Chapters The Human Hunt
By Polar Muffins
Lyra looked at me. There was so much pain on her face. “I’ll do just that! But, I will never, never give up!”
“I-” I began, but she cut me off.
“No. Don’t.” and Lyra ran off.
I felt a drop of rain on my nose. I looked up and it was starting to pore. I was getting soaked. So I started walking home. Not bothering to run so I could have some time to think to myself.
What went wrong to make this happen?
I’m going to start with this morning.
~
“Bonnie. Oh Bonnie.” It was Lyra trying to wake me up with the insufferable pet name she gave me.
“Lyra! Stop it.” I rolled over to face her and opened my eyes.
“Oh, BonBon! I was just playing!” She bopped my nose and said “Boop!”
“Lyra!” I smiled. She always did this when she woke up before me in the morning. I chased after her. We ran all around our bedroom, until we got tired and we plopped laying on our backs onto our bed. We caught our breath. Lyra turned towards me and asked “Breakfast?”
“Sure. I’ll make it.” I answered. I got up.
“I know how much of good cook you are BonBon.” Lyra said as we walked out the door towards the kitchen.
When we had gotten to the kitchen Lyra sat down on her “human” chair and I had gone to the closet to get my chefs hat and apron. I tied on my apron. Placed the chefs hat on my head and asked Lyra “What would you like for breakfast?” But before Lyra could answer there was a knock on the door.
Lyra got up on her hind legs and started walking, as she had practiced for two years, to open the door. She used her magic to twist the doorknob and to open the door. Outside was Derpy with the mail.
I trotted towards the door and said “Hello Derpy! What have you got for us today?”
Derpy looked blankly at me then suddenly looked as if she remembered something. “Oh! Uh.. it’s more of a telegram for Lyra.”
“Really?” Lyra looked really happy.
“Uh... yeah it’s:
Dear Lyra, Come to the bakery, there has been a sighting.
-The human club
Lyra got on all fours, pushed derpy aside and ran out the door. I apologized to Derpy and helped her up, locked the door and ran after her.
When I reached her at the bakery, I was huffing and puffing. “I gotta lay of those BonBons for a while.” I said
“Ya, ya. Let’s go inside!” She said. She then stood up on her hind legs and we both walked into the bakery.
Inside of the bakery was Pinkie Pie at the counter. “What can I do for you?” She asked.
Lyra walked up to her and whispered in her ear, then Pinkie pointed to a group of ponies huddled together at a table. Lyra started walking up to them, I followed, but Lyra held a hoof out to stop me. “It’s secret stuff BonBon,” she said to me “I need to go alone.” With that she left me behind and went over to the table. A colt looked at her. I couldn’t tell his features because he was wearing something Lyra told me once, that it was called “pants” and I knew, for a fact, that he wore what a lot of Juveniles wore these days, a hoodie. These pieces of clothing covered him so I could not tell who he was but his tail stuck out of the “pants” so I knew he had a sky blue shiny tail. Reminded me of the Oh so “handsome” Fancy Pants Rarity always talked about when I went to try on a dress I asked for. She gave me a lot of details about his “Beautiful crinière” and “Majestic queue”, hell if I knew what she meant until I googled it. Why Rarity likes french so much, I will never know.
Anyway, after 30 minutes of waiting for Lyra I went over to Pinkie Pie’s counter and bought a milk shake. Then I went over to a table and sat down slowly drinking my milkshake, waiting and watching for Lyra to come.
~
It was dark and I was tired. We had searched for the “human” to no avail. I really wanted to go home and fall asleep. Lyra was sneaking around, acting like a spy. She had been doing this the whole time, and I was getting annoyed. “Lyra, can we go home?” I asked.
“Well, you can search. I’m going home.” Lyra lowered her hoof.
“But, but,” she stammered “I want you to help me.”
At this point I was beyond tired. I was angry. “Lyra! Humans don’t exist! Humans will never exist! You’re stupid and childish for thinking they do! We have searched for half of the day! I am sick and tired of your fairytales! Let’s go home and never do this again!”
Lyra looked at me. There was so much pain on her face. “I’ll do just that! But, I will never, never give up!”
“I-” I began, but she cut me off.
“No. Don’t.” and Lyra ran off.
I felt a drop of rain on my nose. I looked up and it was starting to pore. I was getting soaked. I started walking home. Not bothering to run so I could have some time to think to myself.
Is that why she’s so mad at me? I asked myself.
I was two doors from my house. It was starting to stop raining, a bit. I stopped. I need to tell Lyra I’m sorry. It’s all my fault, not hers! I started running. I reached the house. The door was open. I opened it and raced inside not bothering to close the door. There was crying coming out of the bathroom. I raced towards the door. I knocked. No answer. I pushed the door. It was open. I opened it and there on the purple and green bath rug was Lyra holding a knife in the air with her magic, her right hoof outstretched poised to slice. “Lyra!” I yelled. Lyra looked at me. Her eyes were read and there were tears streaming down her face. Her magic wavered and the knife dropped to the floor. She ran up to me and started hugging me. She was babbling through her tears about how sorry she was, and how she thought if she cut herself all the pain would flow away with the blood. “No. Sh, Lyra. It’s alright. Bonnie’s here.”
“Bonnie. When I came home after our fight. I didn’t want to live.”
“No Lyra. Hush. It’s my fault.” I began petting her. “I shouldn’t have overreacted. I was tired. How ‘bout we eat a little something and then go straight to sleep?”
“Alright.” She sniffed.
We headed to the kitchen. Lyra sat down on her human chair and I started making toast. “So, Lyra. Who was the colt in the hoodie?” I asked as I handed her some apple cider.
“Oh, that’s Fancy Pants. He’s from the Canterlot Human Club.” She replied.
“You don’t say?” The toast was ready and I started spreading butter and Jelly on my toast. I held it up so Lyra could see. “Same for you?”
“Yes please.” I began spreading hers.
For the rest of Dinner we ate in silence. We then got up from the table, and headed to bed. I lifted the blankets and got in. Lyra did the same. “Bonnie?” She asked as she snuggled up close to me.
“Yes Lyra?”
She yawned. “I’m glad you’re my Girlfriend. I love you.” She fell asleep.
“I love you too.” I whispered and with that I drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note
For all of you who are thinking cutting is no laughing matter. I agree. I have not or have known anyone who cuts. For all of you who sometimes think of suicide or cutting. It's not going to change anything. It's just going to hurt you and/or your family.
New Mares Eve
Today is Monday.
I searched on the calendar.
Monday, Decemmare 31st.
It was circled in bright red. I x - ed it off.
New Mares Eve.
For BonBon and I, it’s the day Vinyl Scratch comes to town.
Also the day we get drunk.
Fucking drunk.
BonBon was still asleep. I looked at her. She is so cute when she sleeps! Her drool rolling off her lip makes me want to snuggle with her.
I checked my watch. It was 12:00 pm. No time for sleep. I had to wake BonBon up to make reservations at “The Vine”, the best club for wine and the place Vinyl performs each year. Grapes owned the place. She was a very hot mom who gave birth as a teen. I used to date her when we were teenagers, until she went straight and had a child. Stupid Colt, making her pregnant like that. The good thing that happened at the end of that relationship was that I got a new loving, caring, beautiful, cooking marefriend that lasts to this day and a friendship with Grapes. Also every year on the day of New Mares Eve, Grapes lets us get a good seat and a promised reservation if we called her before 1:00 pm. I checked my watch again. IT WAS 12:10! If only I had fingers I could’ve pulled out my mane. Instead I raced over to BonBon and woke her up.
“What?” She said sleepily.
“IT’S 12:10!”
“OH GOD!” BonBon yelled getting out of bed fully awake. She ran to get the phone in the living room.
I followed.
She dialed.
I watched with anticipation.
No answer.
She dialed again.
My hooves were on my head.
An answer! BonBon put it on speaker.
“Helloooo?” A raspy female voice said. It was Grapes and she was drunk as usual.
“Grapes.” BonBon said.
“Bonnie! Come to make a reservation?” BonBons nose wrinkled. I giggled. She hated that pet name I gave her. What she hated more was that I taught it to Grapes. Grapes knew she hated it. “I got you the second best seats in the house!”
“Second?” BonBon asked.
“Ya. Princess Luna has decided to pay me the honor of coming to my club! We are going to share a table you see. Good news is, your table is next to ours!”
BonBon fainted.
“One moment Grapes!” I rushed over to BonBon and slapped her. She was babbling about seeing stars when I did. When she came to, she sat up and was very alert. “Bonnie?
Her nose wrinkled and I knew she was okay. Her nose unwrinkled. “Did she say Princess Luna?”
“I most certainly did! Now are you takin’ it ‘cause I’ve had to put 10 ponies on hold talking to you!” It was Grapes voice coming out of the phone.
“We’ll take it!” BonBon said.
“Good. Bye sweets! See you tonight!” The phone beeped saying she hung up. I got up and turned it off.
I looked at BonBon.
She got up and looked at me.
She smiled.
I smiled.
We ran towards each other and embraced. We started jumping up and down in circles singing:
“We’re seeing Princess Luna tonight!
We’re seeing Princess Luna tonight!
We’re seeing Princess Luna tonight!”
We stopped jumping and kissed. Lip to lip. Hip to hip. Our lips let go.
”Oh Bonnie! This will be the best night of our lives!”
BonBons nose wrinkled. She laughed. I laughed.
~
I checked my watch. 5:00 pm. BonBon had ran to get the outfit she had ordered from Rarity 5 days ago. I had on my usual. Blue Jeans, a red and white striped T- Shirt, and a light green tie. “Where is she?” I mumbled to myself. We were supposed to be at “The Vine” at 5:00 pm to see Princess Luna and hang out before everyone came in at 6:00 pm. BonBon was late.
“Wow. You look Gorgeous!” I exclaimed.
“Why, thank you.” She said. “Shall we go in?”
“Sure.” I got up and stood on my hind legs. We both walked in.
“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my two favorite mares!” It was Grapes and she had been waiting for us. “Hey Luna come ‘ere an’ meet my two gal pals!”
A beautiful mare came out of the bathroom stall to our right. Her dark blue coat was beautiful, her mane was gorgeous, it was as if I had fallen in love with this mare of the moon. BonBon sensed this and elbowed me back to reality. Luna was most likely straight, she is thousands of years old, I would probably die before her, and I had a marefriend.
Luna walked up to BonBon first (she was on the right) and BonBon bowed, Luna nodded. Next she walked up to me and since I was on my hind legs we were eye to eye. I bowed like a human male, bending only at the waist (that was the easiest way for me to bow). Luna put a hoof up to her mouth and slightly giggled. I smiled. BonBon scowled. I could tell she was jealous. I smiled even more. Let her be jealous. Luna walked away to sit next to Grapes, who was now sitting at their table and were facing the dance floor.
“For now, you sit with us.” Grapes said. We walked over to their table. I sat down next to Grapes and BonBon sat next to me. Since it was a round table she was also sitting next to Luna and I knew that was the only thing BonBon was thinking about when she sat down next to me.
“So. How hath thee met each other?” Luna asked us.
“Well....” I began.
~
It was 1:00 am. The party had started ages ago and now it was over. I was walking home alone, for the millionth time. Since I am very emotional and do irrational things when I am, I tried a new method of letting out steam. Thinking about what happened.
At 12:00 am, I left, without BonBon. The reason why I did not understand. It was a normal New Mares party until about 11:40. I guess BonBon is more of a drunkard than I am and probably drank more alcohol than I did, but this had never happened before.
~
I was dancing to Vinyl’s toons when BonBon came over from the bar. She was wobbling. Not slightly, a lot. I looked over to where she came from. The table was filled with dirty glasses. I stopped dancing and went over to BonBon to steady her. “How much did you drink?”
“I don’t know, bitch. Hey bitch. I didn’t know you had 2 identical sisters!” BonBon was definitely drunk. She sounded drunk. She looked drunk. She never called me ‘bitch’ unless she was seriously drunk.
“I’m going to get you to our table.” I walked her over to our table and sat her down. Her eyes moved toward Princess Luna who was seated at her table.
“HEY BITCH!” Oh no. The music screeched to a stop. Everyone was staring at us. Luna looked confused. “YA YOU BITCH! THE ONE WITH THE FINE ASS!” Luna was blushing.
“If you will excuse us for a moment.” I said as I was pulling BonBon outside. It was 11:50 pm. Almost time for the countdown. When we were outside, I sat BonBon down on the cold concrete. I was fuming mad. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“Fuck?” BonBon asked groggily. “Ya. Let’s fuck!” she got up and wobbled towards me.
“BonBon, NO! You’re drunk!” I pushed her away and ran, tears streaming from my eyes, I couldn’t take it, the sounds of “3. 2. 1. HAPPY NEW MARES!” wringing in my ears, with BonBons hooves clopping back inside.
~
I was at home already getting undressed.
I guess what happened was that BonBon was drunk and I had over reacted by crying, definitely not by running away. I got into bed and quickly fell fast asleep.
~
I awoke to somepony getting into the bed. I looked at the bedside clock. 5:00 am.
I heard snoring.
I looked over to make sure it wasn’t some creepy person.
Nope. Just BonBon.
I smiled.
She is so dead tomorrow.
~
I awoke to the smell of waffles. 8:00 am. I would begin teaching how to play the Lyr in an hour.
I got up.
Stretched.
I looked over to BonBons side.
Empty.
Suddenly the whole events of last night came back to me.
I got up and stormed into the kitchen. BonBon was there making waffles. “You-” I didn’t finish my sentence because BonBon had place the waffles on the table. On them said “I’m Sorry” in syrup. I looked at her. There were bags under her eyes. “You, lost sleep, just to apologize?”
She smiled.
I ran up to her and hugged her.
She hugged me back.
“I love you so much Bonnie!” I squeezed her and let go.
She also let go. Then her nose wrinkled and then unwrinkled.
“Now go back to bed and take the day off!” I said.
She nodded, yawned, and headed toward our room.
I went to my human chair and sat down.
I smiled the whole time I ate those waffles.
Author's Note
New years eve! WOO! This whole thing is just a guess of what some adults do at New year parties. (Still a teen, meh) Anyway, I feel like BonBon after writing this. I feel like I have a headache.
How BonBon and Lyra met
“So. How hath thee met each other?” Luna asked us.
“Well, it all started 5 years ago, when BonBon and I were 15 years old and Grapes over here was too.” Grapes smiled. BonBon giggled. I continued. “BonBon and I will both tell it to you. I’ll start and then BonBon will continue. Got it?”
“We got it! Go on, go on!” Grapes said in her raspy voice.
“Ok, as I was saying, we were in high school and Grapes and I were ditching, to hang out, have sex, and drink.” I paused. I felt a little uncomfortable saying this in front of a Princess, but Luna didn’t seem to mind. So I continued.“Grapes was smoking and I said...”
~
“Grapes you’ve gotta stop smoking! It’ll hurt your vocal cords!”
“Lyra stop your worrying! I’ll be fine!” Grapes said in her beautiful soprano voice, that I felt would disappear very soon if she continued with this.
We were outside of a bar in Canterlot. We went to school at the High School for Untalented teens. I had applied to the magic school that Celestia had created, but I didn’t pass. That was during kindergarten. That was the past. Since then I’ve gotten my cutie mark for the thing I was truly meant to do, play the lyre.
Grapes on the other hoof, had gotten her cutie mark of a wine bottle with a grape in front of it for making the best wine that she taught herself how to make. If you only met her at a bar you’d think it was for her love for it. That’s what her parents thought and didn’t listen to her if she tried to say the truth. Her parents sent her to the school and there she became lesbian, there she began smoking, and there she drank more varieties instead of just wine.
I was sent to the school because my parents never thought music was a good career and said I would never amount to anything. At the school I started drinking, I was already a lesbian and I thought smoking was atrocious. I drank because I knew I was underaged and wanted to rebel against my parents.
The bar we were outside of was a bar that wasn’t very good and we were just about to leave, when Grapes wanted to have a smoke.”Grapes can we go?”
“Just one more whiff.” I heard a bit of a rasp when she spoke.
“No.” I said firmly and started walking away. Grapes dropped her cigarette, stepped on it and caught up with me.
“Lyra, it’s just a cigarette.”
I turned around anger was plainly on my face. “Just a cigarette?” I asked. “That’s what Teal said when she started. Three years later, she was diagnosed with breast cancer.”
“Lyra. I know she’s your best friend since you guys were fillies, but just because it happened to one mare doesn’t mean it’ll happen to another.”
It was late. I couldn’t take it. Teal was just never the same after her diagnoses. Grapes didn’t understand. “Grapes. I’m going home.” I turned around and headed in the direction of my parents place.
~
“Well,” BonBon cut in. “I believe it is my turn to tell the story.”
“Agreed.” Grapes said eyeing me. She knew what I was about to say. She knew what was going to happen. She knew no one else knew. Not even BonBon.
“This is what happened to me.” BonBon began. “It started in class.”
~
I was sitting in front of the toughest mare in school. Grapes. Beside her was her equally tough marefriend. She was very attractive. It wasn’t that I was lesbian. It was just I was pulled towards her. Like my gut was being wrenched and it was in her direction. Hard to explain yet it was there.
Ring, Ring
Class was over. I gathered my stuff to head towards lunch. As I was gathering my stuff I felt a presence behind me. I turned. My heart pounded. Her green magic glowed. She put all my stuff into my saddle bag and placed the saddle bag onto my back. I did the stupidest thing. I stood there, staring like an idiot.
She looked at me. “You wanna get something to eat?”
Now I was surprised. I only knew her in kindergarten and that was ages ago. She had gone to my elementary school, but we’d never been good friends. We hadn’t gone to the same middle school. “Um, uh.”
“If you don’t want to just say so.” She got up on her hind legs. I never knew why she did it. It was a little weird.
“N-n-no! Sure. Out to lunch?” We had that option at school. We could go around Canterlot and get food. We could only stay for a little time. If we didn’t get back at the right time we would get severely punished. I knew in some schools we would lose our privileges to go out, but here we would get the old fashioned punishment. We would get our hooves slapped by a ruler.Ya, I know it’s weird, but our school was for ponies who others think won’t amount to much. Cheerilee used to be in the school too, until she finally got her cutie mark. Then, they thought she would do good things.
“Ya, okay.” She walked towards the exit.
I followed.
~
“My turn!” I said, cutting in. Grapes glared at me again.
“Fine.” BonBon said.
“Ok. Before I go into what happened after what BonBon said. There is something important I must share. You must all know how I broke up with Grapes.”
Grapes slammed her mug that was filled with wine. “You lie! You did not break up with me! I be-”
“How ‘bout I tell the story?” I interrupted.
Grapes picked up her mug and began sipping and glaring at me.
“Now. I was heading towards home when...”
~
“Hey Lyra!” Grapes called.
I turned around.
“You know what I did when I asked to be excused at the bar?”
“You went to the bathroom?” I said in a normal voice because I had gone back to stand next to Grapes.
“No.” She leaned in close. “I. Fucked. A. Stallion.”
I was shocked. When she and I became marefriends she swore to never fuck a stallion as long as we were dating. I was starting to tear up. “You know what that means don’t you?” I paused, waiting for an answer.
She shook her head yes and grinned evilly. “It’s a simple way of telling you: we’re through.”
“Fine then. We’re done.” I ran off. Tomorrow was a school night, and I would go to school and be the best student I could be.
~
Grapes was furious. She stood up on her hind legs. Her front hooves on the table. “YOU BITCH! I WAS FUCKING DRUNK! YET YOU FUCKING HOLD IT AGAINST ME!”
Luna was sipping her pina colada without alcohol as if this was perfectly normal. BonBon shifted closer to the Princess. Things like this usually happened when Grapes was drunk.
BonBon spoke up. “You mean you gave her away? When?”
“Last year on January 5th. Money caught up to me and I placed my child in the care of my uncaring parents, where she’ll grow up until I make enough money for both of us.”
“That’s so horrible!” BonBon exclaimed.
Luna suddenly stood up. All eyes turned to her. She looked towards Grapes. “If thou loves this child you speak of, then why doth thou sound as if you have given up? Keep up your bar business, but thou shalt not give up! Will thee continue wallowing in self pity? NAY! Stand up for what you believe in!” With that she went off to get another pina colada.
It took a few minutes to calm Grapes down, but when she was calm I was urged to continue from where BonBon had finished when it was her turn. A half hour had passed and the story was needed to finish before people poured in. Luna had returned and was sipping her pina colada, noticeably, quite happy.
~
Why had I asked BonBoon, BomBee, or whatever her name was to lunch, I didn’t know. I turned to look at her. She was pretty, but she wasn’t lesbian. I overheard her with her friends admiring cute stallions. She was not for me. She was off limits. Unless. Unless, I could charm her. But, I didn’t know if she was my type. Frankly, I didn’t have a type. “Hey, um, what’s your name?” I directed it at her, but she was obviously confused, because she looked around to see if anypony else was there.
“Um, I-I’m BonBon.”
“Cool.” I didn’t know if she remembered my name so “I’m Lyra.”
“I know.” She said coolly. I liked that.
Minutes later we each had a sandwich, we were heading back to school and we were laughing. BonBon looked to be enjoying herself. That made me happy.
~
“MY TURN!” BonBon suddenly yelled. Then she blushed because everyone was staring at her. “It’s, um, the best part.”
I leaned back, getting comfortable. “Go ahead Bonnie.” Her nose wrinkled at the sound of that. She began from where I ended.
~
I was enjoying myself immensely. My attraction to Lyra was stronger than ever. I knew something for sure now. I was lesbian. “Um Lyra?” I asked.
“Ya.” She said looking me in the eyes. That kinda freaked me.
“C-can I do something crazy.”
“Uh...”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I willed my head to go forward, I forced my lips to pucker and I placed my lips on hers. I had no idea how to kiss, but it seemed as if she did. Her eyes were closed. Mine were open. I tried to follow what she did. It seemed as if she were lingering on a closed mouth kiss. I closed my eyes and just let it happen.
~
“And from then on we were soul mates.” She finished.
Luna and Grapes applauded.
“Bravo! Bravo!” Luna cried. “Truly a love story worth telling my sister!”
BonBons mouth dropped and she fainted.
“She’ll be fine.” I said.
Grapes looked at her watch. “Welp. Time to open up. You guys can go party.” She stood up and went to open the doors.
BonBon got up, blushing.
I stood up. “May I have this dance?” I said, holding out a hoof.
She smiled and we walked off to the dance floor as ponies started piling in.
Author's Note
Wow. Love.
The All Important TeaBy Polar Muffins
I walked into the kitchen completely tired. I had stayed up almost all night having sex with Lyra.
Boy, was she good.
I started boiling some water.
I reached for a mug with my cutie mark on it and set it down on the counter.
I stretched my back legs one at a time, why was she always so rough with them?
I listened to the ever calming humming of the boiling water, while I chose a teabag to use.
Chai?
No.
Nana?
Nah.
Jasmine?
Maybe tomorrow.
That narrowed it down to the last two.
English Breakfast and Earl Grey.
Now, English Breakfast is just regular tea, and Earl Grey is the same just with another spice added.
But was I feeling regular or was I feeling a little more than regular.
Hm. That is a toughy.
I rolled my shoulders, and sighed.
When was I going to be on the top? She’s a bit too heavy, and my frame can’t exactly hold her.
I thought long and hard.
Earl Grey?
English Breakfast?
The boiler made a popping sound signaling that the water had boiled.
I walked over to it and picked it up with my hooves and carried it over to the mug.
Once I reached the mug, I poured the water into the mug.
I then walked back and placed the boiler back on the electricity place.
Lyra walked in, yawning, heading towards the fridge.
“Hey, can you get the milk?” I asked.
“Yea. Sure.” She answered while yawning a bit.
She opened the fridge took out the milk and yogurt with her magic.
Sometimes I envied her.
She passed me the milk.
And I took it from her magic with my hoof and poured the milk.
I set the carton down.
“Hey, Lyra?” I said.
“Hm?”
“Which should I drink, the English Breakfast, or the Earl Grey?”
“Oh, um, definitely the Nana.”
“But, that’s not an option.” I faced her.
“But, I love the Nana tea!”
I turned around, and chuckled to myself a bit.
Lyra was totally the wrong person to ask. She doesn’t understand tea like I do. You have to feel the tea that you want to drink. She just always drinks the Nana.
I hadth better to choose quickly or my tea wouldst naught be warm soon.
Wait.
Was I thinking in Shakespearean?
Ugh. Stupid Romeo and Juliet.
I must’ve picked up the language.
Back to tea.
Hm.
Well, that last thought should’ve made up my mind.
English Breakfast it tis.
I took out the English Breakfast tea bag and put it in my steaming hot tea.
I took a spoon and put it in the sugar bowl.
I took the spoon out of the bowl and put in in the mug.
I stirred then stopped.
I placed my head above the tea, letting the steam rise to my face and envelop my face completely. The moistness felt wonderful and rejuvenating against my face.
Much better than a sauna any day.
I lifted my face.
I gently took the cup with my hooves and carried it to the kitchen table.
I sat down on the comfy dark blue and pink ombre style, cushion.
Oh, I love that cushion.
I lifted up the glorious steaming hot tea.
But, of course, Lyra thumps down onto her white and mint green striped cushion and the vibration causes the floor to vibrate, which causes the tiles on the kitchen floor to vibrate, which causes the table to vibrate, which ends up spilling that glorious steaming hot tea all over me.
Did I mention it was steaming hot?
“OW!”
“BonBon, are you okay?”
“You. Spilled. My. TEA!!!!!”
I jumped up. Steam coming out of my nostrils. Eyes burning with anger. I was ready to pounce on her, and not in the playful way.
I pounced.
She jumped up in surprise.
I tackled her to the ground.
Because I’m an Earth Pony, I was much stronger than her.
But, she enveloped her magic around me, and held me in the air.
I stopped flailing in the air, and watched as she started boiling the water.
I calmed down a bit hearing the soothing humming of the boiling water.
She took my mug from the table, and cleaned up the spill with a paper towel.
She threw away the paper towel and placed the mug on the counter, just as the water stopped boiling.
She poured in the hot water, took the milk, poured that in too, took the English Breakfast tea bag I had used before, and placed it in the mug.
She then took a clean spoon, and put it in the sugar.
She took out the sugar with the spoon, placed it in the mug, and stirred repeatedly.
She then lifted me over the mug, so I could feel the steam on my face again.
That officially calmed me down,
and made me realize something.
She then took me and the mug, to the table.
Sitting me down on the comfortable pillow and the mug on the table.
I’m glad she plays the Lyre, or her magic probably wouldn’t have been strong enough to carry me and the mug.
She then let me go, carried her pillow over to me, sat it down next to me, and sat down herself.
She took out her speakers and iPod touch, she had gotten from Vinyl Scratch two years ago, and set it to my favorite song, sung by the Kingston Trio. Zombie Jamboree.
Way now,
And as that played, I took a sip of my tea, and I said out loud what I realized.
“I have the best, most understanding, better than anything in the world, Girlfriend. Now what do you say to that, Lyra Heartstrings?”
“Oh, nothing.” She replied. “Just that I couldn’t have said it better than you, to you.”
She wrapped her arm around me and squeezed.
I shooed her arm away, saying I had hot tea and I didn’t want it to spill.
She laughed and removed her arm.
I pecked her on the cheek.
I do have the best Girlfriend, ever.
Author's Note
I loved writing this chapter!
