Filly Lyra sat at the table with a pout upon her face, “But mommy I want some candies! Pweese!” She said while giving her parents her best puppy dog eyes.
“For the last time no pony in this household shall eat that poison. It rots the brain, ruins ones teeth, and causes insanity. Doctor Quack said so in the Equestrian Gazette,” Her mother said imperiously. Her mother was stern looking unicorn with beady brown eyes, a black mane that looked like coal, and a coat that hovered between rusty and tan.
“But all the other foals in school get candy in their lunch bags. Why can’t I?” Lyra asked.
“If all the other foals jumped off of Canterlot would you do it?” Her mother asked.
“If it meant I’d get candy I would,” Lyra snarked.
Her father burst out laughing while her mother looked at her incredulously. Giving a sigh while massaging her forehead with her left foreleg her mother replied coldly, “This proves my point exactly. If a filly would commit suicide for a piece of candy I rest my case.”
The rest of lunch passed in quite other than the suppressed snorts of laughter coming from her father. After excusing herself from the table she overheard her mother telling her father to “talk some sense to her.” Slowing down she sighed in frustration to what she thought was coming.
Her father was a well built stallion with an aqua mint coat, and a deep wavy aqua mane. His light blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he motioned her to follow him to his studies. As she followed him she wondered if all nobleponies were as uptight about having good stuff or if it was just her mother who was dead set against her having anything that’d be considered fun.
As she walked into the study her father closed the door and with a sly grin said, “Now I’m supposed to talk “sense into you”,” he said making air quotes with his hooves,” But I’ll do something better if you promise to keep it a secret between us.”
“What’s the secret?” Lyra asked confusedly.
He trotted to his desk and gave it a few thumps to the underside releasing a hidden compartment. Withdrawing a box of Bon-Bons, “This is part of my secret stash. Your mother, Celestia bless her soul, doesn’t know about them. But I’ll be willing to share under four conditions.”
“What are those?”
“First. You must keep your calm and act as if you aren’t eating candy when around your mother. If she found out I was violating her war against sweets she’ll go on the warpath.”
“That’s easy … I think.”
“Second. You must work hard on your music lessons. If you slack off, or don’t work hard. Then you won’t get any. These are for only when you’re good, and work hard.”
“Ok, I’ll work my hardestest ever!” Lyra said enthusiastically. Practically leaping for joy before reigning herself in.
“The third is easy. You can never let your mother know about my secret stash. It’ll be our little secret, well us and the help.”
“Ok. and what’s the fourth?”
“When you leave this room I want you to scream about how unfair I am, and go crying to your room. I’m supposed to be saying something like how, “You’re mother is always right, and you’ll thank us when you’re older” or something like that.”
“Deal!” Lyra said as she ran and gave her father the glomp of a lifetime.
He showed her the inside of the lid which showed a candy map of the various types within. She saw that there were three mint cremes with a lemon swirl around the chocolate coat, and thought that would be the best one to try for her first sweet. Popping it into her mouth she gave a moan of ecstatic, filly glee as the sweetness of the chocolate mixed with the tart cooling sensation of the mint and lemon.
“Sooooo Good!” Lyra moaned as a thin line of drool drizzled down from the corner of her muzzle. She gave her father a strong hug, “I love you daddy! You’re the best!”
“I love you too my little brio,” He said ruffling her mane.
Composing herself she wiped the drool from her muzzle and opened the door screaming at the top of her little lungs, “You’re so unfair! I hate you!” She said before peeling off to her room throwing on the waterworks for good measure.
When she got to her room she slammed the door, and almost squealed with joy at being let in on her father’s secret. She was sad that she had to make a show of being upset, but a promise was a promise. Now she just had to pretend to be mopey and work hard on her lessons with a lyre.
She was working on a rather difficult piece, loosing herself in the memory of her first piece of candy. Letting her joy spill out into the music, rather than just going through the motions when she heard a cough that brought her out of her revelry. She looked at the first sign of pride from her mother that she had ever seen before, with a few tears leaking from her eyes.
“I don’t know what your father told you but it seems to have hammered in the lesson quite well. I’m sorry that you think that I’m being unfair, but I promise you that I’m only doing this for your own good. And you should apologize to your father, but I’m sure if you play that wonderfully again he’ll forgive you,” Her mother said with a thin smile.
She gave her a warm hug and whispered, “I’m proud of you Lyra, I know that I don’t say it well enough. But with how you just played, you might just yet show some of the family brilliance in music yet.”
There was a bright flash and when Lyra looked down she saw a Lyre adorning her flank. She squealed with delight while thinking to herself, thank you oh delicious bon-bon of goodness! You are the bestest thing in all of Equestria! And it was with that rush of joy that the rest of the day became of blur of planning, joy, and the secret bond between her, her father, and the joy of candy before she passed out sleeping. And as she slept she dreamt …
Bon Bon woke up from the weirdest dream. She dreamt that a mint colored unicorn with a creamy white stripe in her mane ate one of the mint Bon-Bons that were responsible for her Cutie Mark, and that it gave that pony named Lyra her own Cutie Mark. It was strange, but at the same time made her feel complete. As if what made her special actually made a difference in somepony’s life.
As she rolled out of her bed her groggy mind kept gravitating to that pony. It was a secret vice of hers, Mint creme. How it felt so comforting and loving as it wrapped around the tongue. Giving a small kick afterwards that followed her afterwards. It never ceased to bring a smile to her face. And she was at that age where filly’s dream about the perfect wedding, she dreamed what it would be like if she met a pony who would be her mint creme.
Somepony who was fun, comforting, and filled with joy. But would also give her life the same kick that her favorite flavor gave her. Now though she kept thinking about that pony as she meandered through her bedroom getting ready for the rest of the day.
“Hey Sweetie, are you up yet,” Came a gentle voice from behind her door.
“Huhgrburger!” Bon-Bon mumbled.
“I’ll take that as a maybe,” the voice said as the door opened showing an orange pegasus with a violet mane and warm, gentle violet eyes.
“Momma Drops, how did you know when you were in love with Momma Sweets?” Asked Bon-Bon groggily as she slowly brushed her mane.
“Well, believe it or not before your I met Sweets, I was dating a colt. He was nice, well mannered, and in a school with only fifteen colts it was a lucky catch. But when your mother transferred from Applewood my breath was taken away. So I guess it was love at first sight. Eventually we dated, and that young colt Bright Day was rather chivalrous about it.”
“You mean my God-father was your old coltfriend?” Bon-Bon interrupted.
“The one and the same. He’s a good stallion, and I’m happy that he landed himself a good mare. But as I was saying, me and Sweets started dating and getting to know each other. And I guess I just knew she was the one. Why do you ask though sweetie?”
“Well I had the weirdest dream. And you know that one unicorn pony I always drew when I was younger and said I was going to marry someday?”
“Yes …” Lemon Drops said kindly, wondering where this was going.
“Well I had a dream that she was a real pony, and the Bon-Bon I made that got me my Cutie Mark ended up getting her, her own Cutie Mark. And she was a music player, and she was really pretty, and her family wasn’t as cool as ours but her daddy was nice. Then I woke up.” Bon-Bon babbled.
“Awwww! That’s adorable. Well honey it was just a dream, but who knows someday you might meet a mare like her someday,” Lemon Drops said giving her daughter a loving wing hug, “Well let’s not keep your other mother waiting. We need to get some food in your belly then get you ready for school.”
“Alright. I’m ready,” Bon-Bon said as she slowly trotted out of the bedroom.
It was later in the day during school when she was approached by a pink filly with an even darker pink mane, “Hi I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie. I’m new here and I’m throwing a party to say hi to everypony,” she said as she solemnly drew out an invitation card that was plastered with copious amounts of glitter and rhinestones.
“Um … alright. I’ll have to ask my moms if it’s okay with them but I’ll try. Thanks Pinka … Pink … mena … you know it’d be easier to just call you Pinkie Pie. Thanks Pinkie Pie,” Bon-Bon said as she placed the invitation in her Saddlebag.
Pinkie Pie’s locks as she thanked her were a steady flux of poofy almost a marefro, to flat and wavy. Making them look as if they were alive. Bon-Bon waved herself off while thinking that Pinkie’s mane was weird, but it’d be fun to go to a party.
As she walked out of school she told Momma Sweets about the party as they walked home, Sugary Sweets was a beige earth pony with a cherry red mane and emerald eyes. She gave a mirthful laugh before saying, “Well this Pinkie Pie sounds like an interesting pony. I don’t see why not, but you should probably make something as a housewarming gift if she’s new.”
“Alright, I think I’ll make some of my mint bon-bons,” Bon-Bon said with a dreamy smile. Even after a full day of school her mind kept wandering to Lyra. She wondered if she would dream of that pony again when she went to bed.
“I know that look. Is this Pinkie Pie a pony you like?” Sugary Sweets asked.
“Oh no. I was thinking about a pony I was dreaming about last night. Although Pinkie looks like she’s a nice filly,” Bon Bon replied.
“Well dreams are nice, but you should probably keep your eyes open for real life ponies. After all if you don’t see what’s right in front of you it might pass you by,” her mother said sagely.
“Alright, but still I wonder if a pony like her is out there,” Bon Bon said wistfully.
“I don’t know Bon Bon, but at least you’ll have fun at the party,” Sugary Sweets chuckled.
Lyra woke up to the glare of the morning sun. The maid having just finished pulling back the blinds. “Awww! I wanted to see what was going to happen next!” Lyra said, pulling the pillow over her head hoping to catch a glimpse of Bon Bon and the party. It almost looked like the pony she drew when she was younger that her mother threw in the fire saying that drawing was only going to take time away from her music.
But still that filly was adorable. If she ever met her it’d be amazing, but dreams like that don’t come true. She was taken from her revelry by the maid removing the pillow from her head, “Sorry young miss, but it’s time to get up. You know how Mistress gets about ponies being late.”
“I know, I know. I’m getting up,” Lyra said as she trudged out of the bed.
Lyra strolled into the room her mother, going over lists upon lists of schedules planning for her Cutie-cenera, her mother’s eyes scanned over her daughter calculatingly before she spoke up, “Good morning Lyra, I have good news.”
“Yes mother?”
“Celestia’s School For Gifted Unicorn’s music division has agreed to accept you in. I’ve pulled some strings and with your Cutie Mark finally appearing it’s been decided that you’ll be going to my and your father’s Alma Mater.”
“That’s good right?”
“Of course. You’ll have a great time following in your families grandiose legacy.”
“Okay. Mom I have a question.”
“Is it alright for a filly to love another filly like you and daddy love one another?”
“Well … While it’s true that there are 1.45 mares to ever stallion. That’s still close enough for you to find yourself a good stallion if you look hard enough and steal him before some other mare moves in. But if you aren’t lucky. As long as she’s a musician and a Unicorn. I don’t see a problem.”
“But what if she’s not a musician or a Unicorn? What if she’s an Earth Pony?”
“Seriously such treasonous talk. First you whine about candy, now you are talking about dirtying our blood line. Even though Earth Ponies are an inferior race, I could forgive you that almost, but we come from a line of musicians coming all the way from Melodious, the mare who two thousand years ago composed Ode to the Sun. Music flows through our veins and if you were to betray that bloodline you’d be betraying all of our ancestors. And I’ll be hearing no more of this non-sense. Go get your father we need to get things ready for your party tomorrow. Who knows we might find you a good colt to set you up with,” her mother said with a dismissive wave of the hoof.
Lyra trotted depressedly to her father’s study. As she trotted in her father who was looking over his business papers that were strewn around the desk. Looked at her down fallen features, and waved her over.
“My little brio? What’s the matter?” He said as he wrapped her in a hug.
“Mommy said that if I don’t marry a musician then she’ll disown me, and said that Earth Pony blood would dirty our bloodline,” Lyra sniffled into her father’s coat. Tears that were building up from her mother’s lecture bursting forth.
“There, there. I’ll say this. I’ll love you regardless of whom you fall in love with. Musician, not a musician. stallion, mare, something in between. Heck, even if you decide to marry a Clo … an Earth Pony. As long as you’re happy, and they bring happiness into your life. That’s all that matters,” He said comfortingly.
“You promise?” Lyra asked throwing weapons grade, puppy dog eyes at her father.
“I promise.”
“I love you daddy,” Lyra said as she nuzzled her father.
“I love you too. Now what else did you want to talk about?” He asked giving her a playful bop on the nose.
“Mother wanted to talk to you about my Cute-Cenera,” she replied as she wiggled her nose cutely in reaction to the nose bop.
“Well alright then. I’ll go talk to her about that, but remember as long as you're happy. Oh, and if you end up dating a candy maker you have to hook up your dear father with some sweets,” He said jovially as he ruffled her mane.
Bon Bon woke up surrounded by a pony pile of fillies. Memories of last nights party merged with the memories of Lyra’s day. Everything from the mean things Lyra’s mother said, to the relatively boring day after her father and her had that one talk. Wiggling around a bit she was surprised when the party evolved into an impromptu sleepover with Pinkie Pie and the various fillies that Pinkie had befriended. Their parents drawing the line at colts spending the night with their impressionable young fillies under the same roof.
Bon Bon looked over to see Pinkie Pie starring sleepily over at her, “Whose Lyra?” Pinkie asked with an adorable yawn.
“She’s a filly I dream I am when I go to sleep,” Bon Bon said with a giggle at the sight of Pinkie’s adorableness going up to 11 as her back legs twitched as she gave a yawn and stretch as Bon Bon replied to her question. Her fore legs making little kicks as her body was fighting to decide whether to stay awake or go back to sleep.
“So what’s she like?” Pinkie asked as she rolled onto her stomach.
“Well she’s a minty green unicorn who plays music on a lyre. And her mother’s really mean, but her dad’s really nice. She’s also a pony I drew a few years ago, and if she was real that’d be so cool,” Bon Bon nerdgasmed.
“She sounds nice, well I’m going to cook everyone breakfast. Do you want to join me?”
“Sure sounds like it’d be fun. Thank you Pinkie Pie for the sleepover,” Bon Bon said with a grin.
The two fillies spent the next hour getting breakfast prepared for the others. Pinkie supplying the pastries and Bon Bon with the confectioneries. Together they made a smorgasbord of delicacies for everyone as they waited for their parents to pick them up.
Her parents picked her up shortly after everyone else had left while her and Pinkie Pie were in the kitchen cleaning up. Sugary Sweets gave a giggle as Bon Bon accidentally fell into the sink from scrubbing a particular dish with too much enthusiasm, “Well at least we know you don’t need a bath. Do you two need any help?” She asked with a feminine titter.
“Mooomm,” Bon Bon whined, “We can do this.”
“Alright sweetie. Just dry up before you go, you wouldn’t want to turn into a raisin,” Sugary Sweet joked.
“Okay. Love you Momma Sweets,” Bon Bon said, still partially submerged in the sink with Pinkie Pie hunting for a towel to dry her off.
“Love you too. I’ll just be talking with the Cakes until you’re done,” Sugary Sweets said with a warm smile.
Pinkie Pie helped Bon Bon out of her impromptu bath and helped get her dry, “I really hope you meet her someday. Oh! Then we can throw her a “Happy You Really Exist,” party. Doesn’t that sound like it’d be fun?”
“It does. Now lets get the food ready for everypony, hopefully momma Sweets and momma Drops will let me stay for breakfast,” Bon Bon said patting dry the last bit of water from her fuzzy coat, “and I need to get a good shaving. I look like a coconut ball.”
It was several minutes later when they carried out the food cart laden with food, “Hey everypony we got breakfast!” Pinkie Pie sang to the group of ponies if various states of waking up.
“Well isn’t that nice, “ Mrs. Cake said ruffling Pinkie Pie’s mane in a motherly affectionate manner.
“Yepperoni!” Pinkie Pie said nuzzling her as she responded.
As everypony either got a togo bag of sweets or a plate depending on whether they were staying or going, Lemon Drops fluttered over to Bon Bon giving her an affectionate muzzle, “So I take it you had a good sleep over?”
“I did. Pinkie Pie’s quite nice when you get to know her. And I had another dream of Lyra last night. If only she was real I’d give her a hug,” She replied nuzzling her back.
“Why’s that?”
“Well her mom is really mean and said mean stuff. But her dad is pretty cool. And I really like Lyra, she’s a good pony,” Bon Bon said with a grin at the thought of her Minty dream pony friend.
“If she’s real I’m sure she’d appreciate the thought of you caring so much for her. But you might want to keep your eyes on a ponies right in front of you. After all you don’t want to miss out on your life by keeping your head in the clouds,” Lemon Drops said sagely.
It’s okay Lyra. I’ll wait for you. Even if it takes ages for us to meet. If you’re out there, wait for me.
Author's Note
Okay, so my editor didn't say anything about my fic, so I'm guessing that it's perfect, which is rare for me. But anywho, leave any comments or critiques you have, and I hope y'all enjoy the fic. It's largely experimental for me, and I decided that I should put this fic up after five months of waiting to see if I needed to fix anything.
Now onto the fics Golden Wings, I've gotten a third of chapter 12 [13] done, and I'm making good headway. As for RTTF's sequel, I've gotten one chapter down, and half of chapter 2 done. I'm working on a few other projects as well. But my main projects are making good headway. Just to let my followers know where things are standing.
10 years later
Lyra wasn’t sure when she was awake or asleep anymore, but it really didn’t bother her that much. She had just come back from dreaming she was Bon Bon, or was Bon Bon falling asleep dreaming she was Lyra. Either way was fine with her. She trotted to her dream journal and wrote down the things she experienced as Bon Bon, something Bon Bon had decided to start a few months after her promise to wait for her.
Hearing a knock on her dormitory door, she yelled out, “Come on in, the doors unlocked.”
Amethyst Star poked her head into the room and asked, “Hey Lyra! There’s some big announcement over at the South Wing, are you going?”
“Sure thing Ammy just writing down in my Dream Journal. I’ll be there in a bit,” Lyra replied distractedly.
“You’re dream girl again?” Amethyst joked.
“Hey she’s real! I just have yet to meet her,” Lyra huffed.
“Sure thing, but you seriously are missing out on some fine flank at this school. You already have like what? ten secret admirers? You need to hop on that before you miss out on what it means to be a student here,” Amethyst commented softly.
“I know but I got be ready for her, and the others here just don’t interest me all that much.”
“Well I’m just saying, as your friend, and as somepony who cares about you. I don’t want to see a repeat of the sleeping pills inciden you had a few years back.”
“And I thank you for helping me through that, but I’m fine. I’ll be there shortly.”
Amethyst Star closed the door after giving a short farewell leaving Lyra to her thoughts. It was a year ago when she thought she could spend more time as Bon on if she didn’t have to wake up. Her parents after nine years of her mother’s tyranny, and maliciousness finally split up. Her younger sister Portamento had the bad luck of it starting on her 4th birthday and having it rage for months afterwards stuck between the two.
Added onto the whole stress of a prestigious school having her attend not only their music department but advanced placement classes in her general studies eventually got too much for her and she started doseing herself with sleep medication so she could live as Bon Bon where things were brighter and filled with actual happiness.
One night she overdosed and if it wasn’t for her room mate seeing the bottle of pills she might not of have survived it. Although she always wondered if she died if she would stay as Bon Bon or would Bon Bon die as well. Not wanting to do something that stupid again she decided that it would be best to just deal with it. And with the help of her friends and student counselor was able to get out of her depression and move on.
Bon Bon during that time was disappointed with her, but ever since she got better Lyra had been living life to its fullest and tried to be a mare that Bon Bon was proud of as she slept, or woke up whichever of the two it was. Coming out of her thoughts she looked at the display board with new announcements and important events for the coming month. It was there she saw a sign signalling a trip to Ponyville for those who wanted to go for Cultural Enrichment. Something that the previous years had spent in more obscure and out of the way places for the school to learn about Equestria in a more hoofs on experience.
Leaping with joy, Lyra rushed to the front desk to sign up before all the slots could be filled. It was just a few weeks away and hopefully those weeks would fly by. Finally she could see Bon Bon and show to herself that she was really real. Or have the past 10 years fall down around her ears as those lifetimes came crashing down around her.
Bon Bon woke up after a day full of insecurity and hope from Lyra. After ten years she was still in love with Lyra as she was when they first met. There was a while when she was sad that she was missing out on Lyra’s life. Even though it wasn’t as great as hers, seeing her other self wasting away, was something that was just depressing. For both of them. But thankfully she had tons of great friends to help her when Bon Bon slept to live her other life.
Over the years it was confusing at times. Waking up and not knowing if she was Bon Bon or Lyra, but then she’d meet her friends here and would live a life filled with joy so that Lyra would have something to balance out the trials in her own life. It took her awhile to write all the main important things in her Dream Journal, but when it was finished it suddenly hit her that Lyra was coming to Ponyville. And if that wasn’t just wishful thinking than in a few days Pinkie Pie would have a great party set up, and Bon Bon could prove to everypony that Lyra wasn’t just a figment of her imagination.
She trotted out of her store that she earned a few years ago and went to the Cake’s Confectionary Emporium, her greatest customer and Pinkie Pie’s residence. After entering she saw her pink friend dashing about the store in a blur fixing orders of the place that was packed almost wall to wall with customers. Giving a giggle she called out, “Need help Pinkie?!”
Pinkie Pie stopped her rush for a second her body vibrating with the need to move, “Sure thing Bon Bon, do you want the front or the back?”
“Front. Where are the Cakes anyways?” on Bon replied as she went to the cash register to get ready to help with the front of the shop.
“They needed to get somethings. I don’t know, but they trusted me with the shop and we got a huge rush just now. Thank you thank you thank you so much! Well I’ll get everything up for you,” Pinkie said in a rush as she disappeared into the back room.
Half an hour later the rush ended and Pinkie Pie sat resting herself on Bon Bon while steam and puffs of smoke were emitted from her head giving Bon Bon a free Sauna. Bon Bon gave her a light squeeze before laughing, “You remember our first sleepover when we cooked a mountain of sweets for everypony?”
“And you fell into the sink? Yeah that was fun. I’m super duper, great full that you stopped over and helped but what can Pinkie Pie do for you?”
“Well Lyra’s coming over in about a week as the CSFGU has some kind of field trip over here. Do you think that you can make a party for her? A super special one?” Bon Bon asked. Giving puppy dog eyes to her friend.
“You don’t need to use those on me Bons. Of course I’ll be happy to help you get hooked up with your dreamy marefriend. Who happens to be in your dreams. Which I always found to be really romantic. I don’t get a marefriend in my dreams. I just dream of Mr. Fuzzybottom and Mrs. Squeechi raising an army of marshmallows to fight my chocolate graham cracker soldiers. Then Spike comes along and makes them S’mores. And stuff like that,” Pinkie Pie rambled.
“Whose Spike?”
“Oh! Who?”
“Spike.”
“A dragon.”
“A dragon?”
“Yep a dragon.”
“You know a dragon?”
“Well how else would I know about him if he never said his name?”
“Pinkie Pie I know you enough to know you’re not as random as you appear … but you are weird,” Bon Bon said playfully giving Pinkie Pie a playful punch on the shoulder.
“Thanks. So I guess I should get started. But if you both live each other’s lives. I can’t plan it with you around or it won’t be a surprise for her. Don’t worry though it’ll be the greatest party I’ve ever thrown. Although I can’t wait till season 3 where I get to throw an Alicorn party,” Pinkie said in a rush as she scooted Bon Bon out.
I rarely know half of the stuff she talks about sometimes. But she’s a good mare. If I didn’t know better than I’d say she’s got a crush on me, hopefully after I get Lyra, I can get her a marefriend of her own. And who knows someday she might be as happy as I am. Now that, that is out of the way I can focus on getting things ready for Lyra.
Lyra sat in the train heading to Ponyville a wide assortment of other CSFGU students packed with in the boxcar talking excitedly about what they’d do when they go there. Lyra on the other hand held her lyre tightly as one would a stuffed animal for comfort. One of her friends Vinyl Scratch who had entered the University on a scholarship and had became fast friends with her over the years.
“So Lyra, are you psyched about seeing Ponyville?” Vinyl asked while throwing her left foreleg casually over Lyra’s shoulders.
Giving a shrug, she silently nodded while holding her lyre tighter to herself. Vinyl used her free hoof to push her glasses down her muzzle so Lyra could see her crimson eyes, “Hey, what’s the matter? You couldn’t stop talking about this place and finally meeting this Bon Bon chick. You should be ecstatic right about now.”
“It’s just … what if it was all a dream? What if this is the dream? And regardless of what’s happening now either of us are going to be sorely disappointed?” Lyra said in a whisper.
“Listen to me okay?” Vinyl said bringing Lyra into a hug with both hooves, “You’ve done nothing but talk about how she’s your inspiration for music, and how you live everyday trying to be a mare she can be proud of. Right?”
Lyra remained silent but gave a small nod into Vinyl’s chest, “Well the way I see it. Either she’s there and half of the University’s mares are going to be jealous. Or she’s not. But if she isn’t then that just means that she’s still a pony that can inspire your dreams, in your dreams. But you’ll always have your friends here, and we’ll always be here for you. Don’t forget that.”
Giving Lyra another squeeze Vinyl went to walk off before she felt a hoof touch her, “Hey Vinyl … thanks. I guess I’m just a little scared that’s all.”
“Nothing to be scared of. I bet when you leave this train you’ll be love attacked by this Bon Bon and I’ve brought my camera to commemorate the occasion,” Vinyl said laughing, “Just don’t worry. Walk out there head held high, and everything’ll turn out fine.”
As Vinyl left Lyra felt that energy and confidence that she had when she signed the trip papers. Feeling invigorated and ready for anything, she gave her lyre a quick strum and smiled as the train pulled into station.
Bon Bon never was this excited before. She sat outside the station waiting as the train pulled up. This was the time she saw Lyra say she’d arrive. This was either all or nothing. Looking around she saw a bunch of ponies staring at her strangely.
And it wasn’t a surprise why. Her nervicited jitters had her vibrating as hard as if she had streamlined a case of Red Minotaur, got a muzzlefull of Zebrican Marching Powder, then decided to down a jug of Pinkie’s borderline-legal Wake Up Juice™.
As the train pulled up she returned her attention to the passengers leaving the train. Her eyes darting from pony to pony looking for her mare. As the crowds slowed down her vibrating slowed and her ears drooped just as an aquamarine unicorn stepped out scanning the crowds. With renewed gusto she let out a squeal and galloped towards the pony like a beige colored missile before plowing into her. Straddled ontop of her Bon Bon looked down and saw the shocked and confused look of Lyra looking back at her.
“You’re real!” Bon Bon screamed enthusiastically.
“Y-Y-You’re real! As in really real?” Lyra asked her brain having shut down upon being used as a crash test ponyquin, and seeing Bon Bon in the flesh.
Rather than the normal route of replying. Bon Bon gave Lyra a deep, passionate kiss. While sloppy considering it was their first, it didn’t lessen it in the slightest. As a loud cheer and hoof stomping resounded around them. As their kiss came to an end they both shared a single thought, I guess dreams really do come true.
~Fin~
Author's Note
So that ends Bon-Conception!, a dream within a dream, within a dream. Or was it real? I'll let people speculate before giving a definitive answer.
Also the dream Pinkie Pie had of Spike. I actually had a dream with Pinkie Pie and Spike with that happening. Pinkie Pie and her paper sailor hat being general of the marshmallow army was heart explodingly adorable.
My next fic I'm going to publish is either the Sweetie Belle Connection Sequel, or my second foray into the LunaVerse, a contemplation fic of the series so far through Celestia's [Corona's] eyes and POV.
