Bon-bon goes to anger management.

by WaffleMuffin

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance, Comedy
Length: 37570

Anger management, adventure, mental and emotional challenges. HILARITY 4th wall breaking

Bon-bon, the quiet hard working marefriend of Lyra. Its no surprise that Bon-bon can come under stress at times. But with Lyra's obsession on humans, her job and life starting to crack at the beige pony's sanity. She finally snaps, hilarity ensues as she's thrown into group therapy with some of Ponyville's strangest residents.
A journey of self discovery unfolds, testing Bon-bon's mental health as well as her relationship.
-Contains random to chaotic scenes meant to tear away at a pony's sanity-

How much can one mare deal with?
[Experimental fic with roller coaster emotions]
[Rated teen for foul language, some adult themes]

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Editor & Proof reader: Stachepony

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-16 11:23:52 UTC

Prologue

Bon-Bon goes to anger management.

By: Wafflemuffin

|Prologue|

“Calm, that’s right, just a deep breath… one, two…”

A beige pony stood outside the doorway to her basement, puffing out her chest in preparation to what dismay would lay behind the wooden door. The house was in a horrible mess; dirty linen, dishes, food scraps, books and scattered papers that covered the carpeted floors, making it difficult to navigate through the living room. The papers were worst of all, nothing but sketches of these things that Lyra had obsessed over for years. It had become concerning, creepy almost…

Bon-bon would sometimes find Lyra standing in a bipedal stance in front of the bathroom mirror, just staring at herself in a proud position. Well, today was the day that it would come to an end! Bon-bon had tolerated a lot of her marefriend's strange hobbies and spontaneous activity swings, but this time it had gone too far.

“Three!”

Bon-bon pushed the door open hard enough for the hinges to crack as it slammed against the wall behind it. Oops, a little too hard. She stood proud as she was going to put her hoof down! Lyra’s obsession had intensified in the last week, resulting in important chores being quite neglected. Even Bon-bon’s prized little garden out the front of their quaint two storey home, had become victim to the violating grasp of ravenous snails and aphids! All because of these, bloody, FUCKING CELESTIA DAMNED- Ahem! She could not afford to lose her cool now, even if Lyra did allow the destruction of Bon-bon's pride and joy. One of the few things outside her baking skills she could show off to the neighbors...

Bon-bon cantered down a narrow set of wooden plank stairs, coming to a sudden halt to the sound of… welding? BY LUNA’S MOON NO! The beige pony’s eye twitched hard enough to send a whole spasm through her body, and she galloped towards a sight that would put a carriage workshop to shame. Her nervous twitch returned as her fears were confirmed: spotting the unmoving legs of her love poking out from underneath her work.

Give Lyra an instrument and she would play it, sure. No harm done and everypony is happy, right? Give her a power tool and… Fff… why don’t you just give Cherilee some Applejack Daniels whiskey and latex S&M equipment before she goes to work, HUH!?  She blinked at her sanity chiseling thought... Oh my…

Once again, Bon-bon had to shake away the thoughts that were boiling inside of her. It was becoming quite daunting to be even a tiny bit annoyed, since it now constantly escalates into a violent rage that made her teeth hurt from the sub-conscience grinding. Always bottling it all in.

Regardless of Bon-bon’s odd temper, she approached a large steel contraption, fitted with four wheels and looking quite similar to the Flim Flam brother’s vehicle that came rolling into town that one fateful day of the cider event.

“Lyra?” She spoke out, her voice croaking as she failed to make a tone of authority.

Needless to say, the mint green pony laying under the large metallic contraption with only her hind legs exposed and with a magical welder on at full blast, she didn’t hear her marefriend.

“Lyra?” Bon-bon tried again, this time more successful in her stern, yet not angry voice.

…

“Lyra!” Once again.

Lyra's only response was just a few more sizzles of the metallic sheets or pipes, or WHATEVER was being put together. And oh, how Bon-bon could feel the kettle in her body start to whistle, her face becoming red and hot like steaming pot.

“…Lyra, sweetie?” She spoke as soon as the crackling sounds of the welder paused. The perfect window of opportunity to sound so helpless, meek and in dire need for a cuddle…

A moment of silence passed, staring pensively at the cute hind legs of her partner, waiting in suspense for some sort of reaction. Then finally they moved, but sadly only for Lyra to scratch her flank with a small grumble of annoyance, the welding starting up again at full blast.

And there Bon-bon stood, just staring at Lyra as she was lost in her own little world with humans, again…

Feeling like she didn't exist crushed her. She had been pushed around so much, ignored, under-appreciated, overworked. Finding herself constantly scavenging for bits when Lyra would be too lazy to play out in the park for tips! All those bills that ended in the overdue pile were enough to drive a pony mad. But Bon-bon always forced a smile in these harsh times, whispering sweet nothings to her marefriend that things would be OK. But the word 'stressful' was an understatement to Bon-bon's life. It had all bottled up, for three long years, and now the bottle was about to blow.

Her eyes and small frown soon began to wash over with a sinister-no, wicked-NO, downright demon possessed expression. Eyes twitched in rapid rhythms, her lips curving into a wide grin, then out to a fang-like bearing look of aggression. Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling as she started to hyperventilate.

And then it happened. She bit her bottom lip...

"Fffff........FFFUUUUU"

A radio blared with static before the low voice of a mature mare could be heard. She began speaking with various numbers before detailing the whereabouts of various police units across Ponyville. Bon-bon and Lyra’s home were one of the… hot spots, with various law enforcement units at the scene. A police carriage and numerous bystanders stood by, watching the domestic violence unfold.

“Suspect is in custody, pair a’ filly foolers, got a live one down here. We’re heading back to the station soon as we get her in the wagon” A police stallion at the scene muttered into the radio piece, conveniently clipped near his shoulder. He looked less than enthusiastic, shaking his head once the violent pony from inside the residence was being dragged out.

He and a few other officers at the scene created a pony wall, so bystanders wouldn’t get so close. At the same time, all the residents were in an uproar of chatter amongst themselves. They didn’t have a clue what was going on in that perfect coupl-

“I’ll FUCKING cut you, bitch! Get your hooves off of me! Don’t you know who I am!? NO! Put me down this INSTANT!“

Bon-bon flailed out her hind legs, with her forelegs cuffed and her whole body suspended in air by the combined magic of two unicorn officers walking out the doorway. Both officers were completely ignoring her volatile and violent behavior. Well, it was just another day in Ponyville. Her hair was a total mess, and mare oh mare, did she have a mouth on her! Mothers covered the ears of their young, shaking their heads in utter disgust to the beige pony's outbursts.

“LYRA! Get the fuck out here! Don’t you dare call my father about this! I swear to Celestia if you- Hey! Put that down!”

The officers threw Bon-bon into the back of the jail carriage, slamming and locking it with one deft motion of their magic. It was a nonstop profanity filled fiesta, with the beige pony screaming and cursing in the back of the carriage, slamming her body left and right in the confines of her arrest.

“YOU CUNTS!” She shouted as she kept playing pinball with herself.

The crowd of onlookers gasped at the words of the well-known-to-be polite and quiet mare. Quite frankly everpony was more surprised that out of all the potential, mentally unstable ponies that lived among the community, Bon-bon was the one to be carted off like this?!

A shaking and sobbing Lyra sat in her un-pony like position in the back of an ambulance. She quivered with a blanket tightly wrapped around her frame, staring into empty space as the moments that had just occurred, replayed over and over again in her mind. Nurse Redheart sat beside her with a clipboard, nonchalantly taking notes of Lyra’s condition and her assumptions on what she could gather.

“Hmmm, so you say she’s never been like this before?”

“N-No, never, we’ve known each other for so long, and Bon-bon has never EVER” Lyra slammed her hoof on the door of the ambulance, emphasizing her shock “Done something like this… She just lost it, and destroyed the whole basement!”

“Mmhm…” Nurse Redheart seemed to look more occupied with the sight of her writing. Mumbling the words with the pencil in her lips, she spit out the pencil to speak once more, to herself more than Lyra. “Bon-bon, age, 20 years old, no foals, parents from Manehattan, works as both an independent baker and confectioner for hire.” She glanced to Lyra, eyes narrowing as if Lyra was quite hard to look at, and sighed before she continued “Partner is a musician, active hobbyist… Yep, a ticking time bomb.”

Now only fate would decide what would happen to the cream colored pony. Still putting up a fight as the carriage was soon carted away to Ponyville police headquarters. Lyra just could not bear the sight of watching Bon-bon go, keeping her eyes pointed downwards.

“Anger management?!” Bon-bon shrieked, standing before the judge. She had spent a whole night in jail and looked like an absolute mess, looking as if she, Well… spent a whole night in jail!

Previously she had woken up to have a very brief interview with a psychologist in her cell. She was prodded with numerous amounts of personal questions that put her on edge. The inquiries were quite invasive, involving the more intimate parts of her life, with work, Lyra and her community participations, plus family and other friends.

Tripping over her own words, Bon-bon was still trying to come to terms with what happened last night, barely even able to remember this ‘night of terror’ as the judge so coolly put it. But a swing of the gavel later, Bon-bon was placed in an anger management program, or else she would have to face a heavy fine, possibly jail!

“…Oh, fuck…” Bon-bon’s voice squeaked under her breath, lowering her head in shame as she was ushered off by a bailiff and out onto the streets of Ponyville.

Her hair was a mess, the streaks of her two different colors swirling into a look of bubblegum stuck under a school desk. She sighed to her predicament, but perked her head up once she heard the hoofsteps of her marefriend approach.

They both stood a few pony-lengths apart, unable to make eye contact. An awkward moment dawned onto them for the first time since they first met, but sure enough, Lyra finally broke the silence.

“Hey…”

“Hi…”

Before the silence could return and linger on further, Bon-bon spoke up. Her eyes welling up with tears, guilt riddled on her fatigued face.

“Oh, Lyra! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me, I’ve never have lost my composure like that before, please forgive me! I’ll never do-“

“Bonnsy… It’s OK… Its sorta my fault too, you know?” Lyra cut her off, rubbing the back of her mane with uncertainty.

Bon-bon just wanted to hug her marefriend, but she also feared the reaction Lyra might have if she stepped towards her. It was painful, to say the least. Dark circles started to appear near Bon-bon’s hooves, a soft sob barely able to be heard once Bon-bon hid her face in shame.

Without a word, Lyra closed the distance between them, hugging the beige pony with both forelegs wrapping around Bon-bon’s neck. Bon-bon could do nothing more but bawl her eyes out for a few minutes, murmuring soft apologies and promises it wouldn’t happen again. After a couple more minutes, the two of them pulled away from the hug and smiled to each other, gazing into the pairs of irises they love so-

“WOO! Saw you on COPS last night Bon-bon! FIGHT THE POWER!” A flamboyant Rainbow Dash soared overhead, her flight that sliced up the air was enough to catch the couple’s attention, and her words making their maws gape and hit the ground, just as she flew off in a blur of a rainbow trail.

“C-Cops!?” They repeated in unison, quickly realizing that many of the residents of Ponyville were engrossed in their closeness in public, quick to turn their gazes away once they took notice of the onlookers… They must have been watching TV last night.

It was one thing that their neighborhood saw the display of domestic violence, but being on Equestria TV network!? The hit of overwhelming embarrassment came hard, and the both of them wanting to just skip town, change identities! Maybe even dye the color of their manes, whole furs if they had to!

A sudden slap of Lyra’s flank had the two of them yelp, both turning to meet the eyes with a very intoxicated Berry Punch who was walking- well staggering, away the court, having followed Bon-bon out. She was always so affectionate when she was inebriated, which was 90% of the time…

“Heya Bonsy, hey Laylay, keepin’ that flank sexy as ever I see. Hyuck…” A laugh stammered at her tongue before bellowing out in a guffaw. It was enough to have Bon-bon’s familiar rage start to violently twitch at her eye again. Did you just touch MY mare!? The already built up stress in Bon-bon's psyche was at a breaking point, and she growled at Berry.

"You... fucking-"

“Papers say yer group therapy classss…” Berry said, interrupting Bon-bon’s seething words “starts tommaraw… Seeya then!!”  She gave a flail of her hoof to wave goodbye, trotting off in some random direction.

“Group’ therapy?” The couple repeated in unison. It was shocking to both the mares that watched Berry stagger off, bumping her nose into a tree and cursing before she disappeared behind a bush. Most likely blacking out and sleep in it, quite classy!

Lyra was the one most concerned with the mention of psychiatric help rather than having her flank spanked. Would her mooching days finally come to an end!?

“Y-You have to go to group therapy?!”

“Y-Yes! Well, no! The judge said it was just anger management!”

“With ponies like her!?” Lyra gave a disgusted look, thinking just what sort of nut cases her love would be surrounded by.

“I KNOW! SHUTUP! Luna, fucking DAMMIT! I know… I know…” Bon-bon trailed off, disgusted with her outburst that caused Lyra to flinch, just as she feared.

They had to suck it up. They've been through worse, like Discord and all. But will this strange beast of bubbling rage that once slumbered within Bon-bon be too much for their relationship to handle? And who are the other ponies that are going to be in tomorrow's session? There was only one way to find out. But for now, the both of them shared a look of uncertainty.

"...Angry sex?" Lyra suggested after a pause with a blank expression.

"Yes. Now" Bon-bon slapped Lyra's flank, ushering her towards the direction of their still dirty home, about to reek of something else.

Author’s notes: Big thanks to alafreo for proof reading/editing this! This chapter would not be as good without you!

What was just a little spit of an idea, turned into something else I suppose.

CH.1 Smiles and ****ing sunshine!

CH.1 Smiles and ****ing sunshine!

Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 1: Smiles and *BLEEP*ing sunshine!

My name is Bon-bon...

I'm not sure what just happened, it all happened so fast. Somehow I've just been thrown into some therapy system with one of the most obnoxious mares in all of Ponyville. I have a splitting headache, I really hope this blows over soon.

I hope my mother wasn't watching TV last night...

By Celestia’s gift, the sun had risen. The warmth of the solar rays soaked into the vast greenery of Sweet Apple Acres. Soon the light of the new day would be hitting the windows of Ponyville homes, accompanied by a song of celebration from the birds that stretched awake from their nests. It was a beautiful morning, Saturday morning to be exact. On these days of such solace, the early morning would welcome the hard working ponies whom worked tirelessly to bring the fruits –and vegetables, of their labor to the market.

Carriages big and small were carted closer towards the market grounds, just off to the side of town square. For any pony that had the will to tear away from their sheets, they would be rewarded with the options of either juicy organic foods, or freshly baked sweets. Sugar Cube Corner was one of few places that would be open on a Saturday. After all, how would some ponies be able to function without their hits of intense sugary goodness? One Pegasus in particular…

“Mmmmmuffin!” A wall eyed, grey Pegasus fluttered about above the roofs of Ponyville. Making an unnecessary, “Om nomnom,” as she bit down on one of her many muffins she held between her foreleg and chest.

Her eyes closed as her cheeks became full in the sweet, warm taste of freshly baked blueberry muffins tantalizing her taste buds. Giggling madly in mid-flight, her joy caused her to spiral with her wings at full span. She moaned as she chewed, gulped, then took in a whole other muffin. Saturdays were just perfect.

“Mnnff, mn, Thish batch o’ muffimz sure ah tashtier th- mnn ushual-“

WHAM

Her face and the chewed up muffin in her mouth splattered across Lyra and Bon-bon’s bedroom window.

Lyra sprung onto her hindquarters in mid gasp from the alarming noise, freezing just as she reached her sitting position with a loud audible popping noise resonating from her lower back. She let out a strained yell, falling back onto the mattress, looking as though she threw out her back. By now, Ditzy Doo had disappeared from the window, leaving the remnants of muffin paste across the glass.

“Ow! Owie ow! Ouhh… My back!” Lyra whined as she remained in fetal position, her back facing Bon-bon who only moaned to her marefriend’s plight, barely even stirring from the disturbing noises. She was quite deep sleeper!

But just as all seemed to quiet down, a sudden pillow smacked Bon-bon’s head, then again just to ensure she would wake.

“Bonnsy! Wake up! Hey!” Lyra said, having struggled to turn and grab a pillow by the corner, swiveling her head furiously to pelt the cream colored pony awake. Still too hindered by her sudden pain to do much else but play whack-a-mole with Bon-bon.

“Rah, Lee-rah, shut up…” Bon-bon grumbled through a snoring like tone, her underneath of her eyes heavy with bags of sleep depravity. She shielded her bubblegum colored hair and ears with her own pillow futilely, not doing any good as Lyra continued.

“You’re gonna be late for the group thingy! It’s twenty-past-eight already!” Lyra gestured over to their bedside digital clock. Its sea green colors matching Lyra’s fur, even the numbers that read a lit up 8.21am was in sync with her.

Her alarming words caused a sudden jolt of energy. Bon-bon kicked her legs out from underneath the sheets, cursing as she stood onto all fours before leaping from the mattress and across the room. The bounce of her leap caused the springs inside the mattress to wobble enough to make Lyra fall off the edge of the bed with a yelp. She hit the ground hard with a thud, their peach colored carpet now becoming her new bed.

“Bons?... BONS! I can’t get up, help!” Lyra wiggled her hind legs which was all she could muster with the crippling agony. She started dragging herself across the carpet with her front hooves towards the bathroom door her partner had disappeared to. By the time she reached the foot of the bed, she was exhausted, weighing her options of sleeping on the carpet or screaming. Sleeping sounded better.

Then the suite bathroom became home to a hygiene orchestra. Bon-bon spun the cold water on, blasting the sink to fill to the brim. She turned to their bathtub, leaning over towards the rack that contained her shampoo, just out of reach! She tumbled forward face first into the bathtub, giving a big hello to the soap dish! A sickening THUNK had rammed into Bon-bon’s eye socket, then she pulled her head back to scream with a hoof on her right eye.

“My eye! Oh fuck, my eye!” She held her eye, gasping and whining to the sting of the swelling starting to kick in through her morning numbness. Soon pulling herself out from the bathtub.

“Honey? What’s wrong? Did you fall into the bath-“

“Yes I fell!” Bon-bon snapped back to Lyra, swinging a hoof in frustration towards their bathroom door, unaware that the sink had overflowed.

Her free foreleg was first to touch the wet tiles of the bathroom floor. Slipping under her own bodyweight, she landed hard with a splash on her side. She cursed, having to let go of her aching eye to pull herself up with both hooves reaching up for the sink. And lo and behold did she see on her cute face, a black swollen eye. Oh no…

She stared at the stranger in the mirror, steadily rising onto her hind legs, supporting her bodyweight with her forelegs planted on the sink. Her hair was a mess and on top of that she had a black eye, bags from lack of sleep under both her eyes, and two lines of stress wrinkles besides her snout. Her lips curved, just about to burst into tears. Because on top of ALL that she had to go to group therapy, stooping to a low she never thought would find herself at. And right now she looked just like somepony who belonged in serious psychiatric care.

She gritted her teeth as the water kept overflowing to the tiled floor. Growling with her eyes tightly shut, and with a massive deep breath of air, she was about to blow a fuse! She dunked her head into the filled basin at the last second, submerging her head in water and letting out the loudest scream possible. The water bubbled violently, each ripple in the sink sending out the warped, muffled sound of her voice. The whole time, banging on the edges of the sink with her hooves as her lungs emptied. All her frustrations blasting out in one go, for now.

Soon she whipped her head out, although not with as much grace as a shampoo model would, damn that felt good. Her dripping wet mane flattened against her forehead, partially covering her bruised eye. As she took in her well needed breaths, she quickly took notice and beamed in a wide smile, taking advantage of her new temporary hair style. When life gives you lemons…

A few doses of hairspray, a whip of a comb and a minute later, Bon-bon exited the gauntlet of wet treachery that had once been the bathroom. Posing for Lyra in the most lady-like way she could muster, with her head turned and a foreleg raised. She had successfully managed to get a single fashionable bang of her hair covering her bruised eye.

“How do I look?” She questioned, quite pleased with herself with a seductive smirk tugging the corner of her lips.

The crippled sea green pony perked her head off the ground, wowing in amazement. Her gold irises twinkling in the sunlight as her lover stood before her.

“Wow, honey… You look fantastic!”

“Why are you on the ground?” It finally occurred to Bon-bon that her mint furred partner had not budged to give her usual doses of affection. Concern curved at her brow, cantering up Lyra and nudging her ribcage with her snout.

“I think you broke me-“

-BEEP BEEP BEEP-

The alarm shrieked its annoying sounds. Fortunately a certain somepony forgot to turn off the alarm for the weekend due to the prior day’s events. The clock read a flashing 8.30am, sparking urgency in Bon-bon’s demeanor.

“SHIT!” Bon-bon gasped, quickly slamming her lips onto Lyra’s unsuspecting pair in a wet, sloppy kiss. “MWAH! Love you, bye! Take care of the house!” A loud smooch noise later, Bon-bon was gone with the reassuring noise of their front door slamming closed, galloping hooves fading off in the distance.

“Love you, bye?” Lyra was left all by her lonesome, somewhat speechless from the sudden kiss. She dropped her head onto the carpet with a sigh, struggling to move her hind legs that lifted with great strain, groaning out loud before she limped, giving up. “What a start to the day…” She whispered to herself, staring towards the black screen of their turned off television.

Soon a rubber ducky started to swim across her vision, floating on a body of water that was stretching from the bathroom. Lyra’s mouth hung open, gasping at the faucet in the bathroom that was still on!

“BON-BON!”

South Ponyville Community Centre . A place where a good few social events are held, also a frequent hangout place for aspiring young musicians, athletes and small business owners to have their meetings. The halls were riddled in public bulletin boards. Papers covered every inch of the cork boards, few of the fliers were outdated and most of them were about small concerts and sporting events.

A certain galloping mare rushed through the halls, her speed alone creating a gust of wind that whipped up the papers, some of them flying off to litter the yellow tiled floor. She was fifteen minutes late, but reached the one door labeled ‘General room #8’ upon the stained privacy glass. Bon-bon gathered her courage with a deeper breath between her series of short pants.

OK, OK. Hair is good, eye covered, not really sweaty… Ok, you can do this Bon-bon, just a bump in the road…

And with a push of the door, she entered the room with a brave face.

She stepped forward, immediately being met with the eyes of five other ponies including the psychiatrist himself -not hard to spot with his clipboard and seated on the most comfortable looking seat. Two ponies in the room were very familiar, Berry Punch being a given. But a larger eyesore had Bon-bon’s expression dissolve, looking like a deer in a set of carriage head lights. Next to Berry punch, sat Big Macintosh.

Of all ponies…

Ponyville was one of those towns that somepony could know almost half the town by name. And in a lot of cases, be a friend of a friend of somepony you never met before.

“Ahh, Bon-bon is it? I’m Doctor Zap” The young coffee colored stallion with a silver mane glanced to the notes on his clipboard, flicking through a few pages before gesturing for her to come in. “Please take a seat, we were just about to start!” His mature yet energetic voice eased the beige pony’s worries of her tardiness, a skill quite useful in his field. That and his cutie mark was a perked pony ear, listening to sound waves.

A discrete sigh of relief left Bon-bon, trotting towards one of the empty velvet lounges between Berry Punch and a grey stallion with a canary yellow mane. It was quite a comfortable environment that exceeded Bon-bon’s expectations. Once she was a little more at ease, she took in her surroundings; soft furniture, a carpeted blue floor, hanging television on the wall and bookcases here and there near the windows. Quite different from what she had feared, which leant towards a room full of ruffians, swearing and cigarette ash.

“You made it” A much clearer voice of Berry punch greeted Bon-bon. Her eyes were not as dopey as they were yesterday. But then again she could be more hung over than intoxicated right now. Figures…

“Erm, y-yes I was just r-running late is all…” Bon-bon stuttered her words, noticing her hooves were shaking from her nerves. She darted her eyes towards the other ponies that were eyeing their new member, quickly tucking her hooves beneath her torso to hide her obvious panic. Calm, calm… breath, just calm down. She had just made it and already felt like her heart was about to leap out her chest.

The lounges were placed in a circle, enough room for personal space but at the same time close enough for a ‘connection’ as Zap would hope for. In the circle was of course the psychiatrist, then onto the blue stallion, the grey stallion, Bon-bon, Berry punch, a yellow winged mare with raindrops as her cutie mark and Big Macintosh in that order. There were two more empty seats, but Bon-bon thought nothing of it, more pre-occupied on her own state of mind and what was to come. She made a good first diagnosis all by herself though. Fuck, I’m a nervous wreck. The Doctor’s pencil scratched his papers as it levitated in his magic. After a few more seconds he levitated his things aside and broke the silence.

“Alright everypony, good morning” He gave a sweet smile to his patients, in which in turn they replied with a “Good morning” in unison. Bon-bon staggered behind, new to their routine. He continued with his eyes settled towards Bon-bon “Miss Bon-bon? I’m sure you’re quite nervous and curious as to why you were sent to group therapy instead of a one on one councilor, yes?”

“Uhh, ahem, well yes. I didn’t know they did group therapy… for anger” She whispered the last words, always a mare that kept to herself and was terrible in expressing or talking about herself.

“Anger?” Doctor Zap repeated “Oh no, this isn’t a group therapy session for anger, miss Bon-bon.” The doctor replied with a lighthearted chuckle.

“It isn’t?” Bon-bon’s brow curved, perplexed at the stallion’s words.

“Not at all, this group focuses on ponies of different backgrounds, with different issues.” He gestured to the seated ponies around the room, all of them nodding in agreement as he continued his explanation “This program has been designed to give stallions and mares alike, comfort and confidence to know that others will understand. We hope to expand on that and help them come to terms with their situations.”

“I see… So I’m the only-“

“Here, Hugh Jelly has been one of our longest members, almost a whole year now.” He interrupted, pointing to the grey stallion seated next to Bon-bon, who offered a short wave.

“Hugh? Would you mind starting us off?” The psychiatric pony asked, grabbing hold of his pencil and clipboard once more.

Bon-bon was utterly dumbfounded; staring at Hugh besides her, noticing his cutie mark was a jar of jelly. I wonder what his problem is, Literally.

“He’s sexy huh?” Berry interjected with a whisper into Bon-bon’s ear, causing the nervous eye twitch of the poor stressed out pony to return. She desperately tried to ignore Berry, still quite miffed at her since yesterday. If you ever touch Lyra again, bitch. I swear I will end you… Bon-bon frowned hearing her thoughts swirling out of control, once again.

Tuning Berry out, Bon-bon forced a smile upon her lips, giving her undivided attention as well as the rest of the group to the grey stallion who cleared his voice. Speaking in a thick Appleloosian accent.

“Hi, I’m Hugh Jelly and I’ve been dry for seven months.” The grey stallion introduced himself, seated proudly as he announced his triumph of… dryness?

The other ponies including doctor Zap replied altogether “Hi, Hugh” Zap seemingly more enthusiastic than the rest, before the stallion could speak again. Wait, what, dry? Bon-bon felt this was already about to turn into a shitstorm for her.

“I used to be a business owner back in Appleloosa.” He explained, breathing out a sigh as he continued the story of his journey. “I made a name for me’self making the best dang jelly the place had seen in years. Come the time I had just started to export around Equestria.” Even for a patient that had been around for almost a year, he spoke with passion like it was his first time coming to terms with himself. “I was in the high life; fillies everywhere, properties, and money… lord the money, I had so much of it I practically gave it away in Las Pegasus.”

So far the story sounded a lot like something Bon-bon would watch on E-questria, True Trottywood Story. She gave a soft gasp to the mention of the reckless gambling, eagerly listening to the next portion of his sad story.

“I was proud that my jelly could make anypony feel good inside…” He took in a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment as he gave a long pause. It looked quite difficult for him to openly talk about it now, but pushed on. “One day, I started wondering how else could my jelly benefit other ponies. And on one cider and vodka driven night, I fell into a vat of my jelly…” He paused once more, bringing his hooves up to his face, staring at them as he continued along his dramatic tale “And I loved it,” his hooves started to shake, “The feel of jelly all over my body, in my mouth, my hooves…” He started to drool uncontrollably, almost foaming from ecstasy the mere thought gave him. His voice trailed off into muttered gargles, arousal washing over his demeanor, even going as far as rubbing his hooves feverishly over his body.

“Hugh!” Zap clopped his hooves together, snapping the jelly obsessed stallion out from his intoxicated trance.

“S-Sorry doc, SLURP. It’s just I almost had a slip up the other day” The grey stallion admitted, cringing to his own daunting lack of self control.

The other surrounding ponies offered warm, supportive smiles to Hugh. All except Bon-bon, staring wide eyed towards Hugh, speechless to the imagery and horrifying passion the stallion had. And who could blame her?

That is just SICK! Jelly? JELLY!? Oh Celestia, I think he made Lyra’s favorite jelly! Bon-bon shuddered as a flashback of Lyra forced its way into her vivid imagination. Her less-than-cooperative-mind was replaying the moments of her love scarfing over-exaggerated mountains of jelly sandwiches. The jelly stains on her lips and imagery of Hugh… touching himself in large bodies of purple jelly… Lyra’s favorite!

“I’m going to be sick…” She murmured to herself just below a whisper, hiding behind her mane as her stomach jumped.

Bon-bon was lost in her own churning thoughts, looking to the rest of the group with her mind galloping a mile a minute. Besides Berry and this weirdo, just what could possibly be up with Big Mac and that yellow mailmare I’ve seen around sometimes?

It was unsettling to realize just how badly messed up she must have been to end up in a place with such… strange ponies. Such skeletons one might have in their closet, it was so juicy, but so wrong!

“Bon-bon?”

“YES?” She jumped with an involuntary shriek in response, startled by Zap’s attempt to grab her attention.

All eyes fell onto Bon-bon, her erratic behavior even causing Berry Punch to give her quite a look over. But she could not help it, her heart was racing and cold sweat was dripping down her neck. Was it her turn now? Would she have to talk about herself now and admit she was some carted away nut case?! Celestia, strike me down now, PLEASE!

“Would you care to introduce yourself to the group?” The doctor followed up, seeing as Bon-bon was staring at the empty space before her eyes. “Tell us about yourself”

The moment of truth, the moment of dread. A cat had gotten Bon-bon’s tongue, tore it off, ate it, spat it out, mailed it, Ditzy lost it and was in a place that not even Pinkie pie’s fourth wall breaking habits could ever hope to find it. Her dry lips parted, her dry tongue hindering her first words to leave her, gulping and clearing her throat.

“I’m Bon-bon...?” She squeaked, closing her eyes tightly. the pressure racking up on whatever tiny bit of self confidence hid inside of her.

“Hi Bon-bon” The room of ponies responded, all with warm smiles. She opened an eye to her surprise, seeing the world had not crashed down and stomped on her multiple times.

Filled with a surge of confidence, the once anxious Bon-bon continued on with an embarrassed smile washing over her frown, “Y-Yeah, hi! Um, where to begin?”

She questioned herself, bringing a hoof up to her chin, tapping a few times before a dragged out “Well…” left her. The others leant forward in their seats in anticipation, that certainly didn't cause pressure now did it? Her ears perked up, sudden realization hit her. “Well you might not know this but you have probably all tasted my treats at one time.” She gave a sheepish smile, causing confusion amongst the others that exchanged glances between themselves. “W-What I mean to say is, I’m one of the town’s most popular bakers when events swing around. You know? Like Hearth’s Warming Eve?”

The group all nodded in understanding with a long winded “ohhh” that relieved Bon-bon just a little, lifting another thick layer of tension that was gnawing at her.

“Wonderful! So you’re a baker full-time Bon-bon?” The coffee colored stallion questioned. His tone was light and almost singing his inquiry towards the beige pony, who was now the center of attention.

“Full-time? Oh no, I certainly wish I was.” She replied but blinked as she did so.

I really do? Nopony has ever asked me what I really wanted to do for my career. She dismissed the realization, collecting herself as she continued, “Well I make my living by filling specialty orders and selling a variety of my things at the market on some days. I bake all variations of cakes, treats and sweets which are my specialty and something I just love doing.”

Her worried eyes still drifted between the surrounding ponies and her own hooves. The ever growing atmosphere of acceptance she was subconsciously hoping for was starting to become visible. It gave her strength on these foal steps into her therapy. But Bon-bon’s whole world was about to turn upside down and never be the same again.

“Such talent! I’m surprised you have not opened your own business.” The shrink stallion complimented on her feats, his words never carrying any hint of a disheartening tone. Actually meaning it.

The room mumbled in agreement to Doctor Zap's words, feeling like a big pat on the shoulder for Bon-bon. But next question he would ask would hit a nail that had been sitting on Bon-bon’s forehead for quite a long time, without her realizing it. So something like a Pony Pile Driver on EWF, Bon-bon hated wrestling but knew Lyra found it hilarious.

“And what are your other hobbies?” He peeked over his clipboard to watch Bon-bon’s reaction, but followed up quickly by rephrasing. “What does an avid baker do when she’s not checking to see if her muffins are ready, hm?”

What?

The question struck multiple areas of Bon-bon’s being. At first it sounded like he spoke in a different language, then like an insult. Her emotions come to a sudden halt, collapsing onto a pile of astonished feelings. Reality hit the poor beige pony hard, asking herself the exact same thing for the first time in her life. She was expressionless, still like a statue in the royal gardens (hopefully a fair bit away from Discord) with Doctor Zap’s question replaying over and over again, but in no way was it coaxing an answer.

I have a life, right? My baking is my hobby! And I keep a few flowers- well I used to.

Years worth of memories flashed by in seconds. Recalling the life of a shut-in filly, a life seemingly monotonous and lacking adventure. There was no fire or passion, no big risks or decisions made. Just a quiet filly who was always on the sidelines, lending an ear to others she considered friends before they left her in the shadows again. Baking with her auntie was one of few adventures she would manage to push herself towards, being in a familiar home with family, which was probably the reason why she got her cutie mark much later than others in her age group.

And Lyra… Meeting the sea-green pony was one of Bon-bon’s most amazing and memorable events she could recall. The two became quick friends when they met after one of Lyra’s performances with a group in Manehattan square. From there, the two found themselves holding hooves and lost in each others’ embrace, falling in love. And as always, love causes even the most well mannered ponies in all of Equestria to do crazy things, for a special somepony. And that one crazy act was in fact moving out of her parent’s home and finding a place to live with Lyra, which was the greatest and sadly, one of the very few great moments in Bon-bon’s life.

Am I so unfulfilled? Has my whole life been this boring?

“Bon-bon?... Booooon-bon?” Berry Punch waved a hoof across the frozen cream pony’s vision, clapping her hooves together a few times in the comatose Bon-bon’s ears.

The mortified pony was still lost in her own little world, for a whole five minutes. The class waited, gesturing their concern in silence between each other and their psychiatrist. Doctor Zap on the other hand waved a dismissive hoof, taking down notes every minute Bon-bon sat there on her hind quarters.

“I have an anger problem!” Out of nowhere, Bon-bon blurted out her confession to the class.

What am I doing?! She cursed internally, but did she really mean to do it? No, she had to! She needed to say it. She needed to spice up her life somehow, she could only be twenty years of age ONCE in her life and she was wasting it! Hell she already wasted so many weeks of doing nothing but her daily grind for the past three years. Lyra was the only thing keeping Bon-bon from being some sort of monotonous robot.

Doctor Zap blinked a few times in bewilderment, opening his mouth to speak but hesitating before some noise was able to leap off his tongue.

“Oh. Umm, great! That’s progress right there!” A chuckle was in tandem with his words, beaming with joy to the sudden passionate cry of her admitting that she needed help. Or so he thought.

The group clapped their hooves together to commemorate Bon-bon. She just sat there, frozen again in confusion. But wait, her spontaneous vocal uproar was a success! This wasn’t so bad now, was it? PROGRESS! Bon-bon’s lips curved into a happy smile, feeling her heart rate thumping in her head. Oh gosh, was I holding my breath?

“Hey! Wait just a darn minute… You have an anger problem?!” Berry spoke up. The joyous little commemoration for the beige pony came to a sudden, screeching halt. “I thought she had, like a sex addiction like Raindrops here.” She gestured to the yellow mare, causing the blue mane bearing pegasus to gasp, her wings opening to cover her blushing face.

“Berry!” Bon-bon snapped to the crude words of the alcoholic berry colored mare.

“Aw come on! You think anypony looks at Lyra’s ass and can resist-“

The class knew a variety of things about each other, some more obvious than others. Big Mac worked on sweet apple acres, Raindrops was a mailmare, Hugh was an entrepreneur and jelly fetishist! We all learn something new everyday and today's lesson was:

Don't fuck with Bon-bon.

“BERRY! Shut the fuck up! Or I swear to Luna’s fucking moon I will shove your whole body in a wine bottle and ram you inside Cranky Doodle’s asshole!” And oh, how the straw broke the camel’s back.

Bon-bon had a raised hoof to strike with teeth bearing in an intimidating stare-down. Snarling at the now whimpering Berry Punch, shrinking into a defensive ball with Bon-bon's blue eyes ablaze like the gates of Tartarus.

“Ahem”

Doctor Zap folded his forelegs at his chest, for the first time looking anything than chipper. Bon-bon noticed his throat clearing, turning her head to look towards the shocked group, their maws gaping open to the scene of a vicious mare that ripped its way out of Bon-bon.

“B-But!” Bon-bon rose her hooves up in a show of being a non-threat, desperately trying to explain herself.

“I think we’ll need to reschedule. Everypony, see you all on Wednesday” Zap instructed.

The class shot a glare towards the now deflated Bon-bon, lounging back on her seat as the others, as well as Doctor Zap stood and left. Berry Punch slipped away and ran out the moment she got the chance!

“Oh, and Bon-bon?” Doctor Zap paused mid step to look back to his new patient.

“Yes?...”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, North Ponyville Medical Centre.”

“Oh… OK” Bon-bon felt that her golden moments had been crushed, ground into dust and already blown off into the wind. I blew it… Her eyes looked down to the edge of her seat, giving a soft sigh of disappointment towards herself.

“Also, a bit of advice?” His tone returned to his usual light hearted one. Waiting for Bon-bon to lift her head before he continued, “Life is short. Would you rather be regretting what you didn’t do? Or looking back and saying how could you do such a thing?” With that said, the now cheery doctor left Bon-bon in the room by herself.

“Wait!” Bon-bon chased after him, wanting to say something, anything! Just so long as she could apologize. But as she reached the long corridor, he was nowhere to be seen, disappearing like some sort of enigma.

After a long walk through town later, Bon-bon had arrived home, not announcing she had come back either. The front door closed behind her silently, strolling by the kitchen on the way to the staircase. She had passed Lyra who was actually washing the dishes in a levitating glow, ain't that a rare sight?

“Honey?” The apron sporting mint green pony called out, hearing hoof steps coming from the staircase.

Bon-bon was quiet, and when she was in one of these moods, it never meant anything good. Bon-bon was a quiet pony, sure. But when she was quiet, that just meant a whole other level of trouble. Of course, Lyra raced upstairs just in time to see Bon-bon flop face first onto their bed, her face disappearing in a pillow she landed on.

“Bonnsy? Is… everything OK?”

Not even a moment after Lyra asked, Bon-bon let off a scream that muffled into the pillow, still quite loud as she was venting out at full blast. It was a sight Lyra was not used to, she cringed before trotting up to her lover’s bedside and stroking a hoof along her back.

“Yeah... I’ll take that as a no?”

Alarmed by Bon-bon’s sobs that followed after the loud scream, Lyra comforted Bon-bon the best way she could. She hummed into her distraught marefriend’s ear, a soft tune that she would sing wordlessly when Bon-bon was having bad dreams.

After a few minutes, Bon-bon finally sat up onto her rear end, bawling as she explained all that had happened during her first and what she thought would be her last group therapy session. The whole story had Lyra speechless. But at the end of her whole story, the blubbering mess that was Bon-bon looked up to the bipedal standing Lyra, finally speaking of how she felt when Doctor Zap asked her about her hobbies. A faint smile started to widen across Lyra’s expression, leaning in to give a tight hug to her love.

“I’m so proud of you” She tightened the hug with an affectionate nuzzle taking Bon-bon by complete surprise.

“What? But my problem! And my outburst, and, and!”

“Don’t you get it?” Lyra pulled away from the hug, pressing her snout up against Bon-bon’s. Both wide eyed.

“Get what, that I’m nothing?...”

“No! Dummy! You KNOW what’s making you so pissed off! “

“Wha?”

Sometimes it took an eccentric lover of life like Lyra, to pull Bon-bon’s thick skull out of the gloomy clouds. It took a few gestures from Lyra to finally have the two dots connect inside of Bon-bon’s head. Face hoofing when she became enlightened by the information falling into place.

“Oh my goodness, of course! How could I not tell sooner?” She paused, gasping in shock with her hooves rising up to her lips, “I’m angry at myself and I don’t know how to fix it!”

“See?” Lyra responded, trying to hide her smug smile, but failed miserably “The doc must’ve seen it too! Doesn’t that matter even just a lil’?”

“Yes… Yes it fucking does,” Bon-bon peered up to her love with a gaze filled with a heated resolve. Her hooves slammed down onto the mattress to stand and hop off the bed.

Besides the foul language that startled Lyra, knowing Bon-bon never brought herself to use such profanities. She stared over to her special somepony as she disappeared into the walk-in closet, fiddling with her apron.

“So, what are you going to do now?” her brow curved to some concern to see Bon-bon’s mood switch so suddenly and start rummaging in the closet.

“I’m going to listen to my shrink” Bon-bon replied in a deadpan tone.

“Meaning what?”

“Live”

The sun was set to cast its tangent orange light across the town of Ponyville, much of the light shining into Lyra and Bon-bon’s bedroom. Lying on her back, Lyra writhed as she looked to her bindings, each of her legs tied to a bedpost with silk scarves. She looked quite uncertain, nervous almost, as she caught sight of Bon-bon entering the room. The beige pony’s fur was laced in black string and what appeared to be a baby doll styled piece of lingerie. White stockings and a garter belt hugged at her supple cream thighs. For an earth pony that would have been some tedious work to put it on without assistance! She remembered buying her outfit at one of Rarity’s sales, but could not muster up the courage to wear it for Lyra, even for her birthday.

But that was not the only surprise.

In Bon-bon’s teeth, she carried both a small whip and a long fine feather of a phoenix. This idea had been prodding at Bon-bon’s imagination ever since her first time with Lyra, the only difference now being that Bon-bon was through holding back her inner most desires in life, with aid of her most trusted friend and lover.

Lyra wasn’t sure why she agreed to this whole fiasco, but she was too inspired by Bon-bon’s new turn in her life to say no to anything.

“Umm, Bons? Y-You look… wow…”

“Mnn, I thought you’d like it…” She purred in a seductive tone, eyes narrowing to a bedroom gaze.

“Oh baby!” Lyra bounced on the bed with what little she could move, grinning madly in sheer anticipation.

“I-Is it too much? I was so happy I fit into it!” The dark seductress like tone reverted back to nervous ol’ Bon-bon as she became quite self-conscious again, lifting her hooves up to see herself.

“Hon! Its fine! Remember, living?” Lyra growing impatient, pep talked her love to keep going in this new wild side of hers’

“Oh! Right, sorry!” She giggled.

Not long after, she crawled onto the mattress, and gave a teasing kiss to Lyra’s lips. She backed her head away before her bound and tied love had any chance of returning it. Needless to say, it drove Lyra mad. But just as things were getting spicy, Bon-bon muttered the words she had fantasized for so long.

“Safety word is Appleloosa”

A devilish grin spread wide across her lips, in which simply FREAKED out Lyra.

“APPLLELOO- MNF!” A balled up scarf was suddenly shoved in Lyra’s mouth, gagging her before she could speak the magical safety word.

“Aw, wanna try that again my sweet?” A soft cackle left this whole new reborn Bon-bon, slipping downwards to grab both whip and feather…

Once again, Celestia gave the gift of a new day. The sun rising to spread the warmth of the solar rays once again, soaking into the vast greenery of Sweet Apple Acres. Soon the light of the new day would be hitting the windows of Ponyville homes, accompanied by a son-

BANG BANG BANG

A rapping of the front door of their home stirred Bon-bon awake. She groaned as the insistent door banging continued, finally letting out an annoyed and loud enough, “WHAT?!”

“Ponyville water company, your bills are outstanding from excess usage! We’ve come to cut off your plumbing!” A gruff voice hollered from outside, shattering any possibility of a good Sunday morning.

“fff… FFFUUUU”

Author’s notes: Oh Bon-bon, just cause you found out what’s bugging you, doesn’t mean it’s the only thing that’s going to affect your life! You’ve got a lot more classes to go to!

Creative comments and pointers greatly appreciated.

CH.2 Lollipop syringe

Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 2. Lollipop syringe.

-This chapter includes unexplainable chaos and emotional roller coasters. You have been warned!-

My name is Bon-bon, my day didn't go as smoothly as I thought it would yesterday. But along the way of smashing my eye in and almost having ten panic attacks, I learned something! I have the most friendliest doctor in all of Equestria, quite handsome I have to s- oh Celestia what am I writing?!

Um... Anyway, I managed to patch things up quite 'nicely' with Lyra last night. But, what followed the next morning...

I have to write this, don't I? ...Fine

Let's just say I'm in debt, and 300 bits is a lot of money for a self employed mare! If I don't pay this off soon... Goodness I don't even want to think about not being able to pay the rent...

Why oh why am I being cursed with this stress?!

-_Earlier that morning_-

BANG BANG BANG

A large hoof assaulted the front wooden door of the couple’s often neglected home. Rapping at it without mercy, almost like a giant woodpecker was trying to eat it’s way inside and eat the soft inhabitants of the strange wooden cube. Well in Lyra’s mind anyway, the noises causing her strange mind to morph them into that image.

“WHAT!?” Bon-bon half groaned the words, snarling at the end of her long morning gasp of half fresh-half sex filled air.

“Ponyville Water Company. Your bill is 300 bits outstanding from excess usage! I've been sent to cut off your plumbing!” A gruff voice hollered from outside, shattering any possibility of a good Sunday morning.

“Ho- Shhh- Lyra, wake up!” Bon-bon shook her stirring lover, replying with only a moan.

Bon-bon sprung from the bed in a panic, leaving her still tied up lover behind and almost falling face first onto the unforgiving carpet of potential friction burn. Thankfully she caught herself with the help of the adrenaline burst accelerating her movement. No time to dawdle, she hurried towards the door of their bedroom, snatching a hung robe from behind the door. Sadly, Bon-bon could not run from her arch nemesis forever:gravity. Gravity always had ways to endlessly remind Bon-bon who was the ruler of her earth pony world.

“Hold on- WAAH!”

Running down stairs, plus being disorientated, times the fact of putting on a robe the entire time resulted in Bon-bon reenacting a fun game in which young fillies and colts played. A game where one would push a slinky down the first step of a long flight of stairs, allowing gravity to guide it all the way down. Well in this case, the slinky was beige with bubblegum streaks and a heavy case of turrets-syndrome.

She hurdled down all the way, each step being kissed with head or a hoof. Once gravity was well spent and satisfied, it allowed Bon-bon to rise up to her shaky legs. She snarled to the aching pain shooting through her already bruised lower joints- a result from last night, I regret nothing!

Staggering towards the front door, she let out a slurred cry for the plumber to cease his ramblings. She clasped hold of the door handle, giving a gentle tug to open the door ajar, unaware just how lewd she looked; far too dazed to notice anyway. In an instant she met the hazel irises of a tall, wide-eyed stallion.

“W-Whoa, well uhh... Good morning!” The well built red stallion said whilst smirking to Bon-bon’s half awake composure… amongst other things.

Her eyes were pretty, yes. But the ruffled portion of her powder blue robe exposing her chest and a few unmistakable laces at her shoulders was far more tempting. A reflex bucked into action, a common one amongst the brasher sort of stallions. His bright, fire-truck red mane was slicked back with a deft movement of tongue slobber and hoof, attempting to look as gutsy and charming as possible. Doing a damn horrible job of it though with a cheesy smile, but the poor colt tried, since in his eyes he saw the most alluring earth pony he had laid eyes on probably three weeks.

He was held by her enticing (accidental) bedroom eyes, wild hair and messy robe that barely covered her lingerie that was very visible- and unintentional. But poor smacked around Bon-bon could barely notice any of this.

Meanwhile in Bon-bon’s mind!

Mass hysteria shook the foundations of a control room. A large screen flashed a bright red 'OFFLINE' message. Tiny little Bon-bons were all in a mass panic to reactivate her sensory and awareness protocols. All crashing into each other in the confusion, with an occasional tiny Lyra causing extra havoc like a gremlin. Give or take a few fires being extinguished.

Back to reality!

“Oh, yes good morning. You did not need to bang the door so loud,” Bon-bon answered in a somewhat raspy voice.

Her eyes closed for a moment upon noticing the frog trapped in her throat. It only made her sound a bit more suggestive towards the fatheaded stallion. It all caused him to keep a Latin-lover style lift of a brow, accompanied by a grin that belonged on Doctor Colgate’s billboards; huge and in dire need of a brush.

“Well, sorry to wake up your gorgeous face then.” His voice fell low, shifting his weight to a side as he gave the poor unaware Bon-bon a good look over.

Ah yes, enter the suave plumber

“What?” A sudden shade of red lit up across Bon-bon’s face, her senses at least coming back enough to awaken her trait of being quite self-conscious. EEP!

“Yes indeed ma’am, but I came here today to do my duty.” He posed with a hoof to his chest, emphasizing… heroism most likely; yeah we’ll go with that. He continued as Bon-bon was busy trying to comprehend the stallion’s choice of words so far. “Your water is going to be cut off from excessive usage in a single day. So…”

“Wait!” Bon-bon extended a hoof out, pleading with the plumber “Please, I didn’t expect this to happen, could you maybe give an extension o-or a warning this time? There has to be something we can arrange?” She had opened the door just a little more, giving full view of her stockings that hugged her legs up to her flank.”Please…?” Such a cute little cry, all taken completely out of context of course.

Jackpot… or so he thought.

“Well…” He began, dragging out his first word with a bite to his bottom lip, shifting his gaze around to fake his intense pondering. “If you insist, but I don’t usually do this”

“Really?!” Bon-bon squeaked with her face lighting up. “You’re too kind, the plumbing has been driving me crazy lately, but…” She trailed off, thinking just how she could take full advantage and kill two birds with one stone! This will save heaps of time and get rid of that annoying dripping tap! Oh Bons, you are such a clever mare

“Of course ma’am, anyth-“ he was cut off by the lingerie flaunting mare. She spun around, the lingerie making it look incredibly seductive.

“Could you please come inside?” She asked timidly, opening the door further to offer him entrance. “Since you’re here, could you please have a look at something since you’re the professional with pipes and all.” She stifled a yawn at the end of her words, not wanting to be rude, or even rub the sleep from her eyes.

The stallion froze; all the tell-tale signs of this event were coming true! However for Bon-bon, she had never EVER watched a pornographic film before. That and she was not aware of a common humor within all of Equestria’s media. In which a lot of cheap porn movies started off exactly…

Like this.

The plumber stallion waltzed in with a short thanks to Bon-bon, giving a quick look around the living room he had just stepped into. Before he could say anything, Bon-bon had called out to follow her to the kitchen, disappearing around the corner with her tail flicking just as she moved out of sight… an invitation?

Ugh, that shampoo keeps giving my tail knots!

No. But to him,

oh yeah…

Indeed!

Bon-bon was still in the process of collecting her senses, memories and key pieces of vital information that would gather and form her full and conscience mind. The fall, sudden wake and aches in her body still had her unaware of her alluring appearance. She trotted towards her kitchen sink, still in her lingerie that was barely being covered by the dainty robe. Finally, she leaned to open the cabinet below the sink, giving a full view of her exposed stockings, flank and garter belt to the stallion that just walked in.

He gaped, maw hanging open that instantly poured in drool that gushed over the walls of his lips like a bursting dam. But he had to play it cool! Just act natural like in the movies. Sure enough, he dismissed the sight of her flank by sheer willpower, cantering up behind Bon-bon just as she was beginning to speak.

“There’s two problems really,” she started, resuming her explanation once her ear twitched to the sound of the approaching hooves, “Sometimes it just keeps dripping, and when that happens I get worried that the system will flood-“She suddenly squeaked to a sudden bump of her flank, whipping her head and turning around to meet the eyes of the stallion just a few inches away from her's.

“Two problems, huh? I sure do hope I have enough resources to fix em’ both then” He said just above a whisper, the low murmur of his voice struck a nerve in Bon-bon. A hot flush lighting up on her muzzle as a flashback struck her. This sort of moment, closeness and that unmistakable tone.

Why does this remind me of Lyra so- oh my Celestia!

“There must be- y-you must be mistaken!” Bon-bon backed away, her back hooves knocking against the kitchen cabinets, cornered with nowhere to run.

“Am I? So is this going to be a full service sort of job then?” The thick skull of the red, hormonal stallion could not comprehend Bon-bon’s innocence. He stepped forward to close the distance once more, not wanting to let go of his new favorite client.

“Lyra!!” Bon-bon called out in a panic, her voice shaking as she let out her plea. All seemed hopeless for the wide eyed mare, never having to push away the advances of a stallion who was THIS eager before in her life.

CRASH

Just as a certain mare’s name echoed through the house, a loud smash rocked the whole house. A large bed with mattress, base and wooden posts stood by the open archway of the kitchen entrance.

“Unhand her, you fiend!” Lyra warned in her most courageous voice, horn glowing in a magical turquoise blaze of magic. She growled even though she was still tied to the bed on all four of her limbs, hovering at the centre of the mattress thanks to Bon-bon’s rope work the previous night.

The stallion was shocked, no! He was bamboozled by the array of madness occurring around him. He did not know what to be more confused about, the fact that a mare tied to a bed came to stop him from advancing onto a seductress, or the fact that said bed-mare was covered in dried red candle wax and dried chocolate syrup that was painted on her.

“This is some weird, messed up threesome fetish you got here ma’am!” The stallion let out a heart guffaw to all this, causing the two perplexed mares to stare at each other.

Big mistake.

“Fet- what!? Bons, how could you?!”

“I-I didn’t do anything! He came onto me!”

“Say what?!” The stallion interjected, seeming more annoyed, “You came onto me!”

“What!?” Both mares yelled out, and only now did the protective bond of the two flourish. Starting with Lyra,

“You accusing my girl of coming on to YOU?” She snarled the words, thrusting her body forward to cause the two pony bed to hop forward closer towards the now-in-deep-shit stallion.

Now the once suave and masculine stallion was reduced to a cowering colt. Escaping the two mares, only to find himself trapped between fridge and wall. “Now hold on! I ain’t calling nopony a slut!” The plumber whimpered.

One word Bon-bon absolutely hated, was the ‘S’ word. And only on very few occasions at social events would she be called one by less than reputable ponies.

“What did you call me?...” The burning eyes of the beige pony glared down to the shrinking stallion, her voice starting to rumble as the entire morning sank in to one comprehended thought. “Nopony. Calls me.”

She grabbed the chair!

“A SLUT!” She screamed, slamming the fine dark wood chair over the head of the stallion. A perfectly executed technique, which would make any EWF (Equestrian wrestling federation) athlete proud.

She went on an all out assault, biting down onto his mane and yanking him across the room in a fierce throw towards Lyra. Her marefriend let out a winded “oof!” as she became catcher. The bed fell onto its legs on impact with a dazed stallion sprawled on top of Lyra, cross-eyed and half-conscience.

A stamping set of hooves caught the attention of the bound and tied mare, spotting Bon-bon walking towards her with a face that would even have Nightmare Moon flinch… what could Lyra possibly do at this moment?

Bite him!

“RAHMNNF”

The stallion let out a yowl of agony, flailing about his limbs as his ear was chewed upon with a wild puppy dog growl tearing away at his ear canal. Well he sure was awake now, that was for certain, especially with Lyra biting him like Iron Mike Buckson.

An orchestra of painful yells, savage screams and complete destruction bellowed from within the walls of the couple’s home. It was not long after a few ceramic cracks and glass shatters, did a red pony fly out from the front door. He landed face first onto the stone pavement, his tool-belt and clipboard following after him, groaning once he had a chance to take in a breath without having to scream. Beaten to a pulp, bruised, battered and some minor bleeding. The plumber did not budge from his awkward spot; face down, flank up.

“You’ll get your money! So just piss off until then!” Bon-bon shouted at the bruised flank of the unmoving stallion. She slammed the door, hard enough to cause the hinges to crack off their wooden foundations, growling as she stormed back into her home.

“Nn… I dunno what just happened… but I’m, really turned on right now…” muttered the still somewhat aroused/awake pony plumber.

The morning could of gone a lot better, both mares knew that. But still they were not feeling the weight of bills pressing down on them after their ‘negotiations’. No, they were just taking in all the accumulated drama since yesterday. The only tension that hung in the air was the awkward silence and fact that Bon-bon had an appointment in an hour at Ponyville general hospital. She still could not push out the crushing memories of her outburst from her first session; the look of Berry punch’s face cowering beneath her. Scared of her. Scared of Bon-bon.

“Lyra,” Bon-bon began with a sigh, causing Lyra’s ears to perk towards her lover’s direction.

“Yeah?” She muttered with a mouthful of Horsepower Crunchies. Her eyes still glued to the television screen.

“I need to apologize to Berry punch, after yesterday and all.”

“Mhm.”

“I mean, she just…” She hesitated, at a loss for words, blurting out the first things that collected on her twisted tongue, “She’s a good mare- well was until her drinking got really out of hand. I want to tell her I’m sorry, but she can be just so difficult to even talk to!” She rubbed at her temples, feeling a migraine starting to swell and throb painfully.

“Mhm.” Lyra once again gave a half hearted answer, to which Bon-bon did not notice as she continued.

“Maybe I can make it up to her, or maybe… something, Lyra do you have any ideas?” She looked to the cereal devouring unicorn, only to be greeted with yet another absent.

“Uh-huh”

“Lyra!” Bon-bon snapped, with hooves slamming on the table.

“Wha!?” Lyra jumped, spilling a few pieces of her breakfast cereal across the varnished table. She blushed with a sheepish smile.

“Are you even listening? Honey… I’m beginning to wonder why I am in therapy, instead of-“

Knock knock

Great, more debt collectors!? Bon-bon’s lecture was cut off, growling as her frustrations were getting the better of her temperament.

As for Lyra, she took advantage of their new visitor, escaping the clutches of Bon-bon’s discipline by cantering off to answer it. She sang to the door with a voice only a musician could polish, "Coming~"

Before long, a golden yellow mare with a deep orange mane entered their home, cantering besides Lyra to greet Bon-bon. It was one pony that the couple had grown very fond of in the recent years, becoming close even. But the two often found themselves to be her shoulder to cry on for her whenever a drama would occur in her busy life. Ranging from emotional breakdowns, coltfriend breakups and anything in between, making the smallest things seem like the end of the world- In Bon-bon's perspective actually. That drama-queen was of course, Carrot Top.

“Hey Bon-bon!” The young and rather attractive mare greeted the disgruntled Bon-bon with a chipper smile. White saddlebags with a gold trim hung on both sides of her frame, filled with what appeared to be groceries.

Why….

A familiar twitch reverberated through the lingerie wearing Bon-bon. She was not ready to hear more of Carrot top’s stories of life giving her nothing but curve balls and bad apples to bite on. “Hi” She managed to force without gritting her teeth.

“I just stopped by to drop off something that Berry wanted me to give you.” She reached back to one of her filled bags, biting onto the end of what appeared to be a bottle of blue wine missing a label. She spat the peculiar bottle onto the table before she continued, “She said to try it and see if you like it, and to say something like… erm.” Her brow furrowed as she struggled to recall. “Oh yeah! That she is sorry for yesterday, I don’t know what she was on about, she wouldn’t tell me.”

Both Lyra and Bon-bon were startled by the sudden gift, seeming more like a sort of peace offering.

“Wait, Berry made this?” Bon-bon scrutinized the bottle, pulling it closer towards herself.

“It’s blue!” Lyra stated the obvious, giving a bright pearly smile at that.

If there was one thing that Berry punch was known for other than being a drunkard of epic liver smashing ability. It was that she was also a mighty fine brewer that came from a long line of proud earth ponies that focused on making the finest liquor. …Maybe it would explain her constant intoxication, having to taste her concoctions to see if they were any good. Regardless of the liquor’s origins, Bon-bon felt a cold shiver run up her spine at the mere sight of the gift, but was it really out of peace? It certainly did not ease the guilt off of Bon-bon’s heart; there was something fishy about it.

“Umm, is there any reason why the bed is in the living room?” Carrot gestured over to the living room. She was just about to trot over towards the ropes dangling on the posts, before she noticed the candle wax markings on a blushing Lyra.

The next half hour was spent updating Carrot Top on the events that had transpired in the last few days. Needless to say that she was shocked, appalled and making unneeded, over-the-top gasps. One detail in particular that struck a nerve, Big Macintosh. Disbelief and utter horror was riddled across Carrot’s face, which was strange; she only ever dated Big Macintosh for such a short while and moved on fairly quickly. Of course the minor details of Bon-bon’s lingerie were dismissed, since Carrot did not need to know that…

Soon the laces, stockings and other soft pieces of fabric were off of the kinky mare. Things had seemed to have settled down to a care-free morning, like any other day prior to Bon-bon’s breakdown. It soon dawned on the couple that it was almost time for the meeting with Doctor Zap.

“Oh! I’ll come with you Bonny.” Carrot top chirped, placing a hoof on her friend’s shoulder in a somewhat protective manner.

“Really?” Bon-bon let out a quick breath of relief, turning to her lover, “Honey? You don’t mind playing house-wife today?”

“Course’ not!” Lyra waved out her hoof with a confident smirk, “This place will look like a home before you get back.” She gave a reassuring smile with that promise, her tone much sweeter, bitter sweet really.

Since that traumatic evening, Lyra had stopped her basement dwelling projects and random adventures out in uncharted areas both inside and outside Equestria. It was unusual to see, but Bon-bon appreciated every bit of Lyra’s care. Even so, she was already missing Lyra’s wild and wacky adventurous self. That had disappeared overnight, just to look after her lover’s fragile moments.

The thought itself was enough to cause Bon-bon’s eyes to glass over, approaching Lyra and giving a loving peck to her lips. She prayed everything would work out, whispering softly.

“Everything is going to be OK…”

“I know”

The two gazed into each others eyes, not wanting the moment to end. It was joy, a moment where love truly conquered all, feeling safe just being so close as to feel their warm breaths tickling their lips.

“Awww!” Carrot top couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside from the sight. It caused the two lovers to pull away with small hints of a red shade across their muzzle.

With one last good-bye, Carrot top and Bon-bon left the house, leaving Lyra to tend to the house and work on getting the bed back upstairs. She was more than capable of such a simple task… maybe. Bon-bon knew that her partner handled it well yesterday, could today be any different?

Honey, I love you but try not to do anything… retarded.

The cream colored pony prayed, never having the heart to say such a thing to her lover’s face. One thing she always dreaded was taking away Lyra’s smile.

Not even a minute passed and the sofa caved in with a POMF. The scatterbrained mint green pony sighed out in relief, laying across the cushions with the remote control to the TV already engulfed in a turquoise aura. She displayed a fine example of the sweet art of procrastination, right there.

Lyra increased the volume after a few seconds, making sure Bon-bon was out of ear-shot before she could change the channel. A telekinetic press of a button later and the screen jumped to the Foal-time network. It was that time for one of her favourite shows to come on: Seapony Finpants. It was a cartoon Lyra had grown fond of, mainly due to the twisted humor that would be better off for college students. That and the animated seapony looked a lot like her. The aquatic adventures of Seapony and her mentally deranged friend Pat-pat, that was a pink seapony, provided a great deal of entertainment for foals and stoner ponies alike… and Lyra.

“Apple fishing! Apple Fishing! Apple fishing!” Lyra sang along with the two dimwitted but adorable characters as they frolicked across fields with catcher nets held in their fins. The apples mentioned were in fact tiny little creatures in the shape of apples with small tentacle stingers. Usually the morning broadcasts would be reruns; even with how popular the show had been and gone into about eight seasons that progressively became more crazy.

“Hmm… I should start soon, after this episode though,” Lyra thought out loud, looking at the dismay of her living room.

The most they had done whilst Carrot Top was there was clean up the shards of glass and dishes, plus some scrap wood from the obliterated dining chair. The only tasks at hoof were to move the bed upstairs and make everything look pretty, which Lyra could not be so fussed about. She sighed as she forced herself up off her comfy sofa, leaving the show on for some pleasant background noise. The bed looked like it would need both magic and her strength to haul it back up the stairs, no regrets. If she didn’t come downstairs, who knows what that sexual deviant of a stallion would of done to her Bon-bon!

Somewhere inside of Lyra’s scattered mind, she sub-consciously looked for a way to get out of doing hard labor. Her wish was granted in form of a glass bottle that twinkled in her peripheral vision, Berry’s gift. She pounced onto the table, eyeing the tempting bottle of strange blue supposedly alcoholic beverage. Her hooves were side by side the bottle, staring it down like a detective interrogating a suspect.

“Well… maybe a mouthful won’t hurt?” She questioned with a sly smile widening across her cheeky face.

“No, Lyra!” A small yet familiar voice suddenly squeaked into her ear.

There, standing on her right shoulder was a small apparition of Bon-bon with small Pegasus wings and an angelic halo. Her face was scrunched into a look of sadness, pleading to Lyra who simply stared with her maw open in shock.

“You have to clean the house! You have to take care of Bonsy-wonsy!” the little angel continued, placing her tiny hooves onto Lyra’s cheeks in an attempt to shake the behemoth sized head.

“Aw, come on! Drink up! You do things way better when yer shit-faced.” Another voice appeared, though it was much more slurred and raspy.

In a small cloud of purple smoke, a staggering Berry punch appeared on her other shoulder. She was just as small, but instead of wings or a halo, a set of little red horns were poking out her deep purple mane.

“Don’t listen to her!" Angel Bon-bon screeched. "She’s a terrible influence and just wants to feel you up!” she cried out, glaring daggers towards the small devil.

“W-What? No I don’t!” Berry stepped back, interrupted as she was in the process of licking Lyra’s face in a lewd manner. She continued as she composed her still swaying self. “Listen Lay-lay, youz gotsa enjoy yerself now and then. It ain’t yer fault that Bon-butt is in the nut-house”

“Therapy.” Lyra interjected flatly.

“Whatever.” Berry shrugged and leaned herself onto Lyra’s face, giving off a soft purr as she rubbed her whole body like a cat in heat against her.

“Ha! Are you seriously going to listen to HER!? After all the things she’s done!” The little Bon-bon shuddered, “After she touched you…” Her hoof whipped up to press up against her forehead in the most soap opera of ways.

“But she’s drunk, I can’t blame her, Bon-bon!” Lyra reasoned, her ears perking up as she realized what she said. “Ohh!”

“Bingo.” Berry chuckled darkly, knowing just what had occurred in Lyra’s mind.

“W-What? No! Lyra think of the consequences!” The small angel flailed her forelegs about, batting at Lyra’s giant cheek in frustration.

“But I have!" She cooed, proud of her own triumphant logic. "If I’m just a wee bit tipsy, I can’t be blamed that much if something goes wrong! Its like insurance!”

With her mind made up, the sea green pony lifted up the bottle with her magic, tugging off the cork with her teeth without a hint of hesitation. Before the two apparitions could do or say anything more, Lyra’s lips had locked around the glass of the bottle neck, chugging down a few good gulps.

“No!!!”

“Yes!!!”

The two little manifestations of her conscience puffed away into nothingness as they cried out in their victory/loss. A moment later the bottle thudded onto the hardwood table, a zest filed sigh of enjoyment followed after. Almost a quarter of the contents had just gone in a few seconds, now splashing around inside of her stomach.

“Mn! Fruity! Wow kinda tastes like toothpa- waaaaaaoooahh…” Her voice warped into a long moan. Her eyes spun around in her head, her footing staggering about on the tiled kitchen floor. “Wh-What the ffff-“ Her mouth suddenly melted onto the table, the floor itself becoming a pulsating series of colors and rainbows that shot out and ricocheted around the kitchen...

Both Carrot top and Bon-bon had enjoyed their walk through Ponyville’s busy streets. On the way, Bon-bon felt her stomach start to cramp the moment Carrot offered to buy her some breakfast before her meeting; she was nervous on what Doctor Zap would say about yesterday’s freak out. Even so, the walk was peaceful and Carrot Top’s stories about her harvests, family plans with the carrot farm and juicy gossip was appealing to Bon-bon. Yes, she could do this more, maybe even be better friends with Carrot top, the thought gave her a sense of well being- hopes for a better, livelier future.

North Ponyville General Hospital was Ponyville’s second busiest hospital and well equipped too. The front desk was being minded by none other than nurse Redheart. She was the stuff that only strengthened a common fantasy amongst young stallions. The lobby had a few ponies sitting and watching the large TV at the centre of the seating area. Only a few of them looked like they needed some serious tending to, such as the stallion with a watermelon stuck in his mouth, unable to move it since it was locked up.

Another eyesore trying to hide near the back of the seating area with a sour look on her cyan face was none other than one of the elements of harmony, Rainbow Dash. One of her wings was singed a charcoal black, and some of her hair as well looked to have been set ablaze quite recently. Bon-bon could have sworn she saw smoke still floating off of her head. Though a quick glare from the Rainbow streaked daredevil made Bon-bon look away in a fright.

After a hurried inquiry at the receptionist’s desk on Dr. Zap’s whereabouts, the two were given the news that he had stepped out on an emergency.

“What? But he told me to come see him!” Bon-bon was outraged, she was not running late and this happens.

“Yes, I’m terribly sorry. Doctor Zap said he had to tend to a…” She paused, stuttering the words “J-Jelly related incident.” Nurse Redheart’s sweet voice explained, her angel blue eyes squinting to the confusing excuse.

The exasperated growl that escalated into a groan of annoyance that left Bon-bon, rivaled the screams of the maternal ward. She gave a firm bang onto the reception desk, startling Nurse Redheart with a cute but involuntary squeal.

“A-Are you alright?!” She asked in a sharp whisper. The last thing the hospital needed was more drama in the waiting lobby.

“I’m fine.” Bon-bon muttered, before giving another bang of the desk, “I haven’t eaten, I've had the most horrible morning and now my shrink isn’t even here?!”

“Bonny, calm down!” Carrot Top grabbed hold of Bon-bon’s shoulder as she started to rant and rave. Ushering her out the front doors of the lobby as the cream colored pony began to yell profanities and aimless insults. The scene had all the ponies in the waiting room staring, baffled to the sudden display of spontaneous rage. Even Rainbow dash herself blinked a few times before she stifled a giggle.

Once outside, Bon-bon had quieted down, her eyes narrowed and staring at the ground, walking further away from the hospital. An awkward silence floated in the still air, Carrot Top had never ever seen Bon-bon act like she did. In all the time she had known Bon-bon, she believed the talented baker was one of the most level headed and mature ponies next to even Twilight sparkle.

“Sorry…” Bon-bon broke the silence. Knowing full well she just made a complete fool of herself in public, again.

“Hey, come on Bons. We all have our bad days, right?” Carrot top began, still shaken up from the bit of adrenaline that burst inside of her at the sight of the violent curses that left her cream colored friend. “I mean, you and Lyra deal with my stuff after all”

“Yes, but” Bon-bon spoke up, lifting her head to interrupt but failed as Carrot persisted.

“Remember when I found out that my ex, Caramel was cheating on me with one of those mailmares? “ She asked with a slight grimace twitching to the corners of her lips.

“Yeah?” Bon-bon trailed off, trying to recollect the tearful night. But really the attempt to remember was pushed aside with paranoia. No way, could it have been that yellow one from yesterday… damn. She whipped her head about, snapping out of her space out “Yes, yes I do remember.” She lied.

“Well it was no surprise that I was very upset. So I turned to the only mares I could trust when things were getting me down.” She spoke with a warm tone, wrapping a foreleg around Bon-bon’s neck to hug her. The sudden closeness caused Bon-bon’s eyes to shoot wide open, speechless. But the next few words that whispered from Carrot’s lips, hit Bon-bon right in her heart.

“I’m not afraid to express myself around my friends, so you shouldn't either.”

Without missing a beat, Bon-bon lifted her own foreleg to return the embrace. Not afraid? Her mind echoed the words, causing a sudden storm of images to swamp her. Was she so bitter at times towards others who would call her a friend, only because she could not express herself like they could? Was she so blocked even from herself? She wondered. And while tried to comprehend her actions from that one simple sentence from Carrot, she tightened the hug. I’m so sorry…

It was a new lesson that she realized, one that was another step into her blossoming of a new self. But like the tears that welled at the corner of Bon-bon’s blue eyes, she also knew that it takes more than a few drops, to make something grow. She buried her face in Carrot top’s mane, sobbing softly, wishing she could step back in time and strike her old self for the cruel and sour thoughts that plagued her mind.

Carrot top whispered soft words of comfort, stroking Bon-bon’s bubblegum streaked hair. She had guided the teary mare towards a tree off by the path, sitting together as Bon-bon let out another emotional draining weep.

Regret and guilt. Two powerful forces that exist in many ponies, many struggle to overcome obstacles that tear away at one’s heart. But just because the past is concreted into an image of such pain, does not mean the future must suffer as it is not set in stone yet.

An hour had passed. Bon-bon was smiling again with Carrot top’s endless chattering, reminiscing on events, get-togethers and a few parties that Bon-bon herself would attend. The still sniffling mare was growing inspired by Carrot top’s ability to just… talk? Sure her endless chatterbox ways could really cause a pony to chisel their own teeth with impatience, but it could be worse. At least she was not as bad as pinkie pie could be, and everypony knows how talkative she can be. But as the slight hitches of breath soon began to fade away, and tears dried up, Bon-bon was starting to share more as well.

“I still can’t believe that terrible prank Berry pulled with the éclairs on that birthday party,” Bon-bon giggled with a hoof shielding her lips, recalling an event most foul.

“I never got back at that devil!” Carrot top gasped “I swear I thought I was never going to get out of the bathroom!”

“Laxatives!” Bon-bon finally barked out in a loud fit of laughter, falling backwards with hooves on her belly and hind legs kicking. “And, and! Ahh! The whole of Cheerilee’s class had em’ School was out the next day cause they thought- ahaha! A bug was going around!”

“No way!” Carrot joined in with a winded guffaw.

Both ponies ended up laughing hysterically from the tale of the messy day. A day when Berry Punch thought it would be hilarious to shove a tiny amount of laxative in each piece of Bon-bon’s irresistible éclairs. Little did she know that the prepared confectionery was for a young colt’s birthday party. Poor Pipsqueak, at least it would be a birthday for him to remember. Well, him and the parents of all the attending children... A horrible and sleepless night of tummy-ache-tantrum terror…

And diarrhea.

“Oh no!” Bon-bon gasped as she realized that the sun was beginning to curve to start the sunset. “I bet Lyra is worried, lets head back!” she nudged at the still cracking-up mare besides her, before shaking her frantically, “Carrot!”

“What?!” Carrot Top jumped, her laughter faltering to a few stammered giggles.

“We need to head back, Lyra gets very paranoid when I disappear for too long.” She admitted, annoyed at the fact. The last time Bon-bon was away for more than half of the day from home, Lyra had gathered search parties for her with an over-exaggerated story of her disappearance. Something along the lines of ”The humans took my Bonnie! They’re exacting their revenge! Baww!”

With the two of them composing themselves, they started their trek through Ponyville at peak hour business times. Of course they were unable to help but look at a few stalls, displaying delicious treats and some other nick-knacks. But their commute was fairly quick just like earlier in the morning, only this time Bon-bon’s stomach churned and hopped up in her throat with an unmistakable feeling of dread shivering through her body. It grew worse as her house was within sight.

“Why is the door smeared in cake?” Carrot top flatly asked. It confirmed Bon-bon’s strange intuition- nay, her sixth sense when Lyra was about to do something utterly stupid.

Pink, brown and more pink cake froting was splattered across the once beautiful lavender wooden door- Everfree forest timber is quite pricey! Without a word, Bon-bon pulled on the door handle, pausing her snappy motion as hot chocolate fudge smeared onto her hoof, NO, not the good fudge! I was saving it!The massacre of sweets caused Bon-bon to burst into action, her heart racing on the verge of having a panic-attack!

She pushed the door open, Carrot top right behind her. Their mouths hung open in shock, running into the wreckage of what was the living room. The couch was… dressed. The attire was made of a bed sheet that was sewn and fastened to look like a button up shirt, with a large cardboard hat. The cushions had been crudely sewn together and spray painted, reading the words ‘Mr. Destiny’

“By Celestia’s TITS! Lyra, Where are you!?” Bon-bon cried out desperately, fearing the well-being of her marefriend. This is too crazy! No way Lyra could of…

“Babooga! Get away! Stop staring at me!” A voice shrieked from inside the kitchen, accompanied by a jar of cookies that flew out from the entryway and smashed onto the living room floor.

Carrot quickly hid behind Mr. Destiny, peeking over the arm rest of the chair to watch Bon-bon approach the domain of the mint green creature. The beige pony stepped into the kitchen, almost fainting from the mere glance of her prized lair where candy came from. The table looked to be split into two and laid amongst the other splintered remains of its once gorgeous and refined structure. The tiles were covered in cakes, kitchen pots dressed in some of the clothes they kept upstairs and worst of all… Lyra was sitting on top of the refrigerator, shaking violently from head to tail.

“Hon…ey?” Bon-bon stared to her lover, noticing much of the hot fudge and some lipstick was drawn on most of her body in a camouflage pattern. She stepped forward, only to receive a cat like hiss from Lyra, her back and tail arching upwards. “Lyra, it’s me! Bon-bon!” She tried to reason, her mind going blank with little options or understanding on what the hay had just happened.

“pppppft profitto rolls… PROFITTO ROLLS!” Lyra screamed, clasping her head in her hooves as she let out a pained cry of agony, “They’re coming! They’re coming to steal everything!”

“Lyra, stop! Please!” Bon-bon summoned the courage to step forward, hiding a whimper in her voice to the devastating scene of her lover’s madness. But before she could open her mouth again, Lyra’s eyes widened and grew bloodshot with rage… spotting Carrot top hiding behind the couch and staring at her.

“The magic carrot, yes, YES! The prophecy has been fulfilled!” She roared out, standing on her hind legs with mouth frothing in pure psychotic rage. “Have at you!” She challenged!

With a powerful leap, Lyra soared over Bon-bon’s head and over towards an unsuspecting Carrot Top. A scream left the captured golden yellow pony, with Lyra latching onto her body with all four legs wrapping around her like some spider-like creature. Carrot Top could only run as the snarling crazed Lyra held on like a bucking rodeo performer. Furniture started to be knocked out left and right, Bon-bon chasing after Carrot top. She refused to stop, and amongst all the screams what made it worse was a sudden war cry from Lyra.

“Grant me your treasure, oh magical screaming carrot! NUMPH”

“SHE’S EATING MY MANE!” Carrot top screamed to the top of her lungs, jumping up as she immediately felt the hairs pull and tear from her scalp. Hell, even Bon-bon heard the fur standing sound of brutal Velcro-like ripping. With a kick off the ground, Bon-bon leapt and tackled Lyra off of Carrot Top’s struggling body, both landing with a loud thud-splat to the cake and ice-cream stained carpet. She pinned down her crazed partner, straddling her before she look over her shoulder to see the last moments of Carrot top falling to her side, out cold, oh you’re shitting me!

Her attention focused back onto Lyra, noticing her struggles were growing weaker and she had ceased her profound yelling.

“Lyra?...” Bon-bon leaned closer to observe Lyra’s sudden change in behavior, being met with a sudden splatter of spit and a gagged noise escaping the back of her throat.

She’s choking!

On Carrot top’s hair no doubt.

Bon-bon was hit with another surge of distress and adrenaline causing her mind to race a thousand thoughts a second. What if she passes out? What do I do? Baby, don’t die! She shook the mint green pony to no avail, her struggles were growing weaker and weaker with every passing second. Her face was turning a sickly shade of blue, lifting her hoof up to touch Bon-bon’s face, before it limped and fell to a side.

At that very moment, Bon-bon’s world crashed and fell into a million pieces. Her breath hitched, mind numbing to emptiness as the sight of Lyra’s golden eyes fluttering and rolling back to her skull, tore her apart.

“No… No! No! Lyra! Don’t! STOP IT!” Bon-bon let out a long scream of her agony expanding inside her shattering heart, shaking her body whole with tears streaming down her face. “NO... Don’t leave me! I love you!”

She swung her forelegs up into the air, crying out as she slammed them down onto Lyra in a fit of emotional anguish, again and again she shook and wailed at Lyra’s unresponsive body. A final heavy strike down onto Lyra’s torso, and-

“BLARGH” A moist hairball shot out of Lyra’s mouth, hitting and sticking onto the ceiling.

“YES!” Bon-bon shouted out in victory, hooves raised up to the air as the reassuring sounds of Lyra’s gasping removed the blanket of cold dread from Bon-bon’s very soul. She remained still, panting heavily with her hooves still raised… But then something else left Lyra’s mouth.

“HuRK, Mnff…” A gushing stream of dark blue liquid struck Bon-bon’s face, dousing her in Berry Punch’s strange concoction. Projectile barf that would downplay even the most hardcore of college party mongers. The now booze and what appeared to be cake coated Bon-bon remained frozen, her eye twitching with a look of utter disgust, hooves still in the air.

“…Ah… “ Was all that left Bon-bon. Shaking in a mix of internal turmoil and pure disgust. Her world quickly faded to black from emotional exhaustion, with Lyra's sputtering cough ringing in her ears.

A set of hooves trotted along the sticky carpet, two male voices speaking casually amidst the look of dismay. ...Young paramedics.

“Looks like an acid party gone wrong here.”

“We have three unconscious females in the residence here. Wait, hold one make that two and a half. This green one is chewing the sofa and looks really out of it.”

“The fuck is that on the ceiling?”

Something I’m going to have to explain to my therapist…

Author's notes: What a gorgeous day. Hm I wonder what will happen when they wake up? Also... Just what did Lyra see the whole time she was having her trip-out?

Ahh emotional whiplash...

CH.3 A Hoof of Reality

Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 3. A hoof of Reality

-This chapter contains events in which are to shatter a pony's sanity. Pushing the boundaries of what one mare can take-

My name is Bon-bon... And I have an anger problem. Well honestly I wouldn't say I have a problem with anger, more like a problem with fuckking purple mares who try to steal your marefriend patience. All I remember from yesterday is that... Carrot top opened my eyes, she is such a sweet heart deep down, I can't understand why I was so bothered by her before. Jealousy maybe? I feel so bad, like I've kicked a puppy, but I'm happy I was able to connect with her like friends really do.

How in Equestria does Lyra deal with me?---

Oh no, I remember now! I hope she's alright!

Her shoulders rolled back in an attempt to lift her front hooves, only to find her efforts to be in vain. Her eyes shot wide open as she felt the thick substance that had encased her from the neck down, a purple gelatinous substance.

No… I couldn’t be…

A cackle from above had confirmed her fears, thick in an Appleloosan accent that laughed hysterically. The beige pony gasped at her captor, peering up to the narrowed, twisted eyes of a grey stallion that stood upright on his hind legs upon a steel walkway looking down at her immobilizing prison.

“Hyuck gyuck, hyuck hyuck!” He guffawed, ” Mnn, I have you now, my lil’ sweetie Bon!” Hugh from the group therapy class proclaimed, as his front hooves were occupied in smearing his chest and stomach in two different colors of his sick sex jelly. An audible moan spluttered from the corners of his lips, as he started to lick at his hooves and wherever else his fruit-color-stained tongue could reach.

“Get away! Let me go!” Bon-bon shrieked, bolting to a sat up position only to be met with a painful, blinding light that immediately caused her eyelids to squeeze tightly shut.

A dream?

She breathed a sigh of relief, opening her eyes to be met with the bland scenery of a basic hospital room for admitted patients. Natural sunlight was enough to have the whole room alight, a welcoming breeze had also invaded from the window, drowning out most of the nostril burning smells of medicine and high grade disinfectant- she liked it a lot more than the vivid stench of sweat and crushed grapes…

The beige pony’s mind now sunk itself deep into the process of recollecting her thoughts and whatever her pounding, migraine suffering mind would mercifully give. Her hoof pressed between her eyes, seething as a few flickering images managed to form into one clear, concise thought.

Lyra’s eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Her focus shattered, gasping before her hooves kicked off the bed sheets and clopped onto the yellow flooring. Her adrenaline gushed through her system, shaking of the groggy and tense state she was in as she hurdled through the corridors of the west hospital wing. Galloping in rapid strides, her head whipping left and right to glance at every open door down the hallway, dodging carts, nurses and wheelchair seated ponies. Their protests and cries of anger being brushed off as she snapped around every tight curve, losing her gown as it caught on a patient’s mobile drip stand.

But alas, her fears and some other worldly force that had been plaguing Bon-bon in recent days was ready and waiting, pulling the strings of her fate and sanity to another grand degree of stress.

Light could not escape the darkness that coated along the walls in some eerie permanent shadow. The lights along the ceiling seemingly dimmer in this rather isolated portion of the hospital. At first it would appear to be another corridor that would lead to one of the main, more open areas, or perhaps a ward. But no, any who pressed on in these particular, nameless hallways would be met with a set of double doors; beyond it would be a descending stone staircase.

Besides the stairwell that descended down into a pitch black pool of another abyss was an elevator, designed large enough to bring down patient beds. The usually promising construction of lazy travel however howled to Bon-bon with a trembling cold hum that resonated from the shaft it was suspended over…

Even with Bon-bon’s mind somewhat numbed from her wake and the adrenaline, stairs seemed a lot better right then. Desperate to find the sea green pony of her dreams that held a portion of her heart so dearly, she pressed on.

A cold air nipped at her soft cream fur, her quick breaths emitting a soft puff of white smoke into the still air.

Her hoof held itself against the railing as she took each step with care; a pool of pitch black was all she could make clear of beyond her knee joints, focusing on the small glimmers of faint light that illuminated the worn steel of the railing- the chipped off paint shaping the snake line of silver shine.

After two turns and three flights down, another set of double doors stood before her and by now her adrenaline was subsiding and conscience thoughts beginning to reappear. Seriously the frequent adrenaline was going to get to her in the long run…

What the hay am I doing?! I’ve probably wound up in the maintenance area or storage.

She pondered, starting to also back away from the door, until a small but audible muffled voice came from behind. Unable to decide if it was just in her head or indeed a sign of life, she sighed in defeat and closed the distance between herself and the cold door.

The darkness really not helping her keep her calm, she pressed a hoof against one of the doors before she would let her next adrenaline burst get the better of her- if that was even possible right now. An open room greeted her, slightly more illuminated than the stairwell but all in a sickly shade of ghostly blue.

“Hello?” She called out with hope and uncertainty conflicting inside her tone.

The sharp metallic echo of her voice was all that welcome her, with a slight ringing in the air that hung for a while. She held her breath as she stepped into the room, noticing two tables parallel from each other at the centre… With two black and sealed body bags.

“A morgue…”

Indeed. The walls were covered in large square shaped doors that must have held the fresh remains of the recently deceased. Bon-bon had never been in one before, only seeing some a few times in the crime shows she managed to catch after work. The eerie sound of a faint motor running within the walls was enough to cause her throat to tighten in fear. Wait, fear?

“Get a grip girl. It’s just a big fridge for the ones that have passed on, you’re letting Lyra’s stories and superstitions get the better of you.” She told herself out loud to reassure herself, Bon-bon was not a pony to believe in something so farfetched, she was a pony of logic and physical proof-

“D-Did that bag just move?!...” Her voice shout-whispered sharply to herself, her eyes wide and threatening to pop out her head and rear end pressed against the door.

The bag twitched again, the other one besides it beginning to shuffle in spot with a clear, heart stopping zipper noise that soon followed. The moment the long, drawn out noises hit Bon-bon’s ears, she lifted herself onto her hind legs and twirled, pressing hard against the two doors in a panic. Her throat was clenched, chest aching from her gasps building on one on top of the other, unable to scream even.

That is, until a single hoofstep noise filled the room…

“It won’t open!” She shrieked, sobbing between her frantic whimpers, praying that somehow, someway by some divine intervening that these thick doors would open! She did not dare to turn around, just the thought and all the images from those wretched movies that Lyra enjoyed was more than enough.

With her only exit condemning her, her fight or flight responses took hold of her body, possessing her to turn and face the shambling two bodies that dragged their hooves towards her.

Both males, one an earth pony, the other a unicorn sharing similar light grey color bodies. Their faces devoid of life; pupils gone, maws misshaped with their herbivorous teeth now jagged and elongated out in front of their withered lips. The unicorn was in a nurse’s outfit looking recently turned with wounds across his forelegs and torso, while the other bared the red and Coagulated black pieces in his maw that the other stallion was missing…

Somewhere, higher above any pegasi could reach, further than the sun or stars in a different plane of existence. A group of similar beige colored ponies perked their heads up from their leisurely gathering. They wore an assortment of ancient plated armors of scale, iron and the toughest of wood from fabled trees. The array of winged, horn and earth pony comrades gathered to an edge of the main peach golden cloud, feeling an energy they had not felt in centuries.

These almost Viking-like ponies glanced towards each other without even the slightest hint of body language, the glints in their eyes more than enough to come to a unified conclusion. Before long, the eldest of the behemoth like stallions stepped out from the middle of their meeting circle. These resting spirits of pony Valhalla closed their eyes together along with their chief, and before long a howl of a mighty force started to shake the heavens and endless skies of their rightful given place. Their thousand year war cry that would cause any fortress to crumble to their knees shot out and became one, with a certain mare.

-_Back at the morgue_-

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!”

Yep, Bon-bon.

Although her war cry was far from the empowering and courage riddled sound that her ancestors or any warrior, no. Instead she sounded more like that time the entire town was woken up by a shriek of pure terror and rage from the direction of Cloudsdale. Later it was discovered that the noise was a result of a certain cyan pegasus that somehow had her VIP front seat Wonderbolts tickets thrown into a blender.

Bon-bon roared out with the might of her ancestors- sort of, shaking violently in a bipedal stance the whole time she shouted into her front hooves, like she was giving those appendages either pep talk or verbal abuse. The sight was intimidating enough to even have the two zombies stop in their tracks and glance to each other for a second. And that second was all Bon-bon needed.

A sickening crunch mixed into Bon-bon’s scream, caused by a soaring hoof on crumbling snout of a zombie pony. The blood soaked stallion hurdled to the other side of the room with deafening bang against the steel drawers. He fell, lifeless- well not moving since… anyway. Bon-bon’s roar had stopped but her fight for her precious brains did not!

The chained beast that slumbered within bon-bon’s weak, rusted cage of self control had shattered its restraints whole. She was pissed- no, more than pissed. Imagine a bear walking through the woods, suddenly the ursine is captured, cattle prodded, kept in a small, cramped cage and forced into humiliating acts like riding a unicycle. Times that by ten, and add some clowns and a loudmouthed ring master who would engage in adulterous acts besides the cage during late hours when animals were sleeping. Oh and no, the bear can’t say a thing; every retaliation is met with an electrical discharge, tranquilizer dart or a painful whip. And oh the squeakiness of it all! Clowns walking about at every hour of every day with their annoying shoes, and imagine how much more annoying that sound is when one of them is being taken from behind from a fat stallion circus trainer muttering constant profanities before the climax of confetti and a party blower popped the bear’s ears.

Those events is what transpired to the clown massacre of Ponyville two years ago when the circus came to town, Bon-bon would never forget that horrifying day. And that is just how enraged she was right now, pissed as a clown hating bear.

Lyra thought it was fucking hilarious until she figured out it was not part of the act… an hour later.

Now where were we? Oh right, zombies.

SLAM!

Like a dealer wanting their money, Bon-bon held the head of one of the dazed stallions, forcing it in place at the edge of an open drawer. In violent motions, she slammed the thick, steel door shut onto the head of the now gargling stallion repeatedly, attempting to do the age old zombie killing technique. The room was in shambles, and by now there was a whole lot more blood than there was a few minutes ago!

“Stop!” A voice shot through the opening steel doors, a hazelnut coated mare in a lavish business skirt and top came racing in followed by two other hospital intern ponies. Their appearance created no surprise to the bloodied face of Bon-bon, who merely turned in her upright position with her shoulders rising and falling in deep, rage imbued breaths. Her eyes were bloodshot, nostrils flaring with a hint of steam puffing on each exhale and glaring to the sudden arrival of potential threats. Oh how her ancestors would be proud… but…

-_Twenty minutes earlier_-

A tacky show title graphic swoops across the television screens of Equestria, accompanied with its usual jingle. The loud clamber of hooves applauding rivaled the annoying show tune as the commercial break ended with cheers from the live audience. And of course, the mandatory camera pan over their heads to the announcer standing in the middle of an empty but brightly lit stage.

“Whoa! Welcome back ladies and gentlecolts! If you’ve just tuned in, that’s ok! Cause the main event of our ‘live-lunch-hour-scare’ is underway on… “ she paused for dramatic effect, camera zooming out for the unnecessary announcement of, “Perfect Panic!”

The audience cheered along the name of what was Equestria’s most popular prank show that broadcast just when most businesses would have their lunch break; golden afternoon hour.

“Now without further ado, audience, let’s get onto today’s big scare!” The hostess announced, throwing her front legs in the air to emphasize the ‘excitement’ this branch of entertainment relied upon.

And with that, viewers from their homes or workplace lunch rooms would be met with exaggerated graffiti effects as a sort of slide show presentation began in form of black and white photographs layering one on top of the other. The same hostess providing some… interesting detail off-screen.

“This week we’ve got an intern nurse fresh out of medical school! She came to Ponyville to study with a diverse mixture of specialists at north Ponyville hospital. That’s right, folks! she’s an ambitious one to work at the largest and most popular patch up shack. “ She explained, with the crowd giving a long ‘ooooh’ like noise of intrigue.

Photographs piled onto the screen, consisting of a young earth pony mare, the hospital itself and of course more profile photos, some looking more invasive than others… A surprise shower snapshot for instance. She was cute however; peach yellow coat and ginger red mane with bright azure eyes.

The screen panned to a graphic of an animated television, the static screen fizzling before a clearer image of Ponyville hospital became visible. Soon the image transitioned to what appeared to be a familiar, cold blue room.

“We’ve got a contact on the inside to send nurse Quick Patch down to the morgue to ‘collect’ some samples from a recent organ donor… But what she’s about to bump into is something that will cause her to tear apart every medical textbook she’s ever read!”

Cruelty would perhaps be the best tagline for this show so far. But as far as entertainment goes: As long as it’s juicy and hilarious at somepony else's expense, its comedy gold. no shit.

Who said that?

Anyway.

“Our actors have placed themselves hidden inside body bags, ready and waiting for our victim to waltz in and… well, you’ll just have to see!” The hostess giggle snorted rather fiendishly, keeping silent from then on as screens across Equestria now started the main event.

Hidden cameras positioned in multiple positions, the main one being a corner ceiling camera hidden in the shadows that gave an almost-full view of the entire room. The screen flickered just after a few seconds to a focused camera that was perched right beside the door, then onto an infrared view of the stairwell just outside. The deep green and black image merely showed a mare unsteadily making her way down towards the steel doors.

Even the hostess had to squint to try and identify the oncoming pony, along with all the other viewers that were holding their breath, how exciting! The doors closed behind the mare with a reassuring –click- of its thick handle. Once she was in the actual morgue, another pony had crept out from under the stairwell and stealthily fastened a rope around the door handles. The live audience giggled at this scene as the masked stallion gave a large grin to the infrared camera, whilst gesturing, shhhh.

Without missing a beat, the screen flickered to the near-full room view. Confusion quickly swept across the minds of viewers at home; that definitely was not the peach colored nurse… That just made it all the more interesting to keep watching.

From within the control room overlooking the progress of their live broadcast, a set of deep gold narrowed her almost seductively slanted eyes, “Keep the broadcast, follow just as organized” She instructed to the ponies seated before various control panels and monitors.

Just like clockwork, the plan had begun to unfold. Both body bags shuffled ten seconds after they would hear the door close, and give a heart stopping performance that would even make Green Rosemaro - leading zombie movie director, proud. Both stallions shuffled and moaned as they limped towards the now panicking beige pony, frantically beating at the steel doors. The crowd ate it up, bursting into laughter just to see the sheer terror shaking up the bubblegum haired mare. The camera angles flicked back and forth between the full room view and small cameras positioned on the clothing of the actors, zooming in onto Bon-bon’s face, comedy gold right there! The producers could feels the bits raining down on them already-

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Laughter stopped quicker than a dead foal joke at a foal shower.

The blood curdling scream of unmistakable rage had all viewers, hostess and control room operators of the show watching in awe. The blur of a cream colored hoof smashing one actor across the room suddenly turned this prank reality TV show into ESPN (Equestrian sport pony network) mixed martial hoof!

The loud slam and powerful impact was enough to have the above camera shake into momentary static and tilt over, still catching the intense action that followed. But instead of total horror and shock that would normally tremble the upstanding and civilized equines of the noble Equestrian society…

“YEAH!” Yelled Horsepower from within the live audience.

The crowd followed the bulky stallion’s enthusiasm, hollering and whooping, all for the beat down. The same energies however, were not expressed by the hostess or producer watching from their control room.

“Do we… um, cut to commercial?” A nervous young mare questioned her superior, keeping her hooves over the large buttons that controlled the cameras.

The superior in question was an elegant chocolate colored mare, her long flowing hair matching the tone of hazelnuts. Her stern golden eyes narrowed pensively to the scene unfolding, pulling her eyes between her dying actors and the sight of the approving crowd.

“No.” She said flatly, turning as she cantered towards the exit “Keep it rolling... though hold my calls and call the insurers.” She instructed further in a cool and concise manner. But her hooves were quick to start stampeding down the halls and out onto the streets of Ponyville in a hurry.

-_Present time_-

“You’ve been had!” announced the chocolate mare, doing her best to keep up her refined, stern appearance. Deep down though, she was shaking in her horse shoes.

The two accompanying stallions appeared to be interns in their light green scrubs, one of which was the contact that set up the prank after being rejected by nurse Quick Patch for a date. Even though they worked in a hospital, the two were mortified by the sight of fake-blood splattered across the standing mare and body drawers… The actors weren’t moving.

The confrontation and negotiations quickly shattered as a single step forward from the scorned mare came. Bon-bon was simply not in a state of mind for logical deductions, stricken with the flight or fight response that still appeared to be taking full hold of her volatile emotions and pent up rage that was sweet fuel to the flames.

The three had backed away as their once ‘victim’ drew near, causing viewers to be at the edge of their seats!

“Bon-bon?” A voice called from behind the three trembling ponies.

Out from the shadows appeared two figures, one shorter than the other and much more square shaped as well, engulfed in a magical aura. The other would-be brave ponies made way for the others without missing a beat, since Bon-bon by now had grabbed a nearby dislodged drawer door in her hooves as she continued her advance. Primal instincts did not have a pause feature.

“Boom Boom!” A slurred voice chirped from the dim shadows, an all too familiar one that gave would truly make Bon-bon’s day shine.

“Lyra?” Bon-bon squeaked, dropping her state of rage-gore the mare-barian in a heartbeat, as well as her posture and makeshift weapon.

Wheeled in with the aid of a unicorn’s magic, Lyra was propped up in the seat in her usual- but still socially awkward – position. Her eyes were drifting about and rolling in her skull, mouth partially open and making a dragged out little giggle noise every so often. Her gown itself being victim to constant changes due to the substantial amount of… drool. A stern voice of a familiar doctor however took the eyes off of the delirious sea green mare.

“Can’t you just stay out of trouble for at least ONE day, Miss Bon-bon?” Doctor Zap’s voice rang through the room, devoid of all its chipper and optimistic promise. Instead it was thick in the chest cringing tone of a very disappointed parent.

All eyes both in the room and behind the screens of TV screens turned their attention to the handsome medical professional. He dismissed the auras around his horn and Lyra’s wheelchair, placing a gentle hoof onto Lyra’s mane to give a comforting pat, “it was your partner’s outbursts upstairs while watching this absurd excuse for entertainment that lead me here.” He explained coolly.

Bon-bon was still in the process of registering just how her surroundings ended in such terrible shambles- unaware of the two rather catatonic stallions that lay behind her under a pile of carts and empty body bags. Being under such spotlight was enough to have her centre of balance dissolve; little did she know that her shaky self was all thanks to wonderful adrenaline!

Z-Zombies… I remember zombies…

But just as Dr. Zap’s mouth opened to speak once again, a chocolate brown blur blitzed and ended up pressed against Bon-bon’s side.

“Bon-bon is it? Well I have to say that was quite a performance!” The well presented mare giggled in excitement.

“P-Performance?...” Bon-bon repeated, lifting her forelegs defensively as her personal space was being invaded.

“Yes! I have not seen that much flank whooping since Zeena Warrior Princess! Oh I loved that Zebra actress… You made her best scenes look like a chick flick!” She continued on to say, waving out a free hoof out in front of their eyes for emphasis, “I can see it now, Sweet Chainsaws- No! Hooves of the Damned! A gritty tale of a mare prison underground fight!” She gasped with her eyes twinkling in a brighter idea, “When Mares go BAD!”

Bon-bon’s eyes blinked, utterly dumbfounded and lost in what was going on. Vague images passed her mind, her panic, the doors and would-be zombies. Her eyes squeezed, scrutinizing the dim corner of the ceiling room…

A hidden camera.

Bon-bon’s eyes curved into a sour look, humiliation was a word not even close to describing the shattering blow to her already severely damaged reputation. She was quite knowledgeable of how some ‘canned camera’ and how much she just loathed them.

“Thanks…” Bon-bon promptly removed the other mare’s foreleg, stepping away and walking off towards her shrink and partner, “But no thanks.” She spat out, cantering off towards the exit with the other two following after her.

“Wait! But there is just so much you can do! Don’t you want to be known as a star?!” The producer pleaded with an exaggerated point towards her prized little budding celebrity.

A loud slam of the two steel doors being bucked in by Bon-bon’s hind legs was all the answer the money hungry mare would need. And to make sure her point got across, Bon-bon quickly fastened the same rope that imprisoned her before to keep the trouble causing producer and two clueless interns locked in with two other out cold actors that were going to wake quite soon and most likely want legal compensation.

“That went well…” Doctor Zap commented with a cheeky little smirk of approval to his patient, unaware the Lyra was sucking on his tail.

The cream pony though merely kept her head down after her moment of what little revenge her more calm state of mind could muster. Her snout pointed towards the ground in a look of shame and emotional exhaustion creeping in again.

Across Equestria though, the crowd started to laugh again at the misfortune of the producer that started to bang her hooves against the doors and holler out profanities like a spoiled brat.

A short trip to the upper levels came with a mixed maelstrom of emotion swirling around Bon-bon’s throat. She could feel eyes planted on her at every corner she turned, her partner was alive, found but not at all the mare she knew. As for her doctor, he kept his nose pointed forward and led the two mares to his office on the higher levels, glaring at snickering interns who caught the show live from the cafeteria.

Before long, Bon-bon found herself seated in a dark navy blue lounge with Lyra’s wheelchair parked next to her, gently holding the hoof of her giddy and… intoxicated marefriend. Dr. Zap’s office reminded Bon-bon of the group therapy room at the community hall, a cozy setting with comfortable seats, motivational posters and bookshelves not entirely filled with books, but boxes. The only real formal objects were his basic oak wood desk and filing cabinet besides his own little office lounge.

Even now, Bon-bon had trouble looking to her doctor, looking to her hooves or Lyra’s body since her face was just too heartbreaking to look at. The sound of papers moving across Dr. Zap’s desk filled the room with the occasional drowsy noise from Lyra, Bon-bon couldn’t take it any more.

“Doctor, what happened?” She asked, unable to keep her eyes from glassing over.

“A few things, from what reports I have gathered in the short time. But I can answer all your questions with one simple conclusion I have come across.” Zap said with his promising attitude shining through again, enough to give Bon-bon a thud in her chest of some comfort.

what was that? She dismissed the feeling. But it happened again when Doctor Zap’s lips widened to a soft smile. And with her emotionally shredded state, she felt best to just ignore most feelings... well she'd be able to.

The stallion’s head ducked under his desk, opening the larger drawer and removing a carton of eggs, placing it on the desk carefully with his magic. The carton opened with a graceful flick of his telekinetic magic, raising a single egg from its carriage.

“See this? This is your emotional state of mind prior to your court order.” He explained, and gave a light tap to the edge of his desk, cracking the shell but not enough to shatter it whole and spill its gooey innards.

Bon-bon merely gave a nod, her brow furrowing with a frown matching the same amount of worry.

SPLAT

He threw the egg down on his desk, the egg exploding in a small splatter of shell shrapnel and clear egg yolk flinging across his desk, his face unchanged. “And that was your emotional state, oh say… at the end of yesterday when you, your partner and pregnant friend were all brought in unconscious”

“Oh my- wait, pregnant?” Bon-bon had winced before going wide-eyed in surprise.

“Yes,” Dr. Zap happily said, “two months to be exact, poor girl didn’t even know but I assure you the baby is perfectly fine.”

“Babies!” Lyra finally spoke up, flinging her hooves in the air before falling forward onto Bon-bon’s lap, causing her marefriend to squeal before she could unleash another set of questions regarding Carrot top.

“Lesh have a bebeh right here Bonsy…” Lyra continued on to say, nuzzling Bon-bon’s stomach. Needless to say it caused a beet red colour to flush across Bon-bon’s cheeks to hear such things, stuttering and falling over her own words trying to say something back, but how could she? Lyra was still in some crazed state of mind and Bon-bon had never interacted with ponies who were inebriated from anything harder than alcohol.

“Ah, yes. Miss Heartstrings current condition…” Zap’s voice fell from its upbeat vibe, narrowing his eyes to another dossier placed close to the edge of his desk. He paused with his eyes widening, looking back to the carton of eggs, “Oh right, where was I?” his smile returned, but it was quick to scrunch up as he caught sight of Bon-bon’s watery eyes holding onto Lyra’s drooling head, an occasional eye twitch striking the beige pony’s eyelid, hard enough to have a few strands of her mane frizzle.

“Erm…” He hummed, motioning to bring his hooves to the carton of eggs. He hesitated however, seeing just how distraught Bon-bon looked, cradling her lover’s head on her lap with her expression squeezed to a disheartening look of anguish. So the psychiatric pony thought better and dropped the goofy act for her sake.

Bon-bon merely stared, if her frown grew any longer, half her face might fall off.

The example of egg props was more effective within a group setting, that and not quite appropriate in front of a potentially permanently brain damaged unicorn. But with a clearing of his throat, the manila folder was raised with a dash of magic and floating over the massacred egg from before.

“Yes…” He said absently, turning a few pages of the documented testing on Lyra’s fluids and diagnostics. He continued “Discord’s magic carpet ride, but a different blend altogether… The effect is long lasting, almost like an alchemic combination from a magic Brewster.”

“D-Discord!?” Bon-bon interjected, squeezing Lyra’s skull against her stomach without realizing, causing the sea green pony to squeak and blow her lips in a raspberry against her lover’s belly. “The lord of chaos?!”

“God of chaos” He corrected.

“Whatever!” Bon-bon snapped, “What in Equestria does he have to do with Lyra!?” Bon-bon was already starting to hyperventilate, her voice becoming as raspy and high pitched as an extremely over protective parent, lifting Lyra’s head and shaking her frantically, “What have you done!? Are you in a cult?!”

“Bon-bon! Please!” Zap rose from his seat, having to use his magic to ease her grip on Lyra’s unfazed and still droopy face.

The green mare’s head bounced back onto Bon-bon’s lap, starting to chew on her thigh, gently thankfully.

“B-But…” Bon-bon tried to speak up, but the prominent voice of the stallion behind the desk took the lead.

“The magic carpet ride term is merely a slang term for this sort of induced effect,” he explained, waving a hoof in the air to emphasize “You know? …Like puffing the magic dragon? Tasting the sun? Preening the wing? Chewin’ the horn?” He listed, all the while scrutinizing the dumbfounded look of wide eyed Bon-bon… ever so innocent. He face-hoofed for a moment before taking a breath, “She’s high”

“Weee high like a sky in the kite!” Lyra lifted her head to cheer, slumping back into the nestled cream colored fuzz afterwards.

“Oh dear…” Was all Bon-bon could say. She grew up in a strict upbringing against illegal and rowdy activities, and with such strict parents always came daily reminders drilling in her head, drugs are evil… They destroy the lives of ponies… criminals… Was what she was brought up to believe, and with that seed planted in her foal-hood, it created a very thick wall of paranoia and judgment towards the subject of teen parties and recreational substances. Just hearing the fact that Lyra was now under the influence caused a buried reflex to kick in. Wanting to push Lyra away, but at the same time save her. She jumped as a sudden tap grabbed her full attention.

“Bon-bon?” Zap tapped at his desk to grab her attention, he was watching her for a good minute during her space out before growing mildly impatient. “I wasn’t finished.”

“Oh, sorry…”

“Besides the classic concoction of Everfree Locoweed, which is a highly illegal substance in the realm of Equestria. There appears to be an added extra ingredient of something… Well, not so commonly known to the medical world.” He gave an honest to heart shrug, continuing, “More like a myth.”

“Myth?” Bon-bon repeated, finding herself absently petting Lyra’s now sleepy head.

“Well, there is a story that one of the most powerful enhancers of potions and other mixtures inspired for medical purposes, is the fluid of the Mimickrus Quadruped” He paused with his mouth agape and about to continue, seeing that Bon-bon was not bright at all in the field of medicine, or mythical lore. “Changling piss” he deadpanned.

Bon-bon’s cheeks inflated, turning a shade of green across her muzzle. She slammed a hoof in her mouth before the worst could happen, gulping it down made her regret holding it in. As she was busy composing herself and taking frequent breaths after her windpipe was clear of fresh hurl, Zap continued casually.

“Yes, but you see even with limited findings on it, it is labeled little more than a preposterous joke or myth within the medical and substance abusing worlds.” He hopped off his seat, trotting to the two mares, paying close attention to Lyra especially just as she drifted off to a deep slumber. “But like I was saying, the substance is an additive that enhances a chemical mixture by almost twenty times its normal longevity.” He continued, but as he did, he looked suspiciously towards Bon-bon, “Everfree locoweed alone is a strong enough substance to give even the hardest of drug users a high for most of the day… It was purified to an almost perfect degree. How did she get a hold of that bottle?”

Morals, friendship and vengeance gripped onto Bon-bon and started to pull and tug for one of these feelings to claim her whole.

Berry… That fiend, that fucking devil of a mare… I could report her, she’d be locked up for all her public drunkenness and for what she did to Lyra! Maybe she wanted me to drink it too?

The thought was becoming very compelling to throw Berry under the carriage once and for all, the heavy pulse of power spread like a dark seed’s roots along her very being, she’d be lying if she said that just the thought of revenge felt oh-so-damn good.

No… wait, she has a filly and a partner too, Colgate? I can’t remember but she’s famous for something. Maybe if I handle this delicately- No! Why should I? After how much she has disrespected Lyra and me?

Mercy tried to get a hoof in on the tug of war, losing its grip as fast as it grabbed unfortunately, face planting at Bon-bon’s hooves instead. Mercy could only gaze up and watch Bon-bon’s brow narrow almost to that of a fiendish serpent, tongue pressing up against her front teeth as her first sly words rolled out.

“Why, yes I-“

Heroic bitch slap from mercy!

“I- uh mean I have no idea…” Bon-bon corrected, feeling that hoof mark internally and hating it. Perhaps not being a tattle tail or a snitch in this case would be for the better, right? Berry is still a mare with feelings. Slut is not an emotion!

Her doctor could only watch with intense scrutiny towards his most volatile patient, but had no other choice but to take her answer and dismiss it with a thoughtful sigh, “Very well… I suppose she should rest for the meantime and undergo a week long detox procedure that should just do the trick.”

“So she’ll be OK?” Bon-bon perked with a radiant hope bouncing off her lips.

“Well, it is just a sort of ‘poison’ in a few ways, nothing lethal in the slightest- I think.” He paused to review what he had just said, “But there shouldn’t be any complications if her system is flushed of foreign bodies and administered standard drips on her resting periods here.” Reassuring her with a smile, Doctor Zap turned to make his way over to his desk and tap a button on his intercom. The small charcoal box emitted a loud buzz before a sweet mare’s voice responded.

“On my way Doctor Zap”

To Bon-bon, her doctor was becoming some sort of a hero; getting her out of these stressful jams when she had no ray of light to follow. She smiled knowing he cared, even though it was his job to do so. She knew that just because she spared the accusation of Berry, she would not let this go.

I’ll have to settle you myself…

Her hold tightened onto Lyra’s sleeping head, leaning down to plant a kiss to her lover’s mane.

The sun had curved and started its slow descent towards the horizon, marking the peak hour where school children would flock out from their schools and swarm the unprepared masses of Ponyville for more ruckus than usual.

Bon-bon was discharged by Doctor Zap, on grounds that she undergoes one of the group activities early, with another patient of his. She sat by herself with an untouched cup of tea that had long since lost its piping hot steam, sitting cold and unwanted on the small outdoor table belonging to one of the many cafes next to the park. The town bustled with life as mares and their foals were shopping at this hour, a few other ponies walking about and laughing as their shifts ended early. All was cheery and bright except for Bon-bon, watching the townsfolk living their lives without a hint of worry on any faces, wishing she could be just like that right now.

Her hoof pressed against her soft cream cheek, leaning partially on the edge of the table, waiting for this so-called other patient of Doctor Zap's to arrive.

“Lyra… Carrot top…” Bon-bon whispered out a sighing breath. She pondered if everything could go back to normal, and if all this drama was really worth her self-development. Somehow in the process of getting help for an issue brewing in her for Celestia knows, how long. Ponies she cared for had been sucked in to her void of almost nut-house-admitting misfortunes. Doctor Zap too, Berry, the others at the meetings… How do they keep on smiling?

“Here goes!” A sudden cheer of a filly caught Bon-bon’s attention, derailing her train of thought and causing a massacre of 7 imaginary ponies along her frontal lobe.

Coming from the direction of the park walkway bridge, a blur of orange and purple raced through the scattering and alarmed crowds of Ponyville. The sounds of a rolling scooter wheels thundering caught the attention of some nearby stall owners, quick to narrow their expressions to an unimpressed look; this was not the first time…

Somehow, a pile of spare construction materials were conveniently placed in such a way that would create the perfect ramp. With perfect momentum, the orange filly soared off and into the air, spreading her tiny wings to catch some good amount of gliding- TOO MUCH.

She screamed in terror as the wooden portion of Sugarcube Corner’s second storey came in full view, smashing through the painted pink planks and disappearing inside.

“Hi Scootaloo!” Pinkie Pie sang from within the turmoil, happy as ever.

The next thing that onlookers of Ponyville would see would be Scootaloo galloping out the front entrance of the confectionery store, covered in layers of icing. Embarrassed, bruised and now a bit sticky, she didn’t look back as she fled the scene of the crime.

“You forgot your scooter!” Pinkie Pie called out after the fleeing filly, wheeling out the small contraption in her hooves and licking off some white cake icing from the handlebars.

Just another normal day in Ponyville.

“Bon-bon, right?” Another voice yanked at Bon-bon’s attention.

The beige pony gave an involuntary squeal and jumped in her seat to the arrival of a yellow pegasus mare. The two shared an awkward silence and looked away to their surroundings for a moment before the aqua haired mare broke the silence.

“Uhh, Zap sent me, you’re going to be my partner, right?” She chirped innocently.

“Partner?” Bon-bon repeated, looking utterly clueless.

“Oh, right! You’re new, I forgot.” She admitted with a giggle, “We get this buddy thing going, see? Kinda like uh… seeing stuff from different angles with somepony else just as messed up.”

Bon-bon held in a grimace, but instead pursed her lips looking as if she were about to laugh. She was far from it though, calmly nodding her head with a small noise of understanding. Her new ‘buddy’ continuing on, seeing as Bon-bon was just staring at her.

Ehehe… messed up, funny…

“I’m Raindrops by the way, you’re gonna LOVE being my buddy!”

“Glad to hear!” Bon-bon finally responded, taking in Raindrops’s enthusiasm with a bit more of an open heart.

The two carried on the positive conversation to the meager talk of each other’s day- Bon-bon tried to give as little detail on the dramas, and what parts of Ponyville they were from. A purple smudge at the corner of Bon-bon’s peripheral vision however caused her neck to snap in the direction of the library close to the centre of town. A certain woozy mare stumbled into the entrance of the tree library, the sight alone sent a pang of outrage and anger coursing through Bon-bon’s chest.

She glared with her blue eyes turning to daggers, burning as they narrowed towards her rage’s next destination.

“Bon-bon? Bons? Ello?” Raindrops cooed, trying to catch her fellow therapy comrade’s attention with a few taps to the table. To no avail, her wings drooped to some defeat. “Ugh, come on, don’t be a pile of bricks like Big Mac- oh”

By the corner of the yellow mare’s own eyes, she caught sight of her own piece of intriguing eye candy. Turning to see a cyan pony in an embrace with a bouquet wielding stallion.

“Oh my gosh, Bon-bon look! Is that Rainbow dash and Thunderlane hugging?” She gasped the words like a shocked fan girl, Bon-bon still not even paying attention.

“Oh, wait no. She’s- yep. She’s strangling him. Still strangling… Now she’s hitting him. Wow…” Her excitement dropped to a flat tone, since Rainbow dash beating up somepony was as common as Pinkie Pie’s parties… Well difference being her parties are ALWAYS awesome.

And that is why you never give counterfeit Wonderbolt tickets to a mare you’re trying to date.

Oh right, back to Bon-bon.

I have someone to strangle too…

“Come on Raindrops, we’re going to the library.” Bon-bon seethed the words, leaping off her seat to trot towards said book fortress.

“Oh! This’ll be a great way for us to get acquainted better! I enjoy reading.” Raindrops said, clueless to what fire was brewing and burning across Bon-bon’s mind, she simply cantered along with a happy smile.

Meanwhile, in a certain hospital room belonging to a peculiar green unicorn.

Doctor Zap entered the room with a clipboard levitating in front of his field of vision, humming and flipping a few pages, speaking in his usual upbeat demeanor.

“Alright Miss Heartstrings, we’re going to prepare you for the initial steps of the detox program, and- uh…” Lowering the clipboard, the stallion had gone wide-eyed to the sight of an empty bed, an open window and a tied up nurse where Lyra once laid.

She was gagged with her own nurse stockings, blindfolded and had a limb tied to each corner of the bed.

“Nurse Redheart!? What happened?” Zap dashed to the nurse’s side, pulling out the bunched up stockings from the still struggling white mare.

“Doctor!” She gasped, before spitting out the taste of the lacy material from her mouth, “pleh! She got up and attacked me! She seemed so much different from her droopy self. I thought she was going to fall asleep and she just spouted something about finding ‘the truth’ “

“The truth?!”

“Yes! Now get this blindfold off me, I feel so expose- Mnfff” Her mouth became full of the bunched up makeshift gag, giving muffled noises of protest. It had fallen from Zap’s telekinetic grip.

“Hm… This is more complex than we could ever imagine… Who knows what madness that warped pony could get into…” Doctor Zap said in a low tone, looking out towards the window with the most serious of faces a doctor could possibly make. It wiped away though when he suddenly snickered down to the nurse.

“Hey, remember that time we met at that party and-“

“Pfft! Fucking untie me!” Nurse Redheart growled, spitting the bundled cloth blindly at Zap’s face.

Meanwhile, somewhere near Ponyville mane street

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“Psst… Derpy!” A shaking little bush said, with a small green horn poking out its leaves…

Author's notes: A challenging aspect of this experiment is balancing the different emotions from scene to scene while maintaining a fluid transition between them.  Any pointers?

CH.4 Sex, Lies and Ninjas

Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 4. Sex, Lies and Ninjas

-Here we reach a pinnacle of madness of both sides of the sanity wall. May push a little too far in some points, but all for a perfectly good reason!-

Yes I'm Bon-bon, you know the drill!

I'm going to get that booze stinking, disgusting excuse of a mare once and for all!

I feel utterly humiliated, but I don't care if I'm the laughing stock of all of Equestria, I'm not going to let Berry get the last laugh!

“Looks like school’s out and all you heart breakers, party goers and general flank shakers are gettin’ ready for fridaaaaay NIGHT! Awww yeah!” A raspy voice cheered through the radios tuned into 109.1 Wub FM.

The voice belonged to a rising star within the rave and dance club communities of Equestria. Now her excitable love for wubs, bass, dubstep and general hoof jump worthy tunes could be shared every afternoon before her skills on the turntables would blast everypony’s ear drums later in the evenings.

And DAMN right it was Friday, a day where many ponies would be walking out of work and unwinding already and expressing TCIF (Thank Celestia its Friday.) Young mares across Equestria prettied themselves up for the clubs, a date or both!

Stockings, make up, perhaps a nice dress, some just flaunted with what Celestia gave them, and they knew they could shake their plots.

“Alright! Let’s start up this sweet kickin’ flank party to make that sun set faster everypony!” The DJ yelled into her microphone, slamming her hooves onto her customized control panel, firing off the sound effects all at once!

“D-D-D-DJ PON- THREE- E- E-E”

“BASS CANNON!”

And of course the mandatory electrical explosion, all that faded into silence as the mare’s voice spoke up over her creative hoofsey work.

“Caller! You’re on the air what’s up, got a request?” The radio mare questioned impatiently.

“Uhh, yes I have a re-“ A nervous stallion’s voice was suddenly cut off with a sharp CLACK.

“OF COURSE YOU DO! And I know what it is!” She hollered with a slam of her hoof, hanging up on her fan/caller without any sign of remorse. “Now everypony! PONY ROCK!”

A song blasted and washed out any existence of the DJ, with a popular club dance song beginning with a heavy beat. Towns across Equestria shuffled and bounced in their homes with the ever-so-popular theme causing their hooves to jump up and down. These were days that could give Pinkie Pie a party overload and cause her to explode- more than usual. In fact it seemed like the whole town of Ponyville was eager to have a fun night, except of course a certain few that had their commitments prioritized higher than flank to flank smacking dancing and drinking.

One pony for instance was the eloquent and beautiful lavender mare na-

Oh, hayseeds. Right, this is about somepony that’s heading towards the library!

Ahem.

As always, the interior of the library was neatly assorted, with a small stack of books piled here and there to be organized – only half of them actually being books that were recently returned. The lighting was perfectly dimmed to be comfortable on the eyes and provide easy reading, lounges and tables dusted and correctly placed… It seemed like a certain baby dragon’s hard work was giving the place quite a shine and reputable face, welcoming all ponies in town with a happy smile and most likely the book they’re looking for.

This was Twilight’s pride and joy, she had grown to love her home quite quickly and the added responsibility gave her a deep sense of accomplishment to help spread the wealth of knowledge. Her perfect, cozy home…

About to get really fucked up.

Let’s watch!

“Nope… “ A slurred mare’s voice grumbled, squinting her eyes at an open book that laid on the desk before her, “Still can’t read…” She continued on to say, rotating her head on different angles, as if somehow the words would bend to her will and become clearer.

“Everything alright, Berry?” The sweet and polite voice of Twilight sparkle interrupted Berry’s train of thought- well more like a rolling barrel down a lubricated bumpy road, but anyway.

“Ouh, wha? Yeah! Just yer books aren’t bein’ so friendly to me” Berry explained, with one eye threatening to bulge out the socket as it peered ever so closely to the text.

“Uhm… Berry?” Twilight’s tone became riddled with concern, “Are you-“

BANG

A rapping at the front door; hard enough to just set the door ajar from whatever it was that caused the impact. The stolen attention from Twilight stayed glued to her door for a few moments, but after nothing else came of it, she dismissed the disturbance.

“Well… That was weird.” Twilight commented, grimacing before she willed the door shut with her magic and trotted back towards the purple mare.

“Sorry about that, I think maybe the mailmare… Oh…” Twilight trailed off, seeing that the piece of literature in Berry’s possession had found a new purpose… as a pillow.

Back outside, Raindrops had her teeth clenched around a bubblegum tail belonging to the flailing Bon-bon. She caught glimpse of Bon-bon’s aggression, having stood on her hind legs to smash the dutch style doors in with her front hooves. She flapped her wings to keep pulling the resisting cream pony further away from the library, giving a strained and muffled yell, “What, is, your, problem!?” She demanded, finally spitting out Bon-bon’s bubblegum tail once she had won the tug-of-war by a good few yards.

“P-Problem?...” Bon-bon said in a low voice, desperately trying to convey her words like a sane pony, though she was far from convincing once her twitching head swiveled around like a lagging videogame character with a frozen twitch and much too wide grin. The twitchy display had Raindrops turn pale- or at least a lighter shade of yellow.

oh….. kay?

“My ‘problem’ is in there!” Bon-bon finally shouted, swinging her hooves in exasperation towards the library, “She’s been messing everything up for me since the day I ever moved to Ponyville! And on top of that, right now while I’m in this damned group therapy, she tries to poison me and my marefriend!” Bon-bon felt the gush of some relief to let those venting words out, giving quite a satisfied sigh at the end of her words, leaving a stunned Raindrops to blink a few times with her mouth agape and wide eyed.

“No way, out of all ponies in this town… her?” Raindrops said in disbelief, she rose a brow with her attention refocusing onto the library. The upbeat pegasi though was not quick to judge however, she has to be overexageratting… right? Maybe she’s got more problems than just ‘anger’ she thought, keeping face with a sincere and supporting smirk- a fake one.

The sight of a smile right now caused Bon-bon’s eye to twitch and snout to scrunch up. So insulting. Watching the yellow pegasi tuck her wings away and place a gentle hoof on her chin as she spoke thoughtfully, “Well, you know…” Raindrops started, humming to will her words together before she continued, “Doc makes us confront the one pony that makes our individual problems more stressful than it ever should be.” Raindrops explained, giving a tiny squee involuntarily that came with a brighter grin. Alas, Bon-bon could see right through this façade of a happy-go-lucky mare with half hearted support nudges.

The positive attitude was not aiding in Bon-bon’s current attitude; her frown was still wide, eye twitching and even a few strands of her hair had sprung and coiled in a messy fashion. She looked like hell, and her insides felt like they were boiling in a pot of hot soup filled with the nastiest essences and fluids known to ponykind.

How… just how the flying fff… can you stay so… Bon-bon’s thoughts trailed off, for in that exact moment she despised Raindrops, hated her even. Just the sound of her voice being so care free, having the gall to smile while knowing full well she had to attend a therapy class?! It was preposterous, idiotic! What would she know about… Well, who else did anyway?

I’m regretting this already…

“Raindrops… “ Bon-bon sighed, clear defeat trailing off her voice.

“Yeah, Bon?” She chirped, hoping she somehow got through to her assigned ‘buddy’ contemplating various ways to excuse herself and get away from this nervous wreck...

Bon-bon took a deep breath, the next words that left her were all the details of a certain mare’s meddling, flirting, obnoxious and heinous acts that made Bon-bon’s life just that little more cringe worthy.

All the way to the events of yesterday, each word that left Bon-bon’s mouth left a sour taste in her own mouth; just the act of having to recall these events caused a headache to flare up so tremendously that her eyes felt like they would melt out her skull. But soon after a few moments, she lost herself in a hysterical babble of words. Leaving Raindrops to dart her nervous shrunken irises left and right… Bon-bon was causing a scene, and she could not bring herself to do anything but listen to the now sobbing mare.

C-Crap… This is embarrassing, well awkward. Embarikward… Raindrops thought, feeling curious eyes violating her…

Mistakes is what helps a pony grow and learn, in this case Bon-bon should of realized that even when opening up to somepony else- regardless of what situation, some details should be left untold. Even if was just a slip of the tongue. Especially if the pony you’re talking to also has a problem with gossip. Bon-bon had no idea that even though her chest felt a bit lighter with venting her sorrows that weighed her down (plus a little cry) and caused her emotions to short circuit in a sense.

… Her words just lit a fuze, a very long fuze… And that fuze was coated in flammable oil since Raindrops now knew (unwillingly) that Bon-bon had a thing for ropes and whips.

By the end of Bon-bon’s semi-nervous breakdown, the sun had lowered to cast an orange glow, blanketing the town and giving way to the few stars starting to twinkle and become apparent. Raindrops had unfurled one of her yellow feathered wings, placing it around Bon-bon in a protective and comforting manner before guiding her towards one of the park benches. Her real motives though were just to get Bon-bon out of the public’s eye and to a more secluded spot, but hey, two birds with one stone. Guilt factor at zero! She mentally cheered.

But finally, Bon-bon’s wailing had come to an end. Sniffles, wiping tears away and all.

“I can’t believe it!” Raindrops exclaimed, her face still mildly flushed red when Bon-bon mentioned a certain sweet detail not moments prior to her finish. So, more unable to believe Lyra was that flexible…

“I know…” Bon-bon dug her hooves in her mane, shaking her head to some degree of mental exhaustion kicking her. She realized then that even with some adequate amount of sleep, it was broken sleep. The effects were causing a mild never-ending headache ring in her mushy, tired brain. Could go for something soft to eat now, anyway…

While the clench of her gut tugged at Bon-bon’s hunger responses, Raindrops was beaming with an idea that had been the result of a bubbling cauldron in her mind… Yes the cauldron that was stirred by a long loaf of bread! It would fool anypony that it was a baguette, but it was not nearly long enough. Stirring tools aside, the tiny little ingredients dropped in as they were named inside of the twisted mare’s mind, singing her dastardly tune…

Oh stockings so sick, rumors so rude~

A pinch of perversion and bag of bad news~

Dip your lips into my concoction, your eyes will blow in reaction! Rope me down and tell me lies, I swear to you I’ll nibble your sweet pie~

For there is no treat quite like your defeat, unless its two faces in my hind legs embraces~

Raindrops was moved and compelled to assist Bon-bon in any means possible, with passion! Her own therapy causing dramas had absolutely, positively nothing to do with her spontaneous decision.

Unless maybe a sex addiction...

“Don’t worry Bons!” Raindrop’s wing and foreleg wrapped tightly around Bon-bon, pointing out in a random direction towards the sky with her other hoof, “I’ll help you through and through, you can count of me! I’ll never let you down!” Maybe she came a bit too strong…

But even with the sudden breach of personal space and suffocating squeeze from the now eager pegasi, Bon-bon’s initial shock was overcome with utter joy.

“R-Really?” she hoped, bringing her front hooves closer to her chest and eyes grew big and soft in such a way that would even rival the cuteness of Ponyville’s resident animal keeper. Could this be what she has been yearning for? Could this be someone other than Lyra she could turn to!?

Friendship for Bon-bon was always so fickle. Of course there was Lyra, she could tell Lyra… most things, then there was Carrot top… poor Carrot top. A mental note was quickly sketched in Bon-bon’s hazy mind to check up on that expectant mother-to-be.

Raindrops hopped off the wooden assembly of wooden boards and curved steel, giving a casual yet hasty stretch of her hind legs and stiff wings all at once like a cat (with wings.) And much to Bon-bon’s surprise, it was her once reluctant yellow ‘buddy’ that was taking the initiative; booping Bon-bon’s mouth before she could even ask to what was about to happen.

“Fear not, Bon-bon. I know how to deal with this sort of matter”

No she didn’t

“It’ll be done quick and stress free”

Highly unlikely

“And we’ll all end up smiling and saying ‘gee thanks Raindrops! How can we ever repay you?”

Oh her hopeful mind already had something laid out…

Bon-bon’s heart fluttered with hope and an ease wavering through her body, her naivety could not comprehend the truth behind Raindrop’s rather spontaneous generosity. This yellow mare certainly had to have come from the heavens! I swear I’m going to bake her a whole tray of my specialties just for her! She thought, and nopony ever got a whole free tray of Bon-bon’s special, well, bon-bons except Lyra.

Ordering the cream earth pony with a wide grin, Raindrops instructed Bon-bon to stay put and wait as she would ‘start the first steps’ of this intervention, making Bon-bon’s life so much easier.

So she thought.

Within moments, Raindrops disappeared into the front door of the library, leaving Bon-bon to watch from afar across a portion of Ponyville square.

“This is it…” Bon-bon gasped, never expecting to come to a sort of conclusion much like this one. Would she get mad again? Could she refrain from an outburst that she could barely grip hold of? Her unnerving questions were enough to have Bon-bon’s hooves shake uncontrollably, playing out vivid scenarios inside her mind…

”I’m a horrible pony! I don’t deserve to live! Tell my filly I love her!” the mental image of Berry yelled melodramatically, before throwing herself over a well placed cliff with a high pitched scream… inside the library.

The irrational thought racked at Bon-bon’s mind, but it was impossible, right?

”So is there anything you’d like to say to Bon-bon?” Raindrops asked gingerly, being the voice of honesty and compassion.

Berry’s gaze lifted from the ground, her eyes narrowed with a sour crumple of her expression, I didn’t try hard enough… she grumbled above a bubbling seethe , suddenly brandishing a large meat cleaver with a mirror sheen and Bon-bon’s face right in that reflection!

The new and wilder scenario had Bon-bon yelp as she exited the realm of her daydream, quickly glancing around to see a few ponies stopped in their trots to stare wide eyed before moving on. Seems like more and more each day, somepony loses their marbles.

Before another ridiculous scenario could be improvised by the little negative core that had been thriving inside of Bon-bon’s cranium, a sign of life finally emerged from the library doors in form of a yellow shape.

Rushing to her hooves, Bon-bon immediately moved towards the pegasi, beckoning her to approach the library from afar. This is it… she thought, feeling every little step of the way as if they were leaps over cliff edges. Her shakes were still just as bad as they were before but managed to pull her lips in a slanted smile.

Calm, Bonny, remember just to breath and if you start to get mad, breath… Bon-bon had drifted into momentary Zen, echoing her little self advice, breath over and over again to herself, preparing for the worst.

“Bon-bon?” Raindrops nudged, “We’re here.”

AAAHHHHH!!! Well it least it was a mental scream. Bon-bon’s irises narrowed to the size of tiny bit coins, unaware that she had trotted into the very middle of the library. She scolded her scatterbrained self, and started to breathe frantically in rapid, deep breaths through her nostrils, keeping her ‘calm’ toothy grin plastered across her face.  At least she followed her advice.

She registered the sudden change in scenery, but to her additional surprise, there was no sign of Berry or anypony else for that matter besides herself and her new winged friend.

Looking to Raindrops for some answers, a sudden set of hooves from the top of the staircase had Bon-bon’s words crash and pile-up under her tongue. Her heart thudded hard enough feel her throat swell, bullets of cold sweat followed straight after, Oh Celestia help me! Throw the sun! Do something! Just before her brain could melt down in hopes of a complete solar apocalypse, her eyes fluttered in a few surprised blinks.

“Uh…” Was all that peeped out from Bon-bon.

With a well composed and graceful stride down the wooden staircase, a purple mare made her way towards the two guests standing at the centre of the reading area. She offered a warm smile to both of the mares, focusing her attention primarily onto the cream pony. Her eyes becoming soft and once ice melting smile faltering just enough to pass as a frown, “Bon-bon is it?” She inquired politely.

“Y-Yes, but” Bon-bon stuttered, double taking between the owner of the library and Raindrops. The pegasi had a wide smile, feeling quite proud of herself.

“Please, sit with me. After what your friend here has told me, I really need to know just how in Equestria I managed to cause such events.” Twilight gestured over towards the sofas near the fireplace, leading the way. She was eager- no, desperate to know just what was going on. As a researcher for the magic of friendship, it was her solemn duty to resolve this sudden and enigmatic issue that had suddenly come to light.

Before the cream pony could protest any further, the head of Raindrops was pushing right up against the worrisome earth pony’s flanks.

“R-Raindrops! Hold on this is a big mist-“

“Come now Bon-bon, if you want to get ahead in life, you have to be strong” Raindrops was quick to dismiss her ‘friend’. She plopped her hooves onto the sofa once Bon-bon had reluctantly taken a seat across from the prodigy known as the element of magic. Who knew her sweet smile could also be… so intimidating.

The few seconds of silence as Twilight adjusted herself in a more comfortable position were the most tense seconds Bon-bon had felt in a while; like it was the job interview of the century or that she was waiting to stand before the judge… again! She pushed those thoughts towards the closet for her most regrettable memories, squeezing them into the tiny pit of darkness with a hefty buck of her hind legs just as Twilight started to speak.

“First of all, I’d like to say I was surprised about all this sudden information- I mean, really. I’ve never even met you formally other than maybe that one time sweet apple acres for cider season. I just could not let this down though… because the details were just so, hmm… you just can’t make that up.” Twilight spoke with the class and grace that of a noble, though with a casual taste that was common in Ponyville. There was much reason for this mare to be loved by her community. Bon-bon could feel that quite quickly, envied her even quicker.

Yes, well I suppose what you’ve heard does sound kind of… strange?” Bon-bon said with a nervous chuckle rolling off each one of her words. Oh just how was she going to get out of this awkward mess now? She had to speak up! Or else she’d be digging even a deeper grave!

“To tell you the truth” Twilight got to open her mouth first, “When I saw you around town a few times, you did sort of stand out from others.”

Bon-bon’s face flushed bright crimson, it was such a compliment, “Oh! Well… Thank you! But really I have to say-“

CRASH

Just when things were lighting up, the windows smashed in with two black figures leaping in. Two masked ponies, one pegasi with exposed cloudy grey wings and a hockey stick in their teeth and the other being a unicorn, standing upright with a katana in their hooves. The two of them brandished their weapons and stood between the seated mares.

“NINJAS!” Raindrops shrieked, flapping her wings to lift off and race for the front door. In a blink of an eye, her flank was struck by a hockey puck, derailing her off course and smashing head first into the unforgiving wall.

In the midst of the dismay, Bon-bon curled into a small ball, her eyes tearing up as she whimpered in the wake of the chaos.

The upright standing unicorn turned and held her blade out towards Twilight sparkle, causing the mare to back away as the pointed edge was merely inches away from her throat. “W-What do you want!?” She squeaked her words while she tried her best to keep calm.

The shimmer of the blade lifted skywards, glimmering in the light of the lanterns scattered across the library. The golden irises of the unicorn narrowed to a look of sheer determination to accomplish their objective. In the light of the shining blade, Twilight caught a glimpse of her own reflection before it vanished with a sharp swoop of the air…

_- A few hours earlier somewhere in Ponyville-_

A curious grey pegasi hovered over an abundance of shrubberies and green bushes, narrowing her wall eyes in confusion, “Did someone just call me?” she asked herself out loud, scrutinizing the leafy masses one last time before she shrugged and turned to fly off.

The sky suddenly turned to grey stone as her face slammed down onto the harsh ground; her tail had been caught by something below! She looked over her shoulder, seeing her tail had been taken by one of the bushes! In a panic, she started to wail and paw frantically at the ground, trying desperately to crawl away. Her efforts were for naught, being devoured by the leafy bush monster…

Poor Derpy cried and sobbed as she gave up her struggle, nestled in the confines of cruel leaves and merciless little branches, “Why! Why!? I was too young to be eaten! Who will feed my foals now!?”

“Derpy! Shut up!” Lyra snapped at the bawling pegasi, causing said pony to shriek to the surprise.

Derpy quickly blinked and swiveled her head left and right to the little bush fort that Lyra had made, a smile returning to her once scrunched muzzle, “Oh! Hi Lyra! I thought this bush came to life and ate me!” She giggled, “I was super scared!”

“Yes, tragic…” Lyra mumbled half heartedly, clearing her throat before she grabbed the wall eyed mare by her shoulders, “Listen Derpy, I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but I need your help!”

The crossed golden eyes of the mailmare had come merely inches apart from Lyra’s own yellow irises. However, they seemed off; the whites of her eyes were blue! At least now she didn't have the weirdest eyes in town.

She thought to ask about them, but that thought was overtaken by what Lyra was talking about, then onto muffins, then back to the question, then onto what to make for dinner tonight… then back to the question.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Did you lose something?” Derpy, oh innocent Derpy asked

“Worse!” Lyra proclaimed, now pressing her snout uncomfortably close to Derpy’s

“Uhh... You had an accident?...” Derpy tried again.

“Worse than that!” Lyra exclaimed once more, wrapping a foreleg around Derpy’s neck and lifting up to breach the top of her mobile bush transport. She pointed out to the sky towards the now setting sun with her free hoof, “Its coming…” she hissed, darting her vision around to spot any eavesdroppers.

Derpy gave a confused look-more so than usual, “What do you mean, ‘it’? If its something bad, won’t the elements of har-“ A hoof rammed into Derpy’s mouth to keep her from speaking further. She gave a muffled protest as she was thrown back into Lyra’s hidey bush, disappearing in a puff of leaves.

“Do not speak of the ones who shall not be named!” Lyra bared her teeth to the mare-handled pegasi in her grasp, staring the walled eyed one down until they started to glass over in fear. Lyra took her mint green hoof back, paying no mind to the slobber dripping off once her reluctant companion was silent, “What would you do… if you woke up one day and BAM! No apples at the markets, no food anywhere even!” Lyra spoke with trembling anger, waving the spit covered hoof around in the confined space for emphasis.

“That would be terrible!” Derpy gasped, bringing her own hooves up to her face. Now she was really listening.

“And think of the foals! Starving hungry foals that drag themselves across the streets! Helpless to malnutrition!” Lyra brought her forelegs together, cradling an invisible newborn in her grasp, “Dying in your hooves!”

“Dinky!” Derpy shrieked!

“Yes!” Lyra shouted, digging her hooves in her hair, finally managing to get this through to somepony- she already tried a few others… “All the crops, food, trees and even water reserves will disappear faster than any parasprite swarm or fire can cause!”

“What do we do!? Oh Celestia what do we do, Lyra?!” Derpy pleaded with tears returning to her eyes, huddled over and almost kneeling towards the sea green unicorn that sat upright on her haunches before her.

FWAP

Lyra’s hoof whipped around and slapped Derpy across her snout, leaving the crying Pegasi to whine and hold her nose, teary eyed. “I’m sorry Derpy…” Lyra said solemnly, but you were about to lose your mind like the others. You need to stay calm or else…”

“…Or else what?...” Derpy questioned with a tiny sob following in her breaths.

“OR ELSE YOU’LL BECOME LIKE THEM!!” Lyra coiled her foreleg around Derpy once more, leaping out of the bushes to stand in the middle of a semi crowded street of ponies in the midst of their daily hassles. Needless to say, pony traffic stopped dead in their tracks glancing to the bipedal standing pony with pegasi in her vice-like headlock, “Look at them Derpy! Can’t you see they’ve lost their way! Like shells! Empty shells about to be filled with a darkness!” Lyra preached and rambled out, not giving a buck who was turning and staring, many of which averted their gazes and did their best to ignore the mare’s doomsday words. All but Derpy.

Somehow, the combination of Lyra’s inebriated charisma and presentation had caused images of black shadows creeping around behind and around the bodies of Ponyville residents. Derpy was taken by these strange apparitions, haunting her, threatening her and the town’s livelihood.

She was now wrapped around Lyra’s hoof. The vivid image of Dinky not moving in her arms was far too heart wrenching to bear. Derpy had her maternal instincts triggered… combined with how gullible she was. my little muffin, momma will keep you safe, I swear! were her thoughts she would always stick by.

But one question slowly floated back to the winged pony’s mind, one that now had become difficult to ask, “But Lyra, why can’t we… you know? Ask the” She paused, scrunching up her muzzle “heroes?” she barely spoke above a whisper.

And made the same mistake twice.

With a growl, Lyra said “You ffff- NO! Don’t you get it…” She ended up seething, not lowering herself to pummel the recoiling pegasi to a pulp right there. “No, of course you don’t… “ She muttered, turning away to glare out the small opening within the wall of leaves.

“You see…” She continued, “I met somepony- well, more like something.” She shot a sharp look over her shoulder to the derp eyed mare, “A magical something.”

Derpy gasped, “Really?” her bloodshot eyes widened, still sniffling the remnants of her previous sob.

“Yes, really” She turned and scooted closer towards the town’s mailmare, folding her forelegs as she had begun to share her magical and forbidden knowledge…

The plains flourished in a strange aquamarine shine, perhaps the white sun upon the morning dew caused this strange discoloration. Then again, the prismatic waterfalls in the distance were another thing to be considered, as well as the tiny pony faces on each and every one of the dandelions around her hooves. Yes, faces, little happy faces that seemed to look up at Lyra in childish and cute manners.

Her eyes rolled in her skull in an attempt to refresh her sight, but to no avail… her world around her was as real as it could be. In place of winged avian creatures were books, flapping their hard covers to maintain flight and land carefully in their woven nests to tend to their tiny little book young.

“Am I dead? “ Lyra blurted, taking a seat on her haunches but quickly recoiling back onto her hooves. The tiny screams being crushed under her flanks, oh those poor daisy flowers! Before she could face the other tiny flowers that were mourning the death of their neighbours, a flash of bright light burst before Lyra’s eyes, blinding her and forcing to raise her hooves, for her eye lids were not enough to shield from this intense power.

A deep male voice drummed down to her, “Lyra Heartstrings…” The voice spoke with a heavy tone, soothing like that of a beloved grandfather yet brimming with enough authority to cause even mountains to tremble at their foundations. Lyra parted her hooves to peer between them, struck with awe as a floating rectangular inanimate object was (somehow) staring right down to her.

“Hmm, yes” The large floating shape acknowledged her presence, mumbling a few incoherent words as it neared closer to scrutinize the unicorn, “Thought it was you…” it finally said with a drawled tone.

“Sophie?” Lyra called, recognizing the peach colored felt and food stains that littered across the elevated arm rests of the two pony sized piece of lounge room furniture.

…Not to mention the peculiar indentation of the right seat. Where her flank would park itself for hours…

The floating sofa- her sofa gasped, insulted, “Do not dare use that pet name!” the floating couch stammered, huffing to recompose itself. It only caused Lyra’s eyes to widen further with a drooping frown of upmost perplexity.

“I knew it! But… why are you floating? Shouldn’t you be at home waiting for me to sit on you?” Her question came with a lightning quick answer; a cushion levitating and whapping her across her snout.

“Hey!” She yelled, rubbing a hoof against her cheek… she really needed to wash that couch.

“The time of sitting upon mine bosom is at an end, heartstrings! For I have come to deliver onto you, the message and details of your TRUE destiny!” The godly voice of the floating furniture came with a burst of wind, that pushed the nearby blades of grass and a few little screaming flowers out and off into the distance.

“Destiny?” Lyra repeated, “I already know my destiny!” She protested, gesturing to her cutie mark for one, and thinking about those …sexy fingers…

“And it’s a bunch of horseshit!” Roared the floating, cushy messenger.

“What do you know? You’re just a couch!” Lyra retorted, lowering her stance to an aggressive angle, much like an angered canine.

A sudden beam of light shot forth from the couch’s cushions, enveloping a squealing Lyra in a sphere, causing her to float and forcefully place her haunches onto the seats. “I am not just your every day furniture Lyra… I am the one and only, Mr.Destiny!” He proudly proclaimed, “The nudist messenger from Ecouchtria!”

“Nudist?...” Lyra’s struggles came to a sudden halt, her cheeks flushing in a slight crimson and now suddenly feeling… dirty.

“Yes, well it’s hard to find clothes my size” He quickly blurted, before taking to the skies at a blinding speed. The sky was far from the regular blue with a cloud here and there, oh no. The skies quickly turned black, to violet then onto a warp speed like array of mismatched colors and shapes. The roaring wind of this insane speed travel completely blocked out Lyra’s screams the whole way, feeling her pupils melt to such a scary display of the intense spectral display.

“And then what happened!?” Derpy practically begged, flailing her hooves in front of herself like an eager filly on Hearthwarming eve.

Lyra parted her lips to continue her story, but the orange rays of sunlight that were now piercing through the small gaps between the leaves, snatched at her attention, “Damn… I’ve wasted enough time already, come on!” With a whip of her foreleg, Lyra grabbed the grey mare and tossed her back out onto the streets, yelping as she was mare-handled again.

“Where are we going?” asked Derpy, being dragged by her wing towards a nearby alleyway.

“Your place… Because right now we need to gear up.

Lyra cursed under her breath as the blinding orange rays of the sun reminded her of how disorganized her recruitment was for her new found ally; so much time wasted! Then again, it had to be worth it, right? Derpy could be… reliable?

A destroyed cabbage cart later, the two had arrived to Derpy’s quaint little residence. The front door to her cozy home was larger than ordinary carved doors; larger and with the hinges fitted with strong springs that were designed to fling the door open. With the aid of a few friends in town, her daughter Dinky had managed to come up with this design, linking the door mechanism to her mother’s alarm clock.

Since then, they never had to buy any new front doors and it saved a lot on doctor bills for facial injuries. Though, Derpy was still constantly late to work…

Lyra invited herself in, quick to investigate the kitchen and living room of the mare’s home as if searching for a ticking time bomb. Beads of sweat trickled down her face, her irises shrinking and giving a more morbid view of her night-sky blue eyeballs. She was becoming more unstable by the second, every second was racking at her brain, understandable since –to her beliefs- doomsday was about to hit.

“My daughter should be playing with her friends until sundown since its pretty much the weekend now” Derpy explained with a content smile, unfazed by Lyra’s prodding of every nook and cranny.

Lyra was busy muttering to herself, too zoned out to even register Derpy’s words as she hopped from different pieces of furniture. She willed her magic to throw around some cushions and uplift drapes, scrutinizing her surroundings with some disbelief, “We need weapons…” She finally said clearly.

“Oh! I think I have something!” Derpy chirped, giggling to herself as she took flight down towards the corridor, disappearing into her daughter’s room, Lyra tagging along like a parasprite stuck to a cake… No, Lyra still to this day never let that go.

The grey mare had dunked her head into a large, aged toy box, pulling from its contents a hockey stick. She looked over her shoulder in hopes of some approval from her comrade and glorious leader.

Lyra clapped her hooves together, a wide and sinister grin shined in the middle of the dimly lit bedroom, “Perfect… what else?” she hissed, feeling her mouth water.

Not wanting to displease Lyra in the midst of her elevating mood, Derpy set aside her sporty stick and pulled a grey length from the toy box, “thish!” She said whilst clenching the handle of the dark sword in her mouth.

A gasp escaped from Lyra, dashing forward to knock Derpy onto her haunches, snatching the blade away to hold in her hooves. Her beaming expression quickly fell as the light and spongy texture became apparent to her.

“Foam?...” Lyra muttered, shooting an unamused glare down to the other mare.

“Yeah! Dinky and I use it when we play the ninja game” Derpy giggled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. Her eyes snapped to the ground, feeling she was about to be yelled at again or worse, but instead there was silence. Forcing her eyes upwards, she asked “Lyra? Something wrong?”

Lyra’s cheeks were rounded to the widest smile she’d had since the Seapony show marathon.

-_Present time, Twilight’s library_-

The shining blade ascended overhead the unknown assassin pony, swinging true down to the head of Twilight’s head with deft accuracy; between the eyes.

POMF

It bounced off her head.

“What the hell! You said the spray-can would make it real!” The sword brandishing assailant yelled over to her comrade, tossing the fake, wiffle katana over to the hockey mare.

The other assailant ducked with a yelp, dropping her hockey stick in the process to reply, “Wah! No! I said it would make it look real!”

With the ninjas distracted, Twilight took the initiative. Her horn glowed in a powerful aura of unrivaled magic, firing off a strong kinetic blast that sent both attackers flying across the library and smash into one of the wide bookcases. Papers and various tomes hit the ground along with the would-be assassins. It looked as if that alone was enough to be decisive, but before Bon-bon or Twilight could approach the incapacitated duo, a heavy object suddenly flung towards them! *

A magical wall formed just in the nick of time to deflect the oncoming book shurikens. Bon-bon was quick to hide behind the lavender element of harmony, fearing for her life as the other mares challenged the might of Twilight’s magical shield. Without warning, or any regards for their safety, the other unicorn leapt and smashed head first into the shield, glaring at her target once her two hind hooves had planted onto the wooden floor. The veil of magic was all that separated them, growling like rabid tigers about to face off.

Nearing her breaking point however, Bon-bon finally wailed her frightful words towards the masked mare, “Why are you doing this?!”

The assassin’s one track mind had broken from its train of thought, spotting the beige mare that snuggledso close to her lavender guardian. Not a good sight for an already impaired unicorn…

“Traitor!” The unicorn pointed and accused, tearing off her black mask to reveal her true identity to all that stood in the middle of the library.

Twilight, Bon-bon and even Raindrops who had just poked her head over from one of the lounges gasped in unison, “Lyra!?”

…Derpy felt the need to join in after glancing around to the other’s reactions, gasping as well, “Lyra?!”

Bon-bon parted away from twilight, dashing up to the defensive wall and press her hooves against the transparent shield, “Y-you should be in the hospital!” She stammered, “Why are you tr-“Her voice caught in her throat, noticing now the strange, blue discoloration of her lover’s eyes. A mental image of the same sort of blue, bottled up and on their kitchen table already helped to connect the dots inside her frazzled mind. “Oh no… “ she breathed the words.

“Oh yes!” Lyra interjected, “Looks like in the process of removing my prime target, I also found out my once oh-so pure marefriend, is in fact a two timing whore!” Lyra spat the words out in disgust, her altered state of mind unable to fathom to what she had just said and done.

Betrayal, pain and an icy cold sensation trembled through Bon-bon’s heart. Her vision quickly became blurred with her tears forming and falling to the hardwood below her hooves. Worse the shards of glass the pain felt, digging deep into her chest, with the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders like a cold blanket draping over her body. Twilight herself managed to have her cheeks turn a shade of deeper purple.

Lyra had never, ever abused Bon-bon or insulted her the whole time they had known each other. And to be accused of such an act, after all her loyalty, her dedication and efforts to make her mint green lover happy… all of it tarnished.

The cruelties of Lyra’s actions were picked up by the lavender unicorn and the two other pegasi, shocked to what they had just heard; this was not Lyra at all… And everypony knew of the eccentric mare with the obsession of bipedal creatures and odd technologies. Her and Bon-bon were inseparable, and to see this? To watch Lyra grin fiendishly as Bon-bon backed away from her- no, she wasn’t the Lyra she knew…

“Are you seriously trying to kill me, because you think Bon-bon is cheating on you with me!?” Twilight shrieked and almost bounced off her hooves, cheeks becoming a deeper shade of scarlet.

“Shut your mouth, magic girl! I came here to kill you, and killing you is what I’m gonna do!” Lyra completely shoved aside Bon-bon from her thoughts, leaving the beige mare to stare, heartbroken.

“Hey that rhymes!” Derpy added with a silly giggle, just as she was tackled down by Raindrops with a loud “OOF”

The yellow pegasi pinned down the wall eyed assassin, tearing off her black mask with her teeth. It was another gasp fest from all parties, her co-worker of all mares!

“Derpy! How could you?!” Raindrops followed the same routine on the next de-masking.

“Alright! We get it already, it’s getting old!” Lyra snapped back over her shoulder to the two wrestling pegasi, focusing her attention back onto Twilight. Only now was Lyra starting to focus her own magi, stabbing the tip of her glowing horn as far as she could-like half an inch, into the thick magical wall that practically divided the room.

No doubt a dramatic organ in the tune of an old soap opera would cue here, a horrifying scene of betrayal and secrets unveiled! Has Lyra really lost herself truly into the evil liquid that has devoured her soul? Can Bon-bon somehow get her to be back to herself?! Will Twilight be acquitted if she kills somepony in self defense!? Will Raindrops and Derpy suddenly make out in the midst of their wrestling?! Is that Berry punch on top of the staircase with a crossbow!?

“Stand back! I have no idea what I’m doing!” announced the slurring mare with the olden time tool of war in her hooves. She stuck her tongue out across her cheek, aiming carefully- or something that would pass as ‘steady’ in terms of her. The sudden appearance stopped both of the clashes down bellow.

“BERRY?!” Bon-bon screamed, oh how she was pissed now…

A moment of truth…

The tensioned string flung forward and fired the loaded arrow out from its dock. Time slowed down, Twilight’s reflexes were first to kick in. She let go of the mental hold of the shield to aim her horn towards the oncoming arrow.

Lyra’s horn glowed stronger, with a small formation of a minty green aura extending out to form a small magical blade, lunging for Twilight’s neck.

The two Pegasi could do nothing but watch with wide, panicked eyes.

A cream colored hoof rose from underneath, Bon-bon swung her right hoof upwards in a menacing uppercut. It struck squarely up Lyra’s jaw, derailing her fatal trajectory by mere inches.

Twilight’s horn glowed, her eyes closed tightly to form a quick burst of magic to form.

“Ommff!?”

Lyra’s lips had completely enveloped the lavender unicorn’s horn, as far as to have her lips pressing against the base of the magical appendage- an impressive show of no gag reflex one would say.  Twilight’s eyes crossed with a droopy smile as ecstasy struck her like a jolt of electricity, moaning just as the magic exploded inside of Lyra’s mouth. But the magical money shot was not limited to the confines of Lyra's lips, oh no.

Outside, the residents of Ponyville would witness a spectacle of magical intensity flaring from within the library. Like a massive strobe light, the library flashed a multitude of bright lights from each and every window. It startled many, but soon all onlookers made the conclusion that a sort of celebration must of been in progress.

Berry had finally opened her slightly cocked eyes, finding that all that remained within the library… was herself. Well that and a few weird drops of moisture on the hardwood floor plus the arrow that had lodged itself where the three mares once stood.

“Well… shit?” Berry shrugged, tossing the crossbow aside and cantering over to Twilight’s kitchen, thirsty as always...

The five other mares, were gone!

Author's notes: I think this is one of my favourite chapters! Comments welcome and adored! Remember, I'm still new! Pointers would be good too.

CH.5 A Change of pace

Bon-bon goes to anger management.

By: Wafflemuffin.

Chapter 5. A Change of pace

-Has chaos finally shown mercy to the suffering mare? Title might say it all!-

My name is Bon-bon, I’m a casual baker residing in a, erm…  ‘wonderful’ town known as Ponyville. I live with my partner, Lyra heartstrings. And I’m currently in anger management- well, trying to be anyway. Ever since my diagnosis and court order, I’ve been… how can I say, off course with the actual ‘therapy’ part.

A big door opened up for me after those few tense days, and I started to think that things were going to go swimmingly and I’d be a different, happier mare… right?

But it just seems like overnight, things have taken a dive bomb for the worse…

The plumbing in my house is damaged and causing our bills to sky rocket. I’m sleep deprived; a constant headache is aching inside my skull enough for me to worry about a brain illness. My partner, marefriend… has come down with an illness caused by a strange alcohol poisoning.

I was about to just give up.

I’m going to lose my plumbing, probably the house. I have no solid job, I have a friend who is hospitalized… and I think I’ve just lost Lyra, forever.

That is, until today, something happened.

The chaos ended, and now a whole new horizon has appeared after the bumpy road to get there.

I just hope I can keep going, and right the wrongs…

No, I will!

For me! And this is how!

A familiar place welcome Bon-bon with the cold and empty hug that only a black abyss could offer. She would of preferred a coma than to constantly wind up in semi purgatory nightmare land; population Bon-bon.  Her conscience mind had awoken quicker than from her previous blackouts; probably used to it now.

Her senses soon came online through the numbing- but not as enjoyable- moments of regaining consciousness. Her nose tickled, that was a start. She forced an eyelid to open, the effort was like lifting an anvil tied to her modest eyelashes, but eventually she succeeded. Regretting it soon after.

Light, light! Hisssss!!! Her eyelids clamped close as the blinding flickering light struck her poor defenseless pupils. It took a few flutters of her eyes to notice the blades of grass gently flowing in a light breeze that tickled along her nostrils. And only a few feet away was the crude, but warm camp fire that blazed upon the foundations of stones and twigs. Only now did the soft fur against her muzzle become enveloped in the embrace of heat that waved over in random patterns, as it danced in the breeze.

Her mind inquired on the origins of the campfire. That one question though exploded into a cluster of various other ones, her foggy mind becoming clearer, eyes widening as more questions came, outnumbering the answers.

Lyra!

Her mind shouted, catapulting the beige mare onto her hind quarters with a deep breath of air- then a wheeze, getting up too fast.

Her blue irises widened, breath taken-yet again- to the sight of the virgin landscape and woods that surrounded her. Night had befallen with Luna’s moon bright and full, casting its silverish blue hue into the darkness surrounding her.

Bon-bon sat and stared up to the glowing orb in the sky, unsure of how to feel; too many random instances to keep track of, though always ending with her wanting to scream. She sighed sadly, averting her gaze to stare down at the flattened grass beneath her hooves.

“You’re awake!” giggled a happy voice.

Silently, Bon-bon quirked her head to the direction of the voice, meeting eyes with a lavender unicorn that cantered around the flames to check on the once slumbering earth pony. A sudden affectionate nuzzle pressed up against Bon-bon’s neck, causing a furious blush across her cheeks from the contact, loss for words. Oh my… her thoughts expressed.

“I’m glad to see you’re OK.” Twilight began, “I sent Derpy and your friend to try and spot a good path for us to travel on. We seem to be in the northern parts of the Everfree.”  She explained, turning her head to glance at her surroundings with a small degree of scrutiny.

“Everfree? But…”

“Yep!” Twilight cut across, “Seems like in the middle of that scuffle back at the library, I sort of… accidently performed a teleportation spell.” She admitted, giving a small rub to the back of her neck to come embarrassment.

“Can’t we teleport back then?” Bon-bon questioned, having little to no knowledge on a unicorn’s magic other than lifting things.

“I considered that! But, the problem is that another magical burst like that might not be so good for Miss Ninja over there,” Twilight gestured with a point of her snout over towards a nearby tree.

At said tree, an abundance of strong vines were tied around the trunk, binding a sea green mare. She seemed to have a scowl, burning across her brow as she stared at the two in distaste. Her eyes were still that strange shade of blue.

Without a word, the two other mares approached Lyra by the tree. Through each step, Bon-bon was hit with flashes of Lyra’s hurtful words and erratic behavior that occurred before the mass teleportation. She swallowed her pain, keeping face as she came face to face with the shadow of her marefriend.  An awkward silence hung in the air, with only the crackling flames of the nearby campfire offering some ambience to the cool night.

What was she to say? What can I even do? She thought, feeling her emotions wanting to run rampant just from those sick blue eyes if not for the already apparent strain and emotional exhaustion already locked inside of Bon-bon.

“Never thought I’d see it in Ponyville, even with how close the Everfree forest is” Twilight’s thoughtful words broke the silence, catching Bon-bon’s attention while Lyra looked away with a “hmph”

“Huh? You know about this?”  Bon-bon asked with doubt heavy in her voice, quirking a brow to Twilight’s surprising words.

“I’ve read about it, and seen a few pictures in some leading medical journals from Detrot medical university.” Twilight said matter-of-factly. “Though, it is a rare case since Unicorns have a high tolerance to certain chemical compounds that already share the same make up of-“ She paused, noticing bon-bon’s big, confused puppy dog eyes, accompanied with a tiny tilt of her head.

“What I mean to say is” Twilight started to rephrase, “Unicorns handle various substances, or in this case alcohol, to a different degree. I mean, sure we can get as merry as the next pony, but when it’s harder stuff or, dare I say, something illegal. Our own natural defense mechanisms inside our bodies react differently due to our high connection with magic around us.”

Bon-bon made a small noise of understanding, looking back to Lyra who was busy glaring at the empty space before her eyes. She was torn between being thrilled and being more terrified of the origins of Lyra’s inebriation.

“A doctor told me that this case was caused by a…” Bon-bon could not dare say the true name of the amplifying agent, thinking better of it, “Strong level of Everfree- erm, Locoweed?”

“Locoweed? Thought so!” Twilight beamed, causing Bon-bon to grow uncomfortable- it was a rather dark subject after all.

“That’s a good thing?” Bon-bon nervously asked, forcing a smile, her brow was though was still expressing her unease.

“No.” She simply put with a smaller smile, “The good thing is that the antitoxin for Everfree locoweed actually grows in the forest too.” She hummed, placing a thoughtful hoof to her chin, “I’m sure I have the guide to Everfree fauna at the library still, it gives a clear illustration on what it looks like.”

Bon-bon’s heart skipped a beat, oh what glorious news! She had to place both her front hooves to her mouth to stop her from squealing, “So it could be here? Anywhere, maybe we’re standing on it?!” She babbled,  before looking down at her hooves and circling around, scrutinizing every little plant that caught her eye that would pass as the promising cure to Lyra’s illness.

Twilight gave a roll of her eyes, a smile keeping warm on her face however, “No silly. From what I can remember, it mainly grows near the centre of the forest…” She recalled, her voice softening, “Near some ruins if memory serves right, an area that’s by far the most treacherous areas of the Everfree, where even the plants and mud can devour you whole.”

Bon-bon’s heart sank, giving up her little scamper and falling flat onto her haunches with glassy eyes. Her demeanor changed to that of a foal finding out there was no such thing as a Saddle Claus. “B-But, couldn’t a Pegasus fly in and grab it quick?” She pleaded.

Twilight shook her head softly, “Unfortunately, the canopy is too thick in most of the ruin areas, and even still… the branches snatch at whatever prey floats by.”

“I see, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Bon-bon chuckled, trying to make the situation at hoof a little less disheartening.

A consoling hoof nudged at Bon-bon’s shoulder, moving its way to her mane to stroke her comfortingly, “If it’s any help Bon-bon, the state that Lyra is in should wear off eventually in a week or two… Maybe, give or take a few weeks.” Twilight said hesitantly.

Bon-bon’s eyes widened, a muscle below her eye spazzing to cause her irritable twitch to return.

Give… or take?.... Those words stabbed her entire being like a hot knife through already partially melted butter.

A short while had passed since the revelation of the Locoweed antitoxin, in that time Bon-bon tried to comprehend her choices and did her best to handle the straining worries of how she would deal with Lyra. Could she just put her back in the hospital and wait? Those hospital bills would soon come in, and the cost of having somepony in there for longer than a week would almost be enough for a deposit on a new, better house!

The beige pony knew she had to do something, and she knew if she waited for too long, something else chaotic would smash at her everyday life, and it could be for the last time.

Lyra had taken a vow of silence, not wanting to communicate with the traitors, especially since her lover had been fraternizing with her intended assassination target.

It was only an hour later of tense silence on Bon-bon’s part, did a winged silhouette take shape in the moon’s direct light. Derpy, now free from her control from Lyra, thanks to Twilight. Had returned to help guide the two other mares and one bounded unicorn back to Ponyville.

The question of Raindrop’s whereabouts came up, to which Derpy answered then and there, “She said she was feeling really tense, so she went towards Sweet apple acres for some reason.”

That aside, Derpy kept a low altitude for the others to follow. Lyra being balanced on both Twilight’s and Bon-bon’s backs as they trotted along the safe path, exchanging a few glances. The quick eye contact brought up questions on the previous dramas that had occurred within the library. Mutually, they were not brought up;  the prior events were enough for one night.

And so, Bon-bon took it upon herself to take care of her crazed partner, keeping the binding vines fastened as the others helped to place her in bed.  Lyra thankfully was already fast asleep by the time they walked in.

That’s right… home. The couple’s house was still in dismay and reeked of spoilt food and mould starting to grow from the bathroom upstairs caused by the flooding. Twilight gave a kind parting gift however, casting an organization spell to clean up the tattered living room and kitchen. Curtains hung where they rightfully belonged, shattered cases and destroyed kitchen utensils were magically repaired and placed back to their original positions; as if the chaos before never occurred.

Bon-bon finally perked up to a smile when Twilight and Derpy swarmed her with a group hug, which alone helped to melt away the icy tension. Bygones were bygones, Derpy had explained as well along the way that she had no idea Lyra was going to try and KILL Twilight Sparkle, but now it was just something in the past… Bon-bon noticed the two already seemed somewhat close.

They left, leaving a silent promise in the air that they would all meet again under less stressful circumstances. They reassured the beige mare with happy smiles and waves when she closed her front door- now devoid of cake icing.  A surge of warmth coursed through Bon-bon’s fur, such kindness, and forgiveness even? She wondered just how those two, namely Twilight could just…  let go of what went on tonight. Bon-bon was quite familiar with what strange happenings could happen to the town, but was oblivious that Twilight and the other elements of harmony lived with oddities both great and small every day.

That night, Bon-bon fell asleep on the couch with the TV turned on at minimal volume. She didn’t notice it, but she was smiling. Smiling that for just a tiny while, she was with others that would pass as friends, and were there for her.

So, is this the magic of friendship I keep hearing about? I quite like it… Her mind soon faded to numbness, drifting to a dreamless sleep.

Something was not right, no, something was amiss! Certainly there had to be a plausible explanation for this occurrence. Bon-bon had awoken to her own accord. Her eyes fluttered open, finding herself on her side and looking at the Equestrian morning news anchor seated at his desk. She blinked the remnants of sleep from her eyes that irritated the corners of her eyes, managing to focus on the lower-right bottom of the screen to read the time.

9.44am.

Well, that’s different, she thought. She suddenly jumped in surprise to her own mental voice. She could think! She placed a hoof on her forehead, closing her eyes to check for the irritable ringing headache. …Nothing. The headache of sleep depravity was gone without a trace. Not to mention her eye did not feel so sore anymore from the other day’s incident.

She was in a joyous disbelief, but quickly her joy fell to cautious attitude. Giving her living room a good look over, she hopped off her lounge and trotted over towards the closed drapes, pulling the fastened cord to welcome in Celestia’s sun.  Her mouth fell agape, feeling a warmth and new found appreciation for the day …for some odd reason.

Of course any moment of uplifting harmony was quickly shattered, as she remembered that upstairs bound-but not gagged this time, was her inebriated lover. She took a breath, preparing herself for the worse.  “Here we go…” She muttered, trotting up to their bedroom.

Only a partial ray of sunlight has managed to pierce in through a gap of the drapes, helping to lighten the room from its usual dimness. A lump on top of the old mattress of theirs remained immobile, with the exception of a few rise and falls that would be easily missed at first glance; Lyra was asleep. It was a rare instance that Bon-bon was thankful that her marefriend enjoyed sleeping in.

The beige mare had crept up to the bedside, watching Lyra sound asleep with her forelimbs still uncomfortably tied against her body. The sheets looked like they had been kicked off at some point at night, but luckily it was not a cold spring night; a cold would be the last thing anypony would want right now.

But now, more than ever, Bon-bon longed for the touch and warmth of her eccentric, somewhat crazed piece of sunshine. But she knew that right now, her Lyra didn’t exist anymore, for now, she hoped. A spur of a thought crossed Bon-bon’s mind, frowning at herself for even considering such a thing! But… what was the worst that could happen?

She held her breath, biting her bottom lip before she leant her muzzle forward, parting her lips ever so slightly. They came within reach of Lyra’s lips. She stopped. Her breath hitched as she hesitated, which in turn was enough to cause Lyra to stir from her slumber upon feeling Bon-bon’s warm breath wash over her own lips.

Bon-bon froze, fearing she had just awoken the slumbering dragon in its cave. Lyra’s right eye parted open, just enough to show that the same sickly blue hue was still vibrant as ever in the whites of her eyes. A lazy hiss of loathing came from her, turning away from Bon-bon with a grumble under her breath before falling back asleep, much like a spoiled foal.

Bon-bon sighed, more in relief than sadness. But right then she knew she couldn’t bring herself to just curl up into a ball and wallow, it didn’t get her far before… that and almost murdering other ponies with her bare hooves.

She made her way to the doorway of their room, pausing mid trot to turn and look over her shoulder. Words caught in her throat, her lips dried, “I…” She loved her. She knew that, she cherished Lyra with all her heart. Why did she always feel so helpless? Even for Lyra… Why couldn’t she do anything herself?

Bon-bon closed her eyes tightly shut; tears welled up and streamed faster than she could hold back. She felt useless- No, she wasn’t! I can’t…

She lifted her head, forcing her bloodshot eyes open with her brow slanted in a scowl. Determination beamed from her burning eyes, her heart thudding a new sense of heat and energy to resonate inside her very core.

I’ll save you! She promised to not only to her love, but herself.

An hour later, Bon-bon had left and returned from the nearby local grocery store. She made herself scarce from the interested looks the other townsfolk gave her; being on two television shows now in less than two weeks was bound to get anypony popular, for all the wrong reasons…

Her saddlebags were filled with basic necessities, mainly milk, bread and a few oat snacks. She barely had time to even consider baking or buying new ingredients. She sighed as she looked over to her neglected oven, settling her bags down and stroking the clean, almost sleek edge of the oven she had gotten as a parting gift from her Auntie when she moved out. But before she could reminisce on the joyous times as a young filly baking treats for her happy and proud parents and other family members, a rapping at the door shattered any hope of a daydream.

“At least it’s not an obnoxious one…” She quietly commented to herself, remembering the gut wrenching stallion that had nearly destroyed her precious, expensive door that came with the house- the place was for rent anyway. Not that it made her any less proud to partially own it.

She opened the door, and almost got slapped upside the head by an unfurling yellow wing! Yelping, she staggered back in the nick of time, dodging the wing boner by the tip of a feather.

“Good morning!” Raindrops chirped with joy, letting herself in as Bon-bon (with not much choice) stepped aside.

“Well this is surprising, how did you know where I lived?” Was the first thing to leave Bon-bon, rubbing the end of her snout to check for any damages, thankfully none.

The eager pegasi gave a friendly slap on Bon-bon’s back, perhaps a bit hard, “Well, duh! I’m a mailmare! I know where everypony lives!” She gleefully claimed, sounding not-so-creepy at all.  She cantered in towards the centre of the living room, continuing, “I came in to check on you, I knew Derpy would be just fine after that whole scandal, and see? I was right!” The winged pegasi puffed out her chest, giving a smug smile to the unamused Earth pony standing beside her.

“I see, and what was going to Sweet apple acres all about then?” Bon-bon prodded, lifting a questioning brow.

“What?” Raindrops stammered, she had specifically told Derpy not to tell anypony that detail! “I uhh, had to get some last minute groceries, Yeah!” She excused herself hastily. It sure as hell didn’t have to take Applejack to tell she was lying through her teeth. Bon-bon let it go anyway.

“Uh-huh…” Bon-bon drawled with a roll of her eyes.

Since she was here, Bon-bon decided to might as well be civilized and offer her strange new ‘friend’ some tea.  Their conversation moved quickly to the living room, seated upon a once fashionably dressed sofa. Raindrops of course being the more eager conversationalist as she began.

“So, did you end up working things out between you and Twilight?” Raindrops inquired with a little coo in her voice. That alone made Bon-bon cringe, internally.

“Raindrops…” Bon-bon sighed, facehoofing to emphasize her annoyance. She gave her question though a bit of thought, maybe it was best to keep this airheaded mare out of that touchy affair…

“It went OK” She continued, perking up to a false grin just to help drop the subject.

“That’s great! And hey, so is this tea!” Raindrops commented, sipping the beige mare’s own personal blend.

“Oh, thank you! I made it all myself, well I can’t anymore…” Bon-bon trailed off, remembering her little precious window garden she was so fond of. It was also the bearer of her tea leaves. “My little garden was destroyed” She paused, “In an accident of course!” She quickly added.

Raindrops frowned, “That’s a shame, ponies would pay good money for this! Its sweet, but you can taste that strong zest of what tea should really taste like all over your mouth.” Raindrops licked her lips, giving a soft little noise of delight as she took another sip from her mug.

“Oh, well I do fancy the more mature taste, but I say that even the most uptight of things have a sweet side!” Bon-bon winked as she merrily cooed her words.

The two of them broke out into a fit of giggles, banishing any chance for an awkward silence to hit between the two of them. When they calmed down, Bon-bon juggled the thought of selling more of her treats, Yes, I could just do that! I could make a bake sale, a large one! Surely I could make enough money to pay off that water company before the next month’s rent is due. A simple, perhaps even a boring idea right up Bon-bon’s alley!

“You really think so?”

“Think what? Selling this?”

“Yeah, I mean I have made a bunch of things to sell…“ Bon-bon’s baby blue eyes drifted from her mug in her hooves, catching sight of a peculiar image by the corner of her vision. Raindrops noticed the sudden gear shift in attention, swiveling her head around to gaze upon the television that was still on; they had been so caught up in their conversation they forgot it was even there.

Quickly scrounging for the remote that hid between the confines of the soft seats, Bon-bon tapped her hoof on the large buttons to increase the sound.

It couldn’t be… She thought hazily with her eyes glassing over in interest.

A camera panned across an empty dirt field, tall brick walls were in the distance, layered with steel sheets and bolts. Soon the camera- which was most likely attached to a fast moving hot air balloon- hovered and showed an eagle’s eye view of the enormous arena. An entire stadium was erected solely for this reoccurring event. Fans cheered on frantically as four large gates opened at opposite ends of the arena walls, with a very enthusiastic stallion announcing the competitors.

“Awwww RIGHT! Morning folks! And welcome to today’s first installment of Fire steel storm rumble!” The announcer roared into his microphone, in tandem with the words exploding in crude shrapnel graphics.

“You watch Fire steel-“

“Shh!” Bon-bon hushed the pegasi, her eyes wide as she carefully watched the programming.

Camera angles switched and panned in soaring arcs around the grand arena, big enough to fit Ponyville market square four times if not more! Large mechanical contraptions emerged out of their respected gates. All were wheeled and trembling with a variety of patterns, unique shapes and designs. In middle section of these peculiar vehicles was an encased box with open windows, to house the pilot of these contraptions.

Bon-bon could taste the rocks again… Those cursed Flim Flam brothers and their mechanical cart machine.

She scrutinized every one of the machines as they came into full view of the screen, trying her best to comprehend just what the announcer was on about.

“And here today is a special guest! From the distant land of Neighpon, we have Hayai Hien! Driving their unique, true-to-home design: The Tanegashima!”

The crowd roared as the foreigner pony waved to the adoring fans. His contraption’s design was beautiful yet intimidating with plated armor, bamboo and long blades that stretched out the front of its ‘hood’ as they called it.

“Oh! And a quick reminder to all you die hard metal heads out there! Next week we’ve got the amateur tournament being held at Las Pegasus stadium! Where the grand rumble prize is a whopping fourty-thousand bits! That’s enough to start any major league career! Woo!” The announcer was already about to lose his voice with his already jagged voice having to cough subtly between his sentences.

“F-Fourty… th-thousand...”  Bon-bon stammered, staring to tremble uncontrollably, dropping the balanced remote with a thud to the floor.

“Bonsy?...” Raindrops cautiously spoke, leaning forward to catch sight of Bon-bon almost frothing at her mouth.  She scooted closer, concerned about Bon-bon’s strange drooling and extended out a hoof to nudge her.

Upon contact, Bon-bon snapped out of her trance, flailed her front hooves and jolted off the sofa, running at full gallop once she touched the ground.  She slammed her basement door open without remorse, leaping down the flight of stairs without hesitation to land in the dark abyss that was Lyra’s workshop.

Raindrops followed as far as the basement door, unable to see anything further than the vague shape of Bon-bon standing upright to reach for something.  She was worried, just what in the hay was wrong with Bon-

CLICK

Bon-bon had tugged at the light switch that dangled from the ceiling. The basement came to life with multiple lights turning on in sets of two down the long expanse of her lair. Her mare cave, as she called it. Dusty desks with piled papers, toolboxes with the majority of their instruments misplaced or piled incorrectly. A multitude of mess caused by a very busy unicorn, it was also an OCD nightmare for many.

“Oh… my…” Raindrops brought her front hooves over her mouth, wings unfurling to the unmistakable sight.

There, parked in the middle of their expansive basement was one of the contraptions that Bon-bon had just seen on the television show. It looked to be completed, from what she and her little knowledge of the contraption could tell. But it was still one of ‘those’ machines, Lyra’s pride and joy… for the past three months anyway…

The dark grey steel was devoid of any color, that would probably be the next step Lyra would have taken.  The front hood was elongated and framed in an extra layer of steel and bars for what looked like extra protection.

“It’s one of those driving machines…” Bon-bon spoke barely above a whisper, finding herself smiling widely at the engineering marvel.

From a pile of welded scrap, it was now her ray of hope. Raindrops made her way down to join Bon-bon in staring at the large hunk of machinery, having no clue if it was functional or not. As they both circled around its large frame, Raindrop’s hoof caught itself on a tome nearby one of the wheels. She promptly picked it up and read the large title printed on the front.

“The Hot harp manual, by Lyra Heartstrings.” She read out loud.

Bon-bon cantered over when she heard Raindrops speak, looking over her shoulder to gaze upon the front cover. No doubt it was Lyra’s own design and creation. Bon-bon questioned just how she never noticed Lyra’s efforts and creative genius-this WAS a big contraption.

“Looks like it’s an instruction manual” Raindrops stated the obvious, opening to the first few pages with a flick of her snout.  She skimmed along until a certain title caught Bon-bon’s interest, pressing her hoof onto the page she had spotted.

“Wait!” Bon-bon exclaimed, taking the manual away from her winged companion. She eagerly sat back onto her haunches with the book angled for her eyes to scan across Lyra’s writing.

Terrain specifications.

All wheels carry a basic enchantment to increase the durability, lifespan and overall adaptability of the tyres.  These tyres were especially made for a larger carriage to work in the mining industry within Stalliongrad. With some minor adjustment to the axel, these fit perfectly. I have also made calculations and tedious adjustments to the shock absorber system to enable this vehicle through even the toughest of terrains. This design hopefully will make way for a wider use of these machines, other than just being a transporter or entertainment shell.

With Bon-bon having gone silent for a few moments, Raindrops grew impatient, tapping at the edge of the other, ignored page with her hoof. “Well, what’s it say?” She whined, unable to hide her own interest in these machines or the show on television.

Bon-bon’s eyes stayed glued on the page, a sly smirk started to form and her eyes narrowed. She knew it was a foolish idea, a crazy one! But with how things were... Desperate times called for desperate measures.

The two had seemed to switch places; Bon-bon looking mischievous while Raindrops looked increasingly worried.

A disgruntled, purple baby dragon dragged himself into the main portion of the library, yawning without a hint of manners to cover his mouth, clicking his tongue a few times to help toss away the sour morning taste.  He blinked as the day’s work laid piled up before him, sighing in defeat that his blissful sleep in had come to a tragic end. The day was just starting though, and already a few ponies had come in to check out a few books. Spike was constantly looking to his surroundings for something, anything he could use as an excuse to procrastinate from the day’s boring work load.

“Spike! Come on, I had a rough night last night” Twilight’s voice spoke with authority, trotting in from the kitchen with a mug of coffee hovering in her magic aura. She knew, like a 6th sense when Spike was slacking off, again. “I even let you leave early to help Rarity at the boutique, so come on, chop chop!” Like a nagging mother, she closed her eyes and continued to walk off towards one of her open parchments she left upon a desk.

Spike groaned, “But Rarity really needed help this time!” he argued, squeezing his claws tightly shut to emphasize his agony of… less than 10 hours sleep! But all that he received back was the sleepy glare of his caretaker, wincing when her purple eyes leered into his very soul…

“Work…”

“Y-Yes ma’am!”  He stammered, picking up his pace to that of a book organizing machine!

The regular morning grind for the both of them was casually underway, a bumpy start of course to no surprise. But little did they know, it was about to come to a screeching halt.

A loud squeal shook up the stalls and nearby townsfolk, the noise came with a thundering bellow that sounded a lot like a steam train, only more high pitched and frequently growling. Twilight nearly dropped her mug, both her and Spike dropped what they were doing and rushed to the entrance of the library.

The sun would normally be bothering Twilight in her current state, of course regretting her resentment afterwards when she thought of her mentor. But right now, she could care less if her pupils burnt out; going wide eyed and finally dropped her mug with a mighty smash just outside the library door.

“Sweet Celestia!”

“Cool! What is that!”

Before them, parked, was a four wheeled machine with two goggle wearing ponies piloting the strange and roaring piece of engineering.  The beige mare lifted her goggles to give a wide smirk towards the librarian. Raindrops waved a big energetic hello to the two stunned groggy purple onlookers, excited of her first mechanical cart ride!

“Hey, Twilight! Still got that book on Everfree fauna?” Bon-bon shouted over the thundering engine, smiling sweetly.  What am I doing? She asked herself probably the one hundredth time today. Her thoughts came with no disheartening feelings this time, instead, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Because today, she was going to kick her misfortunes right in the face.

Now THIS is therapy...

Author’s notes: Well, ain’t this a sudden turn?