Lyca Origin

A few weeks after Miss Pie moved in, I recieved a rare oppportunity. One I am honored to say would never have come to pass without the bubbly pony in question...

Regret.

Shame.

And a pounding headache.

Once again I woke up with a powerful hangover. It seemed like I was trying to escape...I'm not sure what exactly, but something-by getting piss drunk and sleeping over in the spare room of one Miss Vinyl Scratch's apartment. But then again, I realize now that I was avoiding something, or rather, someone.

"All I'm saying is that I don't see why you have to let her stay here," a posh female voice whispered rather loudly through the door. The scent of barley and sweet-grass accompanied the speaker. Her counter-part paced in the hallway, her own scent that of autumn.

"Octy, you and me both know there's a reason she hasn't been going back to her dorm at the orphanage, and I'm not about to let her just wander around all night, hooking up with any stallion or colt she can get a hold of," the familiar tomcoltish voice argued back. "Besides, she hasn't done anything wrong while she's been here...except for now."

Confusion.

I slowly opened my right eye. The other was swelled shut and most likely a silvery shade of black. Looking around the room, I could see nothing wrong. not a single item was broken or stained. 'She must be talking about a fight. Why else would I have a black eye..? Nothing seems out of the norm-crap.'

A pink hoof wrapped around me, and the fuzzy, unmistakable scent of Miss Pie invaded my nostrils. 'Oh no no no no no!' As my mind continued to scream at me, I gently pulled myself away from the filly wrapped around me. With a light flutter of my sore wings, i made my way silently towards the door, pressing my ear against it to listen.

"She broke Prince Blueblood's leg! Now all of Equestria will hate me for bringing her in the first place!" the high class mare half-yelled. "Plus, she's in there cuddled up to a child! She's nearly seventeen, and that little ball of pink fur is what, twelve?!"

"Baby, quiet down or you'll wake her up," the oddly sourced voice of reason sighed, trying to mollify her roommate. "Besides, Lyca said Pinkie was fifteen. that's not very young. And, hey. She was twelve when we met her, and we both know how she got past the bouncer..."

Pushing open the door, I dropped my head in shame. I walked up to the two mares, hoofed the ground while ignoring the pain permeating my whole body, and sighed. "Look, I'm really sorry for...whatever I did, and I promise not to come back here anymore. I'll leave the both of you alone, and pretend like i don't know you. But please, before I bring Miss Pie back to her dormitory, I didn't have sex with her, did I?" I asked, groaning as I looked back towards the slumbering filly, now hugging a pillow. "And why do I have a black eye, torn muscles in my neck, and not one intact rib?"

"You got into a fight with the prince, then got beat up by the royal guards after you kissed some random purple unicorn and screamed some nonsense about Celestia having a sister on the moon," Octavia growled, glaring at me. "Then, you proceeded to thank me for letting you come, slapped the princess's flank, got thrown out, and beat up again..."

"And no, you didn't buck the kid," Vinyl cut in, stopping Octavia from snapping with a loving look. She started to giggle. "Have to admit, it was pretty funny."

"Thank you for the information, I will see to it that nopony blames you, and farewell, my former companions," I stated formally as i stiffly lifted the poofy pink ball onto my battered form, not inclined in the slightest to heal myself at all. I dragged myself to the front door and carefully opened it, Pinkie hugging me around the neck. Walking away, I took one last look at another ruined friendship.

"Lets give you both a few days to forgive her, then we'll make sure she realizes we don't hate her. 'Kay Octy?" Vinyl sighed, closing the door. the grey earth pony nodded as she lowered her gaze.