“Did you expect it to end like that?” Lyra said, cuddling next to Bonbon in their queen sized bed.
“Kinda,” she responded. “it was an ending anypony could’ve predicted.”
“It was just the first chapter. Maybe he has something else in store?” Lyra asked as she rubbed a hoof on Bonbons belly.
“Like what?” She reached forward and pulled the covers up to their muzzles.
“I don’t know,” Lyra moved her hoof south from Bonbons very rubbed belly. “but maybe we could do something until we find out.” She said seducingly.
“I like where this is going.” Bonbon shifted under the covers and pulled Lyra in for a- wait a minute. This story is about Berry Punch, not your ponies’ sex life.
The covers were thrown off the bed and Lyras hoof skyrocketed into Bonbons muzzle.
“I didn’t mean that I swear!” Lyra said. “I mean, it wasn’t me!”
“Just once,” Bonbon said to the ceiling, rubbing her muzzle. “why can’t you just let us just once?”
I don’t remember this story being called ‘Spiked Berry let’s ignore the point of the story and do what we want that’s not child appropriate’.
“...”
Thought so.
“Time to get up, I guess.”
They both got up from bed and in a few moments they were halfway into Berry’s house.
“Wait, hold on.” said Lyra with a confused tone.
What’s wrong?” asked Bonbon with a concerned tone.
“When and how did we get here?”
“Beats me. Maybe ‘He’ is using his powers again”
“Oh, right. Don’t you think that maybe we should do something about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m talking about rebelling.” whispered Lyra in hopes that “He” wouldn’t hear her, but I did.
“Thats nonsense. Why would we rebel?” countered Bonbon.
“Well ‘He” is controlling our lives. he won’t even let us do...well...you know.”
Lyra and Bonbon arrive at Berry’s house. Bonbon raises a hoof and knocks thrice on the door.
“Do what?” Bonbon asks.
“You know, do the frick-frack.”
Bonbon blushes and is about to respond before Berry Punch swings the door open.
“Oh, hey girls!” Berry shouted, startling them both.
“Hey Berry.” The couple responded. ‘Ready for your training?’”
“You said Sunday!” Berry groaned.
“It is Sunday.”
Berry turned around to look at her calendar. “Oh, right.”
“Get your stuff, we’re going to Derpy’s house.” Lyra said
“Fine.” Berry reluctantly responded, gathering some items on her counter as well as her bag.
The trio proceeded outside into the wilderness that was Ponyville and down a road passed Twilights library; descriptions, descriptions yada yada -arrived at the doorstep of Derpy Hooves.
Lyra knocked three times before Dinky finally opened the door.
“Lyra!” Dinky said with a wide smile. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages!”
“That’s because nopony has written a story about us lately.”
“Huh?”
“Where’s your mother?” Bonbon asked.
“Oh! Ummm…” Dinky walked back into the house. “Mom!” She shouted.
“Yes, dear?” Derpy yelled back from somewhere inside the house.
“Your friends are here!”
“Tell them I can’t pay them right now, the deal is shot, Soarin lied about the-”
“Not those friends!” Dinky interrupted
In seconds, Derpy was at the front door with her daughter. “How’s it goin’ girls?”
“Did you forget we were coming?” Berry asked.
“No.” Derpy responded. “No I did not.”
She motioned for them to follow her into the house. “Make yourselves at home.”
“Where’s the bathroom, Derpy?” Lyra asked, shutting the door behind them. “I have to go.”
“Actually,” Bonbon began. “where the hell is the rest of your house?!”
“Now that I think about it,” She laughed. “I’m not too sure, where did I even come from?”
The group peered from the house’ entrance into a black undescribed abyss that shrouded anything further than where they were currently standing.
“I’m not sure what to make of this anymore.” Berry said with a sigh. “Can we just go outside?”
“Wait!” Derpy shot her hoof out as swift as a snail, slapping Berry in the process. “Sorry. I have an idea.” She took a deep breath, exhaled and peered into the blackness.
“From the door, a couch sat against a red wall.” To everypony’s astonishment, what Derpy described had appeared like she said.
With a smile as wide as a mile, she continued to describe her home in every bit of detail. “A table in the middle of the expensive, white carpet with a muffin imprinted in the center. The curtains, oh so beautiful, made of the finest fabric to cover the stained glass bearing the queen of all muffins! Me!”
“Uh… Derpy, I think you’re going a little bit overboard.” Lyra said with a laugh.
“And a 75 inch plasma T.V with 3-D features in the front of the room! An archway made of muffins at the entrance to the magnificent entertainment room. Maybe even a dash of a diamond walkway throughout the house.”
Before their eyes appeared Derpy’s exact descriptions as she called them out and even from underneath them the walkway shifted into the diamond path she had described.
“How about a seat fit for a queen and, and, and, my own servant that will do my bidding!”
A stallion with a chiseled moustache appeared out of thin air. “Bonjour, madam Derpy. Address me as Justin Itforthemen and I will fulfill your every need.”
“Your name is what now?” asked Lyra but Derpy’s ongoing spree of materializing objects drowns out her voice.
“How about a golden chalice as well as a magnificent china cabinet for the heads of all who oppose me as their god! Muahahahahaha!”
Wow.
“Derpy!” Berry yelled. “What the hell?! Stop!”
“Mom? Are you okay?” Dinky asked.
Derpy’s laugh was cut short as her daughters voice brought her back into reality. “...umm… yeah. Just having some fun.” She said, taking a seat on her muffin throne. She motioned for her friends to sit on the couch across from her.
“Where do we go from here?” Asked Lyra, taking a seat with her friends and Dinky on the couch.
“Well,” Bonbon began. “before Derpy went all crazy I had planned to discuss several methods we could use to help Berry so let’s do that.”
“What methods, exactly?” Berry asked.
“Well,” Lyra said. “ we thought about having you live with us so we could monitor your intake of alcohol and cut it down little by little until it eventually stopped but that’s a stupid idea that would never work.”
“What have you tried already?” Berry asked...
“Well,” Began Derpy. “there was this one time when we thought you’d eventually stop by yourself so we decided to let you drink all you want.”
“Why didn’t that work?” Berry asked. Sweet Celestia she’s annoying.
“It almost did,” Derpy responded. “but then you tried to sleep with Dinky and I almost kicked your plot to the sun. That was when we realized that it was a big no-no.”
“She said I was fun sized.” Dinky whispered to Lyra.
“You are.” Lyra whispered back with a wink.
“What did you say you Cootie Queen?!” yelled Derpy.
“Nothing.” Lyra quickly responded.
That’s what i thought
“What do you girls have in mind now?” Asked Berry, continuing with her questions that are unimportant to the story.
“Mom?” Dinky raised her hoof. “I think I have an idea.”
“What is it honey?”
“Why don’t we just cover her mouth so she can’t drink?” Dinky said with enthusiasm.
Berry laughed. “That won’t work, silly. I can just uncover my mouth when nopony is around.”
“Nuh uh!” Dinky retaliated, shaking her hoof in Berry’s face. “ Ms. Lyra and Ms. Bonbon have this thing with straps that goes around your whole head and covers your mouth with a little red ball!”
“What the-” Derpy turned toward Bonbon and Lyra, peering directly into the depths of their souls. “What are you showing my daughter? Did she catch you two ‘wrestling’?!” Derpy asked with anger.
“Wrestling?” Bonbon asked, puzzled. “Oh no, Derpy. We were totally fuc-”
“Shut up!” Derpy shouted. “You two had better get back on track or I might ‘wrestle’ you to death!”
She just said that.
“This isn’t going to fix my problem!” Berry shouted, finally becoming somewhat important to the plot and getting up from the couch. “You’re all supposed to be helping me, not arguing about who’s going to wrestle who!”
“She’s right,” Lyra said. “that’s why we brought her here.”
“I’ve got it!” Bonbon shouted, jumping from the couch and clapping her hooves in excitement. “There’s going to be a-”
Logging Off.
“Huh?”
“OH NO! I forgot to postpone the update.” Derpy shouted.
Windows is now Updating. Please do not shut down.
“What the hell is windows?”
Windows Update Complete. Windows Shutting Down.
“Ah motherf-”