Dordey

by DeathToPonies

Rating: teen
Tags: Bon-Bon, Tragedy, Non-consensual, Death, Lyra, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 1041

With the apocalypse behind them, Lyra and Bon Bon have only each other to cling to in anticipation for the future.

Equestria is in ruins. An epic war has just concluded, of which nopony can remember what even started it. All that most of the country has known for the past several years is pain, misery, and loss.

Somehow, Lyra and Bon Bon managed to make it through. Atop a war-torn landscape, they share a moment as the sun sets, and talk about what comes next.

Published 2021-01-12 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-01-12 22:00:01 UTC

Dordey

Lyra, with a simple, somber smile on her face and tears in her eyes, slowly rested her head on Bon Bon's shoulder, a great valley laying before them as they sat atop a grassy hill, the sun setting on the horizon. In the distance, ponies and other creatures alike shouted to the heavens about a successful revolution, cheering and laughing with joyous abound. Songs of praise and victory bellowed through the valley. She'd join them later - this war took as much from her as any one of them - but for now, she was simply enjoying a quiet moment, the first quiet moment she had had in quite some time.

The past few years didn't even feel real anymore. All the death, destruction, torture, and misery was finally at its end. Equestria lay before them, shrouded in ash and ruin, and they had both lost so many loved ones, but somehow, they had made it out together. She breathed in deeply as she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of her lover and best friend's skin on her cheeks. She wished this moment could last forever.

"Dordey," spoke Bon Bon clearly, with purpose, breaking the moment's somber silence, though not its atmosphere.

"Hm?" replied Lyra softly, opening her eyes slightly. Not much could take her out of this moment, so the strange arrangement of syllables didn't really take her off guard.

"That's what I want to name them."

This time, Lyra had a bit more visible reaction, slowly lifting her face from Bon Bon's shoulder and turning to her with a concerned expression. The setting sun hit the candy-colored mare's face beautifully, reflecting off the tears in her eyes as she stared forward, into the distance.

"Are you sure?" asked Lyra clearly, with a bit of concern in her voice.

"Yes, I am," Bon Bon replied confidently, "in fact, I thought quite long and hard about the name."

"Not the name, Bon Bon," sighed Lyra, now turning her whole body to face her. "I mean about..."

Lyra paused and blinked a few times, staring off to the side sadly.

"...um, can you look at me?" she added quietly. Bon Bon's simple smile turned a bit to a frown as she turned her head, eyes full of sorrow, to face Lyra.

"...I mean about having the baby," she finished. Bon Bon sighed heavily.

"Yeah...I am."

The story of how Bon Bon began carrying a child in the first place was not a story that they wanted to revisit. This was a horrifying war, full of atrocious, city-destroying acts, but none felt as damaging and personal as the week-long rape of every mare in ponyville. Many had lost their lives, or their minds, in the constant, agonizing violations that had occurred. Lyra had been "fortunate" enough to not be used as much, but Bon Bon did not share the same luck. So many stallions had been inside of her that it was impossible to tell whose baby it really was - just that she had one on the way.

To the thankfulness of the survivors of the horrifying event, several doctors did survive who were more than capable of carrying out the necessary procedures to remove the unwanted results. Bon Bon had hesitated when asked during the mass rescue operation, though, and had withheld even from Lyra her true intentions with the due foal.

Lyra glanced off sadly, more tears forming. She wasn't quite sure how to handle this information. She remembered how she had found Bon Bon in the tattered remains of what used to be their home, her mind nearly broken from how badly she had been used. She wanted to personally maim and kill every single stallion that had touched her. The rage she felt was indescribable and would likely never be matched again. Why on earth would Bon Bon ever want a reminder of such a terrifying and traumatizing event?

"Dordey...it's a nice name," Lyra spoke quietly, hiding her true feelings but now turning her full body away from Bon Bon. She had a vision of herself, years down the line, staring at a beautiful filly full of opportunity, her daughter...and suddenly growing an incredible hatred for them and everything they represented. She squeezed her eyes closed as she continued to cry and sob as quietly as she could.

"Lyra," Bon Bon stated as comfortingly as she could, "I know how it must make you feel. I know it must be...confusing. But I've always wanted to..."

She shuffled a bit uncomfortably.

"Could you...look at me?" Bon Bon softly interjected, mirroring Lyra earlier. Lyra sighed, and faced her.

"I've always wanted to start a family with you."

Lyra smiled weakly.

"There was always adoption..."

"Lyra, what happened to me no longer belongs to those stallions," spoke Bon Bon, with a sternness to her voice that was not present previously in the conversation. The tonal shift caught Lyra's attention, who winced visibly.

"I want to own it, okay?" she continued her attack. "Nothing against the mares who saw the doctors...but I never want to see that part of my past as a weakness ever again. This foal...Dordey...they're mine. And they're yours. This is what we've..."

Bon Bon reached out and grasped Lyra's cheek with her hoof. The sun reached its most brilliant position, and Lyra could swear that the pony across from her never looked so beautiful as she stared into her eyes.

"...This is what we've been fighting for all this time."

In the distance, fireworks blew abound as everycreature below cheered and celebrated. Lyra and Bon Bon were perfectly silhouetted at the top of the hill as the sun finally lowered beneath the skyline, dozens of loud and exciting pops going off in the sky. Wordlessly and in agreement, the two embraced lips for several minutes, the entire world around them melting away as they focused on only that one moment.

An eternity later, they pulled away, and Lyra shifted her focus to look out over the distance.

"Dordey," she sighed, content and happy. "Where'd it come from?"

"I dunno," giggled Bon Bon. "It just sounded funny."

Author's Note

this depressing and agonizing story is my idea of "lighthearted" compared to my other works