On this day, we find ourselves once more freed from the confines of Manteo township, and heading south in a southerly direction. However, we are not quite far south enough as to be in Key West, because if we were we would be seriously lost, and today's events would be completely lost to the history books (which, in my opinion, would be a most sad thing, and most sad things we want to avoid, as they are sad). Previously, and speaking of which I made an error in geography as Duck is to the north of Manteo. However, it is still to the south of Corolla, so my statement was technically correct if you take Corolla as our relative position to be south of. Anyways, only a week earlier, Jimmy had vanished once more whilst in the Corolla area. The only trace of him found were a pair of broken glasses, the frames dented and the lenses cracked. There were also accounts of a boat sailing along an inlet, but nobody could confirm such a thing.
But this is not a week earlier. This is today, and today finds us in a place where Jimmy has previously been. Life is Good was a store devoted to solving all garmentory problems, and Jimmy had been here previous to replace some destroyed garments. Only Belle had been seen to leave it, and Jimmy had not. Nobody had any clue what was going on there. Today, Jimmy was on very much the same mission, to replace some more pony lost garments (given his human ones, if a human was the result, resulted in them being restored to their proper state). Adding to the already quite considerable pile, Jimmy found himself reaching into another aisle for belts. Belts are absolutely vital to anybody planning on wearing shorts, and Jimmy had lost far too many in his time. So he was searching through them. Brown leather, black leather, gold buckles, bronze buckles, silver buckles, tiny bubbles, other things that one might desire in a belt, but we are somewhat loosing track of the story. Jimmy found himself observing a rather odd one. The belt in question was fitted with a blue strap, and the front part was not a buckle at all, but rather a candy wrapper that was colored alternating shades of yellow and blue. And blue, as well we know, is the only proper color for an engine.
Jimmy was, quite rightly, confused at this strange thing. And so, fearing that it may cause the worst to occur to those who observed it, began to walk away. But alas, poor Jimmy (for I know him well), was not to be spared this day. The belt took to the skies and began to follow him. So he abandoned his pile and sped up, speeding through aisles and knocking things over.
The owner shook his head, expressing his annoyance over the fact that the glove incident appeared to be repeating itself once more.
Jimmy flew into a storage room marked STAFF ONLY, literally, and the belt caught up to him, attaching it's very form around his corpulent figure. A cookie if you spot the deliberate typo.
Due to his considerable volume, the belt was attached extremely tightly to him, rendering breathing something of a challenge, but this would soon proove to be a lesser worry to him as his shoes began to change, becoming a pair of blue Mary Janes. The socks had elongated as well, staying the same color as before but gaining a blue tip at the top to help cover over the space where the Mary Janes would rrrrub against his skin. This sentence was written by a Scotsman.
Shortly thereafter, his shorts had begun to shift as well, the legs combining forth into a single space of fabric and gaining a trio of wavy lines. Two of the wavy lines were colored blue, and the one inbetween the two blue lines was colored yellow line. The shirt, which hence he was wearing, was abruptly rendered with no sleeve at all, or sleeve that was so minimal as to need a magnifying glass to see it. This was, itself, yellow, and a blue floral collar ran around it his neck so. The omnipresent belt was still there, and henceforth the rest of his form would shift.
His hair was transmogrified into a vast technicolor mess of of dark blue and pink, a colour combination that looks truly hideos, and Jimmy's eyes manifested a look of surprise at this turn of events, which was most confusing. What he didn't know was that it grew to a considerable length, far beyond his normal hairdo. Thankfully it stopped before it could grow any furthur as it reached the right length for it. Yellow skin replaced the caucasian tones that had once been in vogue, and his glasses were soon condemned to nothingness. Blue eyes remained in place in their sockets, but his face was soon naught but that of a young female, younger than he. His chest expanded and his shoulders pulled inwards, with his arms and hands getting short and small. But then, the next thing happened. His mass melted away till it was replaced with a very slim female body, and his hips exploded outwards as his manhood gave up the ghost. Her legs and feet were also shorter and smaller now.
Bon Bon settled, then and there, for it was she, to exit that place and head outside. Once on the boardwalk, there sat a large green tank engine, who whistled to her cheerfully. Offering to transport her down to the other end of the boardwalk next to the sound, she of course accepted, and off they set.
It was a most pleasant run, and the sun setting in the distance made for a nice scene of a Pannier Tank rolling down the soundside, like the machines of the Riviera Line of old. The fact there were suddenly railway lines here where there had been none before was not questioned, and Salty passed on a down goods. Their journey was soon at an end, and Bon Bon got out and saw Duck on his way, before sitting down and looking inland.
And what sight should warm her heart!
Lyra, riding a boat, docked the vessel nearby and ran over to her. The two lovers embraced and kissed for what seemed like eternity. Theirs was a bond that would remain till death did them part. Upon conversing with Lyra, Bon Bon discovered that a strange object to the north was the cause of this incident. And so, they resolved to find out where the others were. Boarding the boat, they sailed south once more, as time had passed and it was now early morning, and loud bass music was being blasted along Devon Street.
Author's Note
Heh, not often that you see my stories have no dialogue present? 
Starting things off: The appearance of EG Lyra Heartstrings near the end of today's story is of course.... yours truly from the previous week. X3
TMusic of the Angels
Prepare for some twangy music...
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To those wondering which name I prefer for of the character that I got transformed into for today's story, aka either Bon Bon or Sweetie Drops, I prefer the former for a few reasons:
Because it was the name that fans instantly clicked with right away.
Because it is the name most used for the Lyrabon Shipping name :3
Just so not using her latter name because mainly, in terms of the first name, not to be confused with Sweetie Belle. :3
And besides.... only call her Sweetie Drops when she is in undercover/agent mode.
Anyways, shout out once again goes to Golden Fang Ryu Shenron (or Kirin when I love calling him from his old username. X3) for guessing correctly EG Bon Bon in a PM with me. <3 
By the way, if y'all saw this sentence:
And so, they resolved to find out where the others were.
That's going to be the theme for this month in terms of my stories on here, so be on the lookout by next Monday as to who the next character will be. 
And of course, what would an Author's Note from me be complete without Fan Art?!! X3
So for this one: 5 sets of Fan Art of EG Bon Bon by herself, and then 5 sets of Fan Art of the EG Human Counterparts of one of the most MLP Fanbase shippings: Lyrabon! Enjoy!! <3
EG Bon Bon by herself:
EG Lyrabon:
P.S. Sorry in advance to Misty Rose if a LGBT story winds up in her group. I mean, I know you're Anti-LGBT.... but I didn't want to leave out one of the most popular shippings in the MLP Fanbase and have it shown in one of my stories.... right? ;-; 
