Lyra Heartstrings: The Series

THE WAR ON (COUNTER-)TERRORISM, PART ONE.

"Bon Bon!" Lyra screeched from the kitchen, glaring at Bon Bon's bank statement. "Get over here now!"

In a few seconds, the Earth Pony was there, sweating as Lyra approached her. "Y-y-yes, darling?"

"I was just looking at your bank statement..." Lyra said, waving the document in her face. "Justify the spa visit four weeks ago."

Bon Bon knew her fate was sealed. "I was invited, by C-Cherry Berry..."

Lyra stared at Bon Bon, the lack of anger in her face giving Bon Bon a foolish notion that maybe Lyra wasn't angry. "Bon Bon...do you know what is in the news right now?"

"...The debt crisis?"

"Yes, no doubt caused by our wonderful leader's military expenses." Lyra said, putting the bank statement on the kitchen counter. "Now, Cherry Berry, she may have money for these types of excursions...Bon Bon, guess what?"

"What?" Bon Bon replied, mentally preparing herself to be punched to the ground.

"We don't!" Lyra yelled, picking up an empty wine bottle with her magic and smashing it over her marefriend's head.

Bon Bon lay sprawled in the sea of glass. Tears streamed from her eyes as Lyra leaned over her.

"I hope you have learnt a lesson today." Lyra said calmly, before walking away. Before she exited the kitchen, she turned around again. "And clean up this mess! I don't want glass in my hooves!"

Bon Bon grabbed a dustpan and brush, before breaking down in tears and wishing she could just die already...

Lyra walked back into the kitchen. The floor was now spotless, except for a large shard of glass with a large bloodstain on it. Lyra smirked. She would've killed her "marefriend" a long time ago, but she was simply too entertaining. Lyra picked up the shard and licked it. The taste of Bon Bon's blood never got old.

Lyra thought about the mare. She knew Bon Bon surely hated her, and would take the first opportunity to murder her. Lyra realised just how much danger she was in from Bon Bon. Lyra took a quill and paper, and began to write.

Dear Mr. R.

I have one servant's contract for sale. Good at cleaning, and will perform any 'task' given.  She has been faithful to me, but I wish to spread her good work. Would love for her to serve a new master/mistress. Make sure she goes to a good home.

Regards, Ms. H.

Lyra chuckled as she looked at the bank statement. Bon Bon wasn't going to spend any more of her money.

"Hello Bon Bon!" Mrs. Cake said happily. "Is it the usual?"

"Yeah..." Bon Bon said, taking the rainbow-iced cupcake and offering two bits to Mrs. Cake.

"Oh my word!" Mrs. Cake said, looking at Bon Bon's hoof. "What happened to your hoof?"

"...Nothing. Just grazed it on something sharp..." Bon Bon said, fearful of Lyra if she had told the truth. She waved goodbye to the friendly unaware baker as she walked out of the store.

Three masked pegasi rushed out of a nearby alley, threw a bag on Bon Bon's head, before flying away carrying her struggling body.

Lyra looked at the letter in her magic grip. She scoffed at how easy the capture was.

Ms. H,

We'll get her to a good home, don't worry about it, my most faithful friend.

We caught her outside the bakery. I enclose the standard payment of 400 bits, and I include two more for the cupcake she did not eat. In addition, this was our easiest capture ever!

Mr. R

Lyra laughed, before looking down and seeing that the act of selling her marefriend into slavery had gotten her horny. Seeing no other means of satisfying herself, she rolled up the letter into a rough cylinder shape.

"Oh yes..." Lyra moaned...

After masturbating with a piece of evidence in a crime against ponykind trial, Lyra looked in the newspaper. Most of it was the same tripe about Canterlot celebrities and Celestia's latest screw-up, but one advert stuck out to Lyra.

"Young Saddle Arabian immigrant seeking accommodation in the Ponyville area. Prefer non-smoker room-mate, but not fussy. Currently living under the Twilight Bridge."

Lyra slammed the paper down. A handsome young Saddle Arabian? Needing shelter? Could possibly be indoctrinated into a vicious terrorist? Lyra licked her lips at the possibilities. He might be an upstanding young fellow now, but in a few week, that will surely change...

Lyra laughed to herself, before heading out for the Twilight Bridge on the south side of Ponyville...

"Time to get my Saddle Arabian boytoy." Lyra said to herself, before setting out into the street.