Away from Home

Mush Presents

A ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’ Fanfic

‘Away from Home’

Lyra’s story

Lyra was sat at her table scowling at an empty plate in front of her.

“Hurry up Bon-Bon! This plate requires cake and at the moment it is lacking.” Lyra complained in the direction of the kitchen. She then looked back down at her plate. “Don’t worry Mr. Plate, you won’t be lonely for long.”

Bon-Bon poked her head around the doorframe from the kitchen, not looking pleased. “I am the one baking this cake, not you. Maybe if you got off of your lazy flank and helped the cake would be ready sooner.”

Lyra just sat at the table, looking between Bon-Bon and the plate on the table. “But that requires effort on my part, and you know where I stand on that.” Lyra retorted.

Bon-Bon turned away, muttering to herself. “Knowing you, you wouldn’t stand on anything.” Bon-Bon went back to making their cake. ‘Lyra really is very lazy, and she never does anything around the house.’ Bon-Bon thought to herself. ‘But she is a good friend, and she did warn me about that one colt being a paedofilly. What did I see in him? And this is her house after-all, she lets me stay here for free. So maybe she isn’t so...’

“CAKE. NOW.”

‘Never mind’. Bon-Bon finished her mental reasoning about her lazy friend and put the now finished cake on a plate and balanced it on her back. “Coming Lyra. One Sec.”

Bon-Bon rounded the doorframe to the dining room, making sure the cake stayed put. She saw her friend leaning forwards on the chair, slightly drooling at the cake.

Lyra couldn’t believe her eyes, the cake was marvellous. The chocolate centre of the cake, between the two puffy layers of chocolaty minty goodness, was slowly leaking out of the cake toward the plate. Every step Bon-Bon took shook the cake. The thick, creamy icing wobbled and the cream and strawberry mountain on top swayed like some kind of creamy pendulum.

“Oh I can’t wait.” Lyra rubbed her front hooves together. “This cake will be... indescribable.”

Suddenly, right in front of Lyra’s face, the room was filled with a bright white light emitting from where Bon-Bon was. The light was blinding and Lyra shielded her eyes with her hoof, sadly this had little effect.

After a few seconds of extremely bright light, the room returned to its normal state. Lyra removed her hoof and opened her eyes, expecting to see Bon-Bon.

However, all she saw was the remnants of the cake spread out on the floor, and shortly after that incident, Lyra blacked out. Unbeknownst to her, she was also enveloped by a white light that disintegrated into nothing.

Lyra stirred out of her impromptu sleep when a large droplet of rain decided to land on her muzzle and took a trip into her open mouth. The cold sensation caused her to blink her eyes open slowly, only to have another drop follow its friend’s advise and land directly in Lyra’s eye.

“Ahh. Stinging... Okay Bon-Bon, I am awake, what happened.” Lyra stood up in the now torrential downpour blinking. “Turn the shower off. It must’ve been one crazy...” Lyra opened her eyes fully now that the water was out. “Night.” She just let her statement hang, as did her jaw.

Lyra looked around and quickly realised she was standing in the middle of a small street lined with identical buildings. However, these buildings were nothing like the ones back in Ponyville, they were not as brightly coloured, although one building was thatched at the end of the street. Lyra turned to look down the other way, seeing what she could through the torrent. Same small houses with little plots of land in front lined the street the other way as far as she could see before it bent around a corner. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a little green street sign. She trotted over to it to read where she was, maybe she was in Manehatten. ‘Trotting Lane’ was all that the sign said. At least she was still in Equestria, probably some small town. She had given up in wanting to know what happened to her; she thought it best if she didn’t know.

Lyra shivered. This rain was getting cold. She turned to the nearest house and walked up the small path to the door; she raised her hoof to knock but paused just before. ‘What if these ponies don’t like guests?’ she thought to herself. She shivered again. ‘But who would say no to a cold pony, especially when that pony is Lyra Heartstrings, Ponyville’s number one Lyrist? Nopony, that’s who, now knock on that door’. Her conscience had stroked her ego enough for her to try a tentative knock on the door.

There was no reply.

She banged a bit harder. ‘The pony inside was probably asleep’.

However there was still no reply and now she thought about it, the lights were off inside and it didn’t look to lively to begin with. She began to consider trying the next house, but thought against it, besides, she was dry here on the doorstep as the little porch kept the rain off of her. Without much thought, she curled back up into a little minty green ball and slid off to a cold, wet sleep. Dreaming about the cake that turned out to be a lie.

“Rain. Not what I need on a Monday.” Alice complained to herself as she drove along the small windy roads leading home. “Seriously, it was like, 20 degrees a week ago. Julys aren’t what they used to be.”Alice drove at a slow pace around the streets in the early evening. For this time of year it was extremely dark for 7pm, but that would coincide with the monumental downpour.

She took the turn into Trotting Lane slowly, making sure no-one came out of the Pub at the corner of the road in a drunken daze. It was a nice Pub, and definitely an old one. The entire town was old, but the pub was the only building to retain its thatched roof. Alice gently pulled up in-front of her house and reached over to get her coat. She was dry now, and she was definitely not getting wet between the car and her house.

Opening the car door and setting foot outside to a small splash. She hurried toward her door, looking for her house keys. It was only when she actually got to her door that she tripped over a small mint green package on her doorstep.

She looked down at the blob to notice that it had ears and tightly shut eyes, not to mention the fact that now she looked at it, it also had legs. ‘Who has a mint green dog anyways?’ was her first thought. Her second thought was ‘Better bring the poor thing inside, looks frozen’. Alice gently unlocked the door and slid her arms slowly under the sleeping green thing. ‘I have no idea what you are, but you’re damn cute.’

Alice gently carried it inside and set it down on the nearest sofa. She turned around and shut the door slowly as not to wake it. She also undid her coat zip very slowly and crept to garage to hang it up. She opened the door and turned the light at the switch, where a spider was having a nap.

“GAAAAHHHH!” Alice screamed at the top of her voice as the relatively large garage spider ran as fast as it could along her arm and onto her torso. “GETOFFGETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!” She screamed at the little devil. She tried to swat it with an umbrella but accidentally smashed a vase with her elbow. Eventually, the spider decided to jump off of Alice and scamper into a box of magazines.

From the other room, she heard the thing wake up.

“Oh bloody hell.”

A/N

Sorry this took a while, I had college to tend to. I'll try to be quicker, but no promises.