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// Pseudometha 
// Story: Judgement 
// by Amit 
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	This adds a bit of colour to Allocatastrophe (and allows me to have a neat chapter count of ten). This is told from Bon-Bon's perspective, and it's a foil to Lyra's unreliable narration. This completely ruins the diabetes mood, so feel free to ignore it if you like sweet nothings.

She's, like, all over me.

Okay, I know I'm doing this for my best friend, but the whole part where she's gone and put her tongue down my throat wasn't part of the plan. So I kinda push her over, and she's under me and she's still sticking to me like that and I'm pretty sure this is worse than that time in college I tried to put wine up my—

“Oh hay yeah!”

I swear I'm gonna break that filly-fooler's neck for roping me into this. At least the voice makes her pull her tongue out of my throat so I can bucking breathe for a second. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but it can't be worth it.

But then I look down at Lyra, and then I know why I'm doing it. Girl couldn't take a rejection to save her life. Always been the bucking big sister. Can't change that just because she suddenly wants to stick her slob down my neck.

She looks at me with that really goofy smile, and I give her this big grin and I'm kind of worried I'm overdoing it.

“I love you, Bon-Bon. No matter what.”

She never did manage to sense moods. I put my muzzle on her neck to try and hide my face for a bit while I try and think of something sappy.

“What’s that thing you always said to your friends, back in college? ‘Se philo’?”

She sticks her muzzle in my mane. I hope she doesn't lick it. Just because I'm a candymaker doesn't mean my hair tastes like candy.

“Kai eraoimin.”

I'm pretty sure that's Greek for 'I want you to stick something up my butt'. It doesn't take long to think of something good to say back.

“Alla eimi.”

I think that's 'Celestia help me'.

Then she looks real deep into my eyes. I'm pretty sure I've seen that look on some stallions.

Oh, Celestia, she wants to do it in the park?

She's all over me, and I really want to push her off, really want to get her off me and tell her that it's fine to be how she is but that doesn't mean we can do that.

But I don't want to hurt the poor filly.

So I lie back and I think of Trottingham.