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// That's Pinkie 
// Story: Lyra's gift and Bon-Bon's curse. 
// by Fillyfooler 
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That's Pinkie
By Fillyfooler
Characters and places in this story belong to Hasbro and its respective parties.


Lyra woke with a start. There had been a dream, it had been terrifying. Her screaming, Bon-Bon crying and blood, lots of blood, everywhere. Lyra shrived as she rose from hardwood floor, feeling and hearing her back pop and crack from laying on the hardwood floor. 'But everything's going to be alright, it has to be, it can't ever be not right. Not ever again.' Lyra thought to herself, thinking as she looked down at Bon-Bon. 'She's so beautiful, how in Equestria did I get to be with her?'.

It was Lyra's smiling face that Bon-Bon awoke.
“Hello honey” Bon-Bon chirped from the floor, 
“Hey darling, need some help?” Lyra smiled while extending a hoof
“Ahh always the gentlemare, so did the spell work?” Bon-Bon asked in anticipation as she found herself standing.
“I think so, all the items have disappeared and theres a ring of charred floor, so yeah I'd say it worked.”
“Yes, Yes, Yes....” Bon-Bon said as she started to hop in a small circle, before turning into Lyra and tackling her to the ground. As she held down Lyra, she looked deep into her eyes before bring her muzzle down to kiss.
Their kiss was slow and deep, a kiss of old flames still alive and wishing to prove it. It was true, the spell had worked. 'How could it not have' Lyra thought as she continued to kiss her wife, each kiss going lower and lower down her beloved's body.


-Some Time Later-

“Ahh, this is the life,” Lyra sighed while spreading out on the floor she shared with Bon-Bon.
“Yes, yes it is,” Bon-Bon said fondly while looking down at her belly as if she could already see the bump that would come to be. “I wonder, will it be a filly or a colt?”
“Well as far as all the other examples of this spell working show, it’s always a filly. But maybe we'll be the exception,” Lyra explained to her wife.
“Oh I do wish it's a filly,” Bon-Bon stated with a certain shine to her eyes. 
“Why? Can you imagine what sort of teasing she would get at school. I'm hoping for a colt, a little ruff and tumble boy I can shoot the breeze with.”
“Always the tomcolt, eh Lyra?” Bon-Bon replied to Lyra's wistful dreaming.
“You know it, filly-doll,” Lyra jokingly said.
“Hey! I thought we agreed to not use that name?” A look of irritation coming to Bon-bon face at Lyra's use of language.
“Aww, you know I didn't mean it. Bonnie?”
“I know, I know but it just annoys me.”
“Ok, ok. But you know I love you, right?” Lyra asked her wife, turning on her best puppy dog look.
“Yeah, and soon there’s going to be so much more of me to love. I hope you can hoof it,” Bon-Bon suggestively finished.
“Oh, I think I may be able to hoof it better than ever before, my dear Bonnie,” Lyra boasted while slowly moving closer to her wife's place.
“Oh really, I might have to see this for my self,” Bon-Bon finished as Lyra started to kissed her neck.


-Some Time Later Again-

“Ahh,” Lyra sighed, the past half hour being more than content.
“That was wonderful.”
“I know bonnie, I know. I was there,” Lyra said, snuggling closer to her partner. She looked around the room, it was a total wreck, she smiled. Sex with Bon-Bon was fantastic, and because of the need to bottle up their lust the last month it had been so much more intense.

Lyra moved closer to Bon-Bon, planted a kiss, and started to get up. “Come on lover, I need something to eat and I think you do, too”. As if to answer, Bonnie's stomach growled loudly. “Yep you definitely need something to eat,” Lyra laughed to herself as she got up and proceeded to help her wife up.

“Ohh, we could go to that new place near sugarcube corner,” Bon-Bon suggested as Lyra helped her up.
“Isn't that really expensive?” the green unicorn asked, a shadow crossing her face as her wife stood up.
“Yeah, but I thought what with today and the spell, maybe we could splurge?” asked Bon-Bon, a hopeful look crossing her pale yellow face.
“Of course, anything for my little mellow puff.”
“Hey! That mrs mellow puff to you, miss hand complex,” Bon-Bon stated, holding her self higher.
“Aye!...” Lyra said while her face started to blush like a filly caught with her hoof in the cookie jar. “I thought we weren't going to bring that up again, and it's not like you can talk. Miss changers-voices-whenever-it-suits-her”
“Oh, getting a bit snarky aren't we?” the accused replied taking false insult to her voice acting skills
“Of course...” Lyra seductively said “Thats the whole point” she continued as she begun nuzzling into her partners coat.

“Ahh you always know how to charm a mare off her hooves don't you?”
“Only you, my sweet” Lyra replied with a bow.
“Come on, we don't want to get there and it's shut”
“Very well my dear, lead the way”
“Don't mind if I do” Bon-bon said as she got the purse with most of their money in it and proceeded with Lyra out the door, into the crisp twilight.

“Wow...” Bon-bon exclaimed, “We sure took our sweet time, didn't we?”
“Hey don't look at me, it's not my fault you can't give good hoof work.”
Bonnie turned bright red, looking around for any passing ears that might have overheard Lyra's comment “Lyra, not outside!”
“Why? Don't want the town to know you only really know how to use that wonderful tongue of yours?” Lyra suggested jokingly as they started to walk down the street.
“Like you can talk, Ly Ly. What was it you kept asking me? 'Am I doing it right? It doesn't taste right, when you get this freckle?'” Bon-bon quoted, falling into the feel of things.
“Oh Bonnie, I don't think I can be seen with you anymore if you start talking like that,” Lyra said while mockingly hiding her face with her hooves.
Bon-bon started to laugh, Lyra joined in, and soon both were walking down the street laughing.
Soon a higher pitched girl laugh joined in.

“Hey, what are we laughing about?” Pinkie Pie asked as she continued to giggle.
“Oh not much, Pinkie; what are you doing here?” Lyra asked as she wondered how they hadn't noticed her joining them.
“Well, my left back leg twitched while my tail swayed when I was preparing the muffins for tomorrow, which means a new momma is walking down the street,” Pinkie explained a look of excitement coming to her always cheerful features.
“Why thank you Pinkie, that would be me,” Bon-bon stated, beginning to rub her belly.
“No, it's not you Bon-bon, but the foal is yours. Which would mean that the authoress, authorlady, lady author... has put a plot point into this story, finally. It took you long enough!” Pinkie screamed at the sky, shaking her hoof. Lyra and Bon-bon both gave each other a look which could be described as a look between 'That's Pinkie' and 'She will destroy us all'.
“Pinkie what in the world is wrong?” Lyra asked, Pinkie was being more Pinkie than ever before, she was worried.

“Absolutely nothing is wrong Lyra, in fact something is very right. Because you’re pregnant! And you know what that means? It's time for a baby party!” Pinkie screamed, throwing confetti and streamers at both of the startled ponies.