A Story of Hope, Dreams, and Lima Beans

Bon Bon began to trash against the restraints. Diaperpitch looked on in fear, “Wait Ben Ben don’t do that!”

“That is not my name!” she wailed as she broke the restrains falling on him.

Diaperpitch began to struggle and started to have difficulty breathing, “Please get off me you diapered fatty.”

This only caused Bon Bon to become more enraged, “Say my name, there is only one vowel left even you can’t mess this up!.”

He whimpered, “But I-”

He was quickly cut off by Bon Bon, “SAY IT!”

“Um, Byn Byn?” he tried with fear in his eyes.

“Die you failure!” She yelled as she put all her weight on him stopping his thrashing. Bon Bon check his neck, “Oh God… No Pulse! It is finally over.”

In the distance a green colored mare trotted in, “So Bon Bon did it go according to plan?”

Bon Bon looked up, “Yes Lyra exactly as planned.”

Lyra looked at her with doubt, “Are you sure, I mean you are overweight, and in a wet diaper.

Bon Bon looked at her adamantly, “Yes Lyra exactly as planned.”

“If you say so. Just remind me again why we did this as if I wasn’t fully aware of this plan, nor was I watching you from the shadows the entire time.”

“Well Lyra the plan was to kill off Diaperpitch by having him abduct me, and then proceeding to take him out as quickly as possible. We did this because he was a creepy faggot that did creepy autistic things.”

“Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Lyra said helping Bon Bon stand up.

“Well now that that is all settled go get a diaper on it is time for some purely platonic diaper sexy times.”

Lyra was set aback by Bon Bon’s comment, “But Bon Bon it isn’t even Wednesday.”

Bon Bon looked at her and replied, “Implying I care, now lets go!” as she dashed out of the room.

Lyra quickly grabbed one of the unused diapers in the room and chased after her, “Wait for me!”

The End