It had been touch and go for the first week. Bon Bon did not want to let Lyra off easily or want to lose her lover.

The first day had been spent amputating Lyra’s four legs at the halfway point, just below each knee. Bon Bon had gone slowly and ensured Lyra was awake for as much of it as possible. With her hooves gone and legs half as long, she couldn’t feed or take care of herself easily. She looked, and was forced to act, like a dog—a common bitch to be kept as a pet.

For the first week, Bon Bon had administered some antibiotics from the pharmacy in town to keep Lyra’s fever down. The crude amputations posed a risk of killing her from infection. As the scar tissue over her amputated legs healed, Bon Bon moved on to the next phase. She pulled her teeth out in sets until finally removing all of them.

It had taken almost another full week for Lyra’s gums to heal. Throughout it all, Bon Bon would visit her and literally poke her in the side with a stick—a broom stick. It brought her great pleasure to beat Lyra and extend her suffering. Whether it was kicking, poking, or throwing more hot water on her, it always made Bon Bon feel better about herself.

Three weeks later, Lyra was as healed as she would ever get. She lived in a small metal cage in the basement and was only let out when she pleased Bon Bon sexually. Even then, she was never allowed to leave the basement.

Lyra now had a heavily scarred chest and stomach. Even her nipples had been scarred by the boiling water. She had four amputated legs to walk on, yet it was very painful for her to do so. Her pussy had in fact grown shut, into one thick piece of scar tissue. Bon Bon had managed, somehow, to keep her urethra open. Lyra could still shit and piss, and as long as she did it in her cage, Bon Bon wouldn’t get mad.

With no vocal chords, Lyra soon found her only way to communicate was groaning and whining, or pressing the button on her collar to say “I love you, Bonnie!” She was fed cat food and had twice tried to kill herself by refusing to eat. Unfortunately, it takes days to die of dehydration and weeks to die from no food. Bon Bon had forced a feeding tube through her nose, down her throat, and into her stomach.

Unable to even commit suicide properly, Lyra became lethargic.

“Bitch, you don’t look so good. Would you like to eat my cunt?” Bon Bon asked.

Lyra whimpered and limped to the edge of her cage. She stuck her head out a spot where the bars were just wide enough to allow her access to Bon Bon’s pussy. She licked lazily at it.

Bon Bon grabbed the nearby broom and poked Lyra with it hard in the ribs. “You can do better, slut!”

Lyra cried, and pressed the button on her collar. “I love you, Bonnie!”

“Then prove it, and put some effort into it. Hell, I might let you sleep at the end of my bed like a real pet if you do a good enough job.”

Lyra almost smiled at the thought. She spent every night in her cold metal cage, alone, surrounded by her own urine and shit. Lyra lunged forward into Bon Bon’s snatch and began giving her one hell a ravaging.

Bon Bon could feel a wonderful orgasm approaching fast as Lyra licked and suckled her pussy with renewed vigor. It didn’t take long before Bon Bon tensed up and squirted her juices onto Lyra’s face.

As she rode the wave of endorphins down, Bon Bon smiled. “Good work, bitch. Now, I have a special deal for you. We have two guests here. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable while I fetch them.”

Bon Bon unlocked the cage and Lyra limped out. She had a pillow in the corner of the basement that was very comfortable. It was the only time she laid on anything other than concrete or metal. She curled up on the pillow and waited for Bon Bon to return from upstairs.

There was a loud thudding sound as Bon Bon dragged something down the stairs. She untied a burlap sack and pulled it off.

Vinyl and Octavia had been inside the sack. Both were hogtied and covered in scars, bruises, and missing pieces of flesh.

“You see, they’re as guilty as you for cheating on me,” Bon Bon explained. “The difference is I never loved them. Now that I’ve had my fun, they have to die so I can bury the bodies. I want you to kill them.”

Lyra’s eyes went wide in horror and she pushed herself against the wall and cowered. “I love you, Bonnie! I love you, Bonnie!”

“Oh no, you don’t get off that easy. You want to die, right?” Bon Bon asked.

Lyra just looked at her. It was true she wanted more than anything to escape this living hell, and knew Bon Bon wouldn’t let her.

“If you kill Vinyl and Octavia, I’ll kill you painlessly. Your suffering will be over.”

Bon Bon tossed a knife onto the floor.

Lyra slowly and timidly crawled over to the knife, wary that it was some sort of trick. She looked at Octavia, who was unconscious. She then looked at Vinyl who was awake.

“P-please, Lyra,” Vinyl whispered. “H-help.”

The white mare was covered in blue bruises and dried blood. She could barely move as Lyra picked up the knife and scampered over to her. She stood there with the knife in her mouth but couldn’t bring herself to cut Vinyl’s throat open as the mare watched her and cried.

Lyra finally moved over to Octavia, quickly sliding the blade against her throat. Octavia gurgled and struggled to breath, but died quickly. Lyra watched her bleed out, dying in silence as Vinyl wept.

Past the point of no return, Lyra slid the knife across Vinyl’s neck. She was forced to watch Vinyl die with a look of betrayal etched on her face. Even after death, her eyes remained open, watching and judging Lyra.

She dropped the knife and collapsed crying.

Lyra felt a hoof rubbing her back. “Good work, bitch, very good work. You made mommy proud.”

Lyra looked up through her tears to see Bon Bon smiling widely. “I love you, Bonnie!”

“I love you too, Lyra, and that’s why I lied. I’ll never let you die!”

Bon Bon hugged Lyra, before carrying her over to the cage and locking her in. Lyra could only watch in horror as Bon Bon stuffed the ponies back into the sack.

Lyra threw herself against the bars and banged her head against them. The voice box went off as she thrashed around in the cage. “I love you, Bonnie!” Lyra thought she would finally have an end to her suffering, a merficul death.

Instead, Bon Bon had given Lyra an even worse punishment. She had tricked Lyra into selfishly murdering Vinyl and Octavia. Even though Lyra loved the musicians, and despite Vinyl’s plea for mercy, Lyra had shown them none. It was her fault they’d been captured and tortured, and it was her hoof that murdered them.

Lyra slumped on the floor of the cage crying. “I love you, Bonnie!” She flailed around trying to tear the collar off but it was useless. The lights went out and the door to the basement closed. Lyra was left in her cold metal cage to sleep through the night like the bitch she was.

Author's Note

The end?

I should probably give a fuck, but I don't.