Tears of ecstasy

Previously: Vinyl escaped once again from Octavia together with Lyra, giving the cellist her time to decide about being unfaithful to her marefriend. Bon Bon obliges to the idea but soon changes her mind when the act becomes reality. Not a moment too late they both realize this is not what they want and settles down by telling each other their stories. After a tearful epiphany, the two mares looks for their respective lovers, only to find them both drunk... and having sex in Octavia's bed...

When the fat mare sing
Part 1

Reality could be painful, Octavia and Bon Bon had learned that a long time ago. And even if you're prepared for most of the trash being thrown at you, there are things you simply can't tolerate. One of those things was to see your most beloved pony tonguing another mare while stroking her marehood against hers.

The smooching noises from them both were only shout down by the unicorns' occasional grunts and muffled moans. It was at that moment Bon Bon felt her fire lighting up in an instant. A quick pulse of anger flowed through her body and thus incinerated all traces of calm in a huge firestorm. The image before her was bad enough as it was, but seeing Lyra paying absolutely no attention to her and going on like nothing...

“Lyra, what the buck?!!” she screamed in her state of absolute rage, running up to the bed where she saw the horrible crime burning into her memories forever.

Octavia watched dumbstruck as the cream earth pony violently punched Vinyl in the cheek. The unicorn fell off the bed without any further noises aside from the sound of her head hitting the floor, and in the meantime missed Bon Bon pulling down Lyra from the same bed. Lyra only yelped weakly due to the consumption of alcohol clouding her mind, this wasn't nearly as scary as usual. In a matter of seconds, Bon Bon had dragged her cheating lover out from the room by the tail between her teeth and left the other couple alone.

Octavia could hear the angry steps out in the corridor. Not that she actually focused on it, but you had to be deaf not hearing them. Instead she had decided to lock her eyes at the bed. She walked around and saw the downed unicorn touching the back of her head.

It ached really good inside Vinyl's hazed brain. The blurry clouds grew thicker, but she struggled to see who came closer to her. She glanced up from the laying position and saw the pony she actually tried to avoid from the very beginning.

“Oh... er, hi.... O-octy...” she said with a weak smirk, her only remaining power before feeling the heavy weight pressing her neck down. Her head hit the floor, and the last thing she saw was the light gray cellist's hooves coming towards her eyes...

Meanwhile in another room, 142 to be precise, the door to mentioned room shut in a loud slam behind the angered earth pony known as Bon Bon. Lyra hadn't struggled the slightest during her uncomfortable trip past the hallway. Sure, the rugged mat was not too painful, but being pulled by her tail all that way could have been more relaxing.

Bon Bon dropped Lyra's tail and instead grabbed her by the waist. In the next moment she had used unrecognized strength to hold her up in a standing position. Lyra's head was heavier than her body, thus very challenging to keep steady. Her eyes went from left to right to everywhere else, moving slowly into every corner while she shook her head every now and then to get a clear vision. She saw the angry mare in front of her. The cream muzzle. The navy blue mane and pink stripes. Those... eyes.

“Ugh... Lyra, can you hear me?” Bon Bon asked even though her anger wanted to raise the roof and rip the mare in front of her to shreds. Lyra didn't answer with any coherent words, she was more out of character than ever in this state. The earth pony realized pretty soon there was no point trying to have any reasonable conversation with this pony right now. It had to wait.

“Celestia-damnit, Lyra!” she exclaimed and led the drunk pony to the only bed in the room. She tossed her into the soft underlay, sighed in defeat and turned away. Bon Bon's anger still needed ventilation in some way. There had to be some way aside from doing mean things to Lyra. Whatever had to do. Anything! But what?!

Bon Bon looked over her shoulder as a loud snoring went off. She was surprised at first since that repulsive noise never had left the lime green pony's snout.

It was at that moment Bon Bon felt a soothing wind moving around inside her. Such an adorable sound was impossible to be angry at. Lyra's sleeping face as she laid completely flat on the bed, unconscious and far away into a realm of dreams. Bon Bon couldn't hide her smirk. This pony had brought her too much today to go through in a row. A whole life filled with events involving them both in a world where faithful promises slowly had diminished into unimportant things. She couldn't see it all.

Or could she...?

The thick darkness shone through Vinyl's eyelids, forcing her to wake up no matter how uncomfortable it was. She protested in full vigor, turning around and screaming loudly in her mentality that she had no duty to go up. What was it for her to get up for? An event? A concert? A pony? Octavi-.

The scarlet eyes opened wide right the second after that dreadful image of the cellist shot at her like in a horror flick. Sadly, she never saw the hammer of hangover smashing the anvil inside her brain.

“Oooww.... my... m-my head...” she whimpered weakly and covered her eyes from the light. The pulsing waves of pain echoed violently in every little piece of her mental health, strangling and choking the life out of it like a prolonged execution. She didn't have time to notice the soft bed and warm blanket she rested in. The heat was unbearable for her, a fact she had to get rid of. In the end she managed to kick down the blanket to the floor. She grit teeth while moving up slowly. The pillow didn't help getting rid of the hurt, not the soft blanket, not the bed, not the air, not...

The sound of a pill hitting the inside of a glass filled with water, then a constant fizzle.

This was the first sound Vinyl actually reacted positively to. Her ears flapped up and she actually dared glimpsing between her hooves. Yes, there was a half-full glass of fizzling water on the bedside table, all alone like a prey out in the savannah being stalked by the predator that was Vinyl. The glass was indeed tempting for her to consume in an instant. But who had placed this liquid blessing for all dumb alcoholics next to her?

Vinyl looked up at the bright light, immediately regretted it and covered her eyes again. It was when the shadow placed itself in front of the light that she looked again. Her pupils shrank into nothing when the ice-cold expression of Octavia von Clef shot at her just like the recently mentioned horror flick.

“AAAAHH!! OH, BUCKING... shiiiiit...”.

Vinyl fell slowly back into the bed again, covering as much as possible of her muzzle. The image got stuck behind her eyelids, the fear of facing her marefriend again. And when she for once had hoped her memory would fail like it always did... it manged to be a trustworthy companion at the absolutely worst moment of them all.

She was fully aware her mouth and sex had broken the promise she once made with the special pony named Octavia. Her body had conceded to the tempting lusts for her foalhood-friend Lyra. She had forgotten what once upon a time mattered the most to her. She had been unfaithful, cheated, betrayed and every other word she could come up with to cover herself in shame. But that was far away from the most painful thing she expected. Octavia was standing next to her, after all.

Vinyl could literally feel the stare from Octavia. It burned on her skin, hurt her, scorched, wounded and...

“Dobroye utro, Vinyl...*” Octavia said, using her native language since she knew Vinyl understood what that meant. She sat down carefully on the bed, letting her hind hooves touch the floor while leaning over her lap. She didn't feel like using any dignified position now even if she was fully allowed to do so. No, she wanted to be relaxed now. That was why she reached out to grab the glass.

A hint of hesitation managed to flood the entire area of Vinyl's brain activity. She uncovered an eye to see the fizzling glass being held in front of her. Octavia was holding it with both of her fore hooves, waiting for Vinyl to take it in her grasp. The unicorn mare finally took a step forward by meeting Octavia's... gentle eyes?

“Uh... H-hi, Octy...?” she practically asked, unable to understand the kind behavior so far from Octavia. Then she suddenly understood. This had to be the part where Octavia forces down the glass of water into her throat and then realizes the pill was actually dishwasher detergent and...

“Vant me tu help you, Vinyl?” the light gray mare said and crept closer to the mentioned pony. She gently approached the DJ with the glass, holding it close to her snout so she could feel the fizzles tickling her nostrils. Vinyl didn't understand a thing. Was Octavia blind when she walked inside her room? Didn't she see when her marefriend made out with her friend and also performed the position called tribbing? Grinding her marehood against Lyra's, taking her body gently and...

Weak tears broke out from Vinyl's eyes when she suddenly saw the slowly growing smile on Octavia's lips. The regrets had turned into sorrow a long time ago. Her thoughts and self-esteem had died even longer ago. But the frustration was new. Vinyl inhaled deeply with arched eyebrows, revealing her anger.

“Why are you smiling at me?!” she yelled, ignoring the ache just so she could get an answer. Why didn't Octavia make any sense? “I cheated on you, Octy! How can you look at me with a smile?! Why are yo-”.

“Vinyl... drink. Then ve talk...” Octavia interrupted the yelling with her smile intact. She brought the glass even closer so it touched the white snout.

Even though the tears wouldn't stop coming, nor the headache, Vinyl grabbed the glass with her very weak magic and brought it to her lips. The pulses of magical material flowing through her brain ached way too much to work properly, but holding a glass didn't require so much concentration. After a set of gulps she put away the glass on the bedside board again, lightly shaking her head to get rid of the taste in her mouth. Filled with the knowledge of soon feeling better, Vinyl could suddenly feel the hunger in her stomach that no medicine could cure. Only food would help at that point.

But that was of course far from her main problem. However, Octavia just said she'd talk to her if she just drank. But why would she be so polite to sit and wait instead of taking out all her aggression on her favorite torture victim?

“Vinyl... I am not mad at you for vhat you did” Octavia said rather bluntly to the now even more confused unicorn.

“Uh ...er, what?” Vinyl asked through the thick cloud of question marks. She heard right, that was without doubt. But everything named rationality told her it was a lie. “Not... angry... a-at me?”.

Octavia didn't nod nor shake her head. She just looked away at the door she had entered and exited through so many times this week. It was insignificant, just like her actual anger over seeing what happened yesterday. It had without doubt been the most shocking thing ever to see... and still not. She felt dumb, so dumb she didn't deserve to be called intelligent or witty.

All this time in the dark, all the blindfolds she had carried without knowing it. The monster she so stupidly had obeyed during all this time. Her own clear confusion and utter emotional problems. Of course she felt a sting of rage in the back of her head when she saw Vinyl and Lyra together in bed, but the cold was already applied to the area before it was even burned. She felt so free, so beautifully free and alive again. It had been such a long time since she had seen a route leading out from her darkness. And now it was here.

“I fully understand vhy you vere unfaithful tu me, Vinyl... I understand vhy you vanted Lyra instead...” Octavia explained sadly. She was hurt, but only because she had brought it upon herself during all this time. And when Vinyl cocked an eyebrow in further confusion, Octavia sighed heartily and reached out a fore hoof, caressing the soft fur on her lover's cheek.

“It has been my horrible brutality, Vinyl. My vrong need tu hurt you... that made you choose Lyra. Am I correct?”.

Vinyl nearly flinched. She felt exposed, somehow. It wasn't a big surprise for her that Octavia had figured out she was of the violent kind... but that she admitted it was a bad thing? What was she hearing?

“Octavia... why are you...” Vinyl had time to say until the cellist made a very, very unexpected move.

The gray hoof swept carefully past Vinyl's naked muzzle and up to her ear, scratching right on her most sensitive spot. Her spine shivered with delight. But that was her spot, and only one other pony knew about that specific little area behind her ear. So how could...

“Feel good?” Octavia asked softly, avoiding eye-contact by keeping her head aimed at the wall instead of Vinyl who nearly purred in comfort. That touch was Celestia-like to her headache. After a few seconds of delay, Vinyl nodded weakly to not disturb the touch. “I've alvays knovn you like that ...”.

Vinyl stopped focusing on the scratching, opened both of her eyes to see the dark gray mane on Octavia's head. “What...?” She then asked.

“I discovered it a long time ago vhen ve vere out drinking. You sounded like a cat...” Octavia continued and finally turned her head to Vinyl. The unicorn widened her eyes in shock, once again incapable to remember that night. But when she heard those words she could have sworn there was at least one moment when they cuddled and she felt that sweet scratching on her ear.

She had always thought that was a pure accident...

“Vinyl..” Octavia said with a more burdened voice, catching Vinyl's attention in a snap. “There is something I need tu tell you. Ze reason for vhy I am not angry at you”.

Vinyl's heart raced there. The worst kinds of expectations rose from the depths when that sad tone took over her marefriend's voice. Had she been cheating on her too? To make it even? Was she really with Bon Bon? Of course she had! It was obvious from the start, it...

“I vas almost not faithful tu you either, Vinyl. I almost had sex vith Bon Bon yesterday”.

Yes, there it was. Vinyl dropped her head, knowing she deserved this awful fact. But then she realized Octavia only said 'almost'. She looked at the mare again, understanding there was more to come now. And correct as she was, Octavia inhaled to begin her speech for the second time today.

“Bon Bon made me understand that I have tu tell you this story. And it vas in my home country, Mos-Cow...”.

History repeated itself again to a second audience. It was sweet for Octavia the first time she told it to anypony else. But now when she knew Vinyl was going to hear the heartrending truth about her humiliation. She closed her eyes several times and actually looked away when she came to the part about Penny von Wash again. Her voice grew heavier for each sentence again, but no tears fell from her eyes. Not even when she described the pain, her father's betrayal, Penny's hateful truth, her misery and inner torture when the monster broke out from her soul.

She felt the pain this time, however. Suddenly she saw just how awful her past was. She understood what was so wrong about the history and what she didn't deserve. But all that was just a strong fear. The truly unbearable question was if Vinyl would understand. Would she? Was it necessary to hope?Did Bon Bon lie? Did she? Only time could tell.

And then the epilogue played out. Octavia was on the edge of breakdown, worried to death that Vinyl wouldn't forgive her...

“... I have been a foal tu not understand it, Vinyl. I never really vanted anypony tu get hurt. It vas just my ovn selfishness that told me tu hurt others so I could feel better”.

Octavia looked at Vinyl. She couldn't see her muzzle because of the thick mane. It covered her scarlet eyes and most of the face with a shadow. She was silent. Still. Like death had taken her soul during the speech. Her breathing was faint. Octavia sighed.

“I... understand if you still vant to choose Lyra.... Vinyl, but I.... vell I...” Octavia hesitated and got up from the bed. Vinyl remained sitting still as she got up on all four.

“I vill allvays love you, Vinyl...”.

And as she reached out to take a step towards the door, venturing to apologize to Lyra... she felt something catching her hindleg.

The grip was hard and ruthless, hurting her. Whatever just grabbed her didn't plan on letting go. Octavia turned around to see what was going on, and she didn't know what to say. Vinyl had like a snake thrown her left foreleg to indeed grab Octavia's hindleg before it went out of reach. Her leg trembled just like the rest of her body, and the red flush on her cheeks was once again covered in tears.

“Why, Octavia....w-why?” she asked with an equally shivering voice.

Why what, Octavia thought. Was there really more to explain after telling about the most tragic event of her life? That was a question she never had to seek an answer to. Right when she was about to open her mouth, Vinyl did what a beast would do to its victim.

The unicorn jumped straight forward, knocking down Octavia like it was nothing and pinned her down to the floor. Octavia yelped in shock as she almost hit the back of her head. But she was truly speechless when the rave blue mane revealed Vinyl's face.

A flood of tears ran from Vinyl's stressed eyes, her eyebrows were so arched it hurt, the teeth gritted, a small trace of snot escaped her nostrils... and she grabbed Octavia's shoulders.

“WHY HAVEN'T YOU TOLD ME THIS BEFORE?!!” she roared out like somepony had been killed by Octavia's hoof. Her complete sorrow broke havoc in her mind and shut down everything between herself and what she had been through. The truth that Octavia had been keeping this secret was more than she could understand.

Octavia tried to say anything, but her paralyzed body didn't allow her to move or talk. She just laid there and listened.

“What the bucking pony-hell, Octavia?! Why haven't you?! Why?! Why?! WHY?!!” she demanded to know, unlocking Octavia's frozen shock.

“I... I did not vant you tu... “.

“DIDN'T WANT ME TO WHAT?!! THIS.... T-THIS....explains... so m-much.... Octy....”.

Vinyl broke down. Her head dropped right before her body did the same. Her legs couldn't stand anymore, and she fell flat over Octavia's body. Her sobs shook the cellist's body several times a second, dying slowly until she inhaled again.

Octavia jerked her head up. She heard the sad whimpers from Vinyl's mouth right next to her ear. A new feeling shot out from her inner, breaking through the thick layers of ash after the extreme destruction in her comfort. The feeling let out a bright light into the barren wasteland, breeding life in the air and fertilizing the ground so it could exist again. Octavia's heart beat fast, mauling behind her ribcage like it would burst any second.

“I hate you, Octavia von Clef! I love you so much I hate you! Why haven't you told me this... I just... just love you, Octy! Please, I love you so much!”.

She heard it all. Every word echoing past her ears as the white forelegs squeezed beneath her body and clenched her in a hug. Vinyl buried her snout in the gray shoulder, shutting her eyes hard and using all force she could muster to embrace her beloved mare.

It was at that moment Octavia found the courage to wrap her own forelegs around Vinyl's body. She threw her head back on the floor with exposed teeth. Her eyes closed to prevent the tear. But just like she had failed to keep the secret, her emotions destroyed all her ability to hold back true feelings and annihilated her care for what others thought. All sorrow and happiness imploded inside her mind, combusted into a tempest sent from the heavens to send her ablaze. She cried. She clenched, she loved, she hated, she just... expressed what she wanted to express.

Octavia's mane drowned in tears, something she repaid by doing the same to Vinyl's shoulder.

“I love you too, Vinyl.... Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu*” the foreign earth pony mare replied.

“Hurt me as... uhh... much as you w-want, Octy! Just... just.... hurt me...” Vinyl sobbed up, not regretting what she just said. However, she wasn't expecting the answer from her love.

The light gray forelegs grabbed Vinyl's wet cheeks and pushed her back. The two mares looked straight into each others eyes with just a mere inch as distance. Octavia shook her head.

“No, Vinyl.... I vant tu make love tu you...” she whispered. “Right here... and nov....” she stated very clearly and brought their lips together.

Both set of eyes closed as the mouth connected passionately. Pouting lips started off by smooching the soft flesh of the other pony. The fire intensified in both souls, bringing out a lust stronger than any of them ever had felt before. Their needs melted together in violence, causing Octavia to grasp her lover's head and press her harder into the kiss. Drool escaped their lips when the tongues shot out between the open mouths. A wet foreplay played out in which both parts stroke each other like there was no tomorrow. Vinyl stuck out her tongue and held it straight when she noticed that Octavia actually tried to suck on it.

Done and done, the light gray mare grunted in pleasure when she finally bobbed her head up and down to suck on Vinyl's oral organ like a throbbing stallionhood. She loved the taste, she loved the naughtiness, and she worshiped the fact Vinyl was moaning due to the pleasurable ecstasy.

But her utter pleasure came from the fact she didn't hurt Vinyl. It was a bliss, gently moving her lips forward and taking the tongue in her mouth, sucking gently yet heartily to bring out her marefriend's lusts in a true shape of need and consensual answers. Her eyes rolled up just like the corner of her mouths. It could likewise have been a reward for Octavia to experience this.

The lips disconnected with a strong gasp from both mares. They looked at each other for several seconds, noticing the red blushes on their cheeks. Vinyl giggled and caressed Octavia's muzzle.

“You're so beautiful when you blush...” she said silently while struggling to keep her half-closed eyelids open. She just wanted to disappear in a cloud of this moment, forget the past and start over so she could enjoy a lifetime of memories in the future. She wasn't alone. Octavia sought the exact same. And even if memories really couldn't vanish just like that, they could do their best to fill up with other ones.

Octavia smiled beneath her wet eyes and then brought her lover into another passionate kiss. The smacking noises lasted for a moment until she decided to go further. She wanted to see what more she could do to lose herself in the imaginary mist.

In a hungry gesture, she turned around over the white body so her hindlegs rested peacefully next to Vinyl's head. The unicorn widened her scarlet eyes when she just a second later understood what it meant when she saw Octavia's glistering flower right on top of her. The two thick lips she always wanted to caress and lick clean from female moist. Was this truly it? Was she going to do something so... dirty?

Oh Celestia, yes she was!

Octavia laid down on the warm, soft body, separated the white hindlegs so she could inhale the musky scent of her mare waiting for the lustful devouring. Her tongue lolled out by the mere sight of this treasure. Soft lips radiating heat meant for mating, love juices already flowing down over the soft butt and blue tail, that seductive voice telling her to taste her meal.

Vinyl had only managed to embrace the light gray rump and stick out her tongue before her entire body vibrated in a zap of sudden ecstasy. Her mouth went wide open just like her nether lips did. Octavia stretched the tight slit and dived her tongue right over the drowned pearl bathing in female nectar. She caressed it constantly by flickering her agile organ all over the little bulb of flesh. She thrust her head to ultimately dive down into the even tighter cave waiting for the stimulation to happen. Vinyl hit her head as it flew down to the floor. Her eyes wouldn't close and hide the small pupils. It was like her first time. So new and exciting.

But she didn't feel a paralyze take over. Oh no, this was a treatment that brought her own crazed hunger. It was rather strange for her, minding this was absolutely way too naughty for her to even imagine. Wasn't it enough with a simple oral to create that sexy stimulation? Maybe once in the past, but not anymore...

Vinyl moaned out loudly and greedily grasped the treasure in her reach. Her mouth covered the sacred ground of her partner in love, then shot out its organ meant to satisfy. She pierced the labia and went straight inside, shaking Octavia's mind when stroking past the pink pearl. It swirled inside the tight flesh, stretching the inner of her love in a reckless hunt for the warm hole. Her snout rammed into Octavia's sphincter over and over again, nothing she cared about when it came to enhancing the warmth in her body. She felt like dying from pleasure when the earth pony felt like redoubling her efforts to make Vinyl scream.

The foreign mare lapped Vinyl's pearl rapidly, breaking its every last defense to hold back an orgasm of divine measurements. She nearly yelled due to the painfully wonderful electricity moving through her body in quick pulses, the quantity increasing for each passing moment, that sweet tongue eating her out like its life depended on it. In the end it was impossible, she couldn't focus on the flowing juices filling her mouth anymore. She let go and looked straight up at the ceiling.

“Ahhh... da, Vinyl.... da... I can feel... you feel... hahh.... aaahhh..... ooh, Vinyl... da! Hnng, nnya.... I love you! I lo-aahh!! AHH! OOHH, VINY~YL!!!”.

An ear-shattering explosion went off inside Octavia's mind. Her brain lost all imaginary of anything else than Vinyl's tongue. Her female lips squeezed the tongue infiltrating her, milked it so the climax could squirt out all over the inside of Vinyl's mouth. Several drips poured down from the tight sealing, wasted over the white chest receiving a warm stain of mare-love.

Vinyl had always thought she'd vomit the day she tried to swallow another pony's sexual juice. Now she just felt like a moron. Who in Equestria would willingly spit out such a delicious liquid like the nectar of your loved one? Thus, she swallowed Octavia's pleasure in loud gulps, turning the cellist on even more when she heard the greedy throat working to the bone.

She shivered in ecstasy as another small squirt shot inside the unicorn's mouth. So indescribably hot she didn't know how to put it. Her mouth opened, drool mixed with love juice poured out, landed on the pink slit beneath her.

The demon possessing her now was nothing but honest lust demanding her to continue eat. Done and done, she widely spread the white thighs and poked her tongue inside the warm cave. Vinyl immediately lost control and let go of the warm marehood. She gulped on last time and panted violently to the drilling. Her forelegs squeezed Octavia's round halves like a plushy, hugging tighter than she thought her muscles could muster.

The orgasm grew nearer the more she received. Her body's limits extended themselves to unbearable levels, crushing her ability to even breath in a matter of seconds. She tried lapping Octavia again to escape the mental earthquake, but all in vain.

“Ye~es.... Octy... Octy, right there!! Aahh! Hnn.... gyaahh!! Ahhh.... ooooh....” she whimpered and moaned, ultimately doing the last thing she thought would work. Her blue tail moved, wrapped around Octavia's head and pressed her further into herself. Vinyl Let go of the gray rump. Her limbs fell dead to the floor. Then she experienced the flood cleaning her entire body, turning into a warm chill down her spine. Her hips reacted just like the thighs and shivered.

Octavia managed to pull out her tongue just in time to get the strong squirt of female love shot at her face. The temporary squirts soaked her dignified muzzle. Sweet nectar of a unicorn poured down, bathing her in sticky cum from another mare of lower status than herself.

And she lapped up everything she could get from Vinyl's nether...

Bon Bon sighed in the background of the medicine cabinet shutting. She then walked out to the kitchen with a tube of aspirin in her mouth, leaned on the kitchen counter, prepared a glass of ice-cold water, popped out a effervescent tablet into the glass, watched it slowly fizz into nothing, took the glass...

Then drank it in a sweep with wide-open eyes.

Lyra peeped inside the kitchen from the living/bedroom, carefully making sure she made no sound whatsoever while watching her marefriend taking the horrible taste. Sadly, Bon Bon already knew she was right around the corner, thus put down the glass in a harsh manner on the bench. She kept her back towards Lyra.

“Tell me how such a fragile pony can get wasted so hard she barely can stand and still wake up fresh as a daisy the next morning?” she asked sternly, still grimacing angrily. Her eyes turned to the left corner. She couldn't see Lyra from her current angle so turning her head around at least a little was required. “... and what brings her to the idea of cheating on her marefriend...”.

Lyra flinched at the last sentence. She had bred a slight hope that Bon Bon would have forgotten about that horrible moment. There were so much unclear obstacles in her reasoning, not to mention her vision. She couldn't think straight, she could only follow her sorrows digging a hole deep enough for her to hide in, search for her needs blooming the wrong way. She wasn't capable to make decisions no matter what is was about. That she could tell already back then...

“Well?” Bon Bon said and turned around, leaning back on the kitchen counter with crossed forelegs. Her eyes demanded an explanation from the timid mare. This was even though she had a clue about the issue.

Lyra shifted her eyes everywhere. An explanation was way out of her reach. So much alcohol, so much tender moments, old memories infatuating her, the actual need and whatever she could imagine in her little head. In the end she found at least a few words.

“I... I did... I didn't want to, Bon Bon...”.

The mentioned one slammed a fore hoof on the counter, causing Lyra to jump in fright.

“You bucking well know what you wanted! You didn't think I was good enough for you just because I... I...”.

It was at that moment Lyra noticed the tear escaping Bon Bon's eyes. She didn't shiver out of rage. Sadness had conquered her heart. A stain of salty water flew down on the floor when the cream mare dropped to all four.

“Because I can't control my fetish!!” she yelled right before the sobbing started. “Is it... r-really too much to... ask for just... j-just a punch from you?! What is so bucking frightening when I... BEG FOR YOU TO DO IT?!! AM I THAT TERRIFYING TO YOU?!!”.

Lyra would in usual cases run whimpering into a corner if anypony was this mad at her. Bon Bon had never expressed such strong emotions of anger before, at least not in front of Lyra. And it was just because of that she staid to raise her voice back.

“No! Sweetie, no! You're not scary to me!!” she cried and walked towards her even louder marefriend.

“Then w-why... uhhn... won't you respond to my needs?! I nearly cheated on you too with Octavia, but I managed to stop myself before it was too late!! SO WHY?!” she yelled right back at Lyra who were just a meter away from her.

“Beca-” Lyra nearly blurted out. She managed to stop herself right before it was too late... she thought.

“What?! Because what?!” Bon Bon yelled a little lower and wiped her tears with a foreleg.

Lyra drew back to last night in her thought. There wasn't much memory to serve well, but she remembered a certain part for some reason. It was right after they had emptied the bottle of jagermarester. Vinyl put down the dark green bottle clumsily, knocking it over.

“Oh frigging Celestia, Lyra. Why dontcha jus'... DO what she asks of you? If she wants you to bucking whip her, do so! Like a bull! Ye-haaw!”.

“Is not tha' easy, Vinyl. If... if it was, don't ya think I'd... I, I'd do that?”.

“Oooooh... right, right. Ya parents n' all that, ye, sorry bout' ya dad, dude! Wonda' if Bon Bon....”.

“Please, Vinyl... jus... jus' don't...”.

“Come ON!, Lyra! Ya have toooo.... to, you know.... er, tell her about it! Yeah, tell her about it!”.

“But I don't want to remre.... rembr.... re-remember!”.

“Look, Lyra, pal! You just hafta choose! Either you * hic *, tell her or... or she will never understand.... ya gotcha?”.

“I... I don't.... well, okay.... maybe you're ri-”.

“That's what I'm talking 'bout! Now sing with me, cutie!”.

And that was about it. The rest of the night at the bar was too blurry to recall. Only something about a crush and silly fillies.

Lyra looked away for a moment. Just the mere memory of her father was enough to turn on a blinking warning lamp in her mind. If she were to go back, there had to be a deep excavation of way too horrible levels. But if what Vinyl said was true, she had to bet it all at once. Bon Bon was silent for the moment. She still waited for that explanation to come. For a moment she thought Lyra just would stand there saying nothing. That was however a false guess.

Lyra nodded for her to come over into the other room, using a depressed face showing her seriousness. Bon Bon wanted to deny her the chance of gathering thoughts at first, but then she realized there was no point doing that. If Lyra really had an explanation, she had to hear it.

They had reached the large bed. Lyra got up first with Bon Bon following tight behind. She made sure there was a little distance between them, enough for Lyra to not reach her. That was okay for her too. She just wanted to talk. A deep sigh and last look on the floor, then she was ready.

“The reason to why I can't.... well, hurt you is because of my foalhood...”.

The roller coaster of horror began for Lyra. She started off with her and Vinyl's friendship, nearly losing Bon Bon's patience when she didn't seem to get anywhere in explaining.

Then she brought up her father...

Bon Bon, recently ready to choke Lyra due to her raging emotions, narrowed her eyes at the details. Abuse, fear, further abuse, broken promises, even more abuse and a whole world of made-up images of her family. Slow but steady she saw the development of terror in Lyra's eyes. The yellow circles shrank, leaving more white to let out the same psychotic look she had before. Sweat broke loose from her horned forehead, showing her mentality slowly falling apart for each finished sentence.

Lyra started to repeat words over and over. Saying the same thing twice before going onto another subject. She tilted her head violently. Her reality broke out...

“He... he hurt her! He hurt mom! He lied to me and everypony else! I just wanted to come home and see my parents smile at me! I just wanted to come home and see my parents smile! But she bled! She bled! And he hurt us!!”.

Bon Bon leaned away from her, actually scared of the development.

“He made me watch, made me watch, made me watch! He tied her, hurt her, screamed, yelled, hurt, and made her scream too, he made her scream with him over her! He thrust, she screamed! HE BUCKING RAPED HEEEEEEER!!!” Lyra finally roared and started screeching out her fear.

She put her hooves to the head and laid down on the side. A total flip-out tilted the inside of her brain, buzzed into nothing and displayed the images again. She saw her father, heard his laughter, his dark, evil laughter echoing in her head. And she was alone. All alone.

But never had she dared believing there would be anypony for her....

Bon Bon grit her teeth and threw herself over the tortured soul. The truth was so awful to her. This just couldn't be true. First Octavia's story and now this? And she thought she had seen pony-hell after her earlier life. But this mind-tearing screaming was more than enough evidence to her. Proof that she had indeed tried her fetish on a pony unable to even harm anypony.

It told so much more than she expected. Suddenly it wasn't that hard understanding why she flipped out like a maniac after finding her on the floor. It was too obvious that Lyra couldn't handle the truth. And in her case it was a very serious problem. All she knew was to embrace Lyra in a warm hug, press her entire body into hers, nuzzle her mane, caress her shoulders and.... she didn't know what else to do. It felt like trying to control a storm when looking at her.

For once, reality showed mercy upon Bon Bon's soul...

Lyra stopped screaming in an instant and clenched her forelegs around the cream body. She embraced her several times in a row, seeking her body for comfort. Her voice turned into gasps. She felt like being in the rain, holding onto the only thing that could save her life. She was so afraid she'd loose the grip, thus clenched even harder. Her muscles nearly faltered, but held her in place.

“I'm right here, sweetie! I'm right here!” Bon Bon exclaimed out from her heart. She didn't even think about saying that. It just came naturally like a reflex. That warm feeling inside her body soothed her soul when she didn't feel even the slightest ashamed. Those words were truth.

“Don't leave me, Bon Bon! Please, don't leave me! I need you! I love you!” Lyra yelled in a stream of tears, using all her might to keep her lover in place. The scary world jumped her.

Bon Bon sought inspiration from her heart again, finding the correct words she already wanted to say. Her eyes soaked again as she held onto Lyra's cheeks, lowering herself to look straight into the mortified eyes. Her voice was calm and honest. She smiled.

“I... I love you, Lyra”.

Lyra stared at Bon Bon. Her brain digested the words and warm look reaching all the way into her frightened heart. She saw the light that never had appeared to her before. It was her torch in the darkness. The imaginary took hold of her inner voice, demanded of her to reach out for the light and grasp it. Her eyes grew larger again as the adrenaline kept pumping through her veins. The violent tilting had turned into violent shivering. Shivering of excitement...

Bon Bon drew circles on the lime green cheek with her hoof. She kept smiling without remorse, truly wanting this moment more than ever. It had been the best of all days she ever could tell about, the day when she understood the love of her life even more than before.

And that was why she simply had to pull Lyra into a kiss.

Carefully connecting the soft lips, Bon Bon heard Lyra's faint gasps dying in the heat of their connection. The unicorn's hooves moved up to embrace the earth pony's neck, locking her in place to continue the gentle kiss. After a while, they opened their mouths to let inside the next step. Bon Bon fell back in the bed, letting Lyra be on top for no special reason at all. It wasn't about punishment, just... plain old lovemaking.

But the mind didn't cooperate.

Tears kept streaming from Bon Bon's eyes. She couldn't stop thinking about Lyra's foalhood. What a foal she had been to not even imagine her past. She had done all those awful things. Willingly taunting Octavia to rape her, absorbed her selfishness in a try to cheat on her beloved pony. Did she deserve her? No, Lyra didn't need a pony that would abandon her just for the fetish. This wasn't right, she couldn't do this!

Suddenly their lips disconnected. Lyra panted deeply and tried to dive down to continue. But then she felt the fore hooves pressed to her shoulders. She opened her eyes, instantly looking at the reluctant mare.

“Lyra... I... I can't” Bon Bon said. Lyra didn't understand at first, her ability to interpret sudden interruptions in their lovemaking was too inexperienced.

“Wh-what?”.

“I can't! I don't... I just... no!” she exclaimed and used force to push aside Lyra from her. She knew what would happen. She knew Lyra obviously was going to break apart again, living through another breakdown. And she knew especially that... she was ready for that. Lyra didn't deserve a cheating whorse like herself.

The cream equine jumped away from the bed, leaving Lyra all muddled and confused. But when she reached the door and opened it in haste, a flash in Lyra's eyes ignited her fears.

“No! Bon Bon! No! No! NOOO!!”.

But the yelling was of no use. So instead she leaped from the bed, slipped on the floor and hurt herself in a crash. However, she was already back on her hooves in the blink of an eye, fueled by the panic in her mind. She heard Bon Bon's hooves galloping down the hallway. Her own starting hitting the same hall. Her eyes managed to catch where her marefriend was going. The elevator. And she had been lucky since it already was on her floor, thus opening directly.

“BON BON!! DON'T LEAVE ME!” the innocent pony known as Lyra hollered at the top of her lungs, flashing her terrified eyes and charged towards Bon Bon, ready to leap again any second. Bon Bon pressed the button to the lobby repeatedly, begging for it to close in time.

Just a few hooves left, and Lyra jumped towards the closing elevator doors...

Bon Bon sat down and leaned against the wall, gasping for air while she heard Lyra's violent hammering on the door. The elevator's machinery started and brought her down floor after floor. She curled together with her hind knees close to her muzzle. She almost regret her decision. Those screams and yells hurt her soul like a butcher knife tearing out all her physical emotions. It hurt... hurt so much she couldn't believe this was the right decision. But she convinced herself it actually was the only right thing to do.

Lyra can find somepony else.... she doesn't deserve me, Bon Bon thought to herself.

After the bell had signaled the arrival of the elevator, Bon Bon was already standing up. She saw the three dressed ponies outside the elevator waiting for her to walk out. Sadly for them, they could only watch as the cream mare dragged her fore hoof over all the buttons on the panel before leaving the square space. She ignored the displeased grunts and lethal glares from the tight upper-classes, the only thing mattering now was that she could buy some time for her escape.

Yes, she had to leave the hotel this instant and get as far away as possible from the maddened mare on the higher floor. But her eyes were flushed and tired, her head ached, and for the love of Celestia would that bulb of anguish never leave her stomach?

Apparently not, because now she had to sit down again, leaning on the wall again like some beggar. Well, that's what she felt like right now. Her self-esteem was not like the courageous lone who had chosen this to leave her loved ones in mercy. No, she was a homeless hobo without a home, money, love...

“Why, hello miss!” a male voice called out from her left side. Bon Bon turned and was instantly stricken by the appearance of a trolley...

To be continued...

Author's Note:
Russian translator:
Dobroye utro, Vinyl = good morning, Vinyl.
Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu = I love you too.

The second last chapter of this story! Go on to the second one to finally finish this story!

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