When you’ve loved someone your whole life since childhood, and had the luck of them loving you back for almost two years, you strive to make them happy. Sometimes things go wrong, and things happen at the least appropriate of times against lovers’ wills. They can’t be held accountable for what they don’t foresee, but how they react is entirely of their own accord. It can often be resolved as a certain mishap, but for Lyra and Bon Bon, having built their relationship on a foundation of trust, certain events can affect them much more than most others.
***
“Bon Bon, wait!” Lyra cried running into the door after her marefriend.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me!” Bon Bon screamed. Lyra flinched at her tone out of fear. Nothing made her feel worse than when she upset Bon Bon, but certain events were worse than others, and what Bon Bon had seen couldn’t have been a worse moment for Lyra to try to explain.
“Bon Bon, listen to me; you didn’t see what you thought you saw!” Lyra started trying to defend herself.
“What?! So you weren’t kissing that bitch Carrot Top? Then what they hay where you doing with your lips?! HUH?!” Bon Bon asked furiously.
“That’s not what happened, she kissed me! I practically threw her at the wall for it!” Lyra retorted.
“Well you took you’re bucking time to do it! What I saw through the window was clear enough!” Bon Bon yelled again.
“But it wasn’t what you thought you saw! She invited me to her party and asked to speak with me alone; how was I supposed to know she had the hots for me?!” Lyra asked defensively.
“Oh well you should have seen something coming when she didn’t invite both of us! You didn’t look like you put up much of a fight!” Bon Bon yelled, tears beginning to fill her eyes. “When I went into this relationship with you, you told me you’d never do anything like this to me. I made the decision I did because I thought I could trust and love you!” Bon Bon cried. Lyra’s heart was aching to have to hear Bon Bon in this sort of agony, and was also beginning to cry, dreading the worst outcome of the argument; Bon Bon had never been this upset with her in her life.
“You can trust and love me Bon Bon. I wouldn’t have done anything to hurt you and you know it. You saw less than two seconds through a window what hardly lasted any longer than three. I can’t blame you for being upset or not wanting to see any more of it, but you have to believe me.” Lyra begged, getting more and more deeply upset. Bon Bon wanted to believe her; she wanted the fighting to end but her tears were blurring the truth in Lyra’s emotion, and washing away the trust she had held for her in her heart since they fell in love.
“Did it mean anything?” Bon Bon asked.
“What, the kiss? No of course not! It was nothing!” Lyra stammered.
“Then why were you blushing?” Bon Bon asked.
“Wha... What?” Lyra asked, confused.
“When I saw you kissing her, you were blushing!” Bon Bon accused.
“She kissed me! She was giving me all compliments and trying to put on a charm, I thought she was trying to be nice! I didn’t expect her to throw herself at me.” Lyra stammered again.
“Oh what? Like the night we fell in love?!” Bon Bon shot back, piercing Lyra in the heart. More tears started to form in her eyes.
“How could you compare that night to this? that night was the most magical night of either of our lives! What happened between me and Carrot Top meant nothing! Bon Bon I’ve never let you down before, why won’t you believe me now?” Lyra asked feeling as though she was about to collapse under her emotions.
Unable to think straight or pay attention, Bon Bon reluctantly made a heart wracking decision.
“I don’t think I can right now; I need to think about this alone, I’ve lost too much trust already and I can’t get the thought out of my head that you might have started to think less of me, or us as couple.” Bon Bon said miserably, struggling to get out the whole sentence while her aching heart was practically screaming at her to reconsider what she was about to do.
“Bon Bon, wait! Think about this for a second please! I love you more than anything; I could never think any less of you! Please don’t leave me over this!” Lyra begged for her to think her decision through. She had dropped at Bon Bon’s hooves and her eyes were streaming a puddle of tears around her hooves. Bon Bon wanted the arguing to stop, but the fact that she’d already seen what she’d seen had completely ruined everything she held in her heart and mind; whenever she tried to believe Lyra, all she could see in her mind was Lyra and Carrot Top kissing, as if the memory was attempting to haunt her thoughts.
“I don’t want to leave you Lyra, but I can’t help but feel there’s a lack of trust between us.” Bon Bon said her tears trailing down her face to join Lyra’s on the floor.
Bon Bon looked at the door, and back at Lyra, who only stared back pleadingly with wet bloodshot red eyes. She couldn’t bear the choice she was faced with for much longer; she was at the point of a mental and emotional breakdown.
“I’m sorry Lyra... I just need some time.” Bon Bon mumbled through a sputter and cough. She turned around and walked over to the door, knowing that being around Lyra would only make her ache more. Lyra couldn’t move, her heart was falling apart and her legs were limp and weak.
“Bon Bon! No, please don’t leave me!” Bon Bon was reluctant to look back at Lyra.
“Bon Bon, I’m sorry!” Lyra continued to beg.
“ Please!” She cried out one last time as Bon Bon opened the door. Bon Bon shot one more depressed look at Lyra who started to curl on the floor as if she was about to explode. Bon Bon let out a cry before running out the door, wishing in her head that none of it had happened.
Lyra lay on the floor coughing and crying; all she could think about was Bon Bon and how much she wished she could take everything back.
“Bon Bon... I can’t live without you... please, come back.” She whimpered, curling up into her tears hoping Bon Bon could hear her.
***
The days that followed the pair’s argument were fraught with heart ache and despair. Never had Lyra wanted Bon Bon to be at home with her this much, and the feeling had never hurt so much in her life. She spent so much of her time crying and waiting for the one pony she loved to come home, but each day passed, she’d become more desperate and depressed.
Days began to approach a fortnight since Bon Bon had walked out and left Lyra in a mess of emotional distress. She’d had more than enough time to think to herself, but she didn’t know what would happen if she returned to Lyra after the amount of time she’d be gone. The longer she waited, the more concerned she became. So many thoughts rose in her head.
‘What if she doesn’t want me back? What if she found somepony new? What if she’s not even there if I go back?’ The negative thoughts continued to roll through, but she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t go back. She’d gone all the way to Canterlot, to get away from the troubles of home, but even the city she was born in bought her no comfort. Every spot in Ponyville reminded her of memories with Lyra, she continued to reflect on memories in spite of where she was though, and regardless of whether she could properly trust Lyra again by her word, she loved her and she missed her.
Luckily, Bon Bon was close to the Canterlot train station, and had a few bits left that could get her a ticket back to Ponyville, as the train was only minutes from departure. As she stepped into a carriage Bon Bon started to wonder if she’d made the wrong decision from the start and if she’d overreacted. She tried not to think about that though, and only thought about Lyra, and if she’d be ok when she got back.
Lyra was not faring so well back in Ponyville; she hadn’t left home since Bon Bon left, and wouldn’t dare leave on the chance that Bon Bon might return. She’d been too depressed to keep the place clean and looked after. There was some shattered glass in one corner from something she’d knocked over in a fit of tears and scraps of food she couldn’t finish in the kitchen; the floor was stained with tears in several areas where she’d often been so distraught and desperate for Bon Bon to return that she’d fallen asleep crying there; there were small grooves in the floor in areas she often trotted on when thinking. As much as it hurt her she’d often reflect on the past, but that was all she could do apart from cry and hope Bon Bon would come back. She couldn’t even use her magic properly since most of her brain power was used thinking about Bon Bon; levitation seemed to be the only magical ability she still possessed. Two memories stood out to her most, the ones that she treasured and always would treasure; their meeting as fillies in school, and the night that their relationship began almost two years ago.
Her eyes had been practically glowing with red since Bon Bon left, which over so many days was becoming quite painful. Lyra walked over to a bench in the house intent on finding something, but she wouldn’t be sure what it was until she found it. As she walked towards the drawer she tripped, and instead went tumbling into it, smashing it and collapsing to the floor. She didn’t lift her face from the mess though and only laid her head in shame and cried. In her emotional state the smallest mistakes seemed to bring out the worst in her.
Lyra looked forward at one of the smashed objects that had fallen out of the drawer before it broke on the ground. Her favourite picture of her and Bon Bon lay in a cracked frame on the ground in front of her. She was instantly forced to relive the memories that had been haunting her mind and causing her depression again.
Bon Bon too thought as she waited on the train which had now departed and was now on its way to Ponyville, and would arrive very soon. She had nothing to do until the train arrived, which would likely be by sundown in a few hours, and in her mind, recounted the moments of her childhood when she met Lyra, and the night when she made her fall in love with her.
***
It was a bright sunny day in Ponyville, and Lyra was about to start the first day of the 4th grade, surrounded by her peers from other classes from the previous year. She and a few of her other classmates had recently obtained their cutie marks. Lyra didn’t tend to talk to many of the other students, but they also seemed to avoid her due to her attitude and anti-social behaviour. As of this an empty desk always sat next to Lyra in the middle of the classroom. She stared at the empty teacher’s desk slouched over and resting on her hoof, waiting for the teacher to hurry up so that the day could progress and she could go home.
Meanwhile a small cream coloured filly with a straight deep blue mane and pink highlights was being dropped off by her mother to her new school. She was a little scared and upset, and was clutching her mother’s foreleg.
“Please don’t make me move schools mum! I’ll be a good girl I promise, just let me go back!” Bon Bon begged her mouth.
“You haven’t been a bad girl Bon Bon, we simply can’t afford to keep you at the school in Canterlot; Unless of course, you want to live in a rundown home?” Bon Bon’s mother replied.
“No mum, but it’s just... all my friends are there...” Bon Bon whimpered brushing her eyes to wipe away the light tears.
“I’m sorry dear, if there was something I could do I’d do it, but I can’t. Besides, we can still visit your friends in Canterlot occasionally. I’m sure you’ll make lots of new friends here anyway.” Bon Bon’s mother said brushing her daughters mane with her hoof to comfort her.
“I guess...” Bon Bon admitted sheepishly.
Bon Bon and her mother slowly approached the door to her classroom she’d been assigned to.
“Now don’t worry sweetheart, I’m sure you’ll have a great day. I’ll see you this afternoon.” Bon Bon’s mother said rustling her hair. However before she was about to leave a stallion was suddenly trotting hurriedly towards the classroom they were standing at, from down the hall.
“Oh hello there,” he said as he approached the pair, “You must be the new student and... her mother?”
“Yes, her name is Bon Bon.” Bon Bon’s mother said looking at her daughter who only shyly hid behind her and smiled weakly. “Oh sorry sweetie, I have to go, I’ll see you this afternoon ok. I love you.” She said kissing her daughters head before turning around to the stallion. “You must be her new teacher, I'm sorry, I have to run, but I’m sure we can become better acquainted later.” She said.
“Not a problem at all, I look forward to it.” The teacher said.
“Great, see you later sweetie.” She said to Bon Bon again who only nodded shyly to respond. With that Bon Bon’s mother left.
“Welcome to the school Bon Bon, I hope you’ll find your time here to be enjoyable and informative.” The teacher said to Bon Bon, who smiled.
“Thankyou sir.” Bon Bon said appreciatively.
“Oh my name is Mr. Mendell. You and your mother are quite a formal pair.” The teacher complimented on Bon Bon’s social etiquette.
“We’re from Canterlot. I was just raised to talk to people like that.” Bon Bon said.
“Well that sort of attitude will get you places here. Shall we go inside?” Mr Mendell asked.
Bon Bon looked at the door and nodded enthusiastically.
Lyra saw the door creaking open out of the corner of her eye as she drew a small grove into the desk with her pencil.
“Finally!” She said suddenly wondering if she should have wanted him to take longer if she wanted less class, but to her surprise, a new cream coloured filly walked in instead.
“Ugh, new kid...” Lyra mumbled, before seeing the teacher walk through the door after her. “Finally, let’s get this day over with.”
“Good Morning class,” Mr Mendell greeted his students. “Most of you should know me, I’m Mr Mendell. This is Bon Bon, she’s new here, so please make her feel welcome.” He said before turning to Bon Bon. “Why don’t you find a seat somewhere and we’ll begin.” The teacher said. Bon Bon nodded and looked around the classroom. There were a few empty desks, but one spare seat next to a particular aqua coloured unicorn filly stood out to her. She happily trotted over to it, eager to see if she could befriend the aqua filly. Lyra however noticed instantly that she was coming towards her, and started to panic. She panicked because she wasn’t an anti-social shut in, but because she was just socially awkward among other fillies. She couldn’t stand to be around most colts; they were usually all obnoxious and loud, or bullies, but she couldn’t be around many fillies either because of her sexuality. It was confusing to her at times, but she only ever seemed to be attracted to other fillies rather than colts, but none of the fillies at her school seemed to appeal to her. She’d always kept this on the down low though for fear of public humiliation, hence why she avoided socialising with others.
Lyra didn’t have much time to think about what she was going to say if Bon Bon sat next to her and introduced herself, but it was too late regardless, because the filly had already plopped her things beside her new desk, and sat down. Bon Bon looked over to Lyra, who seemed to be looking in the other direction, as if she was trying to avoid direct eye contact.
“Hey there, I’m Bon Bon.” She whispered to the aqua unicorn. Lyra grit her teeth trying to think.
‘Oh I knew she’d do this, alright play it cool, don’t be rude, just say hi than mind your own business.’
“Hey,” she said looking back at Bon Bon. It wasn’t until she stared directly back at her that she noticed how much of a sight she really was. She stared right at her, deep into her cyan eyes, as if she’d seen something amazing happen in them. It was the first time she’d ever actually seen beauty in something so simple as another ponies eyes.
“Hello? Hello?” Bon Bon whispered waving a hoof in front of Lyra’s face. Lyra suddenly snapped out of her trance like state and realised she’d been staring with her mouth agape the whole time.
“What’s your name?” Bon Bon asked quietly.
“Lyra Heartstrings,” Lyra replied without thinking. ‘What are you doing?! She’ll probably want to hang out now’ Lyra thought to herself, wanting to smack herself over the head. Hoping nopony had seen her little hypnotised state just then, she slumped into her chair.
“How would you like to be friends Lyra?” Bon Bon asked eager to make her first friend at the school.
Lyra only bore a look of concern. She stayed away from other fillies to avoid getting close to them, just as a precaution, but she was by no means a rude filly. She worked up a false smile and gave a weak fake chuckle.
“Uhh, he he, ok then...” she said scratching the back of her neck with the tip of her hoof. Bon Bon smiled and shook a little with a successful attempt at making a new friend.
“Can we hang out later?” Bon Bon asked. Lyra only became more concerned. She’d become entranced by just her gaze before, but if they started hanging out then what else might happen?
“Uh, sure I guess...” Lyra whispered back, ‘I could just go sit in my normal spot, she won’t find me there.’
Bon Bon was feeling much better about the day already; she’d already made a new friend who had agreed to hang out with her.
Her happy mood was momentarily interrupted by Mr Mendell who called her name.
“Bon Bon? Are you listening?” he asked noticing the filly was distracted. Lyra considered it a blessing that the teacher had broken Bon Bon’s chain of thought.
“Yes sir.” She said sitting up. Mr Mendell only smiled, able to forgive her attention span for the time being. Bon Bon felt a little guilty that she hadn’t been listening for the last 10 minutes, but Lyra considered Bon Bon interrupting her to be a bonus. Before he could continue talking though, a bell rang echoing throughout the whole school.
“Ah, right some of you have special classes to attend.” Mr Mendell pulled out a small corkboard with a chart on it. “Cheerilee, you have drama and acting.” He said signalling the small purple filly that she was allowed to leave. She grabbed her things and trotted happily out the door. “Rarity, you have art and design.” She said looking at the white purple maned unicorn in the front row, who followed in the previous footsteps. “June Bug, you have a gardening class.” He said, as continued going through the names, when there was about 10 of the 18 students left, Mr Mendell had almost finished his list. “Bon Bon, cooking class,” he said nodding to the little filly. She remembered her mother had signed her up for the cooking class, and retrieved her bags. Before she left she turned to Lyra. “See you later.” She said before carrying her bags towards the exit.
Lyra trailed her body all the way to the door unable to take her eyes off her. She watched the particular way in which her flank smoothly moved with each leg movement; as soon as the door shut behind her though she snapped out of yet another trance.
“What’s wrong with me?!” she said to herself, not realising she said it out loud. Everypony looked at her confused, and she hung her head in embarrassment.
Outside, Bon Bon did a light hearted giddy dance, happy that in just ten minutes she’d already made a new friend. She looked at the sheet in her bag and looked at the number of her next class, before making her way to it.
Upon reaching her class she noticed a few other ponies were also taking the cooking course. She was about to try and make another friend before she realised they were all at separate benches. Realising this must have been a requirement Bon Bon made her way to the one available desk, and surveyed some of the other students. There was one orange filly with a ponytail mane-style, and a blue pony with a similar coloured mane, but before she could look around much more, a voice rang through the room.
A light brown pegasus mare, with a curly red mane, and large blue glasses had made her way into the room. The students were quick to realise she would be their teacher, and snapped to attention.
“Good morning everypony. Welcome to my class, I’m Mrs Swirl.” The teacher announced to her eager students.
‘That’s an odd name,’ Lyra thought to herself before the teacher started talking.
“Now I know you all had Mrs Cake teaching you last year, but she is very busy organising the plans for her sweet shop, so I will be filling in for her for the first semester. So, let’s get started with a roll call,” Mrs Swirl announced.
As the teacher continued to talk, Bon Bon noticed around the class room that everypony else had their cutie marks. She looked back at her own flank, bare and cream coloured and threw a light frown, but the teacher notice her face, and called out her name on the roll.
“Bon Bon?” She called. Bon Bon snapped up to attention.
“Uh, yes here.” She replied.
“What’s the matter dear?” Mrs Swirl asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Bon Bon replied not wanting to bring attention to herself.
“If you say so dear. That’s the roll call then, and everypony is present. What a funny coincidence that your name is Bon Bon; that’s exactly the type of delectable treats we will be making in class today.
“Mrs, Ah thought you said we was makin apple pies today?” the orange filly across the room asked with a country like accent.
“No, we will be doing an apple baking class in two weeks.” Mrs Swirl replied, before pulling out a cookbook. “Now everyone will find their cook books, ingredients and equipment under their benches. I took the liberty of checking a lot of your grades from last year, and you all seem to have done an outstanding job. Those of you who are new to the class or have any trouble please inform me, and I will be more than obliged to help you. In the meantime, we’ll make a game out of it. Anyone who can beat me in making their first batch can have the rest of the day off.” Mrs Swirl said quite confident that no one would best her time as a teacher.
Bon Bon looked under her bench and found the ingredients appropriate for making vanilla filled Bonbons. She pulled up each ingredient, placing it on the bench, purposefully leaving the cookbook under the bench, recognising each ingredient. What the teacher didn’t know was that Bon Bon had quite a knack for making these little treats very well. While everypony else was still getting out their supplies and reading through the recipe she began to create her delicacies.
“Mrs, are you sure this isn’t a bit to advanced?” a brown unicorn colt from across the room asked.
“Possibly, but this is advanced cooking is it not?” the teacher rhetorically asked the student giving a light hearted giggle.
“Uh, hehe, I suppose...” the colt replied. And with that, the class got into the lesson.
It was about 45 minutes before Bon Bon had just about finished her first batch, before a voice rung out across the room.
“Finished!”
Bon Bon frowned and turned around to see at the other side of the room a grey pegasus filly, with oddly positioned eyes.
“But I was so close...” Bon Bon said, wondering if she really did have a talent for the treats at all, but then she noticed that the filly’s oven was on. ‘Bonbons aren’t made in the oven...’ Bon Bon thought as the teacher trotted over to the bench. Then she could hardly resist a giggle when she saw the grey filly pull out a tray of muffins.
“Oh my, Derpy... we weren’t making muffins today dear, I don’t even think we had the right ingredients for muffins.” Mrs Swirl said as Derpy placed the tray down.
“We weren’t?” Derpy said looking up confused. She too had left her recipe under the bench and instead decided to bake her favourite confection.
Mrs Swirl not wanting to make Derpy feel upset picked up a muffin from the tray in her mouth and tasted it. It was a warm, sweet, soft delight. It went down very smoothly and tasted wonderful.
“Well, I have to commend you for these Derpy, they are reakky good... I’m not quite sure how you pulled them off, but they are very good.” Mrs Swirl said with a half mouthful of the delicious muffin, bringing a smile to Derpy’s face. Just as Mrs Swirl was about to move back to her personal bench, Bon Bon called out to her.
“Finished!” she announced. Mrs Swirl walked over grinning, and saw a tray covered in delectable looking chocolate treats.
“These look wonderful Bon Bon; and you completed them so fast.” Mrs Swirl said leaning over to the tray.
“Thank you Mrs Swirl.” Bon Bon said gratefully, as the teacher popped one in her mouth. The chocolate tasted perfect, and melted smoothly in the heat change in her mouth, as the vanilla centre oozed out.
“These are wonderful Bon Bon, obviously these treats must be a specialty of yours.” Mrs Swirl said.
“Oh I just make them a lot I guess,” Bon Bon said blushing.
“Well that would explain your cutie mark then.” Mrs Swirl said.
‘Cutie mark?’ Bon Bon thought. “I don’t have a cutie mark,” Bon Bon said looking confusedly at her flank, gasping in shock to find that her cream coloured flank now bore three wrapped candies.
“Oh my gosh! My cutie mark! Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh!” Bon Bon gleefully rejoiced bouncing around, before realising everypony was watching her. She blushed a little and made a soft squee, before turning back to the teacher. “So... does that mean I get the rest of the day off?” Bon Bon asked.
“A deal’s a deal, lunch is in fifteen minutes, so if you don’t have anyone to take you home, you’re welcome to stay in the spare classroom down the hall during mid breaks.” Mrs Swirl said.
“Wow I didn’t know teachers were allowed to offer that privilege.” Bon Bon said.
“It only happens very rarely, so make the most of the free time ok,” Mrs Swirl said before turning around. Bon Bon hopped over to her bags and grabbed them, before heading towards the door. Mrs Swirl smiled as she bounced out, before noticing Derpy’s expression wasn’t as happy as when she praised her muffins. Derpy stared rather blankly at the delicacies, before Mrs Swirls spoke up.
“You too Derpy; you did an excellent job today.”
Derpy let out a proud booming smile picking up two of the muffins and her bags before flying out the door.
“Hey there, wait up.” Bon Bon heard behind her. She turned around to see the grey pegasus filly flying over towards her.
“Oh, hey, you’re Derpy right?” Bon Bon asked. Derpy stopped flying and landed rather abruptly next to her.
“Yeah, you’re Bon Bon right?” Derpy asked.
“Yeah, nice to meet you." Bon Bon replied
"You’re new here aren’t you?” Derpy said, not having recognised her before.
“Yeah, my mother moved me here from Canterlot.” Bon Bon said.
“Oh well that’s a little while away. Do you have many friends yet?” Derpy asked.
“Just one so far,” Bon Bon replied.
“Would you like two?” Derpy asked holding up a muffin to her.
“Sure!” Bon Bon giggled, laughing as she took the soft sweet delight.
“Cool, I’ve got a few things to do, but do you wanna hang out after lunch in the spare classroom? I don’t have anyone coming to pick me up either. I mean, I could fly but my mummy thinks it’s safer for me to not fly home alone during the day.” Derpy said.
“Why’s that? There’s not really much reason to worry about anything.” Bon Bon assumed.
“Oh I’m just not that great a flyer yet.” Derpy explained looking at her wings and flicking them up lightly.
“Oh ok, so I guess I’ll see you after lunch?” Bon Bon asked.
“Looking forward to it! Or in my case, forward and left.” Derpy said cracking a joke on her eyes.
“Oh there’s no need to make fun of yourself. How’d that happen anyway?” Bon Bon asked curious as to what may have caused Derpy’s eyes to look in different directions.
“Oh it’s all good fun, I really don’t mind. People pick on it all the time, but I am who I am. It’s a long story anyway, I might tell you after break ok?” Derpy said getting ready to leave.
“Sure, see you later.” Bon Bon said, before Derpy flapped her wings and flew slowly down the hall.
She felt slightly bad because of how she misjudged Derpy before she’d talked to her. She thought originally she was just a silly pony with an eye deformity, but she was actually a friendly, rather smart, and comical pony; and it only took five minutes for them to become friends. With the huge boost in enthusiasm, Bon Bon gleefully trotted down the halls, awaiting the break.
***
As the bell rang through the school to signify the lunch break, Lyra grabbed her things and headed out the door, just as the teacher had dismissed everyone. She began walking to the door to the school grounds. She hoped Bon Bon might have had other things to deal with and wouldn’t find her. After what happened in the classroom she didn’t want to risk getting close to her, in case she developed feelings for her. She let the mass of hungry students eager to begin their lunchtime shenanigans run through the hallway first, but upon reaching the door and stepping into the warm sunlight, she found the blue and pink maned pony waiting right outside the door for her.
“Hey Lyra, do you wanna have lunch together?” Bon Bon asked, very happy about something. Lyra was in that state again where she was staring at Bon Bon, just looking at her face, seeing something she’d not seen about other ponies before. She was quick to snap herself out of it, but this was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. ‘Just go easy on her Lyra, be nice about it.’ Lyra told herself, before sighing and replying to Bon Bon.
“Look Bon Bon... I don’t have anything against you, it’s just that, I’m not exactly the type of pony anyone else wants to hang out with... maybe it’d be best if it just stayed that way... I can’t really tell you why, but, you know I think I’m better off alone.” Lyra said, scratching the back of her mane awkwardly.
Bon Bon took this a different way and realised that Lyra didn’t really want a new friend. She felt a little water welling in her eyes, but dismissed it, knowing that they weren’t really great friends, or at least not that great that she needed to cry about it.
“Are you crying?” Lyra asked starting to feel bad, wondering if she may have really hurt her feelings.
“No, well... the day was just turning out really well... don’t worry about it, I’m sure I’ll find somepony else to sit with.” Bon Bon mumbled turning around.
“Oh geeze Bon Bon I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just... not many of the others around here would really be friends with somepony like me.” Lyra said, starting to feel like she’d been a little harsh.
“Maybe it’s because you don’t give them a chance to get to know you.” Bon Bon replied sadly, before walking away slowly in another direction. Lyra started to feel very bad now, seeing how upset she’d managed to make Bon Bon just by her bad choice in actions.
“Bon Bon, wait,” Lyra called to her. “You can... you can sit with me if you still want to,” She said, again scratching the back of her mane.
Bon Bon turned around and felt a smile brighten up her expression again. ‘Maybe the day won’t be so bad!’ she thought to herself.
“Really?” Bon Bon asked just to make sure Lyra was ok with the decision. In all honesty and in her mind, Lyra wasn’t sure, but she knew she’d feel guilty if she didn’t at least give her one chance. She let out a sigh and took in a big breath.
“Yeah, come on, I’ll show you were I usually sit.” Lyra said, trying to avoid direct eye contact; there was something about Bon Bon’s eye’s that she found absolutely fascinating but she couldn't quite tell what it was.
Lyra had a quiet spot away from all the noisy students enjoying their break. She and Bon Bon sat there and talked for the whole half hour first break, about anything that came to mind. Normally constant chatter would bug Lyra, but she was actually enjoying the conversation to her surprise, and the company was a very nice change from last year's lonely quiet breaks. If she wasn’t talking, all Lyra could do was smile and just watch Bon Bon’s eyes. She was shocked by how beautiful Bon Bon looked when her straight flowing blue and pink highlighted hair was picked up by a gust of wind. There was no way out for her now; in just one break with the mare she was entranced, and her meagre attraction only kept growing with every new beautiful thing she discovered about Bon Bon.
“... I think I broke her nose for it, and that was the only time I really ever got in trouble at my school, but I mean, if someone insults your BFF you normally won’t react very nicely.” Bon Bon finished making Lyra crack up laughing a little.
“I’ve seen fights here, but nothing as serious as broken stuff. What’s a BFF by the way?” Lyra asked.
“A best friend forever,” Bon Bon replied, just as the bell went to signify the end of the break.
“Well, I actually enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I would. Thanks for still sitting with me Bon Bon, I’m sorry I upset you before though.” Lyra apologised.
“Don’t worry about it, its fine. See you next break?” Bon Bon asked.
“Absolutely.” Lyra happily agreed.
The pair walked back to the school together and departed until the next break, enthusiastically waiting for it to come. Bon Bon sat and talked to Derpy for the next 45 minutes about whatever topic they found interesting, plus some of the things she’d talked about with Lyra beforehand. Derpy always seemed to have things to do during the breaks, so Bon Bon would talk to her occasionally in classes and spare time, and would sit with Lyra every day at lunch time under the same tree, and talk about the same pointless things that came to mind. Lyra was happy that she actually had a reason to look forward to school every day.
Bon Bon was proud to tell her mother that afternoon that she was happy to have moved schools and had made two great friends already. She was quite proud of her daughter, as not only had she made her first day worth wild, but she’d also acquired her cutie mark. The whole day was a shining memory for Bon Bon and Lyra as they both discovered things about themselves and the other that made them feel better about the dull troubles that they had experienced before meeting each other.
***
Bon Bon sat in her train carriage, tears filling her eyes as she reflected on this memory. It took this to make her realise that she’d regretted even getting angry at Lyra, let alone left her for as long as she did. Lyra too cried on reflection of the beautiful memory. The emotional strain was becoming quite unbearable, and she was starting to lose hope that Bon Bon was going to come back. In unknown unison the pair thought about each other and craved their presence. The sky was beginning to tint with dark orange as the sun was nearing its destination where Princess Celestia would lower it, and would bring forth the night and raise the moon.
Lyra noticed the change in time since she’d started reflecting on the past, and lost all interest in anything she was looking for before, and instead picked up a bottle of ink and quill that had fallen out of the drawer she’d broken, luckily they remained intact. She grabbed a piece of paper from a pile that had been in the same compartment, and tears started to roll at double the amount they were before. Never had she been so depressed and alone in her life. She looked over to her left and right, wondering if she was thinking straight, but even though she knew she hadn’t been thinking straight since Bon Bon left, she still became confused by everything around her.
A glint caught the corner of her eye over to the left. Lyra slowly turned her head and noticed a sharp gleaming knife sitting on the kitchen bench. She shunned her eyes from the blade, trying to focus, but she hardly realised that in her state, with the memories that were troubling her, the knife should be the last thing she was looking at. But that was what made it unbearable for her; knowing that there were so many things that could end her suffering, and so many parts of her brain screaming that Bon Bon wasn’t coming back.
Lyra feeling her mind cracking down inside her, with disrupted magic, attempted to write what she would call a goodbye letter; if Bon Bon ever came back to see it that was. Tears stained the page as she carelessly scribbled in a message desperate to get it over with.
‘Bon Bon. It’s been almost a fortnight, and I’ve gotten the point that you’re not coming back anytime soon. I couldn’t bring myself to come find you; you probably wouldn’t want to see me anyway. I don’t know how you feel now, but I love you. I love you so much, and I miss you. The time without you has been unbearable, and I can’t keep going like this. I’m sorry for ever wronging you Bon Bon. I love you.’ She wrote, trying to be as formal as she could with her ever deepening mood.
Not wanting to look at the note any longer, Lyra shunned it from her sight and walked over to the knife lying on the kitchen bench next to some broken dishes that Lyra had dropped when she lost focus. Wobbly and unable to pay a lot of attention, she levitated the knife and pressed it lightly against her throat, trying to clench her teeth and hold back tears, while she thought about what she was about to do, but almost a minute passed while she stood there unshifting and not moving the blade at all. Giving up on herself entirely she dropped the blade, and broke down into yet another fit of tears, before smacking the knife away. At that moment as Lyra curled up and hugged her legs into her chest, she and Bon Bon unknowingly reflected upon another beautiful moment in their lives; the day Lyra had made Bon Bon fall in love with her.
***
Lyra had gone over to Bon Bon’s home to talk to her in private. The conversation started off as petty gossip and chattering, but the night was starting to get late, and Lyra was tired of playing around at this point, deciding it was time to make her move.
“Bon Bon, we’ve been best friends for how long now?” She asked her avidly.
“Since we were just fillies at school,” Bon Bon confidently answered, oblivious as to where Lyra was taking the conversation.
“Right, and you’ve always been there for me when I needed a friend, you’re somepony I know I can trust.” Lyra complimented.
“We help each other out all the time. You were there to comfort me after my breakup with Caramel; it’s what BFF’s do.” Bon Bon happily announced.
“Ugh what an ass hole!” Lyra growled, thinking back to the heartless merciless break up, but Bon Bon just giggled.
“I can still remember the jokes used to make to cheer me up, and how you always said that caramel and bonbons weren’t a good mix.” She recounted fondly.
Lyra smiled and also let out a light hearted giggle.
“Yeah, I’d always preferred mint and nougat personally.” Lyra chuckled.
She’d almost forgotten how hard she’d tried to make Bon Bon smile if she was unhappy. She never understood how Bon Bon couldn’t see past the friendly gesture though. Lyra always made the effort to be there, not just because they were best friends, but because she’d always had a deep seeded love for her. She’d always kept quiet for the sake of preserving their friendship, but until now she’d never wanted to share her feelings so much. She didn’t care how it turned out, the strain of holding in her feelings for much longer was hardly bearable, and she needed to know how her friend could feel about her if she at least tried to love her back. But she couldn’t just come out and rush everything; instead she planned out a smooth slow approach to coax her into the intensifying conversation.
“You know, I’ve been through a few break ups before, but I’ve never seen you with a stallion before. Don’t you have a very special somepony?” Bon Bon asked curious as to how her friend went by for so long without a love interest. Lyra grinned as her first triumph presented itself earlier than expected. Bon Bon herself had opened a door right to the heat of where Lyra had planned to get to.
‘Just play it slow Lyra’, she thought to herself. “I’ve never really found anypony else worth my time you know. My schedules always full; I’m either sleeping, or I’m with you. Don’t really need a schedule, but that’s my weekly plan.” Lyra replied, instantly wondering if she shouldn’t have blurted all of that out though. She gritted her teeth in frustration with herself, but subtly tried to act like she meant to say it.
“You know I love having you around, you always brighten up the mood, but if there’s somepony interesting you don’t let our friendship get in the way. I’m sure I can survive some time without you if I need to.” Bon Bon said smiling, hoping she wasn’t a constant obstacle in her friend's affairs.
Lyra gulped wondering how she should reply, but she started to break into a sweat, knowing the conversation would soon reach its peak.
‘What if she doesn’t feel the same way?’ she kept thinking as she tried to think of ways to answer. Lyra dismissed the negative assumptions and continued to reply.
“I guess I’m just not that into stallions.” Lyra said, before realising what conclusion that would lead Bon Bon to. She resisted the urge to smack herself in frustration. ‘Way to jump the gun Lyra!’
Bon Bon instantly jumped to a conclusion, just as Lyra had predicted.
“So you’re into mares?” She asked confused.
Lyra’s heart started pounding; the conversation was going where she wanted it to, but not how she wanted it to. She quickly attempted to recover herself.
“No, well, yes, I mean, maybe, Gah!” She blurted out frustrated that she was letting her fears get the best of her. They were perfectly reasonable fears, after all, she didn’t want to lose her best friend, nor make things awkward between them, but it was really hard to be subtle when she kept blurting out everything on her mind.
Bon Bon could see her friend was getting nervous and gave a light hearted laugh.
“Lyra you don’t need to be so worried. I don’t care if you’re a filly fiddler; everypony has a preference."
Lyra gulped again, praying to Celestia that she wouldn’t ask...
“So who’s the lucky mare? Is she a friend of ours?” Bon Bon asked.
‘Buck!’ Lyra cursed in her head. She was lost for words now, but whatever she said from this point, there was no turning back. She had to put her heart on the line. With an unsettled look across her face Lyra set her mind prepared speech to action.
“So you don’t care at all that I’m into other mares? You don’t think I’m weird or unnatural?” Lyra asked in order to find out the first important aspect of the information she needed; how her friend would react towards her sexuality if the love wasn’t shared.
“No of course not; nothing like that would ever make me think any less of you, besides I actually think it’s kind of cute.” Bon Bon giggled, not realising that she’d given Lyra a much brighter turn out to what she’d originally assumed. It was time for her to lay down the big question; she just had to think of a mood to act to boost her approach. ‘Maybe the seductive approach...’ Lyra thought as she took in a large breath and readied herself.
“You know, you’re the only mare I really hang out with right?” Lyra asked .
“Yeah, but come one Lyra, It’s not like I’m the mare of your eye...” Bon Bon joked, before actually noticing her BFF’s descending expression. “Right?” Bon Bon asked, suddenly sprouting an apparently concerned look across her face.
Lyra forgot everything she’d just been thinking of and frowned in horror. She was rendered completely speechless, and judging from the look across Bon Bon’s face, she assumed was about to be heartbroken. In a desperate attempt to save herself, she tried to get out another sentence, but failed with only unintelligible, stuttered mumbles coming out.
“Oh my gosh... Lyra... I, I never knew... that’s how you felt... I mean... me? How... how long have you felt like this?”
Lyra was now sweating like a waterfall, unable to think of anything but how hard her heart was going to be squashed when her best friend didn’t feel the same way. It was a hopeless battle with her own mind to try and think of ways to respond. Instead in an attempt to try and save herself, Lyra decided maybe abandoning the idea all together would bring her less pain.
“You know what, uh, may... maybe it’d be best to just call it a night? I’ll, I’ll just...” Lyra was talking so fast that it came out sounding like utter gibberish, but Bon Bon interrupted her intent on hearing out her friend’s feelings.
“No no Lyra, tell me.” Bon Bon said quickly to her stressed friend.
‘This is so much more awkward than I thought it’d be,’ Lyra thought to herself, wishing she could have just kept her feelings to herself. Whatever she may have thought about the outcome of her actions had been completely disregarded.
“I think it might be better if I don’t... this is gunna make things awkward enough anyway.” Lyra said shifting nervously.
Bon Bon knew this must have been a stressful thing for her friend to go through, but after everything they’d been through together there was no way she was going to ditch her over a love interest.
“Lyra, I don’t care about your sexuality, we’re still best friends forever, I just don’t understand... Why me?” Bon Bon asked intrigued to know what it was about herself that was taking her friends fancy.
Lyra perked back up a bit and became less mortified, but still felt rather embarrassed.
“You... really want to know? You don’t care that I’m a lesbian?” Lyra asked confused and expecting a totally different outcome.
“Of course not, we’ve been friends for far too long for me to care about something like that. Tell me,” Bon Bon pleaded again.
Lyra suddenly sprung an idea, ‘Charm her and then go for the seductive approach! I can still pull this off! Don’t screw this up Lyra!’ She instructed herself in her head. She wanted to be with Bon Bon, and she had one window presented to turn things her way.
“Well, you’ve always had this thing about you since we became friends I guess. I’ve looked at you differently to almost everypony else in my life, and I guess the fact that you’re the only one I ever talked to for pretty much my whole life played a big part of the feeling. You were the only one I could trust, and the feeling just kept developing.” Lyra began, wondering though if she started off sounding too corny.
Bon Bon oddly enough didn’t feel very awkward in the scenario; she felt completely flattered.
“If only even half the ponies I’d dated said something like that,” Bon Bon said smiling, “they’d hardly even notice if I changed my hair.”
‘Charm her! Charm her!’ Lyra’s brain commanded.
“That’s because to them it didn’t mean anything. They didn’t deserve you, for someone to be with you they need to love you enough to deserve you, and feel proper love for you, like I do.” Lyra said, running what she’d just said through her head again, just to make sure it sounded right.
“You think you’re the one for me do you?” Bon Bon asked giving her friend a seductive tease of a reply for fun, not realising she’d just opened another huge door for Lyra.
“Well, you know I’d treat you right; like somepony should treat somepony they love. I’d do what I always do; make sure you’re smiling, and if you’re not, try harder.” Lyra said getting the first seize of her window, readying her next comment to make an approach towards Bon Bon if it came out right. Bon Bon began to wonder why her friend’s compliments weren’t making her edgy; considering it was almost blatantly obvious that she was attempting to win her over.
“Is there anypony on your mind? I mean, what’s stopping us from trying?” Lyra asked, making sure to keep her seductive tone apparent, taking a couple of steps closer to Bon Bon, but then stopping a few feet away.
Bon Bon started to feel a little concerned, but not because she was worried her friend was making a mistake, but because she had no urge to stop her. She started to question in her head whether this was her conscience telling her to spare her friends feelings, or that some previously unknown feelings were coming into play on her part. She tried to combat them quickly.
“Well, I don’t want things to get awkward between us... I don’t want to lose you as a friend.” Bon Bon said. She didn’t think she was ready for something like a lesbian relationship, and was anxious about being lovingly involved with her lifelong best friend.
“Bon Bon I don’t want to lose you either, but I don’t think we’d have to worry about that. Best friends are meant to argue, but we’ve never fought in our lives. Why would it be any different if we were in love with each other?” Lyra asked, taking a couple of steps closer. She was at the spot she’d been hoping to reach. Having felt the way she did all her life, Lyra had been putting time into focussing on the things Bon Bon liked, and made sure that she had the knowledge she’d need to get anywhere the night would take her.
Bon Bon was taking note of her friends advance, but she didn’t stop her, nor did she show any signs of moving away. She started to wonder if she was really against the concept of this relationship at all.
“I just don’t know, it just seems like there’s a lot of things that would be missing for me in this type of relationship...” Bon Bon considered.
“Like what? You’d be surprised at what I can offer.” Lyra said moving yet again closer, gaining back all of her lost confidence and readying herself for her chosen approach. She started taking note of the way Bon Bon was reacting to her actions, and was starting to narrow down to her conclusion. She’d studied a little body language in books, and Bon Bon was starting to display the first few signs that she was becoming aroused by what was happening. She was unsure but unable to prevent anything from progressing, so Lyra decided to take advantage of that and roll with it.
Bon Bon started to sweat a little, questioning further more how she really felt about her friend. She’d never felt relationship worthy love for her, but something about Lyra’s behaviour was bringing out a much deeper feeling that she wasn’t sure she wanted to succumb to.
“Oh, um, well, uh, I guess,” Bon Bon tried to think of one thing that couldn’t be offered in a lesbian relationship, but never being in one personally didn’t bring much to mind. The only thing she could think of was pleasure, and how the anatomy of a mare may detract from any sexual enjoyment, but she didn’t want to tell Lyra that, but she didn’t really have to; Lyra had guessed that would be the first thing on her mind, and attempted a one shot move to hook her in; putting her on the spot.
“You’re worried about pleasure aren’t you Bon Bon?” Lyra asked smiling seductively as she said it, throwing her line out. “Afraid I won’t be able to make you feel the same way as a stallion can?” Lyra asked, staring deep into Bon Bon’s eyes, and talking in the same tempting voice as before, but putting in the effort to not sound like she was making fun of her at any point. As she spoke she dared a slow stroke of Bon Bon’s curly deep blue mane leaning in close, before backing off again.
Bon Bon’s heart was starting to beat faster, and her sweating had increased to an almost uncomfortable level. Something was happening with her body that she had only ever experienced when around a stallion, but it was different in the way that she was seemingly excited about it. As much as she was afraid to admit it to herself, Bon Bon may have found returned feelings for Lyra that had just been hidden away from her.
“Uh, well, I just...” Bon Bon stammered before Lyra stopped her putting her hoof on her mouth. Lyra was close to being able to seal the deal and she could tell. She had to follow through with the approach though, and properly arouse her. If that worked well, she’d possibly get much further than she had hoped she would.
“Don’t be worried about something like that. Just because I may not have certain body parts doesn’t mean I don’t know what feels good to a girl,” Lyra began, lightly toiling with the pink highlights in her friend’s hair. She was pushing all the right buttons so far, and took note of everything happening, to figure out what might excite Bon Bon more. Bon Bon was now lost for words though; Her breathing was getting very heavy, and she was having trouble hiding it, but it wasn’t a scary feeling, it was a good one; no stallion had ever made her feel this good, but she still wasn’t entirely convinced, and had something else on her mind that she wanted to address before anything would go further.
“What about foals?” Bon Bon blurted out, taking Lyra by surprise. “I want a baby of my own too Lyra. How would that possibly work?” Bon Bon asked. Lyra wasn’t stumped for more than a few second though before she was confidently able to answer.
“You could always adopt?” Lyra replied, grinning and trying her luck at another stroke of Bon Bon’s mane, but Bon Bon shunned her head lightly, and Lyra took her foreleg back.
“You don’t understand; I want to be the natural mother.” Bon Bon explained. Lyra had already thought of a solution to this too.
“Sperm donation? There’s literally a way to solve anything now days.” Lyra suggested, retrieving some of Bon Bon’s lost attention. “Let me be the other parent. I could be just as, if not more reliable than any stallion in Equestria.” Lyra begged, making a successful stroke across Bon Bon’s mane.
Bon Bon considered everything that Lyra had laid out to her, but one thing still troubled her.
“What about everypony else? Nopony gives filly fiddlers the respect they’d give another. I’m just not sure how I’d cope with constant discrimination.” Bon Bon explained.
“But why would you even care what another pony thinks? If you are in love with somepony why should it matter what others think.” Lyra told her, a little confused and disheartened that Bon Bon may put her reputation before love, but she kept her expression and tone, noticing significant changes in Bon Bon’s body language suggesting that she was just getting more and more into what was happening.
Bon Bon couldn’t deny that Lyra had an answer for everything and the fact that she hadn’t dropped the sexy tone and look since the conversation had gotten intimate only started to make her feel more aroused. No stallion that she’d dated had ever managed to make her feel this turned on with just looks and suggestive activity, and it was starting to show. As Lyra continued staring deep into her eyes and stroking her mane, she would convulse with each shiver Lyra’s touch sent down her spine. Everything that Lyra was doing to her body was working wonders, but she didn’t understand how something as simple as a touch could excite her so much. Lyra leaned in to her ear to whisper something to her.
“Just give me a chance and I’ll prove that this can work.” Lyra whispered very suggestively into Bon Bon’s ears.
Bon Bon felt her body start to shake in excitement, her legs starting to feel like jelly. Lyra purposely nuzzled behind Bon Bon’s ear with her nose while softly rubbing her hooves around her body as if massaging her. Lyra purposefully rubbed other spots of Bon Bon’s body more deeply where she knew would bring a form of pleasure to her. Bon Bon let out a moan of absolute delight from the feeling being created all around her body, but realising she may be giving in to Lyra’s efforts like temptation, she attempted to keep her mouth shut by biting her lip; but other parts of her body weren’t so controllable as she began to succumb to Lyra’s efforts. Bon Bon’s muscles relaxed and she began to feel a moist feeling around her marehood. She’d never actually been in any situation where her body would do what it was doing, but she had no hopes that the feeling would stop.
The muscles around her moistening clit were all reacting in different ways as she became more aroused. The outer skin started to feel odd in the way that it was soft but erecting to open her vagina, while the inner muscles started to follow up the body motion by protruding the pink wet flesh beneath it; just the feeling was putting Bon Bon in a state of pure bliss, but she felt embarrassed that this was happening. She’d never been sexually aroused properly before, and found it hard to believe that it was her lifelong best friend causing it. She tried to conceal her pelvic region as best as possible to avoid embarrassing herself further, but Lyra had already surveyed the fruits of her handiwork.
She picked up on the overall scent Bon Bon was giving off from the mix of her usual sweet scent, sweat, and moist natural lubrication now surrounding her marehood, and from Bon Bon’s expressions and reactions to some of the ways she toyed with her and touched her body, that she hadn’t been in this sort of situation before.
“You don’t need to hide yourself Bon Bon, you clearly like what’s happening, so why fight it?” Lyra whispered bringing her own lips hardly an inch from Bon Bon’s. Bon Bon trembled as Lyra’s voice sent chills of sexual delight down through her body. She started to consider that she might be ready to take a drastic step into something new, and found it extremely hard to deny that she was in a very undeniably horny state.
Bon Bon stared right into Lyra’s eyes waiting for her to make a move, being close enough to nuzzle each other’s noses. Right when Bon Bon closed her eyes, waiting for the action that could change her life, Lyra began to feel that it may not be right to take advantage of Bon Bon just by getting her aroused. Nothing would be special for either of them if she didn’t want it, and she knew there was no going back now that they were this far into everything. Taking Bon Bon by surprise, Lyra slumped back away a bit and put her hoof on Bon Bon’s shoulder.
“Just tell me first... do you want this?” Lyra asked staring deeply into Bon Bon’s eyes.
Bon Bon was in a rather awkward position now. She knew Lyra wanted her to say yes, and she was getting keener on the idea, but she was lost for words. She respected that Lyra gave her the choice, but didn’t have to think for very long. Bon Bon made up her mind; she was ready to try something new, and she believed Lyra wasn’t the type of friend that would let her down. Bon Bon completely caught Lyra off guard, pulling her into a deep kiss. Lyra was stunned for the first few seconds, but upon realising that her hopes had become reality she became absolutely delighted. They connected passionately and became quickly enthralled in the moment.
Their lips moved in unison to suit the others meeting the same level of intensity, igniting more purity in the blazing romance blooming between the pair. Their tongues met and danced around each other’s marvelling in the unspoken connection shared in the incredible kiss. Lyra gently started to move over towards the couch, ushering Bon Bon with a tap and pulling her along with her. She didn’t dare break the kiss though; it was far too much of a precious moment to abruptly end.
Upon reaching the couch Lyra pulled Bon Bon close into her forearms without even momentarily disturbing the intense passion in her kiss. Lyra lifted one hoof to the cushions of the couch, and pulled them both off one by one tossing them behind Bon Bon, aligning them into a sizeable bed shape, before moving Bon Bon backwards gently towards them. She returned her hooves to the sensitive areas of Bon Bon’s back, and began to massage them again, exciting Bon Bon even more, relaxing any nervous tension the conversation had been causing.
Suddenly, in one swift motion Lyra swept Bon Bon off her hooves, spinning her around and catching her quite quickly breaking the kiss just for moment. Bon Bon seemed a little startled at first but smiled and continued kissing Lyra who slowly laid Bon Bon onto the plush makeshift bed of cushions. Lyra never wanted the kiss to end, and clearly from the amount of enthusiasm returned on Bon Bon’s part, she too was enraptured in the romantic embrace, but Lyra was keen for things to progress, as she laid herself gently on top of Bon Bon she could feel her wet marehood starting to moisten hers. She pulled back momentarily and moved her mouth to Bon Bon’s ear.
“Now let me show you what I can offer you pleasure wise.” Lyra whispered into Bon Bon’s ears, eliciting an excited shiver and gasp from Bon Bon.
Lyra started to slowly slide her way down Bon Bon’s body, lightly kissing her chest and abdomen on the way down to her destination. Bon Bon’s legs were elevated more and more as she became more excited with Lyra’s descent. Lyra stopped at Bon Bon’s wet fur around her still moistening clit, and to get a few early moans, tickled the fleshy pink labia protruding from her pussy with her tongue.
Just that simple act sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Bon Bon’s body like electric shocks. She let out a gasp as the tickling started to bring even more fluid to her already dripping marehood. Lyra had some extensive knowledge about a mare’s other sensitive points, and was quite prepared for the next part of her plan. Lyra kissed the flesh around the inside of Bon Bon’s thighs and worked her way into the middle, while rubbing Bon Bon’s flank around her cutie mark, receiving light moans of enjoyment from Bon Bon.
Lyra began to concentrate more on Bon Bon’s marehood licking at her outer labia, relishing in the taste of her juices flooding through her coat. If Bon Bon had been lost for words before, she was now rendered beyond speechless by what was happening. It was everything amazing, confusing and perfect at the same time, and even if she did have anything to say, it would have never made its way from her lips unless it could combat the loud coos and ardent moans that were ever so constant in the sexual pleasure she was experiencing, but she didn’t even think it could get any better until Lyra started to nuzzle deeper into her folds.
Lyra lapped up the juices starting to flow from the soft inner folds of Bon Bon’s pussy, marvelling in her sex juices, causing herself to become moist as she continued the sex act. She explored Bon Bon’s pussy to the best extent her tongue could get, and if it was exciting Bon Bon enough, she dug her nose in further to get deeper. She knew a particular spot just at the top of her clit that would surely have Bon Bon screeching in pleasure, but she wanted to build the pleasure up first, instead of rushing it.
Lyra noticing Bon Bon was slowly reaching climax point by the gain in intensity and increasingly more frequent moans, and decided it was time to give her a big finish. While continuing to lick at her wet fleshy pink folds Lyra began to move out of Bon Bon’s vagina, and moving her tongue up to a small round nub like area underneath a thin flap of flesh. Just the feeling of Lyra tickling it with her tongue sent jolts of electric pleasure through every vein in her body. Bon Bon’s legs were high in the air and she was beginning to thrust her hips into Lyra’s face as the pleasure built. Lyra continued lick at the spot, occasionally sticking her tongue under the flap of skin and licking it very fast, before returning to the centre and sucking at Bon Bon’s pleasure point.
Bon Bon was thrusting like crazy as she approached her climax, even pushing Lyra’s head deeper into her wet folds to speed up the process, desperate to escalate the feeling to maximum pleasure. She kept one hoof on Lyra’s head while using the other to rub at the wet fur at the top of her clit as furiously as she could without hurting herself. Lyra licked as much of Bon Bon’s clit as she could before the inevitable climax, and readied herself for it, realising that Bon Bon probably wouldn’t end up controlling her first orgasm very well.
Bon Bon started to screech instead of moaning, and was sweating like crazy. She was panting harder and harder, rubbing the top of her wet pussy as fast as her arm would allow. It was only seconds away now; Bon Bon could feel it coming. Lyra could tell just as much feeling the walls of Bon Bon’s vagina starting to contract.
“Lyra! I think I’m about to, ahhhhh!” Bon Bon let out one final loud screech of pure amazing pleasure as her muscles started to contract, and the gooey white fluid of her orgasm flushed out. Lyra could feel the change as Bon Bon’s whole body convulsed with the feeling and closed her eyes to avoid the juices about to flood around her face. That didn’t stop her from lapping up some of the sticky liquid anyway, savouring in the results of her efforts.
Bon Bon still feeling the stiffness in her legs, from her first orgasm started to feel her legs lower around Lyra’s head. She was panting for air that she had lost in her final massive screech, and was finding it almost impossible to move as her muscles relaxed from the strain of putting so much into helping Lyra reach her goals for her. Lyra raised her face from Bon Bon’s messy white pussy, wiping the sex juices of her face on the cushion to the side of Bon Bon’s body. For one more little added tickle of pleasure, Lyra lit up her horn with a small spark and tapped it on the top of Bon Bon’s clit, sending another massive surge of orgasmic stimulation through Bon Bon’s body. Bon Bon felt her whole body go numb with pleasure and more fluid started to dribble out of her soaking wet marehood.
Lyra quite proud of her efforts allowed herself to finally rest and gather some much needed air, from only having been able to breathe at small intervals. She laid herself gently on top of Bon Bon and kissed her cheek.
“How... how was that?” Lyra asked panting for air. Bon Bon couldn’t respond though, being caught up in the pleasure and worn out feeling the orgasm had left her in. Instead she responded bringing Lyra’s lips to her own and stroking her mane. Lyra parted the connection for just a moment.
“I’ll stay with you till the end, I promise.” Lyra said kissing Bon Bon again, before Bon Bon broke the kiss to reply.
“And I’ll stay with you to the end. Together forever.” Bon Bon replied, staring deep into Lyra’s unbreakable gaze.
“Together forever.” Lyra replied pulling Bon Bon into the most meaningful heartfelt hug either of them had ever experienced in their lives.
***
Lyra’s heart was wrenching at the thought of the night. She couldn’t focus on anything properly with every corner of her thoughts filled with memories of her and Bon Bon, and every fibre of her being craving her hugs again. Furious with herself she levitated the knife back over to her neck, but couldn’t bring herself to go any further than cutting a space big enough for a drop of blood to escape. She threw it aside again, and got up intent on making the pain go away, walking into another room.
Bon Bon was about to approach Ponyville station, after that she just had to get across town to the house she and Lyra shared. She shed her share of tears remembering the amazing night Lyra and her had shared, praying that Lyra would be waiting for her when she got back, just so that she could feel her touch again, and apologise for everything. The sun started to make its descent as the train announced the 8 minute warning.
Lyra had entered a supply closet in the spare room of the house, and found a lengthy inch thick rope. Lyra didn’t focus on the length, knowing what she was going to use it for only made her want to throw it away. She stumbled back into the main room of the building, and looked up at the light bolted into the ceiling. She closed her eyes and grimaced at the thoughts of what was coming, while she used her magic to the only available extent she could to tie the rope to the light. She stood there for a few moments unwilling to move.
The train carrying Bon Bon finally pulled into the station, and Bon Bon wasted no time in running off of it, and speeding into the town.
Lyra looked at all the wooden remains of the bench, and without anymore thoughts, used her magic to fashion them into a tall wooden object hardly capable of supporting herself. Though in her state it was out of her ability, Lyra forced the end of the rope hanging down to knot into a loop, large enough to put a watermelon through. Letting it hang loose, she levitated herself up, with a large amount of concentration that her mind was reluctant to allow her, and placed herself above the poorly structured wooden frame, and levitated the loop around her neck, pulling the knot towards her spine by capturing it in her magic, as best she could, until it begun to sting her throat.
Bon Bon could see the house in the distance, and kept hoping that her beloved Lyra would still be there waiting for her.
Lyra let more tears shed, holding the whole structure together in her magic.
Bon Bon approached the window to the main room, but upon looking through the wide space in the blinds, was horrified to see Lyra standing on a large wooden frame with a rope around her neck. Without a second thought she called out to her.
“LYRA NO!” She screamed running for the door.
Lyra’s ears perked up. ‘Could that have been, Bon Bon?’ Lyra’s sudden change in attention led her to forget about holding her magic focus, and the foundation of wood holding her up quickly smashed beneath her. Failing to snap her neck like Lyra had hoped the noose would work, she was suspended in the middle of the air from the floor to the roof choking, and frantically throwing her hooves around trying to escape.
Bon Bon bashed on the door as hard as possible, but it wouldn’t open. Not willing to be held back by the object she furiously threw her body at it with an almighty shove and galloped into the main room, but discovered she was too late. The support frame had fallen. She frantically began to look around for something tall enough to put under her legs, but nothing was in sight. Bon Bon desperate to save her fast dying love threw herself under her and stood on her back hooves, using her fore-hooves to support Lyra as best she could, only to discover from sputters and coughs that the rope was too tight for it to matter how low or high Lyra was suspended.
Lyra continued to frantically dig at the rope with her hooves. All that flashed through her mind as everything above her neck started to feel numb was regret; regret that she had let her own selfish depressions ruin everything.
“Bon Bon! I’m sorry!” She tried to choke out, but it hardly sounded like weak sputters.
“Lyra don’t give up on me now! I need you to stay with me!” Bon Bon said continuing to hold her up hoping it would make a difference in the pressure on her neck. But Lyra could feel that the knot had tightened up more and clamped around her throat letting hardly any air out. Bon Bon desperately thought of things she could do to save her, and spotted a knife in the corner of the room.
“Hold on Lyra!” she said, gently lowering her before running off to grab the knife. Lyra continued to try and get air into her lungs, but she was almost beyond the point where it would matter. She felt as if every vein on her face was bulging while they stung with pain. Her vision started to blur, as her eyes became filled with horrible bloodshot lines spanning through them. Bon Bon stood right in front of Lyra and with the best possible aim she could manage under the stress, flicked her head and tossed the knife. As if blessed with the luck of a marks-mare, she struck the rope at the base of the light were it hung down, just enough to sever it on a thread. Lyra continued to choke, and hardly noticed what was happening. Her vision had blurred completely, and she could taste blood and smell it in her sinuses. The whole situation was the most painful displeasuring experience; the foul taste was gargling in her throat, unable to descend down her squeezed throat.
The rope started to give way under Lyra’s weight on its thread still remaining, and just as Lyra thought she was finished, the rope snapped. Bon Bon raced under Lyra and caught her, laying her back to a comfortable position. The sudden jolt snapped enough attention into Lyra to give her a few more seconds of life, as unpleasant as it remained. Bon Bon noticed that even now that nothing pulled the rope, it was still choking her. Acting on instinct Bon Bon raced over to the knife, grabbing it, before very carefully returning and cutting the rope behind Lyra’s neck, using her hooves to further part it as she neared the base. Lyra felt relief as the strain on her neck was parted, she gasped for a breath of air, but her throat was horribly damaged; the blood in her airway restricted a large amount of air, or was carried down with what did make it through. Her vision barely returned and Lyra started to feel cold. She began to cough up large amounts of blood, and her aqua shade, started to whiten.
Bon Bon laid her marefriend’s head on her lap and sat next to her, stroking her mane. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She’d never seen Lyra in a more sickening condition, and never imagined such a state would befall someone so beautiful.
“Lyra, its ok... you’re going to be ok,” Bon Bon said comfortingly, trying to reassure herself and Lyra that everything would be ok. “I’m so sorry; I should never have left you.”
Lyra through all her pain, started to paint a vague image of Bon Bon’s face above her. Tears started to fill her eyes, but they came out red, as if filled with blood. She choked out a sentence as she grew colder, hoping that Bon Bon would understand her.
“It’s... not, your... fault.” Lyra choked sputtering blood everywhere as she spoke.
“No Lyra, it is! This wouldn’t have happened!” Bon Bon cried understanding her perfectly.
Lyra weakly raised her hoof into the air, and Bon Bon grabbed it in her own immediately. She could feel in her leg how cold she was; she was almost gone.
“I... love you... Bon Bon... don’t... blame yourself... Together... till the... end.” Lyra finished, requiting the vow they made on the night of their fondest memory. Bon Bon kept holding Lyra’s arm, speechless, as it went limp. The only sound that filled the room was the faint hiss of air leaving Lyra’s cold, lifeless body.
It took Bon Bon almost two minutes to realise what had just happened; two minutes to try and figure out if she was having a nightmare, or if her marefriend had really just died in her arms. She was unable to voluntarily move, with her body involuntarily shaking. Lyra’s cold body hissed and let a small dribble of blood run down her chin and onto Bon Bon’s hooves. Something inside her snapped, before the unbearable, depressing truth hit her.
“Lyra...” she asked shaking her limp body.
“Lyra!” she called out shaking her body harder.
“Lyra! Lyra! NO! Lyra! Please! Don’t leave me! Lyra!” She screamed her own tears mixing into the blood on the floor.
“Together till the end! The end doesn’t have to be now! Lyra!” She screamed again, holding her marefriend’s head to her chest and cradling her while she cried.
“Why?! Lyra...” Bon Bon cried, feeling her own body go limp on top of Lyra’s.
Bon Bon cried for what felt like hours to her; the pain and distress never seemed to end. It wasn’t until she lifted her head up that she saw a gleam in the corner of the room. Focussing through the water blurred vision she had currently been left with, Bon Bon saw the knife she’d cut Lyra down to ground level with. Bon Bon couldn’t think straight as she watched the gleaming metal, tempting her to make the pain end. She looked down at her dead love, and back at the knife.
Still shaking, she brought herself to walk over to the knife, and picked it up in her mouth, before walking back to Lyra’s still laying body. She dropped next to her and looked from her to the knife, several times, before she stopped, looking directly at the blade she held between her hooves.
“Together till the end.” She said before bringing the knife to her throat.
‘Still shaking, she brought herself to walk over to the knife, and picked it up in her mouth, before walking back to Lyra’s still laying body. She dropped next to her and looked from her to the knife, several times, before she stopped, looking directly at the blade she held between her hooves.“Together till the end.” She said before bringing the knife to her throat.’
Lyra’s eyes snapped open within a split second before Bon Bon had pulled the blade across her neck.
“BON BON!” She yelled out to her marefriend as fast as she could to stop her, but she was too late. Bon Bon had drawn the blade across her neck and slashed right through it, but she didn’t see any hint of blood; nor change in Bon Bon’s expression. Instead, something else appeared to happen.
Lyra could see the scene around her fading away. Everything in her suddenly vividly clear line of sight began to smudge, and fade away as if it wasn’t there. She watched as everything in the room disappeared, staring up at her marefriend who suddenly came to start looking down at her, as she too began to visibly blur in front of Lyra. Lyra was still being cradled by Bon Bon, but in her confusion, on attempting to move, she found that she was stuck in her position, as if paralysed.
As soon as Lyra focused on her body though, rather than what was happening around her, she realised that although she couldn’t move, she felt no pain. She could remember hardly moments ago she was choking on blood pooling up in her horribly damaged neck, fighting with her body to let her tell her lover how she felt one last time. Now she felt nothing at all. Her pain was gone, her injuries were gone, and her vision was clear again; or so she made the assumption, but couldn’t be sure while everything around her was fading away.
She looked up again at Bon Bon, who was starting to fade from Lyra’s sight as well as the room. She couldn’t tell if she might have been dreaming, but after what she just saw happen, the last thing she wanted was to lose sight of Bon Bon. She called out again as everything continued to fade to blackness.
“Bon Bon! Where are you going? Don’t leave me alone!” She cried, feeling clean tears come to her eyes. Although her eyes no longer glowed with redness, or looked glazed with water, the tears still stung her. She wanted nothing more than to reach up and pull Bon Bon back into her arms, and back into form, but she was still restricted of movement.
As the room around her faded to blackness completely, she attempted one last time to reach out to Bon Bon, but failed yet again. Tears streamed down her face and she stopped straining her body, closing her eyes so she didn’t have to be subjected to the sight of her true love fading from her sight for the last time. Aching and alone and now believing her heart was being truly broken, she whimpered and spoke again in a faint stammered voice.
“I love you”
***
Bon Bon held the knife between her hooves, pressed against her neck, but couldn’t bring herself to go any further with what she was thinking. She felt in her mind she had nothing left to live for, but she knew in her heart Lyra would have wanted her to live on and have a happy life; but how could she be happy when the one mare she cared about and loved was gone?
She knew no one could bring back the dead, and she wasn’t certain of what happened to ponies when they passed away or where they might end up, but she didn’t care; she held hope in her heart that it was a happy place, and that if it was, Lyra would be there waiting for her. She tried again to make her final move, but she still lacked the strength to do it. She dropped the knife beside herself and cried. Her eyes were bloodshot and stinging more than ever before. She’d been upset when her previous special someponies had broken up with her, but Lyra wasn’t just another simple partner.
She hung her head down and rested it on Lyra’s. Her tears dribbled down her cheeks and onto Lyra’s face, before dripping to the floor and joining the blood on the floor.
“I’m sorry Lyra... I’m so sorry,” she whimpered, cradling her head and wishing that she could have returned earlier... or never left to start with.
She sniffled, and tried to think about what might have happened had she been faster, returned earlier, or just forgiven Lyra and stayed by her side. She could see so many happy outcomes, and saw them together again in each of them, but felt her heart grow colder and more shallow each time she looked back at her dead partner and felt reality clawing at her emotions. Lyra was gone, and no matter which way she looked at it, she would always be gone.
Bon Bon felt her muscles go weak, causing her to collapse and do nothing but lay on Lyra’s lifeless body. Thoughts flashed through her mind of her family, and Lyra’s family; both their parents were gone too. She wondered if maybe Lyra had found them and was waiting for her with them, but the thought brought her no comfort. It just made her think about loss again, and how she felt when her mother died. She coughed as more tears poured out of her eyes, thinking about how Lyra had been there to comfort her. While no pony else had showed her any sense of decency or care, Lyra stayed with her the whole night, and just let her cuddle her and cry on her shoulder until she fell asleep. Every night for a week, she had done the same thing, even joining her in crying at some point when seeing her friend heartbroken had become too much for her to handle.
She’d never really felt the same way about her father. She’d always been upset that she couldn’t have been old enough to remember him before he died, but she didn’t have enough of an emotional attachment that it hurt to think about him. When she thought about all the times Lyra had been there for her in her life, she also remembered the times she had done the same thing. Lyra had never shown that she had been close with her parents, but when her mother was diagnosed with cancer she’d never remembered seeing her more upset. Lyra had spent almost every night crying in her arms, afraid to go home in case she found her mother had passed away, and when she wasn’t by her side when she did pass away, she had blamed herself for weeks; Bon Bon cried some more as she remembered having talked Lyra out of suicide at one of the worst points in her life.
***
It was beginning to get late as Bon Bon walked Lyra home from her own house. Her chest and shoulder were wet with Lyra’s tears and her own eyes were watering to see her friend in this condition. Today had marked the 22nd day since Lyra’s mother was diagnosed with cancer. She’d remained at home as it was untreatable, and was unwilling to die in a hospital bed if nothing could be done. Lyra continued to sob, finding it hard to walk when her legs felt so weak. Bon Bon wanted to say something comforting, but she was almost lost for words. She wanted to reassure Lyra everything would be okay, but they both knew the truth too well; her mother had only been growing worse, and she wouldn’t last much longer.
“Can I please just stay at your house? I... I don’t want to go home,” Lyra stammered as she saw her home in the distance.
“I would let you Lyra, I truly would, but you know your mum needs you... I’ll stay with you, but you really need to be there for her.” Bon Bon replied, disheartened that she couldn’t follow through her friend’s request without feeling a negative impact on her conscience.
“I know, but... but what if something does happen? I don’t know what I’ll do. I’d be too scared, and dad isn’t comforting either... He hasn’t even said a word to me since he was told about mum... he just sits by her side and doesn’t move...” Lyra said, feeling more tears trickling down her cheeks. Bon Bon sighed.
“I’ll be there for you Lyra, if anything happens I’ll always make sure I do everything I can to help you.” She told her, trying to at least show she would be there if she needed her.
“Thankyou Bon Bon” Lyra replied gratefully, hardly able to offer a weak smile though.
The pair approached her house, and Bon Bon held the door open for her as Lyra walked inside. She shut the door and started to make her way to the lounge room while Lyra made her way to her room first to drop off her saddlebag. Bon Bon thought about Lyra and the pain she must’ve been going through to see her mum in the condition she was in. Expecting to see Lyra’s father sitting next to her mother, she opened the door to the lounge room. Her eyes flashed over to the mare lying on her chair, but Lyra’s father was nowhere to be seen.
She surveyed the room quickly and looked back at Lyra’s mother, before a sudden look of horror descended upon her face; she was completely still.
“Oh no!” She said in a weak whisper. She ran over to the mare and held her ear next to her snout; no sign of breathing at all. She laid her head on her chest to check for a heartbeat, but there was nothing; all she could feel was the cold body of the dead mare.
“No... No, no, no, no, no! She can’t be gone!” Bon Bon said to herself, panicking and feeling tears welling up in her eyes.
“Why? Why now?” She asked, as if expecting someone to answer.
“Why now what?” She heard asked from across the room. She turned her head to see Lyra standing at the door. Lyra looked at Bon Bon’s expression and upon seeing the tears in her eyes, her expression further descended, before her eyes rested on her mother.
“Mum?” She asked from the room, tears filling her eyes, before she started to struggle forwards.
“Lyra... she... she...” Bon Bon tried to say something; anything, but nothing other than mumbling came out.
“M...m-m-mum?” Lyra stuttered again, struggling to move any closer as her legs became heavy, as if they were being held down by weights. She pushed through it and stopped by her mother’s side and looked down at her. She was peaceful and still, but the sight crushed Lyra’s heart.
“M...M...” Lyra couldn’t even finish the word any more. Her eyes flooding with tears and she was about to collapse under her emotions.
“Lyra... I’m... I’m so sorry...” Bon Bon said letting her tears crash to the floor. She wanted to hide the sight to stop Lyra’s pain, but there was nothing she could do now. Bon Bon felt her body going cold, her stomach felt as though it was rolling over inside her, and her heartbeats were growing heavy and slow. Lyra wanted to call out to her mother, but it was no use. She was gone, and so was her voice. Lyra didn’t want to do anything anymore; she just cried. Bon Bon managed a step closer, but as she reached forward, Lyra collapsed to the floor.
She lay there in her pooling tears, her heart in agony, and sickness stirring in her stomach. Every second she could see her mother the feeling became worse. Bon Bon knew she had to get Lyra out of the room. The sight of seeing someone important in your life die is hard enough, but seeing her own mother lifeless in front of her eyes was killing Lyra, and she knew it. Bon Bon nudged Lyra’s shoulder, and as bad as she felt, she was intent on getting her out of the room.
“Lyra, you shouldn’t have to see this... you should lay down...” She said, continuing to cry at the sight of her friend in her state.
“S... S-s-s-stay with me tonight... P-p-please?” Lyra stammered as if begging for company she would have had anyway.
“Of course I will.” Bon Bon replied, before leaning down, and sliding Lyra’s arm over her shoulder, and gently lifting her to her hooves. “You’ve seen too much tonight, if you stay any longer you’ll hurt yourself more.” Bon Bon told her, stuttering and struggling to have to do this. Lyra just cried, barely able to walk a step even with Bon Bon’s support.
“Do... do you think... do you...” Lyra tried to ask Bon Bon something, but she was having far too much trouble. They passed the door to the room, and about halfway to Lyra’s room she tried again.
“Do you think... that she... died happy?” Lyra asked. Bon Bon had to be reassuring, and while there was no smile on her face, she knew that Lyra’s mother didn’t have any regrets.
“Knowing she had a daughter as amazing as you, she would have been happy even through her last breath.” Bon Bon said, bringing more tears to both their own eyes, but knowing she’d made a tiny positive impact in Lyra’s mind.
As she opened the door to Lyra’s room, she gently laid her down on the bed.
“I’ll be right back... I need to make sure someone else knows about this.” she said, standing at the door, but getting no reply. Bon Bon sighed and walked back down the hallway. She looked into the room again at the mare on her deathbed, and felt more tears pour out of her eyes. She reached up to close the door, but noticed something she hadn’t seen beforehand under the mare’s pillow.
Bon Bon entered the room and looked down at what appeared to be the edge of a letter. She pulled it out and sat beside the couch to read it.
“My dearest daughter Lyra,
I know my time is coming soon, and I won’t be around much longer, but if when I go you aren’t here, I want you to know I love you. I love you so much. Having been blessed with a beautiful daughter like you has given me a reason to treasure the life I have lived, and while I will not see much more of yours, I want you to know that I’m proud of you. You’ve grown into a beautiful and wonderful young mare, and I know that you will continue to improve, and that if I were there, I would only continue to grow more proud of you. Remember that my love for you will never die and that until I see you again, I will always be with you in your heart.
I love you Lyra, your mother, Symphony.
Bon Bon felt her heart beating heavy in her chest, and her tears were drowning the carpet below her in water. She’d never read anything so touching and heartfelt in her life. She picked it up in her mouth, being as careful as she could to make sure she didn’t get her tears on it. She made her way back to Lyra’s room intent on showing her the letter to cheer her up, but found Lyra crying and looking at a picture of her and her mother and father. She put the letter in her saddle bag next to Lyra’s and decided that after everything she’d been through tonight, it’d be best to wait till the morning.
Bon Bon walked over to Lyra’s bed and laid down next to her, while Lyra put the picture under her pillow.
“I wonder where he went...” Lyra contemplated, referring to her father. She let out a sigh, moving closer to Bon Bon and nuzzling herself into her chest. “Thank you for being here... for me... Bon Bon... You’re... you’re an amazing friend.” Lyra stuttered.
“I’ll always be here for you Lyra.” She replied, before lying in silence and letting Lyra cry herself to sleep on her chest.
***
Lyra kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to open them anymore. She could tell there was nothing for her to look at. Although she felt control of her limbs return, she stayed curled up on the ground feeling weak and pathetic. She had come to terms that she was now dead, but she regretted the decision she had made, and wanted more than anything to take it back.
She had never been a strong hearted person, but she felt like an idiot for ever doubting Bon Bon would return. She’d always been there for her before; she only wished she could have had the strength to wait a bit longer for her before giving up hope. She could remember clear as day the first time she’d ever been as upset as she was beforehand, and how Bon had been there to comfort her, and how she’d been the one to talk her out of making one of the worst decisions she could have considered.
She couldn’t do anything about her actions now, but she hated herself for making them without thinking of anything but her own selfish desires. She was dead for real this time now, and she’d left Bon Bon cradling her in tears. She wanted to go back and make her pain end, but again, she was faced with the fact that she was dead. She had no idea what would happen from this point on, but upon opening her eyes for a moment and finding that there was nothing but darkness around her, she came to terms with the fact that for her actions she may be forced to remain alone for the rest of time.
She laid her head back down and cried some more. She didn’t care how much she cried now, she had eternity alone, and no one to comfort her, and she thought nothing other than she deserved it.
She thought back to the morning Bon Bon had proved how much she cared about her and wished a million times over in her mind that she could turn back time and be as strong before, as she was for Bon Bon back then.
***
The night felt longer than any other to Bon Bon. She hadn’t slept at all while Lyra was crying, she’d only been able to lie awake and cuddle her, but managed to sleep for a short amount of time after Lyra had managed to fall asleep. She rolled over in Lyra’s bed, but it wasn’t until something snapped in her mind, and she realised she was alone did she jump to life and look around for Lyra.
She panicked a little and ran down the hall, looking quickly into the lounge room, but finding that it was the same as she’d left it. Lyra’s mother remained peaceful under her blankets. She realised she hadn’t told anypony about her being there yet, and made sure she’d get a message to the hospital soon. She backed out of the room and explored the other rooms in the house to find Lyra.
“Lyra?” She called out. “Lyra?” she asked again turning her head around the corners of a few rooms.
Bon Bon walked over around another and called out Lyra’s name one more time before finding her in the kitchen, sitting facing the opposite direction.
“Lyra! There you are!” she said running over to her with a worried look on her face. She wasn’t getting a response, but as soon as she got to her side, she jumped back horrified. Lyra was staring at the ground, tears pouring out of her eyes, and had a knife suspending in the air in front of her by her magic, twirling it around as if considering doing something with it.
“Lyra what are you doing?” Bon Bon asked horrified, attempting to run over and grab away the knife, only smacking into a force field Lyra had put up with her magic. Power that Bon Bon didn’t think she possessed in her magic at her age.
“Lyra?” She yelled out waiting for a response.
“They’re both gone Bon Bon... they’re gone for good. They left me alone...” Lyra finally replied, her voice hoarse and raspy.
“You aren’t alone Lyra, you’ve still got me!” Bon Bon told her, tears already starting to fill her eyes.
“And I love you for being here for me Bon Bon, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, but my parents are gone! What have I got to live for if I don’t have them or a home to go to where I can feel safe and loved?” Lyra asked, upset and apparently agitated.
“You can come live with me? My mother is always happy to have you around... please don’t make any decisions you’ll regret, your mum didn’t leave you...” Bon Bon tried to tell her.
“Then what about my dad?! He’s gone! He left her alone to die by herself, he left me here too, as if he wanted me to suffer! He clearly didn’t care about either of us! He couldn’t even talk to me for the last 3 weeks and now he’s gone without even a bucking goodbye!” Lyra screamed, her voice still raspy, and her tears flowing harder.
Bon Bon started to cry even more, now afraid that if she didn’t become convincing, her friend would kill herself. They’d both been through enough, and if she lost Lyra now, she would probably give up too.
“Lyra, what if he only went to the hospital to get help, or went looking for you?” she asked.
“Then why didn’t he come back. He had the whole night, he would have come back at some point...” she said, flicking the knife around in the air some more. Bon Bon was starting to freak out.
“Lyra your parents loved you, if your dad ran off because he couldn’t handle not being with your mum you shouldn’t blame yourself.” Bon Bon tried to convince her.
“My mother hardly ever showed me she loved me. She said it sure, but I could never see it...” Lyra said, sighing as the emotional distress she was causing herself was tearing deeper into her heart.
“That’s not true! She loved you with all her heart! Wait here, please stay strong Lyra.” Bon Bon begged, running off to fetch Symphony’s note.
Lyra sat in the kitchen, crying her eyes out. She hated what she was putting Bon Bon through, and hated herself for blocking her away. She knew her best friend was only trying to help her because she cared about her, and she didn’t want to put her through anything else, but she felt so weak she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to stop herself from doing stupid if she kept thinking about her parents and how much she thought they hated her.
Bon Bon was by no means fooling around as she sped to Lyra’s room and grabbed the note. Before long she was galloping back to the kitchen.
“Lyra! Read this! I found it under your mother’s pillow last night. I wanted to wait till you weren’t so distraught to show you, but you need to see it. Your mother loved you very much” Bon Bon cried holding the note against the force field.
Lyra looked up confused, and dropped the knife from her concentration letting it fall to the ground, turning her attention to the note. She grabbed it in her magic and dropped the force field. Bon Bon ran over to Lyra and wrapped her forelegs around her, reluctant to let her go. While Bon Bon continued to cry, Lyra’s eyes had reduced to watering momentarily as she read through the note; it didn’t last though.
As soon as Lyra had even passed the first few lines, she started to yet again break down into tears, and by the end of the note, she was reduced to a bawling mess. Tears were streaming out her eyes and she finally believed that her mother loved her. She felt some happiness warm her heart, believing her mother may actually be with her in spirit at that very moment. She let the note fall to the floor and wrapped her forelegs around Bon Bon, returning her embrace and crying onto her shoulder yet again.
“Tha...thank...thank you... Bon Bon... I... I... I...” Lyra didn’t know what to say. She felt like her troubles were retreating and that she now had a reason to keep living.
“Don’t worry about it,” Bon Bon replied sniffling. “It’s what BFF’s do” She said kissing Lyra’s forehead.
That afternoon, the pair walked together to the hospital, and informed Symphony’s doctor of her passing, before returning to Bon Bon’s home, and arranging a room for Lyra, after explaining the tragedy to Lyra’s own mother. With all the good now happening to Lyra after the heartbreak, she finally realised that people did care about her, and that she had a reason to make her mother proud, even if it was just to honour her memory.
***
Bon Bon’s eyes had basically run dry, as she could no longer cry, but sniffle while lying over Lyra’s lifeless form. She finally accepted that all she wanted was to be with Lyra, and while she wasn’t sure there was any chance they’d be together after death, she knew whatever was waiting had to be better than living without her.
Lyra too craved Bon Bon’s presence. As much as she thought she deserved to suffer without her, she longed for just one more cuddle, one more I love you. She sighed and too lay on the spot unable to cry anymore, from having exhausted too many tears already.
Unable to handle the thoughts on her mind anymore, Bon Bon made her final decision. If she had to die to attempt to be with Lyra, then she would do what needed to be done. She couldn’t tell if there was even a place ponies could end up after their death, but even if she didn’t end up in any sort of afterlife, she wouldn’t be with or without Lyra, and both their suffering will have finally ended.
Finally content with leaving this life, Bon Bon grabbed the knife between her hooves and brought it back to her throat. She pressed the blade firmly against her skin, already splitting the flesh of her neck and letting blood trickle down into her fur, and with one final tear and breath, she pulled it across. She felt the pain escalating all through her neck as the blood rushing to it seeped out of her open veins and caked the fur around it extremely fast, but as her last breath escaped her body in a hiss, she held hope in her heart she was going to a better place, and let herself weakly smile through the horrendous experience as she collapsed over Lyra’s body.
***
Lyra opened her eyes again, and surveyed the darkness around her. It was like it was just a black room. It felt dark, but she could see infinitely through it until her eye sight failed to see further.
She thought about the fact that she would be here alone forever, and wished that if she had to be alone that she could at least have some form of comfort.
“I... I don’t know if anyone can hear me... I don’t know if there’s anyone out there at all... but please, if there is, and you’ve put me here alone to punish me, please just make sure Bon Bon is happy... I’m... I’m sorry I ever wronged her. She didn’t deserve to go through anything that I put her through... I love her, I still feel that, but I know now that I don’t deserve her... she deserves to be with someone that won’t make mistakes and take her love for granted... someone better than me who can show her true happiness. Make sure if you ever give me one final request that she’s happy... I can be content and comforted just to know that she’ll be happy without me. So if there’s someone listening, take care of Bon Bon. Just forget me and let me suffer as I deserve to.” Lyra spoke allowed, her voice echoing through the darkness. The pain in her heart was increasing, and knowing she never got to say goodbye had given her something to regret. With nothing left to do, and nothing more that she wanted, she collapsed once more and let one more tear drop. “I love you Bon Bon.”
Lyra felt as though she was about to cry again, but shivered as a small breeze passed through her mane and rustled her tail. She looked around confused.
‘Where would a breeze be coming from?’ she thought to herself. She looked around for a bit wondering if she’d imagined it, but without warning was hit with not just a breeze, but a gust of more wind. The wind was strong and starting to sting her eyes, causing Lyra to cover them and turn around, but to her shock, she saw the wind seemed to be forming wisps of light, which were travelling into a ball not far ahead of her. She needed to shun her eyes from the ball too as it was too bright for her to stare directly at.
The ball started to increase in size, causing Lyra to back away. She crouched down wondering if something she’d said was causing this, and started to worry that she may have said something that upset whoever might have been listening, even though she was sure no one would hear her.
Finally, after growing to about Lyra’s own size the ball exploded, causing her to flinch and look away completely, but upon returning her eyes to the sight, her heart almost jumped up her throat. Standing in front of her, as if she had been there the whole time, was Bon Bon.
Bon Bon had barely felt anything after her heart had stopped beating, she’d seen nothing but blackness for what felt like hours, before seeing a bright light; a beautiful shining white light.
She hadn’t hesitated to walk into it, and it engulfed her in an instant and surrounded her body. She had no idea what would happen, but as if the strange ball of light had read her mind and found what her greatest desires were, the next thing she knew the light was fading around her, before disappearing completely, and revealing the love of her life standing before her.
The pair could do nothing but stare at each other for a few moments, trying to make sure that they weren’t imagining things, before calling out each other’s names in unison. For the first time in a long time, the pair felt true happiness returning to them. Smiles were already lighting up their faces and hearts, and warmth spread through them unbeknownst to them, absolving them.
They took a few steps towards each other, but within just a few moments they were galloping at each other. Tears streamed from their eyes yet again, but as they would have guessed, out of happiness. The pair finally together again, threw their forelegs around the other, and the feelings they’d been longing for so long, returned. The hug felt as perfect as the one they shared when they fell in love. The unspoken connection between them was enough to tell the other what to do next. They both withdrew their heads at the same time, and for the first time in too long, shared a romantic kiss. As soon as their lips touched they felt all the pain that would have been troubling them leave, and everything suddenly felt right. The darkness felt bright, the blackness began to illuminate, and wind was breezing around the pair in a spiral, signifying them as one in spirit. The pair withdrew from the kiss momentarily, and stared into each other’s eyes.
‘The eye’s that started it all’ Lyra thought to herself, staring deep into them and seeing all the same beauty and more since the day the pair met.
“I love you Lyra.” Bon Bon said, resting her forehead on Lyra’s and closing her eyes.
“I love you too Bon Bon.” Lyra said back, before too closing her eyes, and letting one last tear roll down her cheeks.
They stayed in this position for a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity to them after having been apart for so long.
They opened their eyes again, and kissed each other once more, before suddenly hearing voices across from them. The pair turned their heads, and as if out of nowhere, their parents both stood before them. There was no explenation as to how they got there, let alone when, but the pairs' already brightened expressions continued to shine even more. The pair looked at each other shocked and smiled again before running over to their loved ones who were standing their with open arms.
Bon Bon leapt into her mother and fathers’ embrace doing her best to wrap her forelegs around them both, as Lyra did the same for her parents. Lyra looked at her mum and felt a tear come to her eye. She was healthy and young again, with no hint of having ever been sick. Her father too looked young and healthy, but looked as though he had something to say to her.
“Dad... I... I haven’t seen you since mum... since mum died... where... where did you go?” She asked, parting from the pair momentarily. Her dad hesitated to answer, but he knew after having been left alone for so long, she deserved an answer.
“The night your mother died, I went to the hospital to get help... I wanted to get help for her, but I was under so much stress, and I was worried about you... I went into cardiac arrest at the hospital. I survived, but the next morning after I made them let me go home to try and find you, you weren’t there... I went to Bon Bon’s home to see if I could find you there, but her mother said neither of you had come home that night...” he explained.
Lyra looked over at the other trio, and saw Bon Bon’s mother look back at her and nod. She looked back at her dad as he continued.
“I went back home once more to see if you were there, but when I found your saddlebags in your room, I thought you’d seen your mother and run away... I searched all of Ponyville, every neighbouring town and then every far away town and city until I reached Equestria’s edge... I wanted to come back... but I was far too sick... I had no medication for my heart, and the doctors had told me that if I didn’t take it easy I’d have another heart attack... I failed to heed their warning, and now my body is resting in a field on the Equestrian border...” he finished explaining. Lyra was shocked. She didn’t expect to hear any of what her father had told her. She felt as though she was about to cry, both for having heard how he’d died, and for doubting that he ever didn’t love her. She wanted to take back what she'd done and mad sure her fathe would find her in Ponyville, but wishing to change that past was just a hopeless idea, and even Lyra knew there was no point.
Her father could see the tears building in her eyes and put his hoof on her shoulder, causing her to look up.
“There’s no need to be upset, we can be together again now; all of us.” He said, looking at Symphony and smiling. Lyra let a tear roll out of her eye and smiled.
“I love you daddy, and you too mum!” She said, hugging them and crying.
“We love you too dear, we’re very proud of you.” Her mother said.
Bon Bon looked at her father too. She’d never remembered what he looked like since he’d died when she was little. He had the same colour coat as her and a blue mane, with green eyes.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you growing up sweetheart... I couldn’t help my sickness any more than Symphony could help hers... Saying goodbye to you when you were so little was heartbreaking, but I always knew that you’d grow into a beautiful mare and enjoy your life, and I was right” He explained, smiling and cuddling her before rubbing her mane. Bon Bon feeling tears come to her own eyes, before returning his embrace.
“It’s not your fault dad... I know you would have stayed if you could... Mum took care of me though; She bought me to Ponyville... that’s how I met Lyra.” She said looking at her marefriend and smiling. Looking back at her parents she finished what she wanted to say. “Mum always reminded me when I wanted you around that I’d see you again very soon... I’ve always just wanted to know what you looked like and tell you I loved you.” Bon Bon said smiling and hugging her dad.
After everyone had shared their long heartfelt moment, Bon Bon backed away to ask a question. One that she’d been wondering long before she was reunited with Lyra.
“What happens now?” She asked. Hoping her parents could tell her something reassuring. Both the girls’ parents grinned, and the girls both knew they had something positive to tell them. Lyra backed up to stand next to Bon Bon.
“Now you get to come with us and live with us again. Every family is given their own home with all they could ever want in it. When one person passes on, the light that appears before them will usually deliver them to their home, It’s basically your own private world to spend eternity with the ones you love.“ Her mother explained.
The pair smiled to each other and considered the idea, but Lyra had one more question.
“We can spend it together... right?” she asked, looking at Bon Bon lovingly. Both of them started to feel disheartened though as soon as they saw their parents’ expressions descending.
“We... we can can’t we?” Bon Bon asked, looking worriedly between Lyra and their parents, causing the pairs exchanged glances.
“Everyone lives their own life girls, each family gets their own eternity, but you can choose to have your own... you have to consider though that if you don’t come with us you won’t see us again... we’re only here because of the choice you’re being offered.” Bon Bon’s mother explained.
“You mean... If we choose to be together we can’t see you guys anymore?” Lyra asked.
“Unfortunately that is the decision you girls must make...” Her father said.
The girls wanted to be together more than anything, and eternity was better than they could have ever expected, but they’d finally seen their parents again for the first time in years. They didn’t want to think that they couldn’t spend more time with them, let alone not see them for the rest of time.
“Why can’t we all go to be in one place together?” Bon Bon asked.
“We already have our own eternal home... we are restricted to it... We cannot enter any other.” Bon Bon’s father explained.
“How do you guys know? Who told you this?” Lyra asked.
“No one... the knowledge is in your spirit after death. You are given eternity with the pony you love and any family you choose to spend it with.” Her mother replied.
Suddenly behind the pairs two glowing balls of energy popped, and expanded, turning brown and becoming rectangles, before they stopped morphing and formed two house doors, both of which swung open revealing rooms behind them.
“Girls, you have to make a decision now...” Bon Bon’s mother said, understanding the doors meant they wouldn’t be given much more time where they were.
Bon Bon and Lyra looked at each other and at their parents, they wanted to think the decision through, but their minds had been made up from the beginning.
“We... we love you guys very much... we have so much we owe to you guys, including each other... but it’s because we have each other that we don’t want to lose that.” Lyra explained.
“I know this might hurt you guys... but I want to spend the rest of my days with Lyra... I’ve never been privileged to love somepony so much and be loved back just as much in my life... and I don’t want to lose that again.” Bon Bon said. “I’m sorry if we’re upsetting you guys.” Bon Bon added, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her.
Contrary to the girls impressions though, their parents weren’t visibly upset... if anything they seemed happy.
“You guys... you guys aren’t upset?” The pair asked surprised by their parents’ expressions.
“We’d like to be able to have the time with you girls, but knowing you’ll be happy together is enough to make us happy.” Lyra’s mother said, with the others agreeing by nodding.
The pair smiled and walked forward hugging their parents. Both of the pairs telling their daughters that they loved them, before sharing a final goodbye.
“You girls are perfect for each other.” their parents told them before turning around to enter their eternal home for the last time. As they entered it they turned around and gave the girls one last wave, all of them calling out that they loved their daughters, before the doors shut, and faded from existence.
To the girls’ side, another light flashed into existence, before them.
“That must be ours” Lyra said to Bon Bon nuzzling her cheek.
“Well how about we go find out where we’ll be living eternity together?” Bon Bon asked smiling and giving Lyra a kiss and offering out her hoof.
“Let’s!” Lyra agreed, taking Bon Bon’s hoof.
“Together until the end?” Bon Bon asked, bringing up their promise to each other they made upon falling in love.
“Together until the end!” Lyra agreed.
With one more kiss, the pair ran hoof in hoof into the light to embrace their future together.
No longer did they think of what happened as the end, but instead they saw it as a second chance.
They could finally be together forever, and share the life they had always wanted, and share a new beginning.
The End
