Sweetie Belle Finds a Gun

Sweetie Belle held her form close to the shade, allowing what foliage remained to cloak her activities. Who would be the first target of her youthful mischief? Scootaloo was way out of consideration as she was busy indoors, which was no place for a battle of liquids, and Applebloom’s sister probably wouldn’t be too appreciative of the chance that the orchard may get a bit over-watered. So, she decided to target some unassuming pony who would likely enjoy her endeavors.

Two ponies, one of which being a unicorn, were sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the road. The unicorn was rather peculiar as unlike her neighbor on the seat who was sitting on all fours, she had her back resting against the rear and her legs hanging down. They appeared to be deeply involved within their conversation.

“Bon Bon” Began the unicorn “I have something very important to tell you.”

The pony on the other part of the bench with purple hair containing a pink highlight perked her ears up and looked into the eyes with emotional intent. “Yes Lyra?”

“I’ve been keeping this a secret for so long, and I don’t think that I’d like to hide it, especially from you.”

Bon Bon leaned in close, the anticipation causing her body to quiver. Could this be the time? Could this finally be the moment where Lyra confesses her deepest longings?

“You see” Said Lyra, unaware that from across the dirt road lurked an untrained assassin whom was training her sights on the pegasus, aiming at the upper leg joint so as to adjust for drop off so that there would be a splash at her feet. “Bon Bon, I-” And her speech was abruptly cut off.

The sound was like that of thunder, the scream of destruction panged the ears of all who were near and when everypony had regained their senses there was Lyra, writhing upon the ground holding her thigh trying desperately to stop the flow of blood. Bon Bon soon appeared by her side and cradled Lyra’s head in her hooves.

“Lyra, speak to me!”

She coughed, the unicorn’s strength sapping slowly making the effort to apply pressure seem mountainous. “Bon Bon, I” She tried to mutter “I . . .”

“Yes, yes?” Bon Bon asked, tears forming in her eyes as she was coming upon the brink of hysterics.

“Bon Bon I” She finally got rid of the formality and just said what she needed to say. “It was I that stole your sandwich, not that squirrel!” And with this final revelation, she went limp in her friend’s arms.

“Lyra? Lyra!” She exclaimed, shaking the body of the pony she cherished most. “No!”

After the shaking was over Lyra opened her eyes and shook her head. “Ouch, you didn’t have to yell.”

“Lyra! You’re okay!” Bon Bon was elated and held Lyra close and uncomfortably tight.

“Yeah.” She said as she removed her hoof, showing the line of red that stretched across her thigh. It was minute and could easily be covered by a bandage, in a manner of speaking it was hardly worth mentioning. “Huh, guess it was just a scratch.” And with this she returned to her position on the bench. Bon Bon soon joined her and the day was without further incident as their assailant had quickly fled the premises.