In The Bag

You wake up 6 hours later, dizzy and groggy. You slowly rise to your feet and walk to your room to get some “breakfast”. Upon reaching your bedroom, you notice your door is ajar. “no.” you quickly kick it open and check your closet, the door is open and your sweet, precious bag is gone “NO.”, replaced by a note:

Come find me if you want your bag back ;)

     , Lyra <3

“NOOOOOOO!!!” You still have your knife, and upon returning to the living room for your jacket, notice the 8ball from last night is still there. You feel a rage building in your gut, burning your insides and setting your head on fire. You grab the 8ball and take out 1.5 grams for a line. As soon as you’re done sniffing it you feel the anger build up too much and punch a few holes in the wall. You look at your bloody hand and remember how Lyra kept staring at them and complimenting you on them all night, and that it creeped you out but you didn’t say anything. You clench your hand into a fist and look at the map of Ponyville the mayor gave you, finding Lyras’ house, about a 10 minute walk…or stomp.  You hear the birds chirping and want to gut them all, "It's always fucking something” you say bitterly. You slide the last gram of coke into your pocket and feel lightheaded. The rage is coming back as you think of what she could be doing, what if she’s smoking your weed, what if she’s EATING your weed? “WHAT IF SHE FLUSHED IT?” You scream with rage and kick your door open as you stomp outside, in the direction of Lyras’ house.

You’re walking quickly, when Twilight and Applejack try to stop you, you ignore them and Applejack gets in your way. “You can’t just ignore your friends Broseph! Is something wrong?” You stop and start staring her down, clenching your fists, you know she’s your friend but you want to knock her the fuck out. “Uhhh…I’ll just uh, get out of your way then…” She moves and you continue on your way to Lyras’.

When your see the house the anger comes back and you smell weed smoke. Now you’re seeing red, You sprint to her door, swing it open and slam it shut. Once inside you see her quivering with fear in the corner and pick her up by the throat. You dough her in the face and stomach a few times and slam her head into the wall, before screaming at her “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY BAG YOU FUCKING CUNT?!” She whimpers and sniffles, through tears she tells you it’s in her basement. You drag her by her mane towards the basement, she’s screaming and crying, pleading for you to stop and apologizing, you throw her down the cement basement stairs and follow. You walk over her and see your bag in the corner, opening it you find that its’ contents have been shuffled through, but everything’s there. You turn back to Lyra and-“OH SHIT.” She’s got at least 5 broken ribs, 3 broken legs, one of which has bone protruding from the skin, teeth and blood splatters littering the staircase. As you step closer to her you turn her over and gasp. Her head was caved in at the temple, blood and bits of gray matter leaking out of the horrendous newly formed hole in her head. “Yeaaaahhhh…she’s probably dead.” You say to yourself. After a minute or so of pacing and panicking about what to do you see a large centipede crawling on the wall of her basement. “Ewww kill it with fire…..fire….FIRE! I’VE GOT IT!”

You take her body and drag it to the center of the bathroom, taking out the hairdryer and plugging it in, you soak her body in alcohol from the medicine cabinet and pile paper towels around her. You spray the flammable liquid all over the house and throw your bag out the open back window, before lighting and dropping a piece of paper, which sets the once living Unicorns’ once cozy home ablaze. You dive out the window, grab your bag and sprint through the woods towards your home. After checking for anypony around, you sneak to your own door and get back inside, take the note she left, burn it and place your bag back in your closet.

You sit on your bed and lie back, taking the situation in. You hear sirens and smile; your ruse must be working so far. You light a cigarette and try to think of any loose ends there might be, deciding that if Twilight and Applejack think anything you can say you were going for a walk and were pissed off because everypony at the party the previous night left your house trashed. “This just might work out.” You smile and say to yourself. You decide to go to sleep as there’s nothing you can do now. You also decide to slow down on the drugs for a few days so you don’t let anything slip to point to your guilt.

You awaken only 30 minutes later to a knocking at your door. You quickly mentally prepare and convince yourself you have no idea what it could be about.  You answer the door, it’s RD and Rarity. “Hey guys, what’s up?” you ask, acting perfectly calm, “I got some bad news…there was a fire…” RD says, “oh my god, where?” you ask, seemingly concerned “Lyras’ house…..” she replies. “Oh fuck, she wasn’t home was she?” “She was…” “Is she oka-“ “She’s gone, buddy, she was drying her mane and the sink was on….it started a fire…” You force yourself to choke up and produce a tear. “no….no… no she’s gotta be fine, she’s not gone..” You say through your false tears. “I’m so sorry, Broseph…. There was nothing the doctors could do” She hugs you and you see Rarity staring you down, you give her a very sad look and seem sad but calm on the outside. “The funeral’s the day after tomorrow…. We hope you can come.” “Of course I can come…I wouldn’t miss it for the world...poor sweet Lyra.” Now Rarity is staring daggers at you, grinding her teeth. “She fucking KNOWS.” You think to yourself, still maintaining a depressive stature. They say their goodbyes, Rarity glaring at you one last time before turning and leaving. You still have tears in your eyes and slowly close the door. A huge grin comes over you and you can’t help but giggle a little.

A few hours later you go outside for a walk and see that everypony around is gloomy and depressed looking. Knowing that you caused so much pain, you try not to smile. Thinking to yourself “I took a life” with glee. Somewhere inside you accept that eventually, you’re GOING to do this again. It’s just too much fun. You see the mane 6 standing together and wave to them, when Pinkie Pie calls you over. You oblige and walk over. Rarity is still glaring at you but the others don’t seem to notice. “Hey, how’re you guys holding up?” you ask. They all say something along the lines of fine, but they just can’t believe it happened. Raritys’ eyes go wide at their response and she says quite loudly. “Oh well I can really believe it. Can’t you, BROSEPH. Yup, there’s no way in hell she doesn’t know. You respond with “No I can’t…I just met her yesterday but... it really hurts knowing I won’t be able to see her again.” You force out a tear. The other five look at Rarity with disgust and you with empathy, they hug you and say they’ll see you later. They do not say goodbye to Rarity. Rarity is turning red and about to explode with anger. You say “Why are you looking at me like that?” “YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I’M LOOKING AT YOU LIKE THAT!” “What did I do, was it something at the party last night?” She stomps her hoof, grunts and tells you to go inside carousel boutique to talk.

Once inside she locks the door and closes the curtains. She sighs, and looks at you, you return her look with one of sadness. “I thought we were friends Rarity, why don’t you like me?” She stays silent for a moment and then stutters “...I-I-I’m so sorry, Broseph… I-I don’t know what got into me. You don’t deserve this treatment. I’m so pathetic!” She starts crying and you hold back the urge to laugh. SHE’S FALLING FOR IT! You pull her to you, hug her and tell her she’s not pathetic and it’s okay. She says “No, it’s not okay, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.... But I can think of something that will help make it up to you…” She gives you a suggestive wink and licks her lips. You nod and she grabs your hand and takes you into the back room.

You sit down and she closes the door and locks it, turning around “I’ve been so cold to you, darling. I think you could use some warmth.” She pulls your pants down with her teeth and starts rubbing your dick with her hoof. You smile and think of how cruel what you’re about to do will be. She licks you from base to tip before taking just the head into her mouth and sliding her tongue around the sides. You start running your fingers through her mane as she takes your entire member into her mouth, moaning, causing vibrations that feel amazing. You haven’t had any “alone time” since your arrival in the Everfree forest and so a few moments later you warn her “Rarity… I’m going to-“ She puts a hoof to your lips and continues sucking, drinking down every drop and licking you clean.

She smiles up at you and you pull your pants up, smiling back. You pull her up into your lap and hold her, asking why she was so upset at you before. “Please don’t hate me for jumping to conclusions, Broseph, but…well, the night of the party, Lyra told me she was going to take your bag and leave a note so you two could have an excuse to hang out, she said she was sure you’d think it was cute. I…I guess I thought you might have had something to do with the fire. I’m so sorry darling.” “It’s okay Rarity, I understand why you would think that, you were looking for someone to blame for Lyras’ death… that’s why you were the only one glaring at me and the others were rude to you, right?” “yes, darling… she made me promise not to tell anypony else…”

You move out of the chair so she’s the only one sitting and smile at her. She looks at you quizzically, until you start chuckling. Her eyes go wide and tears form. “No…..no….you didn’t….please tell me you didn’t…please…” You tell her she should have trusted her gut. “no….you….you’re evil…..oh Celestia no….I can’t believe I just did that….you FUCKING MONSTER!” She’s screaming at you through tears and hitting herself in the head. “How could I be so stupid!... you won’t get away with this, you monster!” “I already have” you snicker. “Enjoy digesting my cum, bitch.” You leave to the sweet tune of her screams and sobs, while laughing wholeheartedly. Today was a good day.

The Funeral should be fun too.