Tears of ecstasy

Previously: after Octavia's brutal game,Vinyl escaped to the restaurant with Lyra and told her what happened. Lyra didn't like the idea of her best friend being with such a violent pony, but Vinyl insisted that everything was still okay. Meanwhile, Bon Bon finds out about Octavia's fetish and gets a flashback back to when her friends raped her. Just when even her own fetish is revealed to Octavia, both of them almost loses control and their loyalty to each others marefriends. However, they get interrupted in the last second. Bon Bon flees the seen in a state of arouse and confusion, leaving Octavia alone before Vinyl and Lyra makes their way back to their rooms and respective lovers...

Only for the meek

The door to room 142 slammed up, allowing the cream earth pony with her navy blue and pink striped mane to rush in. In a repeat, the door slammed again. It was shut, preventing anypony else to come in unless they tried the doorknob.

“No... just.... no...” Bon Bon whimpered to herself as her knees weakened in front of the door. A complete consummation of power made it impossible for the poor mare to stand up, forcing her down to the hard floor. She laid her head on the side, breathing like it was forty degrees Celsius in the room. Her perspiration was a sign of confusion, fear and arouse. And when her eyes from the floor landed on the four poster bed, the memories returned in a most dreadful way.

The image of Octavia, sitting on top of her, extending her fore hooves to put them gently over the pale neck. “I almost chocked Vinyl to death this morning” the incredibly sexy voice spoke from the gray lips. They didn't move and they were all blurry just like the rest of this whole hallucination.

“No.... no, I... I didn't...” she resisted, frowning in denial to the sad fact.

The other blurry mare who laid down on the bed didn't resist, she just rested and waited for the hard hooves to suffocate her. “Could you do that to me too?” she then asked sweet and slowly to let the vibrations echo inside Bon Bon's head with a terrible tone.

“NO!!” she roared out and closed her eyes as hard as she could, hiding her face behind the only fore hooves she had and tensed every muscle she could control. The nightmare became too real, eating her consciousness while slowly digesting it piece by piece. “I would never betray Lyra!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, curling up as her body started to tremble.

A nasty groan disturbed Bon Bon's focus, causing her to look between the hooves and see the blurry couple of two mares in the bed. She saw how the light gray one grimaced to keep her hooves over the soft neck. And the mare who was on the edge between life and death, how she struggled to break free. But the bitter truth was how much she enjoyed it. Bon Bon felt the mare's pleasure, the building climax, all the pain, and how much fear she experienced.

A tear fell to the hard floor, proving what disturbance that currently tormented this poor pony's mind. Her breathing had changed into arouse together with the perspiration gradually becoming heat. It was a world of mental pain, and the only escape was to just reach down with a foreleg, pressing the pad over her soaked and warm slit. “Uuhhh.... no.... L-lyra.... Lyra....” she whispered as her eyes shut and her hoof started to rub her sweet spot intensively. All hopes surrounded this imaginative picture of the lime green unicorn. Bon Bon imagined how it'd be. If Lyra had her pressed to the ground, evilly glaring at her while hitting her in the muzzle. A stain of blood escaping her mouth, a strong hoof hitting her ribs and another hoof abusing her pearl.

“Nnnnhhh.... c-come on!” she spoke out with an annoyed and desperate tone. It was pleasing to imagine this fictional scene, but suddenly it wasn't that fun anymore. That was usually her image to masturbate to, but just like the difference between pleasing yourself and having another one doing it for you, there was a whole universe of difference. A spark in the form of a good beating was needed for her climax to even reach its first step. But now... she couldn't understand until the very reason to her current problem became clear again.

Still in the dark, but now with a sudden transformation to the lime green unicorn. Her horn disappeared, the colors shifted into gray, the mane and tail shifted in colors too and even in style. “Ughh!” Bon Bon cringed and worked her precious button even harder. Her imagination had outdid itself this time, actually summoning up the imagination of her being touched by the very pony she knew was Vinyl's. Her tongue stuck out, her eyelids tensed, her hoof didn't grow tired, and whatever she tried to come up with it didn't stop the quickly growing orgasm inside her body.

The purple eyes looked down at her dying face, embracing the event with a smile. There was no use struggling, she wanted it too much. All randy thoughts inside her head multiplied. “Ah... aahh! Hahhh!! Hahhh! AAAAHHHHH!!!” the earth pony moaned out using her loudest voice, totally ignoring and not even suspecting the idea of her neighbors hearing this.

The female fluids from between Bon Bon's hindlegs stained the floor and her body never seemed to stop shaking. Like the dirty mare she just had degraded herself into, she bit her lower lip. There were lots and lots of anguish, sorrow and terror. All of it devoured her ability to notice the door opening into her hotel room. Nothing came even close to her awareness, everything was below the radar, prohibiting her to hear anything but the deep echoes. Not even the muffled steps on the floor reminding her of a heartbeat could penetrate the walls of shrieking noises inside her poor head.

The few things she could recall before closing her eyes and fainting was that recognizable voice screaming and crying. And those soft, gentle hooves holding her head up to the fading light from the blurry ceiling. After that, staying awake was a felony against what her brain demanded, condemning her to a deep sleep...

In another location on the same floor, room 120, Octavia was still sitting in the bed like she had been pushed away. Her forelegs didn't grow tired from leaning on the soft underlay while supporting her body weight, but her brain sure didn't find any comfort wherever she looked for it. Time didn't matter, nor did anything else but that unbelievable memory printed on the inside of her eyelids.

She glanced down and saw the light gray dildo on the sheets, telling her that somepony very close to her was dependent on this fine tool of pleasure. Was it because her lover liked violence? Or perhaps just because she enjoyed other ways of stimulation? Whatever it was for, the mere sight of this plastic toy didn't ease Octavia's mind at all. Her eyes narrowed in disgust as she sat up properly and reached for the dildo with her fore hoof. Now she was back to square one again, sitting all alone while watching an inanimate object in silence.

Thoughts such as if this was meant to happen just so she would get the opportunity for some... private business... just like Bon Bon first mistook her for doing. It wasn't too far away from tempting since it possibly could give her an insight on how it felt...

But the previous interruption came back.

After a quick knock on the door, Octavia widened her eyes just before her new visitor came inside the room. Only this time it was no visitor.

In the doorway she stood still, the white unicorn who had decided to come back after just a short break. She was slightly invigorated after her meal and talk with Lyra, but there was no guarantee it was everything she needed for this uncomfortable scene. However, she already knew what the first line was going to be, now when she had the earth pony's attention glued to her. “Hi, Octy...” she said without any regrets of using Octavia's nickname.

But the mentioned pony felt a nail in her heart twisting when that empty muzzle said those two words. She could have likewise been asked a question about dubstep music, she would never know what to answer. Instead she let Vinyl walk inside after closing the door behind her, perhaps it was the only choice, another joke played by destiny just for its own entertainment. Octavia kept her eyes on her lover as she casually walked up to the bed. And no matter how hard she tried, there was no room in her head for ideas in how to break the ice.

As a matter of fact, she felt surprised to see Vinyl again after what happened in the shower just an hour or so ago. She could still see the wet coat, the terrified eyes without the protective shades, the bite mark on her neck, and especially the panting after almost dying. Still, Vinyl was dry, her eyes calm, and her breathing returned to normal. But the light gray cellist couldn't see this, she only saw the past picture.

Vinyl had already noticed that Octavia held her favorite toy, but it was definitively the last on her list of concern. So now she was waiting next to the bedside for the other mare to say something, it was after all her turn to continue this. And luckily, the wait was over.

“Er.... V-vinyl?” Octavia started but hesitated before doing what she was supposed to do, letting the seemingly oblivious unicorn keep staring at her. When a quick glance fell on the dildo in her hooves, she felt ready to go on. “I... don't... knov vhat... to say....”.

A feeling resembling with sadness and regret took over the cellist's mind. The tremor in her stomach turned around to shake up all emotions she didn't knew were there. An approaching breakdown swelled up, rending her useless to continue. Vinyl saw it, thus tilted her head sideways and frowned, understanding what needed to be done now. “Octy...” she said again and climbed up in the bed. She crept up and sat down in front of the saddened pony, reaching out with her forelegs to touch the soft coat on Octavia's cheeks. She brought up the teary face, beholding what she actually hoped to see while riding the elevator up here. It was a relief to see the wet, purple eyes.

“I'm... I'm... so sorry...” the light gray mare uttered as she met the scarlet pools in Vinyl's eyes. She didn't know what forgiveness would give her, but it was the only thing she thought could help right now. Her naked forehead met the white lips and received a kiss to ease the pain. Then the two different set of eyes met again, just a few inches away before connecting the snouts. “It's okay, Octy. It's okay...” the DJ responded with a smile. But those words didn't ease any pain at all.

“Hov... hov can you say so? It's not okay at all, Vinyl! I lost control and almost lost you, then I...!” she tried to counter until she felt Vinyl's pad on her lips, silencing the noises. “I know, sweetie. But it's alright, I'm telling you. I understand and I'm glad to see you're so sad about it. It warms my heart knowing you understand what went wrong...”.

Vinyl's cool and balanced side showed up, taking over this performance in how to forgive ponies with a rash intro. It might have gone a little out of hoof, however. Because Octavia still didn't believe those words. She sniveled but failed to hold back the single tear falling down over her gray cheek “Vinyl.... you almost... d-died. Aren't you... mad at me? Aren't you... you going to leave me?” she asked, unaware if she just wanted confirmation or argue to break up.

Whatever it was, the unicorn snorted and widened her smile, gently pressing her snout to Octavia's. “My, oh my, Octy. You sure are a silly pony” she whispered before a fitting giggle. “I'd never let you go. Not even if you actually killed me. I'd always be there, haunting you with my ghost and trying to make out with you in your sleep. I just love you too much...”.

The cellist cringed her body, shivering just to hear that possible outcome of not having Vinyl by her side. An order was given from her brain, saying the only thing she even wanted to imagine right now. Gritting teeth and frowning eyebrows dressed Octavia's face. “Oh, Vinyl!!” her desperate voice virtually yelled out as her forelegs dropped the sex toy and quickly caught the white mare in a loving embrace instead. The mentioned unicorn returned the hug, tightening her forelegs around the warm body she loved so much. Their muzzles rested on each others shoulders, keeping this moment alive for as long as possible. “Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu*...” Octavia whispered in her native language due to the variety of emotions crashing. However, Vinyl knew that the last word meant 'love', so she could only smile.

There were tears, sobs and regrets from the earth pony's side, but understanding, joy and forgiveness from the unicorn's, evening it out so both could find peace in each others embrace. Vinyl felt every jerk from her lover. It was what she wanted to feel right now. But she couldn't deny that there was more beyond those noble and kind thoughts. And as she backed her head to see Octavia's teary face again, she smiled and leaned closer to it.

Being the initiative one, Vinyl could rejoice when the hot lips she sought pouted to greet her...

Bon Bon's imagination wasn't her friend right now when it came to dreaming. It had sent up hallucinations meant to torture her with the images of her and Octavia doing forbidden things. There were acts and behavior she'd promised to only share with Lyra and nopony else. She moaned in ecstasy, pleasing herself for every second of lovemaking the other earth pony gave her through physical punishment and stimulation. All resistance met its maker, ending up as futile attempts to wake up and escape this horrible scene. The dream had her in chains connected to every leg, forcing her body to stand still and behold what she feared the most.

But just when the realization almost struck by to tell her a hidden truth she already knew of, a weak glimmer before her eyes exploded into a covering blanket of white. And then, she opened her eyes in a flash.

The dream was over, leaving Bon Bon free to walk away from her sanctuary of made-up realities and see the bitter image of a so much more real world. She was in the four poster bed, covered up to the neck by the huge blanket she had shared every night with Lyra during their mutual stay at the hotel. But speaking of unicorns, Bon Bon thought and glanced her tensed eyes all over the room. She couldn't find nor hear her, this fact had a good effect in unnerving her.

“Ly... Lyra?” she managed to utter while turning her head around to see more clearly. Her fore hooves appeared from the blanket and pushed it away, revealing her warm and almost sweaty body. But as she tried to find might in sitting up, a brief pause was needed. The pounding of blood racing up to her head became a good reason for her to wait and listen, perhaps Lyra would respond while she fought the dizziness. For some reason, Bon Bon almost regretted calling for her lover in the next moment.

“BON BON!! YOU'RE AWAKE!!” the lime green unicorn screamed out as she jumped up from the bedside, scaring the living hay out of Bon Bon who fell straight down into the bed again. And just when she grit her teeth and almost asked what the problem was, she noticed something that stopped every little complaint in her currently confused head.

Lyra's frowning eyes were bloodshot and wide-open, fitting her extraordinary wide grin revealing all the teeth in her mouth seeming to get crushed any moment due to a brutal gritting. Beneath the saddened eyes were red flushes, revealing she had been crying a lot during the past moment. Her legs trembled constantly and it looked like her horn tried to channel magic even though nothing happened after every weak glimmer from it. Bon Bon suddenly widened her own eyes in shock, understanding her lover was in a complete state of total desperation and possibly even madness. She slowly cocked an eyebrow at the unicorn leaning on the bed and opened her mouth. “Uh... L-Lyra? Is.... everything alright?”.

The mentioned mare twitched an eye and lowered her grin into an equally wide smile. “OF COURSE! EVERYTHING IS...” she yelled at the top of her lungs until Bon Bon, who still laid down in the bed without the blanket over her, waved a fore hoof signing that everypony in this room should lower the volume. Lyra flashed as the hint reached the logical part of her brain. She covered her mouth with a fore hoof but still spoke using exclamations. “Oh.... sorry, sweetie! I was just so worried for you after....” she paused for a good five seconds while rolling her bloodshot eyes.

“Well, I was just worried, okay? It's okay for me to be worried, right? Right?” she repeated and gesticulated in all ways possible using her hooves and muzzle to show all the inner emotions flipping around. Her horn kept glimmering on and off in uneven paces as she returned to stare at Bon Bon.

But the earth pony just looked back, trying to understand what was going on. She touched her fore hooves and scanned the lime green body standing on the floor, but there didn't seem to be any problems with it at all. “Uh.... I just...” she mumbled and glanced away. But at that moment, Lyra grinned so hard it hurt her facial muscles as she slowly leaned over the cream pony's head resting on a pillow. Her snout was just an inch away, close enough to cover all light landing on Bon Bon's muzzle.

“Right...?” she repeated with her usual calm voice. Her eyes had an ability to pierce straight through a pony's soul, creating an ice cold path digging deep inside the earth pony's mental comfort. She stared back, tainted with fear as Lyra's look gave her a new thing to have nightmares about. The enormous white covered with hundreds of red strains reaching towards the tangelo orange eyes caused an hypnotic effect, like a gem in the midst of an ocean streamed with blood. Was it anger? Bon Bon had no idea.

Her cream lips shivered as she opened them. “S-sure”.

Lyra flew away from the bedside and stood right next to it again . “HOW GOO... oh, sorry. Hee hee, I mean.... how good, sweetie! That's right, but there is no need to worry, right? I mean, it was nothing serious, right? Everything's going to be alright, right? Right?” she kept going and seemed to get more and more ready to cry. There was an extreme hunger for attention in Lyra's eyes, radiating strong waves of fear at her lover.

Bon Bon felt nervous, this was certainly out of Lyra's normal ways and only managed to cause more stir in this situation. She suddenly remembered what brought her to faint, and for some reason, she thought that was the exact detail the unicorn had found out about. Bon Bon kept looking at her scary lover and sat up again in the bed. “It's.... of course it's... alright, Lyra. Did... er, something happen... to you while you were gone?” she asked and stroke her right foreleg with the other one.

That question brought an explosive flare to the mentioned mare's already cooked up mind. “No, no, no, no, no! Everything is fine, everything is just fine. No need to get serious, we're all fine...” she responded while extending her right foreleg to touch Bon Bon's cheek. “... right?” her voice sounded even more ready to burst.

There was no way the earth pony could think about that matter anymore, Lyra was seriously freaking her out and behaved like she belonged on a mental institute. Thus, she returned the crazed, bloodshot look by furrowing her eyebrows. It wasn't that easy holding up such a disguise since she actually felt more nervous than ever. “Lyra. You're scaring me” she stated and put a fore hoof over the one touching her cheek.

It was at that moment Bon Bon realized that Lyra resisted so much she couldn't move the hoof...

The lime green pony frowned even harder, turning the insane grin on her lips upside-down. “What?! I am?! No, I'm so sorry, baby! Please, don't be mad at me! Please!” she begged in a loud tone and extended her other fore hoof to touch the other cream cheek.

Bon Bon didn't find even the slightest arouse from this, it was scary in a different way than getting physically abused. And since she wanted to see the end of this, she brought up her other hoof too and blocked the green one almost reaching for her face.

“Stop it, Lyra! You're seriously freaking me out!” she exclaimed and used her most serious facial expression, fighting the two trembling hooves with her own.

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please, please forgive me!” the other pony continued to plead as tears broke out from her eyes. Without knowing it, she also added more pressure in her forelegs.

“I'll do it as... soon as... you.... let go of me!” Bon Bon said between tensing her muscles to struggle back. Sadly, those words were not good to use right now. Lyra froze for a second, locking her eyes on the female equine she stood and struggled with. In a flash faster than lightning, an image shot past the unicorn's mind. Then, a syringe of total craze pumped her full of anguish, fear, sorrow and other emotions she never wanted to know of. The drug was a combination of panic and hyperarousal.

“NOOOOO!!!” her mad voice screamed out like she fell down a cliff. The sudden volume shocked Bon Bon and loosened her muscles enough to let Lyra get the upper hoof. In a strong jump, the unicorn flew into the earth pony's embrace after knocking her down and hugged her with every single piece of strength inside her body. “I'll never let you go!! Never!! Please don't leave me! Ple-he-hease!!” her rant proceeded as she virtually crushed Bon Bon in her grip around the cream waste.

Bon Bon almost wished for the previous nightmare to continue in place of this, because she was actually about to cry from fear and struggle like Lyra tried to murder her for real. “Lyra, stop it! Let go of me!” she called out again and pressed down her hooves on the lime green shoulders with all her might.

“NO!! Never! I'll never let you leave me!” the utterly mortified mare yelled back with her cheek pressed to Bon Bon's stomach. “I'm not.... hnnngg... going... to leave you! Just... let me go.... before you.... crush me, Lyra!!” the cream pony explained as she felt the pressure squeezing her inner organs below the ribs. But nothing she had in plan for verbal diplomacy worked at all on her lover.

“No, no, NO!! Don't lie to me, Bon Bon! I'm so-ho-ho-horryyy...”.

Feeling that this had seriously gone out of any mortal pony's control, the addressed mare finally grit her teeth and concentrated all boiling thoughts in one limb. The rage enhanced her right foreleg's muscles and raised as high up as it could.

“SNAP OUT OF IT!!!” she roared and delivered a punch from her hoof straight into the back of Lyra's head. The hard impact to the harder head covered by a soft mane caused a shock inside the receiver's mind, breaking all focus and connection to the body for a mere second. That single second was all needed for Lyra to fall off the bed with a twisted grimace showing the merciless punch to her cranium.

While still in mid-air, the tension reached it's limit and exploded, summoning hot air and swelling emotions which combusted all the way into Lyra's eyes. Her pupils widened into large black holes, opening up a rift into her memories just a blink before the inevitable downfall...

10 years earlier, Fillydelphia, Lyra's family's apartment.

“But moooommyyy! You know I hate broccoli...” the tiny little lime green blank-flank known as Lyra complained from the dining table next to the window, frowning and carefully hitting her fore knees around the plate with its disappointing leftovers.

She glanced on the elder mare turning away from the half-empty fridge with half-quality groceries. However, Lyra's mother found no way to show sad expressions as she walked back to take a seat around the table in front of her foal. “Now there, sweetie. You know it's healthy for you. How are you going to find your special talent if you're not full and strong? Hmm?” the pale chocolate brown earth pony asked while dragging a fore hoof over her dark green, curly mane reaching down to her shoulders. The giggle she let out afterward didn't bring much more convincing arguments to Lyra, however.

The little filly snorted and glared at her mother, doing her best finding smart arguments to counter with. “But Vinyl never eats broccoli, and she already found her special talent!” her choice of words ended up as. But being in such a young age, Lyra was about to learn a fact all foals hated: that parents are always right.

Using her sneakiest counter-glare, the unicorn mare known as Minty Heart with the cutie mark of a clarinet on her flank, leaned forward over the dining table. “But deary...... all ponies are unique. Have you ever seen two or more ponies that looks exactly the same? Perhaps Vinyl don't need broccoli, perhaps she just needed something else...” she explained and gesticulated with a fore hoof to let Lyra come up with a suggestion. “Like.... corn?” the foal answered reluctantly and rolled her eyes.

“Yes! And corn is good for you! So you can bet that your friend Vinyl received a~all her strength to find her special talent by eating lots and lots of corn. And those things runs in the family, you know. I ate broccoli, your grandmother ate broccoli, just like her grandmother before that, etcetera, etcetera...”.

Lyra furrowed her eyebrows, hating her mom for always coming with better reasons. Her surrendering sigh could be heard in the entire apartment as a weak shimmer of magic surrounded the two pieces of broccoli. Her mouth opened and finally devoured its treat. A couple of disgusted chews, a loud gulp, then a wide-open mouth to show it had been done. Minty Heart smiled in satisfaction and got up from her chair, happily trotting around the table so she could embrace her precious little daughter. “That's a good filly! Who's a good little filly? Huh? Who's a good filly?” she said using a gleeful tone to embarrass Lyra while gently rocking her in the warm hug. This was not appreciated at all from the blushing filly.

“Mommy! Stop it!” she said in full vain, only triggering her loving mother to tickle her sides. “Ahhh! Hee hee hee-nooo!! Mo-ho-ho-mmyyy... hee hee hee!!” her laughter collided with the complaints, fully ignored by the mother who just enjoyed hearing Lyra's cute voice.

Minty Heart finally stopped and simply embraced her giggling foal, enjoying the moment by looking out through the window into the clear blue sky. It was lunch time, and soon a special pony would knock on the door, asking if Lyra could come out to play. Just any moment....

And there it was, tiny but clear knocks from the lower part of the door out in the hallway. Lyra turned her head, changing the glad smile into a happy grin as she gasped. Without any resistance from her mother, the foal broke free from the hearty embrace and jumped down to the floor so her cute little short legs could run away to greet her expected visitor. And in an instance as the door opened, Minty heard the two little fillies' joyful cheers. In the next second, Lyra ran back to the kitchen, grinning at her mother like it was heart's warming day. After a single wave of good-bye from the smiling mare, Lyra charged away to her little white friend with the blue streamed mane and tail.
Vinyl had a banana levitating right next to her muzzle. She took a bite every now and then, slowly devouring the tasty fruit until only the yellow skin was left. She swallowed the last bite and let the leftovers float behind her instead in the little magic coat.

Both fillies kept grinning, having a time of their lives just by seeing each other again. And right when Lyra closed the door behind her and prepared to walk out in the fresh and open air to the metal staircase down to the playground, a new pony walked up the last steps of the cold metal. A unicorn stallion with a very pale light green coat and light brown mane walked past the little fillies, mumbling something incoherent while carrying the most annoyed expression a young pony could imagine.

“Hi, daddy!” Lyra exclaimed to the grown unicorn, still smiling together with her friend and awaiting a response. Sadly, the male pony known as Jazz String, who carried a fitting cutie mark of a saxophone tuning a note, completely ignored his daughter's greeting and opened the apartment door Lyra just shut. After a loud slam proving his angry temperament, the little girls were alone again.

Vinyl cocked an eyebrows above her wide shades. “Is your dad angry?” she asked and started walking towards the staircase. Lyra hesitated for a short moment, but then answered anyways since she knew her secrets were safe with this little unicorn. “Daddy has been very angry for a few weeks because he hasn't found any job. You know, that thing adult ponies do instead of school...” she said as they walked down the spiral staircase from the second floor.

Vinyl threw away the skid before taking the first step down the stairs, unaware of where it landed.

“You mean sex?” she then asked back casually and turned her head to Lyra. A curious grimace dressed the lime green muzzle as she heard that odd word that almost sounded like six. “What?”.

The little white unicorn shook her head. “Nah, I don't know what that is either. Sounds weird, but my mom said she and dad does it everyday. Sometimes even twice....” she continued and looked up at the steps they already had walked past. “I don't think it's the same thing, Vinyl....” the other filly said, convinced that her dad never went to any job more then once a day if he had any at all. “Meh, whatever...” Vinyl shrugged and jumped down the last step to land on the hard asphalt. “Let's go play at our usual place now!” she then ended and ran away down the craggy underlay to the playground. Lyra gasped in excitement, knowing exactly what that meant. Her legs charged with energy as she ran after her best friend...

After a mere moment of running past several doors and other apartment buildings in their area, the girls had reached their destination. A small field in the middle of the surrounding apartment block with swings, climbing frames, big tubes and seesaws revealed itself. There were already a few other foals there running around and giggling, but none of them observed the little addition who sneaked inside the lying red tube.

“Do you think they saw us?” Lyra asked as she sat down. The acoustic twisted around the echoes from her voice, just like with Vinyl's. “I don't think so, but forget about them...” the other and more confident unicorn filly answered and got down on her hind knees, spreading them so she could sit in Lyra's lap and lay her fore hooves on the lime green shoulder. Their warm tummies met each other as a short moment of silence staid between the fillies. “Your glasses...” Lyra pointed out and reached to take them off. Vinyl bit her lower lip, blushing incredibly and tensing her facial muscles when the purple shades were removed from her beautifully scarlet eyes.

Lyra giggled as she laid aside the shades. “Why is it always a big deal for you to take those off?” she then asked and embraced the white waist with her forelegs. Vinyl glanced away, doing her best to hide the truth while still answering the question in some silly way. “B-because... you're the only.... pony who I... allow to do that...” the white unicorn uttered in embarrassment even though she didn't really knew why it was like that. Lyra didn't really understand what she meant by that, but she had a good guess. The smile widened, giving birth to a spark in the orange-shaded eyes. “Isn't it because I'm your best friend?”.

Vinyl glanced back, blinking a few times and licking her lips while thinking. The crimson was still on her cheeks when she responded. “I... guess... what else could it be?”.

Lyra shrugged, still smiling from her heart. “Well... you're my best friend too, and I know that ponies thinks your eyes are weird...” she stated to Vinyl's slight displease. She didn't want to remember all the mean ponies bullying her for her rare eye color. That was the sole reason for why she started using her mother's old party shades...

“But I love your eyes! They are so cool with that blood-like color, I wish I had that color too” the lime green filly ensured her friend, truly beholding in amusement the scarlet pools.

Vinyl couldn't hold back her joy over hearing that. Thus, the grip she had on Lyra's shoulder tightened just enough for her to come closer with the pouting lips. The lime green ones made the same shape, joining her friend when the sweet connection took their senses away. “Mmmhhh...” Lyra groaned directly, always having problem keeping her volume down whenever they did this. Vinyl was a little better keeping it silent, even if she surely was much more affected by this than her friend.

They both remembered that day when Vinyl came and told about something she wanted to test. It was something her parents always did, and she wanted to know what was up with it. Ever since that day, the little cute duo sneaked inside one of the playground's tubes every now and then to smooch, engulfing their young hearts in flames of will and satisfaction. Their hooves wandered around, moving kindly over their bodies while pecking lips, up to the shoulder, down to the waist, and sometimes even down to the thighs. They didn't know why, but some voice they both heard inside their heads always said it was good to do so. However, the kissing was without doubt the best, something they gladly spent several hours doing sometimes. And if they felt adventurous, they could even open their mouths to enhance the feeling. Sadly, those little fillies never handled more then a few seconds of the extreme electricity grasping their lips when doing that. And touching each others tongues felt a little weird when they thought about it.

But no matter what, they always sat there. Vinyl in Lyra's lap, or over her entire body, Lyra leaning against a wall or anything else that involved Vinyl being on top. She felt secure, knowing there was no danger especially with this certain pony.

As they both sunk into the sweet deepness of enjoying a warm set of lips, a colt and a another filly peeped from one of the tube's ends, disgustingly arching their eyebrows when they saw what their parents said only males and females do. They had even been telling them what they saw, an easy way for the word to get spread...

A few hours had passed, Lyra and Vinyl were both exhausted in their jaws and lips. They had been cuddling, caressing and smooching with only a few brief pauses to catch air when their bodies overheated. And as Lyra crawled out, she could see her best friend with her shades on again, holding up a smile even though the facial muscles didn't want to cooperate. The moment when they both just stared at each other again returned, locking them in a silence yet again. That until Vinyl broke it.

The setting sun had colored the sky red and orange, tainting its pure ocean of blue just to create the last push Vinyl needed to say what she had been working on for a while. As the sun's fading rays landed on her muzzle, the shades made a colorful reflection giving Lyra a nice view while she heard the other pony's words.

“I love you, Lyra...”.

The mentioned unicorn giggled.

“I love you too, Vinyl! Best friends forever, right?”.

Vinyl cocked her smile, glancing down at the grass with a suddenly smug smirk. “Yeah... forever” she mumbled before meeting her friend's eyes again. Lyra looked at the beautiful source of light about to hide behind the horizon, understanding it was time to go home now. “Well, See you tomorrow, Vinyl. Today was really great!” she stated and got up on her hindlegs to hug her friend.

Because she was in a confused state of mind, Vinyl only answered with a weak hug as she stood up on her hindlegs too. After they finally parted and walked away in different directions, the white foal turned around to see Lyra walking away without any thought of doing the same. She hung her head, repeating the same question in her head over and over again as she kept walking alone.

“Why doesn't it feel okay calling her my best friend anymore...?”.

Back at Lyra's part of the neighborhood, the little lime green unicorn happily trotted up the spiral staircase with her smile turned on ever since she left the playground. She loved to recall every moment of the sweet stimulation, remembering when her muzzle met another muzzle, nicely pecking each other to grant the ability of looking back at it. The smile didn't disappear, not until she reached her door and heard something not too unusual.

Behind the wooden door to her apartment, she could hear two very familiar voices raising their volumes against each other. In a magical snap, the happily curved lips turned upside down. There had been several times before when she heard them screaming at each other, often fighting about her. Even this time she could hear her name being mentioned for reasons she never understood.

It was during moments like this Lyra wondered if her parents would be happier without her....

But after pressing her ear to the door, she could confirm exactly what they had to raise their voices over. However, this time it proved to be something highly unexpected. First she head her father speaking.

“.... just too bucking perfect!? I've failed my fifth job interview just this month, and when I come back and expect some peace and quiet, our neighbors says their kids have seen our bucking daughter make out with another filly!”.

“Jazz for goodness sake, you're overacting!”

“Overacting..... OVERREACTING?! Are you telling me you're proud that our foal likes to lick marehoods?!”

“No, I'm glad she's found somepony she likes and who we can trust!”

“Trust? AHA HA HA HA!!! You mean that little offspring from a crack house? Her bucking parents are just a hoof step away from OD! That Vinyl Scratch is just a mistake, and everypony knows it, which makes all this just bucking worse!”

“Don't you insult her best friend like that! Vinyl is a wonderful littl...”

A violent thud could be heard from inside, causing Lyra to jump in fright as the argue continued.

“So you're on the bucking drug-foal's side? And you appreciate Lyra is a bucking clit-eater? If you let your bucking mouth go off like that against me again, I'll rip your head off and then skull-fuck it! You get it?!! Huh? You bucking bitch?!”

Another violent thud after a short grunt from Minty Heart. Lyra had learned that whenever she heard those sounds, mommy always had a black eye or a couple of bruises afterward. She cringed, knowing she wasn't supposed to go inside when they argued this harshly.

The male pony known as Jazz Strings wasn't always like this, but after months of unemployment leading to his family living on the breadline, his patience and ability to contain himself had been way more then chipped. Not much remained of the stallion Minty Heart once married, and his brutal behavior was just the icing on this reckless cake.

“I've had enough of all these setbacks! I'll go to that bucking drug den and beat the crap out of that bucking Vinyl. It'll teach her to bring her disease to our family, and her own parents won't see a bucking difference if I break her snout and knock out a teeth or two. Bucking meth-muzzles...”

A knife turned around to snap off every artery and vein connected to Lyra's heart. All fears met each other and screamed out at the same time when she imagined what was going to happen to her best friend. So even if her mother had taught her to never walk in when they fought, she jumped up and turned the knob on the door. “Nooo!! Don't hurt Vinyl!”.

Just when the bravery in Lyra's soul was as strongest, she felt it crawl back into nothing when the scene she never had seen before finally showed its colors to her. With wide and terrified eyes, she saw her father just a hoofstep away from the door and her mother crying in the other end of the hallway. There was blood on the floor, the furniture were tossed around, and what especially brought the chill to her spine was the mare sitting down and drying some blood from her mouth.

She was a total mess, swollen eyes, bruises all over the body, roughed mane and a heavy panting to finish of the dried tears from her eyes. This was Lyra's mother when she didn't look. The reality hidden just an inch from her snout all the time. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't kind, and it was definitely not there to sooth her mind. That was something the angered stallion in front of Lyra wanted to make sure never to be forgotten. “Well, what do we have here, Minty Heart...?” the father said and instantly cast a magic shroud from his horn around Lyra. He then dragged her inside the home she couldn't see anymore. All the happy memories disappeared, replaced with what her dad was about to feed her with.

It was a taste of reality.

Jazz String opened the door to his bedroom, then mercilessly threw Lyra on the floor before going back to get the other participant in his plan. Lyra had time to shake her bruised head and check the dark room. All windows were covered by curtains, only letting a very weak amount of light to come inside. The bed was rather wide, meant for let at least two ponies to sleep without lack of space. However, the messy blanket made the entire scene harder to melt, especially when she felt the uncomfortable smell of perspiration filled in the small room. The walls were almost impossible to see, like there were no walls, just an eternity of darkness waiting to consume this poor foal.

“No, Jazz! What are you doing?!” Lyra's mother yelled as she was dragged inside with magic too, only instead she was thrown to the bed. Being an earth pony, she was completely chanceless against the male unicorn who knew how to lift things less heavy than himself. His snicker left a defiled echo inside Lyra's head, a sound she'd never forget. “Don't worry, my love.... I just came up with a better idea....”.

His mean eyes glanced at his wife still lying in bed. “Now get up and bend over, sweetie...” he hissed as his eyes glared.

The pale brown mare widened her eyes in shock and extreme disbelief. Hardly a stutter could leave at first when she glanced at Lyra and then back to the male. “W-what? Are... a-are you insane, Jazz?” she asked, only to bring out more anger from her extremely frustrated husband. The mentioned stallion looked down at Lyra, focusing his horn around her neck. An ethereal collar took shape, causing the mother's heart to break.

“Get up.... and bend over... or you know what happens....” the male said for the last time, fully prepared to minimize that collar if needed.

Minty Heart, horrified to the marrow, felt her lips starting to tremble. Fear grasped her heart and thus forced her to slowly stand up. She sobbed, finally understanding what pony-hell she was in. Once she stood up, her husband jumped up in the bed too, throwing a sharp glance at his daughter before going to business. “Watch, Lyra. Watch how it's SUPPOSED to be done. And if you close your eyes or look away, I'll hunt down your little fillyfriend Vinyl.... and kill her” he stated very clearly and turned to his victim.

Lyra didn't understand, but she didn't even dare blink after hearing that. Her entire fantasy of a functional family had been turned into dust, proving all the naive thoughts she hardly knew the name of. But the threat sure reached her hearing, and left yet another scar in her innocent mind. She just sat there pressed to the wall, staring with a half-open mouth at what was going to be a show she never wanted to know of. Minty lowered her forelegs, bending over to ready herself for the unwanted mating. She knew it only required one word to make this into a more living nightmare than it already was, so shutting up was her main priority.

As the husband mounted his wife, he clenched his forelegs over her hips, forcing a quake from her tensed body. “Now... just watch, Lyra.....” he said while his damaged mind made up images of erotic sensations from previous encounters. In a matter of just seconds, his erection had grown up to its full size, pointing at the dry slit that was his wife's. “... and learn what sex you're supposed to take inside”. A load of spit fell from his mouth straight at his hard cock, serving as lubrication since his mate never would agree to this. A quick hoof to smear the saliva all over his pride, and then it was just a matter of brute force.

Lyra's mom grit her teeth as the first thrust almost broke past her labia. But when he kept the head of his shaft where it was and then pushed again, there was no such thing as holding back the noise. “Ah! Ahh.... AAHHH!!!” she screamed as the pain sought out her nervous system. A whole world of anguish, sorrow and suffering fused together to form another assailant from the unforgiving realm: humiliation. Like a cloak of the cold emotion, Minty felt the tears fall from her eyes, soaking the bed she wanted to remember as a peaceful place. But now it had been tainted, defiled to every last cloth with this act of forced love.

Lyra's father grinned, already feeling the sweet stimulation moving from his hard cock to his brain. “Oh, yeah! You know I love when you're tight!” he stated while pressing past his wife's inner walls. They separated slowly since the source of lubrication quickly dried out. However, the already soaked part of the mare's hole was in reach, easing the ache raping her mind. “Ghh... hnng.... uhhh...” she accidentally grunted, something her husband didn't agree to.

A hard slap from his left fore hoof on the beautiful hair to hit the head covered by it, that was all needed to shut her up again. She hardly felt the weak physical pain on the back of her head, the other, more spread one together with her mental scars trembled so much worse than an earthquake.

From the distance where you could see the hard stallionhood slipping out from the tortured flower, Lyra's eyes were wet and terrified. They recorded everything she saw and melded it into her permanent memories, storing them down for good in a place where they never would disappear due to her weak and naive mind. Seeing her mother scream, her father moan, the never ending pain and eternal horror flashing by her innocent eyes. The very sight of the pale brown body moving back and forth, obviously against her will, scared the little foal so hard it tried to break free from her mouth. But she knew the consequences of that too well.

So instead, she just sat there, shivering in silence with tears while the elder stallion in her eye reflection forced himself inside her mother. Minty Heart clenched her teeth to resist screaming again. “That's a good whorse, just take it and enjoy it!” she heard from her back, almost calming her when she thought it couldn't get worse.

“Now moan in pleasure...” Jazz suddenly added without warning. Minty widened her wet eyes, hesitating for a second. “I said moan, you stupid disgusting abusive bucking whorse!!” the overly dominant stallion repeated only to insult and degrade the mare he once held dear and sacred. His fore hoof reached out and grabbed her long mane, forcing back the fragile neck so harsh it hurt her more than expected. With her eyes aimed at the ceiling without any lamp, she narrowed her eyes before closing them fully.

“..... Ah.... aahhhh.... ohh...” she reluctantly groaned out in an unmistakeable tone, causing the light green male to stick his tongue out in excitement. “Yeah.... that's... hahh... more like it!” he said and rammed the erect piece inside his victim again. A rapid thrust began, sending pulsating emotions through both the physically involved ponies. The cock sliding past the labia, squeezing past all the resisting muscles on its way to the womb preventing any further journey inside the female equine body.

He felt all the vibrations, every little vein pumping around blood in the storm of fires grasping everything he wanted for the moment. The instinct just spoke to go further and further, not stopping for anything. Not even the poor eyes forced to witness this interrupted his perverted experience, it actually almost enhanced it. Pounding his wife without remorse and making the little one watch was a completely new thrill he never saw coming.

Gifted with this newfound knowledge, the stallion turned his head to look at his offspring. She was a good filly and kept watching her mother getting raped. He thought about it while thrusting faster into his moaning wife. This was Lyra's probably first experience in straight sex, seeing a couple inside her family, all alone and without ways to escape...

“Oh... buck!!” Jazz exclaimed and tensed his eyelids. His senses shot through his limits and released much earlier than his usual time in sexual activities. Unaware of exactly how much force he used, his pelvis rammed into the soft behind again to pierce the stuffed slit. Minty felt the leaking seed shooting inside her, leading one thing to another. “Aaahhhh.... yes! Oh yes, fill... me.....” her depraved and ruined voice uttered. That was her final drip of strength enabling any ability to act, now she was nothing but a true empty shell with tears soaking the bed.

Jazz panted in a still position, letting his male pride getting slack and lifeless so it in the end popped out from the destroyed hole. The mare fell onto her side and curled, released from any energy to continue after this nightmare. All she begged for now while sobbing silently was for the collar around Lyra's neck to disappear. So at least she didn't need to fear death...

The lime green filly gasped for air. Her brain did its best to prevent the entrance of any new memories, but the rate of success wasn't pleasing for anypony, especially not herself. A voice had instead taken things in its own hooves. The voice spoke several times to her, reminding her of better times when this didn't happen. Times when she could smile and laugh, knowing her parents were kind and nice to each other. A world of the naive, the world she begged for to come back and hold her gently. Thus, the voice took over the damaged foal and opened her lips.

“D.... daddy...” she said even though her throat was filled with tears.

Jazz String glanced at her, gritting his teeth in anger. “Who said you... could talk?” his cold voice responded, giving the poor girl her first and final warning. Yes, he intended to keep his promise of killing Vinyl if she even spoke or looked away. But the wet little tortured eyes now decorated a desperately wide smile on the lime green lips.

“I'm... s-sorry daddy. I'm sorry for.... being friends with.... V-v-vinyl” she continued to plead, living on the hope that if she just apologized and looked like everything was okay, everything would end.

But nothing calmed down. Instead she just threw more wood on the fire in her father's mind. “Oh, really? So you say?” he asked and glared looked daggers at her. She nodded violently.

An idea so vile it almost disgusted himself took shape in his mind. And for that abomination of a thought to come true, he planned on playing along for a little while. He broke the angry expression, going into the role of being a nice pony again while getting off the bed. His horn glimmered for a second so the ethereal collar on his daughter vanished. Lyra touched her soft neck, understanding it was gone and thus proving it was over. She looked up, meeting the smiling father she always wanted to remember.

“Okay, honey. You're forgiven...” he said and extended a fore hoof to pat her head. Those words were like a million of warm and fluffy pillows for Lyra's insecurity to land on, especially when she heard the next set of words from her father. “And you know what? I'll... get over to Vinyl's apartment and.... er, tell her I'm glad she's... your friend! Yes, your friend!”.

The words he used dripped venom like a snake and oozed of lies. In fact, they were so obvious that the almost fainting mare in the bed flashed her eyes wide-open. “Oh yes, daddy! Thank you, thank you!!” the small pony cheered out in joy, desperately believing everything she heard just to find an end to this nightmare. “Yes! And I'll get over there immediately...” he had time to explain until his daughter cut him off.

“Will.... will you leave then? Leave me and mommy alone? Forever?!” Lyra virtually screamed out, revealing her true hopes for the perfect outcome in her head. The panicked voice said it was the only thing needed for her and mommy to be happy and glad again, her biggest concern as a child right now.

The grown stallion narrowed his eyes in disgust at her. He fought fiercely to stop himself from choking Lyra right here and now. But.... the image of seeing her face when Vinyl lies died before her mortified eyes was way too satisfying for him to miss. Instead he tilted his head to the right. “Of course, honey! I will leave and never, ever come back! Sounds good, right?”. His most fake grin made up a sign of relief for Lyra. Now she certainly felt glad again.

Jazz turned to the door, glancing at his wife with a sinister grin. Minty shook her head, looking more scared and unable to believe than before. She said 'no' with her lips several times, pleading for him to stop. But the sadistic stallion had already put his mind at this satisfying task. Thus, he walked out of the bedroom and went out through the front door. “Well, then! Good-bye, family!” he yelled sarcastically so Lyra and Minty could hear. “Bye, daddy!” Lyra responded when the door finally closed.

The exalted, hyperaroused foal jumped up to her mother, smiling like a sun in the dark room. “Did you hear, mommy?! He's gone! Now he can't hurt you anymore! Right mommy?! Right?!” she exclaimed and leaned on her mother's flank, stroking her entire body at the warm coat and cutie mark.

Minty chewed both her lips in the frown to add her personal version of grief. She knew her husband was going to kill Vinyl, probably in front of Lyra too if she wouldn't attract too much attention. And the pain of seeing her beloved little child in such a fragile state didn't ease her pain at all. But feeling powerless and equally desperate to find comfort, she brought Lyra into a warm embrace, hugging her most precious pony tightly to protect her.

Suddenly, she heard a violent tumble from the outside. Like something crashing into every last step in the staircase...

Her eyes widened again as an ache pinched her heart. Something had happened, and it was something serious. In a swift and sudden move, she let go of her foal and rushed to the door. After throwing the wooden obstacle open and then turning her head left, the nail in her pumping muscle raced through her.

Down at the very last step of the spiral staircase, a pony lied lifeless in a slowly growing pool of blood from its neck. Several other ponies, frightened and horrified, stood on the asphalt around the staircase talking loudly. Apparently he slipped on a banana skid, sending him into a lethal travel down the metal steps. He was already dead before hitting his neck into the hard asphalt...

Minty lost her breath, unable to comprehend what just happened. Everything she heard was Lyra's tiny hooves running out and hollering. In pure reflex, the mother turned around and embraced her daughter, sparing her from the merciless truth lying in a bath of scarlet fluid.

“He's gone, mommy! He's gone! Right, mommy?” the lime green unicorn foal cheered, unaware of what happened to her father. She just kept living in the lie, enjoying its fake nature blessing her in all ways possible from the unfair truth.

Yes.... he's gone, Lyra....” the somewhat relieved mare said on her way back inside the apartment.

The next morning when Lyra woke up, she didn't remember what happened last day. All she knew was that daddy was gone and for some reason it.... felt alright.

The thud wasn't that violent, but hard enough to send the grown unicorn into a temporary state of blackout. Her body remained still on the clean floor of room 142. And as the fact of seeing an unconscious pony struck Bon Bon's head, she gasped in fear.

“Oh my gosh! Lyra, no!” she yelled, immediately hating herself for that correct hit into the mentioned pony's head. She jumped off the bed and then jumped again to reach her beloved pony. Seeing such innocence fall into an act of violence brought Bon Bon to the edge of sanity, knowing that she just had played the game of dominance and submission in exactly the wrong way.

She sat down and held Lyra's head in her forelegs, grunting due to the physical exert in her muscles. “Lyra! You're alright?! Please, wake up!” she yelled, wishing to Celestia that she hadn't brought death to her beloved mare.

Luckily, the knockout Lyra had suffered was very temporary. Once Bon Bon's words echoed in her head, the eyelids rolled up slowly to let her eyes embrace the light. The cream lips didn't dare smile just yet since the damages caused to this unicorn were still to be proven. But a reaction was in order. “Lyra! You okay? I-I'm sorry, but you really scared me there for a moment. I didn't mean to hurt you but.... you... just.... well...” she did her best to come up with an explanation for the violence. The reasons weren't half-bad but still resulted in something a tad excessive.

However, Lyra only heard the part about being scared, thus her reason for speaking. “Wh....what? Scared? Ugh.... what... are you talking about, Bon Bon?” she asked as her relaxed orange eyes landed on her lover. The earth pony froze for a second, confused and unable to understand what this behavior was supposed to mean. “Uh.... Lyra?” she asked again. “Yeah, sweetie?” Lyra responded, still a bit muddled after the hit to her head.

She didn't remember anything, that was something Bon Bon already could confirm. And perhaps it wasn't so odd, minding what state her mind must have been in. If she didn't misinterpret what just happened, Lyra had entered a hyperaroused panic, rendering her locked in a desperate search for security just to escape the truth. It was obviously also Lyra who screamed in terror when she saw her lying on the floor, probably believing something had happened when she was gone. But as clear as it seemed, Bon Bon couldn't directly understand what triggered this from Lyra. Was it a dead relative, a lost previous love or something worse? She could only guess without even being close to the truth.

But none the less, it was over, and that fact pleased Bon Bon to no end, bringing her to embrace Lyra in her cream forelegs. The unicorn didn't quite understand, but she was glad to feel her marefriend's warmth once again. She answered the hug, enjoying it to the fullest when she felt Bon Bon's soft mane tickling her snout.

“Everything's alright, honey” Lyra uttered, convinced it was true even though the other mare didn't quite agree to it...

Sitting around one of the unoccupied tables down in the restaurant, the yellow colt dressed in the standard white shirt and cap stretched his forelegs above his head. “Hnnnggg! Now that's what I call relaxing...”.

But just when he was about to get up and get his trolley, another male equine walked up to him, annoyed and disappointed. “Is this what you call work?” the warden dressed in an expensive tuxedo asked to the idle cleaner who jumped in fright. The colt got of the chair and turned his head around, noticing the dark orange stallion with a slicked back back, mahogany mane. “Geez, mister Hayworth. I'll be there in a second” the cleaner stated with a smug grin, playing it cool even though he just blew that mask just a second ago.

The warden snorted. “And for each extra second you take after that, I'll cut one bit from your salary. Now get back to work, we're out of toilet paper on the third floor, you can start with that” he ended and turned his position one hundred eighty degrees before trotting away fabulously to the bar.

“Stuck-up arrogant motherhumper” the cleaner mumbled while turning his way. In the next moment, he walked to the reception again, got his trolley and headed for the storage room to get the bag of toilet paper required for the work on the third floor. It certainly wasn't his favorite duty, actually only second to cleaning the toilets.

But being the colt who knows how to get in a happy mood again, he just chose another track from his memory to tune on. And this time he felt like taking a really sad one to remind himself how good he actually had it compared to some other ponies in Equestria. The wheels from his trolley squeaked in an even rhythm as he walked down the long hallway.

“You raped, I feel dirty. It hurt as a child. Tied down, 'That's a good boy'. And fuck your own child. I scream, no-one hears me. It hurt, I'm not a liar. My God, I saw you watchin'. Mommy, why?? Your own child...“.

To be continued...

Author's Note:
Russian translation
*Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu = I love you too

To cut it short, I hope you noticed what I did with the names of Lyra's parents, there's a reference to a porn site and also another reference to Disturbed (down with the sickness) in the flashback. And about the song “Daddy” by Korn.... I know it has several interpretations, but this song was stuck in my head while writing the nasty part. So don't start hating me if you think it's not fitting.

Well, guys. I got something important to announce to all of you who follows this story and Ponyville's Lusts:
You can see that my updates are getting more and more delayed. This is the second time it almost took two weeks to finish one frigging chapter. This is unacceptable, but still a fact since I got the following problems: stress and lack of inspiration

I know a whole bunch of you are waiting for my updates, and I'd hate to annoy you with irregular dates and stuff. I also don't wanna loose my will and interest to keep writing, but during those circumstances it just a question of time until it truly happens. The quality will crash, the story will loose its originality (or at least what's left of it) and then absolutely EVERYTHING will eff up totally.

So that's why Tears of Ecstasy and Ponyville's Lusts are taking a break for a month!

That's what I wanted to say. I will post a journal update on my DA and on fimfiction for all of you who wants to know a little more. The break is in order to give me time answering comments, reading other peoples' stories and keep working in full spirit after that. I'm NOT laying off the stories, I'd never do that. I'm just taking a temporary pause.

However, I can ease your pain (hah, pretentious bastard I am) by telling that during this break, I will work on a few one-shots in a kinda slow pace, so they won't be so long. This is to test different things and see if I still got the ability to vary in writing different genres. They will of course still contain erotic features (he he...) ^^

Brohoof on ya all! And see ya all in a month too!

DISCLAIMER: “Daddy” is made by Korn, I do NOT own this song. Please support the official band.