The Strangers in Ponyville

by PhycoKrusk


In Defense

The medic had already left by the time Bon Bon pushed open the doors to the infirmary and stepped inside, restoring the total occupants once again to six ponies and two changelings. They were spread across the room and giving Lyra — who was presently sitting up in one of the beds to the right of the door — a reasonable amount of space, even Fluttershy — who was likely only doing so on “doctor’s orders” — although none of them were far away. Dash, who had been reclining on another one of the beds near the door, sat up when she entered and asked, “What, are you taking a break?” She tried to look around Bon Bon, head tilted in perplexment. “Where’s Twilight?”

Bon Bon ignored Dash and walked past her, and past everyone else straight to the bed Lyra was in. Without giving Lyra so much as a chance to consider her options, she looped an arm around the changeling’s neck, pulled her close and locked their lips together for several long seconds. When they finally parted, Bon Bon wore a satisfied smile, attention focused on the changeling, while Lyra wore a dopey, spaced-out grin, attention focused on nothing in particular.

The attentions of the rest of the infirmary’s occupants was focused on the pair, and silence accompanied their expressions of surprised observation.

“Sha-zam,” Pinkie Pie finally said.

“That — oh my,” Rarity concurred.

“So, uh,” Dash started, looking around for a moment. “Where’s Twilight?”

“We finished,” Bon Bon said plainly.

Surprised silence fell across the room a second time. “That fast?” asked Applejack after a moment.

“She didn’t have anything to say,” Bon Bon replied just as plainly.

“She didn’t?” Lyra asked. “At all? That doesn’t sound anything like Twilight Sparkle.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” was Bon Bon’s answer.

Lyra was silent for a moment, and then scowled and jabbed Bon Bon in the shoulder to get her attention and look her in the eyes. “What did you do?” she asked sharply.

Bon Bon met her scowl with a neutral expression. “Nothing that I need to defend myself for.” She looked at the other ponies in the room to gauge their reactions — ranging from confused to sad to angry — and said to all of them, “Where’s Driftwood?”