It all began one night, I was going on a little stroll through the town with my marefriend, BonBon. The night was so beautiful, not too hot, nor too cold. The stars twinkled, their visibility fleeting as they lit up that ebon sky. We decided to bring our cart with us, since I just got my bonus from work and wanted to spiff up our little place, right? Well, that night our lives changed. Out of nowhere, a cart came barreling down the road, so quick that it was just a blur, and it collided on Bonbon’s side of the cart….
I woke up in the hospital the next day, sight blurred and my ears ringing as I was still recovering from the impact. I nearly fell out of the bed as I stumbled frantically, in my confusion I thought I was still at the scene of the accident, looking for BonBon. I ended up with a minor concussion, BonBon wasn’t so lucky… She died instantly, they said, her funeral was next Friday they said… Why couldn’t have been me who died in that crash? Why her? I thought I could right this…
The funeral wasn’t particularly fancy, as BonBon came from a lower-middle class family, and I chipped in all I could to make sure she got only the best, just as she deserved. I looked over her body, the colour of life faded from her cheeks, her eyes closed and face set in an expression of serenity. No… I need you Bon, I need you so badly… AND YOU LEFT ME!!! I ended up getting dragged out from the ceremony, having broken down crying and generally making a scene, though understandable. It WAS technically against the “Proper Etiquette” but at that point, I didn’t give a single buck. I had nothing left…
I made my way back to my cottage, carrying several containers of hard cider with me. I tried to drown the pain, but that didn’t do anything… It made it worse. It did, however, give me an idea for getting BonBon back. That same night, I decided I’d bring her back. I made my way out to the graveyard, the night no longer beautiful to me, but full of grief and despair, an asphyxiating layer of anxiety enveloped me as I levitated the shovel alongside me. I soon come upon my love’s grave, the soil still fresh and moist, and I start to dig. As I reach her casket, I swing madly at it with the tool, each swing carrying my indignancy, my utter hatred of how it’s keeping my love from me. I eventually breach it and split the cover open, and upon sighting my love, I levitate her out of there before pressing a kiss softly against her lips. Oh, those lips… Once so warm and gentle, now stripped of all life and warmth, a mere shell of what they used to be.
I pull into my driveway, and making sure nopony is watching, I sneak her into ou- I mean MY cottage. I set her down on the table, tying her legs up so that she is spread-eagled. I gaze over that body of hers, her coat Manila, but since death some livor mortis set in, and her right side is tinged with that vile dark-violet of death and decay. I slowly snip the stitches holding her eyelids shut, just so I may get another look at those gorgeous orbs of hers. Oh how they used to sparkle, just light up in glee when I played my compositions for her, how I miss that. All I see now are clouded over spheres, reminding me of that sick joke called life. I pluck those eyes out of their sockets, a revolting squelch emanating from those pits as their muscles which once held them tore out, the optic nerves hanging limply from the backs of those spheres. I place them into a jar of formaldehyde, so I can always look back upon them. I levitated the glass eyes I had prepared, a perfect facsimile of the originals, their cerulean irises practically glowing with life.
I soon realized what I needed to do as I took my sharpest blade, pierced her tender skin on each side of her chest, just under her shoulders, as I proceeded to make a Y-Incision to expose her sternum and ribcage. I gently flayed the skin from the sinew and bone, exposing her ribcage. I took a chisel and hammer, and with a fierce yet controlled strike, split that bone in half. I splayed her bosom open, exposing her organs. I methodically cut them out, one organ at a time, throwing them in the trash as I went along. I eventually dried out the cavity and filled it up with some nice linen. I tried to make her look as full of life as I possibly could….
I grabbed my needle and thread, and using my hooves to pin those flaps of skin together, sewed them together as neatly as I possibly could. I worked my way up from her belly, ending near her shoulders, and that’s when I saw…. I looked into those eyes of hers, set just the way I wanted them to be, and a spark ignited itself within me. I leaned into her, my lips pressing once more against hers, my tongue pressing into that cold flesh of hers, spreading her lips and entering that maw. That once sweet maw, ever so inviting to my probing tongue, now tastes of rot and decay, but I didn’t care. This was MY BonBon, and I loved her, nothing could take her away from me. I fell back into that little instinctual pattern as my hoof traced down her belly and thigh, doing unto her what we did in the privacy of our room…
Mmm, how I wish I could have heard her moan, feel the heat of her body against me once more. I’d pin her down as she squirmed against me, she’d just “beg” me to let her up, but she really liked it when I dominated her. I climbed on top of her body, not needing to pin her down as she was already spread-eagled, and I emulated our favorite little roleplay… Ponies thought I was crazy, but this Is MY BonBon, and we’ll be together… forever.
I snapped out of that little daydream of mine and finished wiping the blood off of her chest as I prepared to insert two needles, one into her jugular vein to drain her blood, and another into her carotid artery to fill her with the embalming fluid. I ran the drainage tube to my sink, assisted with a pump it began to suck out the coagulated chunks of her blood, slowly coating the bottom of my sink with its grotesque forms. I sighed heavily as I walked over to her, and I noticed she was starting to bloat, the embalming fluid plumping her out. I find my trocar and jam it into her side, piercing into her bodily cavity, allowing all the fluid to drain out somewhat violently. As the stream slowed, I removed the device and stitched the hole shut. I walked over to the counter and picked up her heart, so fragile, lit softly by the burning candle as I sighed and set it down. I picked up my love and carried her to my bed, where I laid my head against her chest, nestling into her fur as my body heat slowly warmed her back up.
I woke up the next morning having lost the will to live. My friends, my family, I am sorry to do this to you, but there’s nothing left for me here. I’m losing my home, I can’t eat anymore, I just can’t take this anymore. To whoever finds this note, I am finally happy. I’m reunited with my love, forever.
Sincerely,
Lyra Heartstrings
Author's Note
This was a fun little story, inspired by a song I was listening to. If any of you guys are metalheads,
