Chapter: Bon Bon Bon Bon

After dinner we went back to our car but we didn’t get in it. Instead we went for a stroll through the park in the setting sun because it’s romantic.

The park was a long thin strip of land along the riverbank. Our car was parked on the east side closest to the restaurant. There was a paved walkway that went through the park up to the river. Actually, there were multiple walkways that did that, so we just took the first one.

We went along this walkway for a little bit, but then we stopped and looked at the playground. It was a really big playground floored in soft fibery bark shavings packed tightly by millions of tiny steps. There were two play structures, one medium-sized one and one large one that kind of seemed more like two play structures built into one. There were always kids who played here, every day and every time of the day, even when they were supposed to be in school.

There were also benches on the walkways bordering the playground where parents would sit. These benches were always occupied by parents watching their kids playing. I can hardly remember these benches ever being empty because there always seemed to be parents sitting in them. It was only once or twice when I saw a non-parent sitting on the benches, but a bear looking intently through a pair of binoculars in the direction of the playground. He must have been birdwatching.

I observed the kids playing on the playground. I used to play on that playground sometimes and sometimes I still felt like playing there. I could play on the playground whenever I wanted now that I was an adult, but then people would stare at me. But then again, I had been escorting a pony through the downtown area and nobody gave a shit. Would anybody care if mine and Bonbon’s kids played here? But that would only be if somebody took them. I could take them. I love coming here, and I would be glad to take them to the park whenever it was necessary. I wanted my kids to have the privilege of coming to this park. My dad never took me to the park. The only reason why dads don’t take their children to the park is because they don’t love their kids. But I promised to love my kids. Very much.

I shed a single tear while thinking about my father’s neglect of my physical and emotional needs. Then I shed another tear because only shedding one tear is gay. Then I shed another tear because I couldn’t remember how many tears I had shed. Then I shed many more tears just to make sure.

“Are you crying?” asked Bonbon.

“Yes,” I said.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because my father never loved me,” I said.

“I know that feel,” she said.

“Wow, your father never loved you either?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s really sad.”

“Wow, we have so much in common!” I exclaimed.

“We sure do!” she said.

We left the playground and arrived at a junction in the paths. We took a path leading south until we reached the southern tip of the park. At this point, there is a large globe surrounded by a high iron gate. It’s supposed to be some sort of new age United Nations internationalist world peace art or something. Bonbon and I wondered about the fence and why it was there. I suggested that it might be a deterrent against graffiti, but Bonbon shot down the silly idea. We eventually agreed that it’s symbolic of the New World Order’s desire to entrap and enslave the earth, and to keep it away from the ‘unenlightened.’

Then we looped around the globe and began walking northward on a path which overlooked the riverbank. We eventually reached an amphitheater. The amphitheater was one of those amphitheaters that’s dug into the earth and where levels are created by shallow stone retaining walls. There was a brick stage jutting off of the path we were on which looked out onto the grassy seating area. These things are usually used for hippie rock concerts, but nobody was using the amphitheater that night. Bonbon walked out onto the stage and recited the Horatio speech from Hamlet using a real human skull. I sat in the audience and clapped when she was done, then asked her where she got the skull. She said that she took it from Lyra, who only seemed to be interested in the hands and feet.

We continued northward along the path while Bonbon told me all about her and Lyra’s stint as serial killers. They only targeted humans, even though all of this took place before Jakass built the portal. Then she stopped when one night they were lounging in a second-rate motel room after finishing one of their jobs. Bonbon had found a bible in the nightstand between the two beds and began reading it. It was then when she decided to give up her crime because she had found Jesus. Then she joined a hardcore church and became a hardcore Christian. But she wasn’t a homophobic Christian, because homophobia is for fags.

We reached the north end of the park, so we turned around and went back to the parking lot. Just before we went back to our car, we went over to the Carousel and looked at it for a bit. I asked Bonbon what she thought about the carousel and she said that she used to shop at Rarity’s all the time, but then she lost all respect for her after she had read ‘All-American Girl.’ I told her that I had never read ‘All-American Girl,’ but that I was surprised at how favorable its ratings are despite its notoriety. Daisy Jo Martinez, who for some strange reason was also in the park even though my town is nowhere near Winchester, Virginia, told me that I spend way too much time on Derpibooru. To this I agreed.

Then my pony waifu and I got back into our car. Bonbon really needed to sit down because I had just made her walk the greater part in a mile and she was wearing high heels. Still, she insisted on continuing with me without taking any rests because she’s that committed.
We drove back in the direction of the parkade, except we turned right one block early. We continued for two blocks, then at the end of the block we turned left into a small and cramped parking structure attached to a department store. We parked the car and then went into the department store proper. This was the same department store that I had said was Bonbon’s favorite earlier, and we spent a really long time going around and buying stuff for Bonbon. For some reason the store had a wide variety of pony outfits that were exactly her size, even though hardly any ponies lived in the town. We also got a really good deal on the merchandise because the cashier’s favorite color was moderate cobalt blue.

We put the crap in the car and then got into the car. We started the car and then left the parking garage at the same place where we came in. We drove east two blocks and then turned right, drove south for two blocks, then I kept going straight even though the street ended at the intersection. I drove my car onto a lawn, then made a hard right turn and kept going straight for about fifty feet. Then I drove into a fountain and parked my car in a fountain because I’m awesome like that.

We stepped out of the car and into the fountain without getting wet. Then we locked the car and got out of the fountain and walked over to the entrance of a great big marble government building. We entered the great big marble government building and went up the stairs to the second floor. We found an office which was mostly empty except for a very official looking desk and some really old chairs and cupboards and things against the walls.

Then Bonbon closed the door and said, “We’re alone for the time being, and you know what?”

“What?” I ask, raising an eyebrow curiously.

She gets on her hind legs and places her hooves on my shoulders so she can whisper three words in my ear: “I’m in heat.”

Author's Note

Finally, the sex you've all been waiting for! Just one click away!

Boy, I'm putting poor Bon Bon through a lot, aren't I?