It was saturday in the Lyra/BonBon-recidence. Tootsie was busy with her afternoon nap and her one mother Lyra had just gone out for some "extreme Lyre-playing", whatever the heck that was. Her other mom BonBon was standing in the window, facing the street. At the moment she payed no attention to Tootsies light snoring in the next door room. Instead she had been following her wife with her eyes as she trotted along the path towards the east part of Ponyville and she was still standing there, long after Lyra had disappeared from her view. BonBon was staring at an undefined point in the road, but her mind was far away. She was thinking about her mother, or rather, something her mother had said. BonBon didn't like to think about her mother, and even less what she said, but this... It had touched her deep.
It had happened a few days ago. Her mother, Franzbrötchen had stormed in through the door, demanded something to drink and crowing to BonBon that she had something important to say. BonBon realized that this fate was unevitable and so she kissed her plans for a nice, free evening on her own goodbye. Then she made coffee and brought a bottle of brandy to the table. She even put on a plate with a fresh batch of champagne-flavoured fudge that her mother liked. Then she tried to look friendly and listening. The important thing she had to say… well...
BonBon sighed again. Oh, she could remember every word her mother said...
***
“...Und zhen I got a steady grip on her horn, and forced her down on ze mattress, screaming “I vill make sex to jo so hard, jo vill stay sexed until next month!! Und denn, I penetrated her mit die mighty kaiser! Und…”
“Mutter!” Bonbon pinched her muzzle, “First of all, why are you telling me this? And second, it’s not “Die” kaiser.”
“For me, it is! And I vas not finished! Now…”
BonBon laid her hand on the table, gesturing that she’d had enough. And to her surprise, her mother shut up.
“Mutter… Stop. I don’t want to hear. You and Alsesta have a sexlife. Good for you. Who would have guessed the old vampire even had organs for reproduction, but since you are with her, She must be capable of having sex. So I’ll ask you again, why are you telling me this? And also, ‘sexed’?”
“I actually said ‘fuck’, but I don’t care to be unnecessarily vulgar right now. And I am telling jo zis because I am worried about jo.”
BonBon had been staring at the older earth pony for a second. But Franzbrötchen looked absolutely serious. Then a smile begun to play on BonBon’s lips and after a few seconds she had broken into a hearty laugh. Her mother had frowned at her. “Vat is so funny about zis?”
Ithad taken BonBon a little while to control herself enough to stop laughing. “Mutter… heh…” She had to wipe a tear from her chin, “You haven’t given a shit about me, not even one day since I was born. And now, coming here saying you’re ‘worried’... Yeah, that’s a lie if I ever heard one.”
“Zat is not true! I do care!”
“Oh yeah? Where were you on my fifth birthday?”
“Fifth birthday? Let’s see… Las Pegasus… no zat was ze year before… Brayverly Hills…”
“I think that proves my point. Look, I acknowledge that you are my mother, and that we are related. That’s all. You don’t care about me, and I try to not care about you. And now you are here, saying you are WORRIED? That’s rich.”
“Bonchen, I care about ze stuff zat is important. Birthdays und silly placeholders are not. Vhat I care about is jor life. I vant jo to be happy.”
“Mutter, that is just… Alright, you know what? I’ll pretend that I give a damn about your opinion. Please explain to me why I’m not happy?”
“Jo married zat airheaded green slob und…”
“Mutter. Insult my wife and I WILL throw you out.”
Franzbrötchen had been staring at her with anger, but BonBon had stared back, with a cold wrath. The staring contest had not lasted long, and in the end it was Fransbrötchen that looked away and shook her head.
“...Dummkopf. Alright, I vill not say she is an airheaded, green-furred stupid sloth and I vould definitely not call her a delusional, naive mare-child...
“Mutter…”
“... But even jo have to admit zat she is boring. And I know jo don’t vant boring.”
***
Even now, thinking back to that moment, BonBon felt the anger and surprice as strong as before. Had her mother really called the mare who managed on her own to cover the house in brown paint ‘because of a hen-related incident’ and stood outside her shop with a huge sign “HUMANS! COME OUT OF THE CLOSET!” every Sunday after five boring? And being completely serious?
BonBon shook her head. And yes. She had been serious.
***
“Now, I do not mean in a mundane, everyday manner. No, I mean zat she is boring vere it counts! In ze bedroom!”
It was in that moment BonBon realized that the stove was much more comfortable to look at than her mother. She tried to speak, but all she got out was a low mumble.
“...I don’t think I want to talk with you about these matters… how do you even know…”
Her mother had interrupted her at once. “Oh, mutter knows! Remember Lightning Dust?”
BonBon had frozen. THAT was a name she didn’t want to remember. Her mother had not noticed her reaction, she went on:
“Now ZHERE was a mare zat suited my kleine Bonchen! Such fury, such passion… such…” There had even been a warmth and a hunger in Franzbrötchens voice that rary showed. BonBon had made a face, and she had decided it was time to bring her mother back down to earth.
“Mutter… Light was a reckless fool who put herself and others in danger. She didn’t care about her personal safety, she… she… “
“Pish-posh! Minor details.”
“Are you calling suicidal tendencies MINOR?”
“Eh, I had an affair like zat once. He threatened to kill himself every second Thursday if I didn’t give him a blowjob.”
BonBon had pinched her nose and breathed hard, trying not to scream. “Why do I always forget that NORMAL is not a word in your vernacular…”
“Anyway,” Franzbrötchen had continued without missing a beat, “I distinctly remember hearing ze two of jo on ze nights jo stayed at my place. ‘Are jo going to behave?’ ‘Yes, mistress.’ und SCHMACK! ‘Did I allow jo to speak?’ ‘No mistress.’ SCHMACK!”
BonBons cheeks had grew red and she was more than grateful they were alone.
The older mare had huffed dreamily. “Ah, I vish I could have joined the two of jo…”
“You tried at least two times,” Bonbon had added in a rather grey voice.
“Ja. Zat vas ze only time Lightning Dust disappointed me…”
“I am surprised you didn’t try to steal her from me. It was obvious you liked her.”
“Indeed... she actually had a policy against zat.”
“What?”
“But zat didn’t stop us from having a vonderful evening in…”
“MUTTER!”
“Yes yes… my point is, vhen jo vere mit Lightning Dust…jo smiled.”
BonBon remembered that she had hesitated for a second. “I smile now. I’ve been with Lyra for… is it six years? I have smiled lots of times...”
“Bah. Not as big. And jor cheeks are not as rosy as zey used to be! Just admit it to Mutter, jo enjoyed being her ‘pet’. Jo loved it vhen she vas in complete control! Jo enjoyed all her little perverse ideas. Oh yes, do not try to fool jor mutter. I know.” Zhat vas a time when jo vere really happy, mein kind. Perhaps zat… unicorn...is somezhing special when it comes to her mind, but she is definitely bland in ze bed!”
From that point on, BonBon tuned her mother out.
***
She had hoped that her mothers rambling would be out of her system by now, but it had been the opposite. She had thought about it ever since. Especially that name she had hoped was erased from her memory.
Well, of cource it wasn't. Lightning Dust… BonBon could see her in front of her still. The mint-green fur, that yellow-and-golden-mane and tail, the muscles, that cocky smile... It had happened back in high school. The bold young pegasus mare had flown in like a whirlwind and swooped BonBon off her hooves. Light had experienced a brief affair with the older and more worldly Rainbow Dash, and BonBon became Light’s marefriend rather soon after that. The earth pony had been young and innocent when they met; not so much afterwards. Lightning Dust had shown BonBon all the pleasures that lay beyond vanilla. Bondage, dominance, painplay, powerplay...BonBon had willingly become her happy little subslut, and she had been perfectly content. If she dug deep inside herself, part of that was the reason why she had begun to accept the pegasus’s advances in the first place. She wanted to try, she wanted to be… And Light could make her into...
BonBon bit the inside of her cheeks. She hated, more than anything, to admit that her mother was right about something. But those years with Light...yes. She had been happy. She sighed inwards. She had been very happy... but then things had changed, and fast. Their break-up had been messy and BonBon had sworn off love for eternity after that. And then... something happened.
Lyra Heartstrings, the filly nextdoor,happened. Sure, BonBon had known her a while; who didn’t? Lyra could survive any manner of teasing. She never fretted about any sneering comments; she just smiled and waved and somehow beared it. And after a while, Lyra and BonBon had become friends. And then…the earth pony fell like a chopped tree for the green unicorn. She was everything Light wasn’t. Considerate. Funny. Loving, enough for a whole town… wacky, completely out of her mind, cute, romantic…
...And so damn vanilla she could be put on toast.
But BonBon had accepted it, because she loved every other part of Lyra so much that it wasn’t a dealbreaker. And Lyra WAS good in her limited register. She had magic fingers. And she could write “War and Peace” with her tongue. It was completely satisfying.
For anypony else... except for me.
BonBon didn’t want to be schmuck like her mother. She lived a completely different life, always planned a had and considering the subject of earlier, she had convinced herself that her mother's “weakness”, as she called it, was nothing that she suffered from. She had the sex she wanted, and was happy with it, she told herself.
Yes, she was happy. Right? And yet... Over the years she had tried to drown out her thoughts but they had stayed and now, though her mother's blabbering… they were back, full force. She knew, deep down she knew, how much she was lying to herself. She wanted more, she needed more...she wanted… Oh Celestia, just something!! She wasn’t exactly sure what, but she wanted more! Then, her rational side took command. Not painplay, not again. That had been thrilling in that forbidden way, but she was older and, more important, more comfortable now. She also wasn’t very keen on ageplay. She wanted…she wanted IMAGINATION! That was the only thing Lyra lacked. In bed, that is, BonBon smiled to her self. Oh, Lyra… She could tell the most wonderful stories, leaving BonBon rolling on the floor with laughter, and she could turn housecleaning into a game of war with towel bombs, vacuum cleaning-armadas and napkin grenades. And when she put on that suit… She looked exactly like Haycart Gear in “A Royal Guard and a Gentlestallion”...and with a rose in her mouth… BonBon melted, every bloody time.
It was true. She loved her wacky unicorn wife with all her heart and she would fight to the death and beyond to keep her. She was perfect.
But in bed… She was happy with licking BonBon and having Bonbon suck her horn. Every time.
Every DAMN time...
Of course, the earth pony could suggest a few things, but...
She had zoned out the day before as well, and when she came back to reality, her mother was gone. She also had stolen the brandy and the fudge. BonBon frowned when she thought about the expensive candy. One day I will spike it with laxatives. She turned away from the window and went for the kitchen. She wanted something sweet to cheer her up. The thought of Light affected her like a bad batch of brownies. Of course Mutter would never understand why she preffered Lyra. Because Mutter didn’t know the biggest deal breaker with Light. BonBon had taken her mood swings, she had accepted the recklessness. And then, the breakdown had come. One day, she found out that Lightning Dust was not really what she said she was. Under the brash surface there was a broken pony. Insecure, afraid, unstable…BonBon was shocked to discover that Light loathed being known as the daredevil. She hated that she had to be rough and confident all the time and...she never really enjoyed sex. The pegasus had always felt hard-pressed to come up with new things constantly, and BonBon was the biggest cause of her stress because the earth pony always wanted MORE. Light had stated that BonBon was demanding and impossible to please. The pegasus wasn’t even a real dom. She had pretended because it fit her hard image and because she wanted to have one up on Rainbow.
She didn’t even really love her.
The failed relationship with Lightning Dust had left a deep wound in BonBon. So deep that it still influenced their life. Because she had considered asking Lyra to perform… things before. Kinkier things. Wilder things. Lyra wouldn’t mind, she would probably nod and say “Alright, Bonnie!” and wing her way through any kind of kink. But BonBon always stopped herself. Because… What if Lyra said no? What if she thought BonBon was a pervert? Some sick wacko that just wanted to smear jelly on a spatula and jam it up her asshole, singing “WINTER WRAP UP!” Perhaps she would even...
No. No no no no… Lyra would NEVER hurt her physically. She KNEW that. Lyra wouldn’t hurt a fly. Lyra would smile, listen, understand... And still, even though she KNEW this, deep down this little piece of “but what if…” stayed in its place.
BonBon didn’t dare to talk to Lyra. Mutter had suggested more than a few times that BonBon should take a mistress. Yeah, right. Run a business, find the time to be with your wife, your friends and then add a SEPARATE sexlife to the adventure?
Taking several lovers and mistresses was her mothers business, thank you very much. She was nothing like her mother. Nothing.
Not that she couldn't do it, if she wanted to! She could probably get some little mare to share a bed with and Lyra would understand, she always did, it would be simple. Too simple. No, BonBon was not Franzbrötchen. She would never put Lyra in that position, and she didn’t want anypony else but Lyra. She loved her oaf, and there was no place left in her heart for any other mare. One point to BonBon, Nil to Mutter... No, BonBon straightened her back. She had made her choice. She was not Franzbrötchen, she was BonBon! She was happy with what she had! She didn't need anything fancy! She didn't need... Oh for the love of sweets... The realisation hit her like a brick, and she sank down in a chair. Automatically she put a piece of toffee in her mouth.
Her mother was wrong. It wasn’t Lyra that was boring. It wasn't Lyra that held her back. She was doing it all to herself. Without help at all. It was she that was boring.
"...sheiße."