Would it matter if you were?
"Lyra, get the door."
Bon Bon nudged a closed fist forward, then reached blindly around before it finally occurred to her that the warm body she had gone to sleep with was gone. Finally mustering the strength to open her eyes, she sat up against the wall to find herself alone in her bed.
Alone with that incessant knocking at the door.
As she worked to quickly throw a bra and shirt on, muttering various expletives under her breath, Bon Bon swiped her phone off the bedside and caught the text at the top of the pile- driving school, back tonight
Leaving Bon Bon to deal with whatever salesman had made the mistake of showing up at her door on a Saturday at...
Bon Bon checked the alarm.
10 AM.
She gave it one more rapping of knocks, rubbing her fists against her forehead and hoping whoever it was would get the message. Evidently, they did not. Bon Bon was finally what could be reasonably rounded up to an estimate of 'dressed', and headed for the door 100% ready to punch a light out. When she opened the door, it occurred to her she would've preferred a salesman.
"Heeeeeey! Bon-Bon, Bon-Bon! Bonathan, Bonnibel, Bonnie! Won't you show me how to live..." Another minute of air guitar and the blue tumor that seemed to have latched onto her doorstep grew a sense of shame, clearing her throat and stopping. "Uh... Is Lyra home?"
"You're Rainbow." The comment was less in recognition and more in despair. It might have also been a comment on her egregious outfitting.
"That's me! Yeah, of course you know me." Dash smugly smiled before wiping it off and trying to remain modest. "Listen dude, I'm not here to brag or anything! I just need some advice from Lyra."
"You're coming to my house and you want advice from Lyra." Bon Bon tilted her chin down and widened her eyes for a better reception.
"You two live together, don't you?"
"Whatever it is, it's unsalvagable."
"Ha!" Dash rubbed the back of her head as she chuckled nervously. "That's funny, but... c'mon, I'm seriously going through a bit of an identity crisis right now. I could use all the help from someone who... you know, understands this kind of stuff."
Bon Bon folded her palms together and set the resulting fist on her lips. She held that pose for several seconds before delicately unfolding.
"You do know... that we are both gay, correct? That's... how this works."
"No, no no!" Dash quickly shook her hands. "No, that's not it at all. It's... something else. I heard that Lyra... Well, you know how gossip spread, but it seemed likely when I heard it... that she's a furry?"
Bon Bon blinked slowly.
"A-And there's nothing wrong with that! It's just, something came up, and I'm starting to worry a bit about myself, and I thought I should run here quickly before I start making the wrong choices, and..."
"Lyra's not a furry." Bon Bon delivered flatly. "It's me. I'm the furry."
Dash pursed her lips, frozen mid gesticulation.
"Oh. I assumed-"
"I know exactly what you assumed. Come inside."
"Here." Bon Bon passed Dash a glass of water as they took their seats, the former on a backwards chair and the latter sprawled out on the comfier couch. Summers were getting hotter, and even an unwanted visitor deserved some modicum of relief.
"Thanks."
"Alright, now what kind of advice are you looking for exactly?" Bon Bon cut to business, dreading the answer.
Dash took a professional straightfaced sip. "So... you know about the whole statue thing, right?"
"Yeah, there's another dimension where we're all horses or something, and occasionally supervillains come over. Horses, right? I thought they were cats at first, just going off the ears and tails."
"No, no, they're horses." Dash shook her head, nervously shrinking back into the couch. "That's just it. Me and my friends have this... thing... when we're performing, or feeling some vague emotions- I haven't really pinned it down, and none of my smart friends have either, which makes me feel a little justified- we, uh, pony up."
"You get braver, you mean?"
"No, like, literally. Pony. Ears and tail, the whole sh-bang. Do you remember the Battle of the Bands?"
"No." Honestly, that whole week was hazy.
"And I like it!" Dash kept going, before steering to correct. "Like, in a normal way. Its cool, it makes me feel more confident."
"God forbid."
At this point it barely seemed the athlete was listening, wrapped in her story to the point of waving her arms around. "But I was talking about it the other day, and saying it out loud... you know, I put on ears and a tail and feel more confident, I realized it kind of sounded like..."
"Yeah, I'm picking up what you're putting down." Bon Bon admitted sympathetically.
"So I'm kind of freaking out here!" Dash clutched her head with wide eyes. "And I've really gotta know, like, how did you know? What gave it away for you, is there a quiz to take or something?"
Bon Bon had a complicated comeback cooked up in seconds. She was good at that. "Yeah, actually, there is. It's called... uh, the Furry Quiz. I took it, Lyra took it, its 100% accurate. Never been wrong." She promised with her whole gut.
"Really? Great!" Dash perked, stopped nibbling her lip and scooched forward on the couch. "Alright, so how does it go?"
"Yeah, I got it memorized." Bon Bon stood, licked her lips, and looked the guest dead in the eye. "Do you personally, want to be a furry?"
Dash waited for more.
Nothing came.
She threw her hands in the air exasperatedly. "That's it? That's cheating."
"It's really not."
"Give me the next question." Dash demanded.
"There is no other question. I lied. I'm sorry." Bon Bon said, not sounding very sorry at all.
"But- But that's cheap!"
"Its a hobby." Bon Bon argued. "Nobody is born a damn trucker, or fisher, or- or bug collector, or something. I joined because I saw these people having fun on the internet and I thought 'hey, that looks fun'. And those people I saw did the same, and those people, dating all the way back to that damn hotel room convention back in the 80s." She shook her head. "The way it seems to me, you don't want this, so just say no and save yourself a crisis."
Dash went back to chewing her lip, mulling the thought over.
"But what if I'm wrong?" She protested.
Bon Bon was far too tired for this. "Alright. You want an actual furry test? I want you out of my house, so we'll compromise." She took the glass from Dash's hands and set it on the chair, then lifted her off the couch. "By God, you're gonna get a furry test, and you're going to do exactly as I say, and at the end I'll give you my honest review, and you'll take it without complaint. Bend down and pucker up, because you brought this on yourself." Bon Bon lightly punched Dash in the arm to drive her point home.
"Are you going to... fuck me?" Dash slowly asked.
"Metaphor. It means nut up and shut up."
"Urgh- Here we go! Some good ol physical exercise to tell me what kind of person I am. I knew raw strength could solve the deeper questions in life." Dash smiled happily, pushing the barbell above her to her arms full length and slowly bringing it down again.
"Thought you might like it." Bon Bon called to her trainee's spot in the Garage from where she stood in the doorway. "Which is why I made it the fuck up." She added under her breath.
"You tallying these points- ugh- or grades, or whatever I'm getting? You seeing me?" She shifted the weight to one hand proudly.
"Yeah, you're doing great, sweetie." Bon Bon sarcastically muttered. A little too good, if her demeanor was anything to go off of. "We should move on to something a little more... intellectually taxing."
"1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!"
Dash flipped her thumb under and over, pinning Bon Bon in a matter of seconds.
"That didn't count."
"Reference images, reference images, reference images! The rule is that furries are easier to draw than humans, but they're still pretty damn hard! You look at pictures of animals, you look at other peoples art. It's gonna give you some pretty hard Imposter Syndrome, but you're gonna soldier through it." Bon Bon barked, patrolling around the living room as Dash hunched over the household computer and whipped her mouse across the screen as fast as she could.
"Heh. Imposter." Dash hesitated to let her hand rest.
"Did I say you could stop drawing?" Bon Bon powerwalked over, nudging Dash's chair over and bending down. "Show me what you've got, and I swear to god if I see hands instead of paws-"
Bon Bon stopped, words catching in her mouth when she saw the pink speckled canine.
"That's... Pretty good."
Dash grinned.
"Can you give her bigger tits?" Bon Bon amended.
Bon Bon dusted off the DVD she held, setting it in the player and standing to hustle back to the couch where Dash waited, legs spread casually. "This is Song of the Sea, 2014, underrated classic. After this we'll loop back to Disney and do Robin Hood, then wrap with Watership Down." Bon Bon explained.
"Gotcha. Hey, is Nintendogs a furry game?"
"Nah. They're just dogs, man."
"Okay. What about FNAF?"
"Uh... I think... I'll get back to you on that."
"Is Twilight-"
"We're missing the movie."
"Here's the most important part- the internet will make fun of you if you listen to music outside your subculture." Bon Bon explained as she dragged mp3 files into the player plugged into the computer. "I'll start you off with some Pepper Coyote, some Ken Ashcorp, and Ween's 1997 hit album The Mollusk."
"Is that furry music?" Dash tilted her head.
"I mean... I like it. And I'm a furry. So yeah, it counts." Bon Bon unplugged the player and pressed it to Dash's shirt. "Give that a listen while you're picking up milk."
"I'm picking up milk?"
Bon Bon handed her a folded 10. "We're running low. Keep the change if they let you. When you get back, I'll show you my Rareware collection."
"Steve Gallaci, most famous for..." Bon Bon rose.
"Urgh... Erma Felna EDF, 1983!" Dash grunted. Bon Bon fell.
"Through...?" Bon Bon tapped the barbell she sat on as it rose again.
"2005!"
"Good year. I was born that year." Bon Bon commented. "Now name another famous furry comic that spawned from underground comix."
"Teenage... Mutant... Ninja Turtles!" Bon Bon fell.
"Too easy."
"Usagi... fuckin, whatshername..." Bon Bon rose.
"There you go, now you're getting it." She paused as the barbell fell again to Dash's chest, the athlete under her barely breaking a sweat. "How fucking strong are you?"
"Heh... You should see Applejack..." The compliment gave her the ego boost necessary to get another lift in, and Bon Bon held tight.
"That's modest of you."
"You should see her reaction to me..."
"Ah, there it is."
"Alright, we'll stop there."
Dash crashed back on the couch, clearly proud of herself as Bon Bon took her seat in front of her.
"So, did I pass?" Dash leaned forward, her leg bouncing like mad.
"Pass?" Bon Bon raised an eyebrow.
"I mean- You know what I mean." Dash handwaved.
"Sometimes I'm not sure I do." Bon Bon admitted. "We're stopping for the night, even I'm having trouble coming up with new ideas. Get home and... I don't know, screw babes or whatever it is the great Rainbow Responsibility Dash does in her free time. Come back tomorrow and I'll make my final verdict."
"Really?" Dash rose to her feet, snapping her fingers in an arc. "Alright, that's not so bad. I could do with some sleep."
"Here." Bon Bon reached for the table and passed her a paperback novella. "Your homework is Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame, 1908."
Dash snatched it with a groan, turning tail for the door and trudging out. "You're giving me a book for homework? Man, it feels like I'm still in school."
"The text is really big, don't worry about it. You can knock it out in an afternoon." Bon Bon shook her head.
Dash took a deep breath, standing tall and clutching the book to her chest. "If it means a solid answer, I'll endure." She resolved, and headed out for the night down the sidewalk.
"It's a kids book." Bon Bon sighed.
Bon Bon sat backwards on her chair, chewing the eraser end of a pencil in her mouth and watching Dash fidget on their nice couch.
Bon Bon was almost impressed by her punctuality. She had 100% expected the athlete to blow her off on what was the last day of the weekend, but clearly this meant a lot to her- this completely made up trial of amusement. Why was Bon Bon still stringing her along? The baker didn't get anything out of this. It was all fodder to build towards this moment of release, where the jig could end. Where this classmate she barely knew would leave feeling a little better about herself.
But Dash had enjoyed those movies, and drawing on a computer, and every other asinine thing Bon Bon had made up on the spot (voice acting meant a certain skill in improvisation). If she really did get an unneeded confidence boost from wearing animal accessories (Bon Bon thought that was what 'Ponying Up' meant, anyway), the signs seem clear. Better a hard truth then a comforting lie. Should a truth like this even be hard? And what the hell does any of this mean when the multiverse itself assigned you your fursona?
"You're not a Furry." Bon Bon finally decreed.
Dash exhaled, punching the air ecstatically. "Yeah! Normal again!"
"Yeah." Bon Bon deadpanned. "Normal again."
Springing up from the couch, Dash grabbed her bag and tossed Wind in the Willows back to its owner. Slinging the former over her shoulder, she walked to the front door with a certain bounce in her step Bon Bon was amused to notice.
"Alright, sorry for wasting so much of your time, girl. We should hang out sometime! You're cool, you know? See ya!"
"Dash."
Rainbow paused with one foot out the door, teetering back and leaning on the door frame. "Yeah?"
Bon Bon covered her mouth with one hand. "Ah... I know some friends who are going to a rave next weekend. Not normally my thing, but it seems like something you could enjoy, if you really want to 'hang out'. Drink and do whatever for a bit, stagger home, I don't think I've shown you anything by Don Bluth yet."
"We'll crash with some movies?" Dash perked.
"Yeah, sure."
Dash fistbumped the air. "Fuck yeah! So down! See you next weekend!"
The door slammed shut, eschewing all of the neighboring frames.
Bon Bon sat back in her chair, exhaling.
"Another one bites the dust." She'll realize eventually.
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Gonna ask my furry friend if any of this is legit.
i don't get it.
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shit man, neither do I.
I get it. Pretty on point. Lol. My only complaint is that Secret of NIMH is a don bluth production... so, ah, continuity error?
Hahaha, this was a lot of fun.
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ITS WHAT?
I mean, not to typecast here, but...you just sort of assume it'd be Lyra because...well...Lyra.
Speaking as someone who doesn't consider himself a furry, but has nonetheless crossed paths with members of the furry community in some shape or form fairly regularly (being a brony helps--lots of overlap in the community apparently), this is really pretty much all it is. You're only a furry if you specifically want to be one. And even then, what entails as "furry" is sort of open to personal interpretation--not all furries "furry" in the same way as the other.
But obviously that's not specific enough for Rainbow.
You know, liking either of those films isn't necessarily proof of furryism, and I've crossed paths with lots of people who like both of those films that aren't furries and who'd take great offense at the implication of otherwise.
And I can verify that as my dad loves Disney's Robin Hood, and I can guarantee you he is NOT a furry. 
I rather like it too, and as already mentioned, I do not consider myself a furry.
As for Secret of NIMH (not a Disney movie BTW), that can go get thrown out the window--the book it's based off of is so much better.
Actually, you did. Secret of NIMH, remember?
Anyway, this was an amusing enough read, I suppose, though I'm not totally sure on just what we're getting out of it in the end...I suppose, either way, Rainbow seems to have made a new friend, and friendship is magic, so...there's at least that.
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I'm glad it's not just me.
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Well, If multiple people tell me my story doesnt make sense, that ain't their fault, its mine.
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I think it's more a case of it doesn't definitively answer RD's question that starts it all off, in the sense that it leaves it open as to which it really is, but doesn't explicitly say as such.
I don't necessarily see that as a bad thing though, because like I was saying before, this is a subject that isn't necessarily clear cut, so leaving it at least a little nebulous actually feels kinda fitting.
And even then, it was still a humorous read either way, so it's got that going for it.
I like the understated, subtle ending.
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No, it's obviously their fault. They read the wrong kind of story. They should have known better.
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He used to work at Disney, If I remember that documentary right.
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And Walt Disney used to work at Warner Bros, but we don't call any of the animation he later came to produce as Warner Bros films, now do we?
No the fuck it's not!
Good suits are thousands.
"Killer Queen, Daisen no Bakuden, Bites Za Dusto"
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Yeah, whilst I'm not a member of the community I'm sympathetic to it. Considering how the internet and general media turrned it into an acceptable target. They devolved the idea (which like all hobbies has millions of permutations) into "Your a sex obsessed loser in an animal suit". Which is fucking sad.
It's the same in any fandom, furries just get singled out because the fursuits are a bit more bizarre then usual cosplay and it's easier to accuse the hobbyists of bestiality.
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Have you ever heard about the legend of rainforrest, young pandawan.
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Silly rabbit, you must of misread my post.
I make it abundantly that hobbies have millions of permutations, both extreme and mundane. So some on the extreme end fucked up? Who cares? There's Nazi bronies, murderous Soccer hooligans and predatory actors. Doesn't mean we tarnish everyone with the same brush.
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if he died after a few films that didn't match the success of the other company, I have no doubt that we would have people confusing his work with Warner Bros. Especially years after it was news.
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Still doesn't mean it's accurate to call his films Disney films, considering Disney otherwise had nothing to do with their production.
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But have bronies fucked up real life event enough to get shadow ban from hotels first try?
That's the first impression they showed to the world. Too many 'bad people' and not enough 'good guys' in their community for them to stay civilized.
Bronies can do if(somewhat?) Comiccon can do it. Anime weebs can do it. Even the tumblr crowds can do it. So why can't the furries?
You had me at the reference to a Vylet Pony song. And as someone who was a furry (or at least close with people who were), I can say that this is pretty accurate for a lot of people.
Dash got fur-pilled.
MLP:FiM design criticism after my own heart.
Wise advice. Enjoy the art, skip trying to join the community. Either join it or don't.
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One of the reasons I got involved in the pony fandom and not the furry community was that there were a number of early bronies who doubled down and embraced the reputation of being horse molesters. The furries who are concerned with their fandom's reputation seem like a no fun zone to me.
Very economic use of titling. Sometimes I’ll end my own summary blurbs with a leading question, but you went whole hog by making the leading question the name, and the presumed retort in the chapter name. It’s a strong hook for any passing reader.
Onto the fic itself, the second sentence specifically mentions a “closed fist”. This clues in the reader that this scene of ‘get[ting] the door’ takes place in the EqG universe. The tags do too of course, but no one on this website ever reads those. Still, its important to establish this is not taking place in baseline Equestria, so the fic’s premise of Rainbow Dash fretting about zoologically-oriented kinks makes sense.
Knowing all of the above, there’s no tension in wondering who is pounding on the door. Its obviously Rainbow Dash looking to get advice from archetypal sex weirdo Lyra. However, we do have tangible tension in knowing that Lyra isn’t present. Dash will be speaking to Bon Bon instead, who is a complete wild card.
Oh thank Glob, a cartoon reference I actually recognize. Chalk one up for Casket.
This fic’s snappy delivery of info doesn’t let up. Bon Bon’s status flips from “wild card” to “openly contemptuous”, upping tension further with Dash’s inevitably asking her for advice instead of Lyra. And with reader expectations now built to full fever pitch, Dash blurts out the fic’s premise. Its comically blunt, and its only leadup is Dash crowing that Bon Bon knows her by reputation and Bon Bon in turn needling Dash for having no tact whatsoever. In other words, its supremely efficient in that it furthers ongoing character establishment while also pushing the plot along.
Then comes our curveball that Bon Bon is the one better equipped to advise Dash on the Furry conundrum. This expedites the plot pleasantly; at this point the reader would expect Bon Bon having to stall Dash until Lyra showed up to move things forward. But instead we get Bon Bon’s tightlipped affirmation that she’ll be our deuteragonist. With the present tension thoroughly resolved, the scene hard cuts to the talk the readers clicked on the fic for.
And here we get the clear lead-in to Dash pondering her ‘furry’ status. Rather than the mundane real-life method of unchecked internet exposure during one’s formal years, EqG Rainbow Dash feels the possible allure of furry-ness due to understandable in-universe forces. Explicitly, the Ponying-Up phenomenon.
When writing a fic that has a really good lore hook, the easiest trap to fall into is just turning the participating characters into talking heads that do nothing but dispense exposition. Quips like these keep the convo colorful while maintaining Bon Bon and Rainbow Dash’s personalities.
Anyway, with Dash’s cards all on the table, tempo shifts to Bon Bon. She seems to have mellowed out compared to earlier, and she even toys with Dash’s heightened investment in the topic by stringing the latter along the ‘quiz’ tangent. She doesn drop the wise-ass routine once Dash expresses frustration though, showing good social awareness and at least an attempt at tact (which is more than Rainbow Dash has ever attempted in her entire adult life).
Bon Bon pivots to a sincere, pseudo-monologue about the artificial weight people tend to assign their hobbies when it comes to forming a sense of identity. Dash of course isn’t interested in such heady nuance, so Bon Bon pivots back to her annoyed persona from the beginning of the fic. Its an insightful character moment, hinting that Dash hurt her feelings, but on a functional level it leads us into the new driving tension for the fic’s remaining runtime. We get our Goal (evaluating Dash’s furry status), our Stakes (Dash’s self worth is on the line), and our Urgency (the evaluation will last until the end of the day). I personally think Bon Bon’s crude use of sex terms like a personal trianer or drill sergeant is a bit mean-spirited, but I can accept it in the context of this fic being expressly about niche kink exploration. I reckon this doubles as confirmation that she’s… (trying to avoid being explicit here)… the ‘man’ in her relationship with Lyra.
We move onto our montage of Bon Bon playing the role of Mister Miyagi, minus the hidden agenda. Maybe. Amid the humorous moments of weightlifting and thumb wrestling, there’s the understanding that Bon Bon is making this up as she goes. And because Dash is too self-centered to pick up on this, a detached intrigue begins building. How will this story end? At the moment, the only unfired Chekov’s Gun is Lyra, busy attending driving school. But even that has no clear path for payoff.
Appropriately, the evaluations become more clearly linked to furrydom as the montage continues. Bon Bon’s thought process clams up during these scenes, presumably to not tip her hand too much before she gives her final judgement. The only insight we get is the “bigger tits” request, suggesting that (if nothing else), Bon Bon got a free addition to her personal spank bank catalog from all of this.
An aside: “Burgz” was my most listened to song on Spotify last year. By a considerable margin, too.
Bon Bon also takes another opportunity in this scene to make Dash do her chores. A hint that she’s well and truly wasting Dash’s time, or a red herring meant to show she’s trying to play off how much genuine fun she’s having sharing her hobby with a new friend? We can’t be sure.
Aside from Ken Ashcorp, the references to the music and comics(?) were generally lost on me. But there are two reasons this is okay. First, I’m clearly not the target audience of this fic. And second, they mark the end of the montage.
You chump. You buffoon. Every brony worth their salt knows that Dash’s middle name is Jennifer. (Says the Cosetta Glasgow guy).
When it comes time for the final judgment, the narrative POV returns to Bon Bon. We see her unspoken, sincerity-driven thought process she’s kept beneath her cold-shouldered demeanor. We see her seriously weigh the Hard Truth vs Comforting Lie conundrum that has stumped philosophers for ages. We see her distract herself with the cosmic absurdity of Dash’s conundrum before snapping back to the understanding that Dash’s feelings do still matter. While I’ve yet to see Everything Everywhere All At Once, I suspect some influence is at play here.
Bon Bon sums up her chaotic train of thought in four spoken words, and Dash’s chipper reaction grants permission to the reader to feel relief. We have resolved our tension and seen our protagonist’s contentment with the outcome. Bon Bon’s invitation to the rave even carries the classic MLP aspect of a new friendship being incidentally formed.
We leave on one final character moment: the reveal that Bon Bon lied to Dash. This doesn’t reflect poorly on Bon Bon, since the ‘test’ was bupkis anyway, and Bon Bon didn’t withhold the info out of selfishness. More of a firsthand understanding that if its meant to be, Rainbow Dash will come to the personal realization without external help.
Guess I’m obligated to end with some Lonely Avenue lyrics of my own here.
And out they pour the hits and the misses…
This one was a hit. Good on you for it.
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Rainbow Responsibility Danger Jennifer Dash, thus making her the most middle-named character behind Steven Universe.
If its possible to screw a story up in the last four sentences, i just might have. Let me adjust my scholar glasses to your level- the intent of the ending returns to Bon Bons talk about how none of this stuff is predestined, and if you dont like the idea of having a hobby, then it probably isnt your hobby. So she tells Dash shes free, because she knows a dismayed reaction to a revelation like that will only drive her further away from something she clearly seems to enjoy, albeit something she enjoyed in the vein of Competition, being Dash and all. Then she extends her hand to join her in something smaller, and more open to outsiders to ease Dash into enjoying herself.
Of course, I didn't trust my readers, and went overboard with an extra unnecessary final sentence that explains the one before it- and then I STILL have people in this comments section confused about the ending.
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Well, if you wanted to walk your readers through the conclusion, I guess Lyra could have arrived back from driving school after Dash left so a final conversation could exposit the moral of the story.
I have to concede that the audience confusion here may be a repeat of the old Cozy’s Glowpinions situation where they’re searching for meaning in a fic whose main purpose was to just provide cheap laughs via a creative premise. Any moral statements that the readers pull from it might just be the result of their own overthinking.
I don’t think so though. A key line from Bon Bon that some other commenters have picked up on is her initial retort to the Am I a Furry question: Do you want to be? Personal fulfillment is what the story asserts is most important, and although the story ends with Dash oblivious to that wisdom, it also ends with the assurance she’ll “realize eventually.”
Have your burger however you like. I don’t mind, no I don’t mind.
I’m just lookin’ for the right one for me. Don’t care how long it takes to find.
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Oh no- being too hands holdy is the problem I want to AVOID.
If you say i did well, i did well. Its damn hard to measure the efficiency of a message when you're the one who's preaching it.