Life was good. Up until this point, it was not bad, one could say it was decent or okay, but not anymore. Good was a proper word to use nowadays. Sure, Lyra Heartstrings was still struggling with her musical career, but this was more a matter of time than anything else. Not much has changed. Ponyville was still a sweet place to live in, her friends were still busy with their lives and only rarely ever visiting and dinners were equally as tasty as always, courtesy of her longtime friend, roommate and since yesterday, fillyfriend. Rarely were her plates anything but empty after a meal. Even if Bon Bon made too much for one mare to handle, Lyra couldn't just let the tasty delicacies to go to waste. After all, mules in southern provinces were struggling and hungry or whatever her mother told her to convince Lyra Heartstrings, age 4, to eat her alfa-alfa. To this day she couldn't figure out what she meant and why it worked so well.
But today something was different.
"Ugh, I think I'm gonna blow!" Lyra smilingly suffered at her seat, sitting on her rear with her belly up-front being massaged by her hooves. In the middle of cleaning the table, Bon Bon shook her head looking at her.
"I take it you liked it?"
"Best. Meal. Ever!"
"That's what you say every time I cook."
"That's what I mean every time you cook." she ended the comment with a playful wink. This conversation would have ended here and now, but today Bon Bon's face was covered in a slight blush instead. She walked towards Lyra and leaned over her, gently kissing her in lips.
"Thanks sweetie," she quickly added, leaving with a tray of plates "but it's still your turn to wash the dishes."
Lyra just nodded, way too busy melting in her seat. This was the new part of her life, the one she was very much looking forward to getting used to. Best of all, it wasn't the kiss that made her feel fuzzy, but the memories of yesterday and what followed after they came back home. Good times. She was so much into her fantasies that she didn't hear the doorbell ringing. Bon Bon looked at Lyra and wanted to groan, but her fillyfriend looked too adorable to be angry at.
"Ok, I'll get it!"
Lyra was deep in the memory/dream lane, when she was woken up by Bon Bon calling.
"Lyra, it's somepony for you."
"What the huh?" Lyra instantly got up and looked around her, before shaking her head and heading towards the door.
What greeted her, was somepony alien to her, yet at the same time oddly familiar but she couldn't put her hooves on it.
"Are you Lyra Heartstrings?" asked the gray coated mare with long, straight gray-ish violet mane. She was dressed in a plain, simple dull blue dress. Her face expressed nothing at all, making Lyra feel a little uneasy.
"Umm... yes, I guess? Can I help you?"
The mare didn't answer immediately, but reached out to her pocket and pulled out something familiar.
"DARWIN!" Lyra grabbed the stone on a necklace with her magic and pulled him towards her face "Ohmygosh, I totally forgot about you! I'm so sorry, I was drunk and a lot has happened and... and..." she instantly covered herself in sweat and slowly rose her head to the mare. Her expression didn't change a little bit. She blinked. Lyra blinked too. She always had a hard time figuring out what ponies were thinking, but this was beyond ridiculous "Umm, you see, this is a... well, it was all the rage in Manehattan back in the day, and... and..."
The mare still didn't change her expression, but walked a few steps forward and pierced her with a glare.
"Never leave a friend behind." she said, coldly, but with a powerful, confident tone. Lyra didn't answer, only gulped and nodded. Without saying anything else, the mare then turned and walked away.
"Who was that? asked Bon Bon, joining Lyra once she finally came back to her sense and closed the door. Before Lyra could answer, Bon Bon perked up when she noticed something "Oh hey, Darwin's back! I wondered where you put him."
Lyra looked at the rock before her. She didn't need a friend anymore, she had what she always wanted and no stone was going to dictate her life ever again. Then again, this house had enough space for one more, so she just shrugged and put him on the table.
"By the way Lyra, he's not sleeping in OUR bedroom."
"What? Why?"
"Figure it out."
Lyra raised an eyebrow. Why was Bon Bon opposed to letting her friend stay in the same bedroom they had? Bon Bon was never opposed to him, even before they hooked up for good. Why wouldn't she let him sleep... in the... same... place...
Lyra's cheeks became redder and she grew a wide smile.
"I love you, Bonnie"
"Love you too, sweetheart."
"..."
"Not now, Darwin."