sprinkling of cotton candy. The combination of sweets made the mare smile. “I’m just glad to be back home after all that.”

Bonbon giggled in that cute way that Lyra loved. “And you’re a bit drunk my minty musician,” the earth pony pointed out.

“Just a little bit. You would be too after a night like tonight.”

“I’m getting there,” Bonbon said, taking the bottle from Lyra and topping off her own glass. “Did you at least get to dance or try any of the food?”

“Yeah,” Lyra replied thinking back over the last few hours. “They had waiters coming around with a lot of those fancy little hors d’oeuvres. I tried some of the vegetable wraps, they weren’t bad, but there were these little rich milk chocolate squares with a drizzle of cream over them…” Lyra looked down mid speech and was met with a raised eyebrow from Ponyville’s premier candy maker. “They were totally inferior to yours in every way,” she added quickly.

Bonbon chuckled again, reassuring the unicorn. “Relax Lyra, I won’t hold a grudge if Canterlot’s candy happens to be better than mine. I wish I could have tried some.”

Lyra nodded in agreement. “It’s too bad that huge order needed to be filled for tomorrow, I think you would have liked them. Besides,” she said, squeezing the pony and flashing a sultry smile, “I missed my dance partner.”

Bonbon looked away, a light pink coloring her cheeks, “C’mon you know I can’t dance. Especially not that fancy way of dancing they do for parties like that.”

“Well that settles it then,” Lyra said getting up from the couch.

“What does?” The green unicorn trotted over to the stereo and selected a CD from the rack and dropped it into the tray. The first few notes from a slow song filled the small room as the green unicorn turned and extended a hoof to Bonbon.

“Dance with me,” she said.

“I just told you I can’t dance Lyra.”

“Sure you can, c’mon I’ll teach you. I’ve had to do this a bunch of times at shows for rich ponies. It’s easy.”

Bonbon looked at her skeptically before heaving a big sigh. She drank the last of her wine and sauntered over to the lyrist. “Now what mistress?” she asked coyly.

“Now, now,” Lyra teased, “that’s for later. First thing’s first, up on your rear hooves.” Bonbon heaved herself up, unsteady in this new position. Lyra let her lean against her, more than happy to help support her beautiful marefriend.

“How can you do this so easily?” Bonbon asked, resting heavily on the unicorn.

“Tavi taught me a lot of things, one of which was her trick for playing the cello.” Lyra let the earth pony get used to the new stance for a minute before continuing with her instruction. “Now, to dance, there’s two partners,” Lyra gestured to herself and Bonbon, “One leads and one follows. And since this is your first lesson, I’ll lead.”

“Now you put your hoof on my shoulder,” Bonbon did so, “and I take your other hoof in my left and put my right on your ass.”

“Wait what?” the earth pony asked with surprise.

“I’m joking. I rest it on your hip just like this.” Lyra laid her right hoof on Bonbon’s hip and gently pulled her a little closer so their muzzles were almost touching. “Follow me so far?”

“I-I think so.”

“Great!” Lyra said brightly. The piano continued in the background as the green unicorn started to sway back and forth to the beat. Bonbon was content to just close her eyes and lay her head on Lyra’s shoulder, letting the fuzziness of the wine do its work. The longer the two ponies stayed that way, the more Bonbon felt herself melting into Lyra’s embrace, and rather enjoying this “dance lesson.”

“Ready to go?”

“Hm?” the pony responded, opening her eyes and looking into the unicorn’s golden irises.

“Traveling, you know the next step?”

“Um sure,” the earth pony said, “How do you do that?”

Lyra walked her through the steps, slowly at first, on how to move on the dance floor. Step by step, the mint green unicorn taught her roommate how to properly place a hoof here or there, and follow the leader. Soon they were slowly waltzing around the room. The cream colored pony kept her eyes glued to the floor, checking to make sure she did not accidentally trip over her own feet. Lyra simply looked on, counting so Bonbon could keep time.

All good things must come to an end however, Lyra’s three cups of wine started to really affect the mare and soon after a number of bruised shins and nonstop giggling, the two mares found themselves back where they started, tangled up on the couch together.

Bonbon’s sides hurt from all the laughing. “Lyra,” she managed to say between breaths, “I do believe you’re drunk!”

“I may be drunk!” Lyra slurred defensively, “but at least I’m not Catbug!” There was a pause as the phrase sunk in, followed by another round of unstoppable laughter from the two mares.

“What does that even mean?” Bonbon said, tears streaming down her face.

“I have no idea,” the unicorn admitted sheepishly, “I’m drunk.” As their laugher died down, Bonbon snuggled closer to her marefriend and nuzzled her neck affectionately. Lyra closed her eyes and breathed deeper as she felt a trail of little kisses up and down her throat.

“Lyra?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” the green pony asked.

“The dance lessons,” Bonbon answered contentedly, “I never was very good with that.”

Lyra chuckled, pulling the chef closer against her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Though the couch isn’t where I expected to end up.”

Bonbon raised herself up to a sitting position so she was straddling the green unicorn. “Ms. Heartstrings, were you trying to seduce me?” The combination of the little pout on the earth pony’s face, plus the hooves on her hips just made Lyra smile all the wider. The alcohol helped too.

“Mayyybe,” she grinned.

Bonbon squinted at her for a few seconds before sliding her hooves from her hips to Lyra’s shoulders, trapping the unicorn under her. Her light blue eyes sparkled as she cocked her head to one side. “And why didn’t you finish the job?” she asked, slowly grinding against the unicorn.

“I was just waiting for the right time.”

The earth pony grinned and leaned down, kissing the mare hard. She nuzzled Lyra’s neck again and blew into her ear, making Lyra squirm.

“Dance with me.”

Author's Note

Well shit, it happened again. I got sidetracked while writing and this was born. Someone really needs to stand behind me and keep me on track, because I'll never get anything done at this rate.