Until the end
When you’ve loved someone your whole life since childhood, and had the luck of them loving you back for almost two years, you strive to make them happy. Sometimes things go wrong, and things happen at the least appropriate of times against lovers’ wills. They can’t be held accountable for what they don’t foresee, but how they react is entirely of their own accord. It can often be resolved as a certain mishap, but for Lyra and Bon Bon, having built their relationship on a foundation of trust, certain events can affect them much more than most others.
***
“Bon Bon, wait!” Lyra cried running into the door after her marefriend.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me!” Bon Bon screamed. Lyra flinched at her tone out of fear. Nothing made her feel worse than when she upset Bon Bon, but certain events were worse than others, and what Bon Bon had seen couldn’t have been a worse moment for Lyra to try to explain.
“Bon Bon, listen to me; you didn’t see what you thought you saw!” Lyra started trying to defend herself.
“What?! So you weren’t kissing that bitch Carrot Top? Then what they hay where you doing with your lips?! HUH?!” Bon Bon asked furiously.
“That’s not what happened, she kissed me! I practically threw her at the wall for it!” Lyra retorted.
“Well you took you’re bucking time to do it! What I saw through the window was clear enough!” Bon Bon yelled again.
“But it wasn’t what you thought you saw! She invited me to her party and asked to speak with me alone; how was I supposed to know she had the hots for me?!” Lyra asked defensively.
“Oh well you should have seen something coming when she didn’t invite both of us! You didn’t look like you put up much of a fight!” Bon Bon yelled, tears beginning to fill her eyes. “When I went into this relationship with you, you told me you’d never do anything like this to me. I made the decision I did because I thought I could trust and love you!” Bon Bon cried. Lyra’s heart was aching to have to hear Bon Bon in this sort of agony, and was also beginning to cry, dreading the worst outcome of the argument; Bon Bon had never been this upset with her in her life.
“You can trust and love me Bon Bon. I wouldn’t have done anything to hurt you and you know it. You saw less than two seconds through a window what hardly lasted any longer than three. I can’t blame you for being upset or not wanting to see any more of it, but you have to believe me.” Lyra begged, getting more and more deeply upset. Bon Bon wanted to believe her; she wanted the fighting to end but her tears were blurring the truth in Lyra’s emotion, and washing away the trust she had held for her in her heart since they fell in love.
“Did it mean anything?” Bon Bon asked.
“What, the kiss? No of course not! It was nothing!” Lyra stammered.
“Then why were you blushing?” Bon Bon asked.
“Wha... What?” Lyra asked, confused.
“When I saw you kissing her, you were blushing!” Bon Bon accused.
“She kissed me! She was giving me all compliments and trying to put on a charm, I thought she was trying to be nice! I didn’t expect her to throw herself at me.” Lyra stammered again.
“Oh what? Like the night we fell in love?!” Bon Bon shot back, piercing Lyra in the heart. More tears started to form in her eyes.
“How could you compare that night to this? that night was the most magical night of either of our lives! What happened between me and Carrot Top meant nothing! Bon Bon I’ve never let you down before, why won’t you believe me now?” Lyra asked feeling as though she was about to collapse under her emotions.
Unable to think straight or pay attention, Bon Bon reluctantly made a heart wracking decision.
“I don’t think I can right now; I need to think about this alone, I’ve lost too much trust already and I can’t get the thought out of my head that you might have started to think less of me, or us as couple.” Bon Bon said miserably, struggling to get out the whole sentence while her aching heart was practically screaming at her to reconsider what she was about to do.
“Bon Bon, wait! Think about this for a second please! I love you more than anything; I could never think any less of you! Please don’t leave me over this!” Lyra begged for her to think her decision through. She had dropped at Bon Bon’s hooves and her eyes were streaming a puddle of tears around her hooves. Bon Bon wanted the arguing to stop, but the fact that she’d already seen what she’d seen had completely ruined everything she held in her heart and mind; whenever she tried to believe Lyra, all she could see in her mind was Lyra and Carrot Top kissing, as if the memory was attempting to haunt her thoughts.
“I don’t want to leave you Lyra, but I can’t help but feel there’s a lack of trust between us.” Bon Bon said her tears trailing down her face to join Lyra’s on the floor.
Bon Bon looked at the door, and back at Lyra, who only stared back pleadingly with wet bloodshot red eyes. She couldn’t bear the choice she was faced with for much longer; she was at the point of a mental and emotional breakdown.
“I’m sorry Lyra... I just need some time.” Bon Bon mumbled through a sputter and cough. She turned around and walked over to the door, knowing that being around Lyra would only make her ache more. Lyra couldn’t move, her heart was falling apart and her legs were limp and weak.
“Bon Bon! No, please don’t leave me!” Bon Bon was reluctant to look back at Lyra.
“Bon Bon, I’m sorry!” Lyra continued to beg.
“ Please!” She cried out one last time as Bon Bon opened the door. Bon Bon shot one more depressed look at Lyra who started to curl on the floor as if she was about to explode. Bon Bon let out a cry before running out the door, wishing in her head that none of it had happened.
Lyra lay on the floor coughing and crying; all she could think about was Bon Bon and how much she wished she could take everything back.
“Bon Bon... I can’t live without you... please, come back.” She whimpered, curling up into her tears hoping Bon Bon could hear her.
***
The days that followed the pair’s argument were fraught with heart ache and despair. Never had Lyra wanted Bon Bon to be at home with her this much, and the feeling had never hurt so much in her life. She spent so much of her time crying and waiting for the one pony she loved to come home, but each day passed, she’d become more desperate and depressed.
Days began to approach a fortnight since Bon Bon had walked out and left Lyra in a mess of emotional distress. She’d had more than enough time to think to herself, but she didn’t know what would happen if she returned to Lyra after the amount of time she’d be gone. The longer she waited, the more concerned she became. So many thoughts rose in her head.
‘What if she doesn’t want me back? What if she found somepony new? What if she’s not even there if I go back?’ The negative thoughts continued to roll through, but she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t go back. She’d gone all the way to Canterlot, to get away from the troubles of home, but even the city she was born in bought her no comfort. Every spot in Ponyville reminded her of memories with Lyra, she continued to reflect on memories in spite of where she was though, and regardless of whether she could properly trust Lyra again by her word, she loved her and she missed her.
Luckily, Bon Bon was close to the Canterlot train station, and had a few bits left that could get her a ticket back to Ponyville, as the train was only minutes from departure. As she stepped into a carriage Bon Bon started to wonder if she’d made the wrong decision from the start and if she’d overreacted. She tried not to think about that though, and only thought about Lyra, and if she’d be ok when she got back.
Lyra was not faring so well back in Ponyville; she hadn’t left home since Bon Bon left, and wouldn’t dare leave on the chance that Bon Bon might return. She’d been too depressed to keep the place clean and looked after. There was some shattered glass in one corner from something she’d knocked over in a fit of tears and scraps of food she couldn’t finish in the kitchen; the floor was stained with tears in several areas where she’d often been so distraught and desperate for Bon Bon to return that she’d fallen asleep crying there; there were small grooves in the floor in areas she often trotted on when thinking. As much as it hurt her she’d often reflect on the past, but that was all she could do apart from cry and hope Bon Bon would come back. She couldn’t even use her magic properly since most of her brain power was used thinking about Bon Bon; levitation seemed to be the only magical ability she still possessed. Two memories stood out to her most, the ones that she treasured and always would treasure; their meeting as fillies in school, and the night that their relationship began almost two years ago.
Her eyes had been practically glowing with red since Bon Bon left, which over so many days was becoming quite painful. Lyra walked over to a bench in the house intent on finding something, but she wouldn’t be sure what it was until she found it. As she walked towards the drawer she tripped, and instead went tumbling into it, smashing it and collapsing to the floor. She didn’t lift her face from the mess though and only laid her head in shame and cried. In her emotional state the smallest mistakes seemed to bring out the worst in her.
Lyra looked forward at one of the smashed objects that had fallen out of the drawer before it broke on the ground. Her favourite picture of her and Bon Bon lay in a cracked frame on the ground in front of her. She was instantly forced to relive the memories that had been haunting her mind and causing her depression again.
Bon Bon too thought as she waited on the train which had now departed and was now on its way to Ponyville, and would arrive very soon. She had nothing to do until the train arrived, which would likely be by sundown in a few hours, and in her mind, recounted the moments of her childhood when she met Lyra, and the night when she made her fall in love with her.
***
It was a bright sunny day in Ponyville, and Lyra was about to start the first day of the 4th grade, surrounded by her peers from other classes from the previous year. She and a few of her other classmates had recently obtained their cutie marks. Lyra didn’t tend to talk to many of the other students, but they also seemed to avoid her due to her attitude and anti-social behaviour. As of this an empty desk always sat next to Lyra in the middle of the classroom. She stared at the empty teacher’s desk slouched over and resting on her hoof, waiting for the teacher to hurry up so that the day could progress and she could go home.
Meanwhile a small cream coloured filly with a straight deep blue mane and pink highlights was being dropped off by her mother to her new school. She was a little scared and upset, and was clutching her mother’s foreleg.
“Please don’t make me move schools mum! I’ll be a good girl I promise, just let me go back!” Bon Bon begged her mouth.
“You haven’t been a bad girl Bon Bon, we simply can’t afford to keep you at the school in Canterlot; Unless of course, you want to live in a rundown home?” Bon Bon’s mother replied.
“No mum, but it’s just... all my friends are there...” Bon Bon whimpered brushing her eyes to wipe away the light tears.
“I’m sorry dear, if there was something I could do I’d do it, but I can’t. Besides, we can still visit your friends in Canterlot occasionally. I’m sure you’ll make lots of new friends here anyway.” Bon Bon’s mother said brushing her daughters mane with her hoof to comfort her.
“I guess...” Bon Bon admitted sheepishly.
Bon Bon and her mother slowly approached the door to her classroom she’d been assigned to.
“Now don’t worry sweetheart, I’m sure you’ll have a great day. I’ll see you this afternoon.” Bon Bon’s mother said rustling her hair. However before she was about to leave a stallion was suddenly trotting hurriedly towards the classroom they were standing at, from down the hall.
“Oh hello there,” he said as he approached the pair, “You must be the new student and... her mother?”
“Yes, her name is Bon Bon.” Bon Bon’s mother said looking at her daughter who only shyly hid behind her and smiled weakly. “Oh sorry sweetie, I have to go, I’ll see you this afternoon ok. I love you.” She said kissing her daughters head before turning around to the stallion. “You must be her new teacher, I'm sorry, I have to run, but I’m sure we can become better acquainted later.” She said.
“Not a problem at all, I look forward to it.” The teacher said.
“Great, see you later sweetie.” She said to Bon Bon again who only nodded shyly to respond. With that Bon Bon’s mother left.
“Welcome to the school Bon Bon, I hope you’ll find your time here to be enjoyable and informative.” The teacher said to Bon Bon, who smiled.
“Thankyou sir.” Bon Bon said appreciatively.
“Oh my name is Mr. Mendell. You and your mother are quite a formal pair.” The teacher complimented on Bon Bon’s social etiquette.
“We’re from Canterlot. I was just raised to talk to people like that.” Bon Bon said.
“Well that sort of attitude will get you places here. Shall we go inside?” Mr Mendell asked.
Bon Bon looked at the door and nodded enthusiastically.
Lyra saw the door creaking open out of the corner of her eye as she drew a small grove into the desk with her pencil.
“Finally!” She said suddenly wondering if she should have wanted him to take longer if she wanted less class, but to her surprise, a new cream coloured filly walked in instead.
“Ugh, new kid...” Lyra mumbled, before seeing the teacher walk through the door after her. “Finally, let’s get this day over with.”
“Good Morning class,” Mr Mendell greeted his students. “Most of you should know me, I’m Mr Mendell. This is Bon Bon, she’s new here, so please make her feel welcome.” He said before turning to Bon Bon. “Why don’t you find a seat somewhere and we’ll begin.” The teacher said. Bon Bon nodded and looked around the classroom. There were a few empty desks, but one spare seat next to a particular aqua coloured unicorn filly stood out to her. She happily trotted over to it, eager to see if she could befriend the aqua filly. Lyra however noticed instantly that she was coming towards her, and started to panic. She panicked because she wasn’t an anti-social shut in, but because she was just socially awkward among other fillies. She couldn’t stand to be around most colts; they were usually all obnoxious and loud, or bullies, but she couldn’t be around many fillies either because of her sexuality. It was confusing to her at times, but she only ever seemed to be attracted to other fillies rather than colts, but none of the fillies at her school seemed to appeal to her. She’d always kept this on the down low though for fear of public humiliation, hence why she avoided socialising with others.
Lyra didn’t have much time to think about what she was going to say if Bon Bon sat next to her and introduced herself, but it was too late regardless, because the filly had already plopped her things beside her new desk, and sat down. Bon Bon looked over to Lyra, who seemed to be looking in the other direction, as if she was trying to avoid direct eye contact.
“Hey there, I’m Bon Bon.” She whispered to the aqua unicorn. Lyra grit her teeth trying to think.
‘Oh I knew she’d do this, alright play it cool, don’t be rude, just say hi than mind your own business.’
“Hey,” she said looking back at Bon Bon. It wasn’t until she stared directly back at her that she noticed how much of a sight she really was. She stared right at her, deep into her cyan eyes, as if she’d seen something amazing happen in them. It was the first time she’d ever actually seen beauty in something so simple as another ponies eyes.
“Hello? Hello?” Bon Bon whispered waving a hoof in front of Lyra’s face. Lyra suddenly snapped out of her trance like state and realised she’d been staring with her mouth agape the whole time.
“What’s your name?” Bon Bon asked quietly.
“Lyra Heartstrings,” Lyra replied without thinking. ‘What are you doing?! She’ll probably want to hang out now’ Lyra thought to herself, wanting to smack herself over the head. Hoping nopony had seen her little hypnotised state just then, she slumped into her chair.
“How would you like to be friends Lyra?” Bon Bon asked eager to make her first friend at the school.
Lyra only bore a look of concern. She stayed away from other fillies to avoid getting close to them, just as a precaution, but she was by no means a rude filly. She worked up a false smile and gave a weak fake chuckle.
“Uhh, he he, ok then...” she said scratching the back of her neck with the tip of her hoof. Bon Bon smiled and shook a little with a successful attempt at making a new friend.
“Can we hang out later?” Bon Bon asked. Lyra only became more concerned. She’d become entranced by just her gaze before, but if they started hanging out then what else might happen?
“Uh, sure I guess...” Lyra whispered back, ‘I could just go sit in my normal spot, she won’t find me there.’
Bon Bon was feeling much better about the day already; she’d already made a new friend who had agreed to hang out with her.
Her happy mood was momentarily interrupted by Mr Mendell who called her name.
“Bon Bon? Are you listening?” he asked noticing the filly was distracted. Lyra considered it a blessing that the teacher had broken Bon Bon’s chain of thought.
“Yes sir.” She said sitting up. Mr Mendell only smiled, able to forgive her attention span for the time being. Bon Bon felt a little guilty that she hadn’t been listening for the last 10 minutes, but Lyra considered Bon Bon interrupting her to be a bonus. Before he could continue talking though, a bell rang echoing throughout the whole school.
“Ah, right some of you have special classes to attend.” Mr Mendell pulled out a small corkboard with a chart on it. “Cheerilee, you have drama and acting.” He said signalling the small purple filly that she was allowed to leave. She grabbed her things and trotted happily out the door. “Rarity, you have art and design.” She said looking at the white purple maned unicorn in the front row, who followed in the previous footsteps. “June Bug, you have a gardening class.” He said, as continued going through the names, when there was about 10 of the 18 students left, Mr Mendell had almost finished his list. “Bon Bon, cooking class,” he said nodding to the little filly. She remembered her mother had signed her up for the cooking class, and retrieved her bags. Before she left she turned to Lyra. “See you later.” She said before carrying her bags towards the exit.
Lyra trailed her body all the way to the door unable to take her eyes off her. She watched the particular way in which her flank smoothly moved with each leg movement; as soon as the door shut behind her though she snapped out of yet another trance.
“What’s wrong with me?!” she said to herself, not realising she said it out loud. Everypony looked at her confused, and she hung her head in embarrassment.
Outside, Bon Bon did a light hearted giddy dance, happy that in just ten minutes she’d already made a new friend. She looked at the sheet in her bag and looked at the number of her next class, before making her way to it.
Upon reaching her class she noticed a few other ponies were also taking the cooking course. She was about to try and make another friend before she realised they were all at separate benches. Realising this must have been a requirement Bon Bon made her way to the one available desk, and surveyed some of the other students. There was one orange filly with a ponytail mane-style, and a blue pony with a similar coloured mane, but before she could look around much more, a voice rang through the room.
A light brown pegasus mare, with a curly red mane, and large blue glasses had made her way into the room. The students were quick to realise she would be their teacher, and snapped to attention.
“Good morning everypony. Welcome to my class, I’m Mrs Swirl.” The teacher announced to her eager students.
‘That’s an odd name,’ Lyra thought to herself before the teacher started talking.
“Now I know you all had Mrs Cake teaching you last year, but she is very busy organising the plans for her sweet shop, so I will be filling in for her for the first semester. So, let’s get started with a roll call,” Mrs Swirl announced.
As the teacher continued to talk, Bon Bon noticed around the class room that everypony else had their cutie marks. She looked back at her own flank, bare and cream coloured and threw a light frown, but the teacher notice her face, and called out her name on the roll.
“Bon Bon?” She called. Bon Bon snapped up to attention.
“Uh, yes here.” She replied.
“What’s the matter dear?” Mrs Swirl asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Bon Bon replied not wanting to bring attention to herself.
“If you say so dear. That’s the roll call then, and everypony is present. What a funny coincidence that your name is Bon Bon; that’s exactly the type of delectable treats we will be making in class today.
“Mrs, Ah thought you said we was makin apple pies today?” the orange filly across the room asked with a country like accent.
“No, we will be doing an apple baking class in two weeks.” Mrs Swirl replied, before pulling out a cookbook. “Now everyone will find their cook books, ingredients and equipment under their benches. I took the liberty of checking a lot of your grades from last year, and you all seem to have done an outstanding job. Those of you who are new to the class or have any trouble please inform me, and I will be more than obliged to help you. In the meantime, we’ll make a game out of it. Anyone who can beat me in making their first batch can have the rest of the day off.” Mrs Swirl said quite confident that no one would best her time as a teacher.
Bon Bon looked under her bench and found the ingredients appropriate for making vanilla filled Bonbons. She pulled up each ingredient, placing it on the bench, purposefully leaving the cookbook under the bench, recognising each ingredient. What the teacher didn’t know was that Bon Bon had quite a knack for making these little treats very well. While everypony else was still getting out their supplies and reading through the recipe she began to create her delicacies.
“Mrs, are you sure this isn’t a bit to advanced?” a brown unicorn colt from across the room asked.
“Possibly, but this is advanced cooking is it not?” the teacher rhetorically asked the student giving a light hearted giggle.
“Uh, hehe, I suppose...” the colt replied. And with that, the class got into the lesson.
It was about 45 minutes before Bon Bon had just about finished her first batch, before a voice rung out across the room.
“Finished!”
Bon Bon frowned and turned around to see at the other side of the room a grey pegasus filly, with oddly positioned eyes.
“But I was so close...” Bon Bon said, wondering if she really did have a talent for the treats at all, but then she noticed that the filly’s oven was on. ‘Bonbons aren’t made in the oven...’ Bon Bon thought as the teacher trotted over to the bench. Then she could hardly resist a giggle when she saw the grey filly pull out a tray of muffins.
“Oh my, Derpy... we weren’t making muffins today dear, I don’t even think we had the right ingredients for muffins.” Mrs Swirl said as Derpy placed the tray down.
“We weren’t?” Derpy said looking up confused. She too had left her recipe under the bench and instead decided to bake her favourite confection.
Mrs Swirl not wanting to make Derpy feel upset picked up a muffin from the tray in her mouth and tasted it. It was a warm, sweet, soft delight. It went down very smoothly and tasted wonderful.
“Well, I have to commend you for these Derpy, they are reakky good... I’m not quite sure how you pulled them off, but they are very good.” Mrs Swirl said with a half mouthful of the delicious muffin, bringing a smile to Derpy’s face. Just as Mrs Swirl was about to move back to her personal bench, Bon Bon called out to her.
“Finished!” she announced. Mrs Swirl walked over grinning, and saw a tray covered in delectable looking chocolate treats.
“These look wonderful Bon Bon; and you completed them so fast.” Mrs Swirl said leaning over to the tray.
“Thank you Mrs Swirl.” Bon Bon said gratefully, as the teacher popped one in her mouth. The chocolate tasted perfect, and melted smoothly in the heat change in her mouth, as the vanilla centre oozed out.
“These are wonderful Bon Bon, obviously these treats must be a specialty of yours.” Mrs Swirl said.
“Oh I just make them a lot I guess,” Bon Bon said blushing.
“Well that would explain your cutie mark then.” Mrs Swirl said.
‘Cutie mark?’ Bon Bon thought. “I don’t have a cutie mark,” Bon Bon said looking confusedly at her flank, gasping in shock to find that her cream coloured flank now bore three wrapped candies.
“Oh my gosh! My cutie mark! Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh!” Bon Bon gleefully rejoiced bouncing around, before realising everypony was watching her. She blushed a little and made a soft squee, before turning back to the teacher. “So... does that mean I get the rest of the day off?” Bon Bon asked.
“A deal’s a deal, lunch is in fifteen minutes, so if you don’t have anyone to take you home, you’re welcome to stay in the spare classroom down the hall during mid breaks.” Mrs Swirl said.
“Wow I didn’t know teachers were allowed to offer that privilege.” Bon Bon said.
“It only happens very rarely, so make the most of the free time ok,” Mrs Swirl said before turning around. Bon Bon hopped over to her bags and grabbed them, before heading towards the door. Mrs Swirl smiled as she bounced out, before noticing Derpy’s expression wasn’t as happy as when she praised her muffins. Derpy stared rather blankly at the delicacies, before Mrs Swirls spoke up.
“You too Derpy; you did an excellent job today.”
Derpy let out a proud booming smile picking up two of the muffins and her bags before flying out the door.
“Hey there, wait up.” Bon Bon heard behind her. She turned around to see the grey pegasus filly flying over towards her.
“Oh, hey, you’re Derpy right?” Bon Bon asked. Derpy stopped flying and landed rather abruptly next to her.
“Yeah, you’re Bon Bon right?” Derpy asked.
“Yeah, nice to meet you." Bon Bon replied
"You’re new here aren’t you?” Derpy said, not having recognised her before.
“Yeah, my mother moved me here from Canterlot.” Bon Bon said.
“Oh well that’s a little while away. Do you have many friends yet?” Derpy asked.
“Just one so far,” Bon Bon replied.
“Would you like two?” Derpy asked holding up a muffin to her.
“Sure!” Bon Bon giggled, laughing as she took the soft sweet delight.
“Cool, I’ve got a few things to do, but do you wanna hang out after lunch in the spare classroom? I don’t have anyone coming to pick me up either. I mean, I could fly but my mummy thinks it’s safer for me to not fly home alone during the day.” Derpy said.
“Why’s that? There’s not really much reason to worry about anything.” Bon Bon assumed.
“Oh I’m just not that great a flyer yet.” Derpy explained looking at her wings and flicking them up lightly.
“Oh ok, so I guess I’ll see you after lunch?” Bon Bon asked.
“Looking forward to it! Or in my case, forward and left.” Derpy said cracking a joke on her eyes.
“Oh there’s no need to make fun of yourself. How’d that happen anyway?” Bon Bon asked curious as to what may have caused Derpy’s eyes to look in different directions.
“Oh it’s all good fun, I really don’t mind. People pick on it all the time, but I am who I am. It’s a long story anyway, I might tell you after break ok?” Derpy said getting ready to leave.
“Sure, see you later.” Bon Bon said, before Derpy flapped her wings and flew slowly down the hall.
She felt slightly bad because of how she misjudged Derpy before she’d talked to her. She thought originally she was just a silly pony with an eye deformity, but she was actually a friendly, rather smart, and comical pony; and it only took five minutes for them to become friends. With the huge boost in enthusiasm, Bon Bon gleefully trotted down the halls, awaiting the break.
***
As the bell rang through the school to signify the lunch break, Lyra grabbed her things and headed out the door, just as the teacher had dismissed everyone. She began walking to the door to the school grounds. She hoped Bon Bon might have had other things to deal with and wouldn’t find her. After what happened in the classroom she didn’t want to risk getting close to her, in case she developed feelings for her. She let the mass of hungry students eager to begin their lunchtime shenanigans run through the hallway first, but upon reaching the door and stepping into the warm sunlight, she found the blue and pink maned pony waiting right outside the door for her.
“Hey Lyra, do you wanna have lunch together?” Bon Bon asked, very happy about something. Lyra was in that state again where she was staring at Bon Bon, just looking at her face, seeing something she’d not seen about other ponies before. She was quick to snap herself out of it, but this was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. ‘Just go easy on her Lyra, be nice about it.’ Lyra told herself, before sighing and replying to Bon Bon.
“Look Bon Bon... I don’t have anything against you, it’s just that, I’m not exactly the type of pony anyone else wants to hang out with... maybe it’d be best if it just stayed that way... I can’t really tell you why, but, you know I think I’m better off alone.” Lyra said, scratching the back of her mane awkwardly.
Bon Bon took this a different way and realised that Lyra didn’t really want a new friend. She felt a little water welling in her eyes, but dismissed it, knowing that they weren’t really great friends, or at least not that great that she needed to cry about it.
“Are you crying?” Lyra asked starting to feel bad, wondering if she may have really hurt her feelings.
“No, well... the day was just turning out really well... don’t worry about it, I’m sure I’ll find somepony else to sit with.” Bon Bon mumbled turning around.
“Oh geeze Bon Bon I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just... not many of the others around here would really be friends with somepony like me.” Lyra said, starting to feel like she’d been a little harsh.
“Maybe it’s because you don’t give them a chance to get to know you.” Bon Bon replied sadly, before walking away slowly in another direction. Lyra started to feel very bad now, seeing how upset she’d managed to make Bon Bon just by her bad choice in actions.
“Bon Bon, wait,” Lyra called to her. “You can... you can sit with me if you still want to,” She said, again scratching the back of her mane.
Bon Bon turned around and felt a smile brighten up her expression again. ‘Maybe the day won’t be so bad!’ she thought to herself.
“Really?” Bon Bon asked just to make sure Lyra was ok with the decision. In all honesty and in her mind, Lyra wasn’t sure, but she knew she’d feel guilty if she didn’t at least give her one chance. She let out a sigh and took in a big breath.
“Yeah, come on, I’ll show you were I usually sit.” Lyra said, trying to avoid direct eye contact; there was something about Bon Bon’s eye’s that she found absolutely fascinating but she couldn't quite tell what it was.
Lyra had a quiet spot away from all the noisy students enjoying their break. She and Bon Bon sat there and talked for the whole half hour first break, about anything that came to mind. Normally constant chatter would bug Lyra, but she was actually enjoying the conversation to her surprise, and the company was a very nice change from last year's lonely quiet breaks. If she wasn’t talking, all Lyra could do was smile and just watch Bon Bon’s eyes. She was shocked by how beautiful Bon Bon looked when her straight flowing blue and pink highlighted hair was picked up by a gust of wind. There was no way out for her now; in just one break with the mare she was entranced, and her meagre attraction only kept growing with every new beautiful thing she discovered about Bon Bon.
“... I think I broke her nose for it, and that was the only time I really ever got in trouble at my school, but I mean, if someone insults your BFF you normally won’t react very nicely.” Bon Bon finished making Lyra crack up laughing a little.
“I’ve seen fights here, but nothing as serious as broken stuff. What’s a BFF by the way?” Lyra asked.
“A best friend forever,” Bon Bon replied, just as the bell went to signify the end of the break.
“Well, I actually enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I would. Thanks for still sitting with me Bon Bon, I’m sorry I upset you before though.” Lyra apologised.
“Don’t worry about it, its fine. See you next break?” Bon Bon asked.
“Absolutely.” Lyra happily agreed.
The pair walked back to the school together and departed until the next break, enthusiastically waiting for it to come. Bon Bon sat and talked to Derpy for the next 45 minutes about whatever topic they found interesting, plus some of the things she’d talked about with Lyra beforehand. Derpy always seemed to have things to do during the breaks, so Bon Bon would talk to her occasionally in classes and spare time, and would sit with Lyra every day at lunch time under the same tree, and talk about the same pointless things that came to mind. Lyra was happy that she actually had a reason to look forward to school every day.
Bon Bon was proud to tell her mother that afternoon that she was happy to have moved schools and had made two great friends already. She was quite proud of her daughter, as not only had she made her first day worth wild, but she’d also acquired her cutie mark. The whole day was a shining memory for Bon Bon and Lyra as they both discovered things about themselves and the other that made them feel better about the dull troubles that they had experienced before meeting each other.
***
Bon Bon sat in her train carriage, tears filling her eyes as she reflected on this memory. It took this to make her realise that she’d regretted even getting angry at Lyra, let alone left her for as long as she did. Lyra too cried on reflection of the beautiful memory. The emotional strain was becoming quite unbearable, and she was starting to lose hope that Bon Bon was going to come back. In unknown unison the pair thought about each other and craved their presence. The sky was beginning to tint with dark orange as the sun was nearing its destination where Princess Celestia would lower it, and would bring forth the night and raise the moon.
Lyra noticed the change in time since she’d started reflecting on the past, and lost all interest in anything she was looking for before, and instead picked up a bottle of ink and quill that had fallen out of the drawer she’d broken, luckily they remained intact. She grabbed a piece of paper from a pile that had been in the same compartment, and tears started to roll at double the amount they were before. Never had she been so depressed and alone in her life. She looked over to her left and right, wondering if she was thinking straight, but even though she knew she hadn’t been thinking straight since Bon Bon left, she still became confused by everything around her.
A glint caught the corner of her eye over to the left. Lyra slowly turned her head and noticed a sharp gleaming knife sitting on the kitchen bench. She shunned her eyes from the blade, trying to focus, but she hardly realised that in her state, with the memories that were troubling her, the knife should be the last thing she was looking at. But that was what made it unbearable for her; knowing that there were so many things that could end her suffering, and so many parts of her brain screaming that Bon Bon wasn’t coming back.
Lyra feeling her mind cracking down inside her, with disrupted magic, attempted to write what she would call a goodbye letter; if Bon Bon ever came back to see it that was. Tears stained the page as she carelessly scribbled in a message desperate to get it over with.
‘Bon Bon. It’s been almost a fortnight, and I’ve gotten the point that you’re not coming back anytime soon. I couldn’t bring myself to come find you; you probably wouldn’t want to see me anyway. I don’t know how you feel now, but I love you. I love you so much, and I miss you. The time without you has been unbearable, and I can’t keep going like this. I’m sorry for ever wronging you Bon Bon. I love you.’ She wrote, trying to be as formal as she could with her ever deepening mood.
Not wanting to look at the note any longer, Lyra shunned it from her sight and walked over to the knife lying on the kitchen bench next to some broken dishes that Lyra had dropped when she lost focus. Wobbly and unable to pay a lot of attention, she levitated the knife and pressed it lightly against her throat, trying to clench her teeth and hold back tears, while she thought about what she was about to do, but almost a minute passed while she stood there unshifting and not moving the blade at all. Giving up on herself entirely she dropped the blade, and broke down into yet another fit of tears, before smacking the knife away. At that moment as Lyra curled up and hugged her legs into her chest, she and Bon Bon unknowingly reflected upon another beautiful moment in their lives; the day Lyra had made Bon Bon fall in love with her.
***
Lyra had gone over to Bon Bon’s home to talk to her in private. The conversation started off as petty gossip and chattering, but the night was starting to get late, and Lyra was tired of playing around at this point, deciding it was time to make her move.
“Bon Bon, we’ve been best friends for how long now?” She asked her avidly.
“Since we were just fillies at school,” Bon Bon confidently answered, oblivious as to where Lyra was taking the conversation.
“Right, and you’ve always been there for me when I needed a friend, you’re somepony I know I can trust.” Lyra complimented.
“We help each other out all the time. You were there to comfort me after my breakup with Caramel; it’s what BFF’s do.” Bon Bon happily announced.
“Ugh what an ass hole!” Lyra growled, thinking back to the heartless merciless break up, but Bon Bon just giggled.
“I can still remember the jokes used to make to cheer me up, and how you always said that caramel and bonbons weren’t a good mix.” She recounted fondly.
Lyra smiled and also let out a light hearted giggle.
“Yeah, I’d always preferred mint and nougat personally.” Lyra chuckled.
She’d almost forgotten how hard she’d tried to make Bon Bon smile if she was unhappy. She never understood how Bon Bon couldn’t see past the friendly gesture though. Lyra always made the effort to be there, not just because they were best friends, but because she’d always had a deep seeded love for her. She’d always kept quiet for the sake of preserving their friendship, but until now she’d never wanted to share her feelings so much. She didn’t care how it turned out, the strain of holding in her feelings for much longer was hardly bearable, and she needed to know how her friend could feel about her if she at least tried to love her back. But she couldn’t just come out and rush everything; instead she planned out a smooth slow approach to coax her into the intensifying conversation.
“You know, I’ve been through a few break ups before, but I’ve never seen you with a stallion before. Don’t you have a very special somepony?” Bon Bon asked curious as to how her friend went by for so long without a love interest. Lyra grinned as her first triumph presented itself earlier than expected. Bon Bon herself had opened a door right to the heat of where Lyra had planned to get to.
‘Just play it slow Lyra’, she thought to herself. “I’ve never really found anypony else worth my time you know. My schedules always full; I’m either sleeping, or I’m with you. Don’t really need a schedule, but that’s my weekly plan.” Lyra replied, instantly wondering if she shouldn’t have blurted all of that out though. She gritted her teeth in frustration with herself, but subtly tried to act like she meant to say it.
“You know I love having you around, you always brighten up the mood, but if there’s somepony interesting you don’t let our friendship get in the way. I’m sure I can survive some time without you if I need to.” Bon Bon said smiling, hoping she wasn’t a constant obstacle in her friend's affairs.
Lyra gulped wondering how she should reply, but she started to break into a sweat, knowing the conversation would soon reach its peak.
‘What if she doesn’t feel the same way?’ she kept thinking as she tried to think of ways to answer. Lyra dismissed the negative assumptions and continued to reply.
“I guess I’m just not that into stallions.” Lyra said, before realising what conclusion that would lead Bon Bon to. She resisted the urge to smack herself in frustration. ‘Way to jump the gun Lyra!’
Bon Bon instantly jumped to a conclusion, just as Lyra had predicted.
“So you’re into mares?” She asked confused.
Lyra’s heart started pounding; the conversation was going where she wanted it to, but not how she wanted it to. She quickly attempted to recover herself.
“No, well, yes, I mean, maybe, Gah!” She blurted out frustrated that she was letting her fears get the best of her. They were perfectly reasonable fears, after all, she didn’t want to lose her best friend, nor make things awkward between them, but it was really hard to be subtle when she kept blurting out everything on her mind.
Bon Bon could see her friend was getting nervous and gave a light hearted laugh.
“Lyra you don’t need to be so worried. I don’t care if you’re a filly fiddler; everypony has a preference."
Lyra gulped again, praying to Celestia that she wouldn’t ask...
“So who’s the lucky mare? Is she a friend of ours?” Bon Bon asked.
‘Buck!’ Lyra cursed in her head. She was lost for words now, but whatever she said from this point, there was no turning back. She had to put her heart on the line. With an unsettled look across her face Lyra set her mind prepared speech to action.
“So you don’t care at all that I’m into other mares? You don’t think I’m weird or unnatural?” Lyra asked in order to find out the first important aspect of the information she needed; how her friend would react towards her sexuality if the love wasn’t shared.
“No of course not; nothing like that would ever make me think any less of you, besides I actually think it’s kind of cute.” Bon Bon giggled, not realising that she’d given Lyra a much brighter turn out to what she’d originally assumed. It was time for her to lay down the big question; she just had to think of a mood to act to boost her approach. ‘Maybe the seductive approach...’ Lyra thought as she took in a large breath and readied herself.
“You know, you’re the only mare I really hang out with right?” Lyra asked .
“Yeah, but come one Lyra, It’s not like I’m the mare of your eye...” Bon Bon joked, before actually noticing her BFF’s descending expression. “Right?” Bon Bon asked, suddenly sprouting an apparently concerned look across her face.
Lyra forgot everything she’d just been thinking of and frowned in horror. She was rendered completely speechless, and judging from the look across Bon Bon’s face, she assumed was about to be heartbroken. In a desperate attempt to save herself, she tried to get out another sentence, but failed with only unintelligible, stuttered mumbles coming out.
“Oh my gosh... Lyra... I, I never knew... that’s how you felt... I mean... me? How... how long have you felt like this?”
Lyra was now sweating like a waterfall, unable to think of anything but how hard her heart was going to be squashed when her best friend didn’t feel the same way. It was a hopeless battle with her own mind to try and think of ways to respond. Instead in an attempt to try and save herself, Lyra decided maybe abandoning the idea all together would bring her less pain.
“You know what, uh, may... maybe it’d be best to just call it a night? I’ll, I’ll just...” Lyra was talking so fast that it came out sounding like utter gibberish, but Bon Bon interrupted her intent on hearing out her friend’s feelings.
“No no Lyra, tell me.” Bon Bon said quickly to her stressed friend.
‘This is so much more awkward than I thought it’d be,’ Lyra thought to herself, wishing she could have just kept her feelings to herself. Whatever she may have thought about the outcome of her actions had been completely disregarded.
“I think it might be better if I don’t... this is gunna make things awkward enough anyway.” Lyra said shifting nervously.
Bon Bon knew this must have been a stressful thing for her friend to go through, but after everything they’d been through together there was no way she was going to ditch her over a love interest.
“Lyra, I don’t care about your sexuality, we’re still best friends forever, I just don’t understand... Why me?” Bon Bon asked intrigued to know what it was about herself that was taking her friends fancy.
Lyra perked back up a bit and became less mortified, but still felt rather embarrassed.
“You... really want to know? You don’t care that I’m a lesbian?” Lyra asked confused and expecting a totally different outcome.
“Of course not, we’ve been friends for far too long for me to care about something like that. Tell me,” Bon Bon pleaded again.
Lyra suddenly sprung an idea, ‘Charm her and then go for the seductive approach! I can still pull this off! Don’t screw this up Lyra!’ She instructed herself in her head. She wanted to be with Bon Bon, and she had one window presented to turn things her way.
“Well, you’ve always had this thing about you since we became friends I guess. I’ve looked at you differently to almost everypony else in my life, and I guess the fact that you’re the only one I ever talked to for pretty much my whole life played a big part of the feeling. You were the only one I could trust, and the feeling just kept developing.” Lyra began, wondering though if she started off sounding too corny.
Bon Bon oddly enough didn’t feel very awkward in the scenario; she felt completely flattered.
“If only even half the ponies I’d dated said something like that,” Bon Bon said smiling, “they’d hardly even notice if I changed my hair.”
‘Charm her! Charm her!’ Lyra’s brain commanded.
“That’s because to them it didn’t mean anything. They didn’t deserve you, for someone to be with you they need to love you enough to deserve you, and feel proper love for you, like I do.” Lyra said, running what she’d just said through her head again, just to make sure it sounded right.
“You think you’re the one for me do you?” Bon Bon asked giving her friend a seductive tease of a reply for fun, not realising she’d just opened another huge door for Lyra.
“Well, you know I’d treat you right; like somepony should treat somepony they love. I’d do what I always do; make sure you’re smiling, and if you’re not, try harder.” Lyra said getting the first seize of her window, readying her next comment to make an approach towards Bon Bon if it came out right. Bon Bon began to wonder why her friend’s compliments weren’t making her edgy; considering it was almost blatantly obvious that she was attempting to win her over.
“Is there anypony on your mind? I mean, what’s stopping us from trying?” Lyra asked, making sure to keep her seductive tone apparent, taking a couple of steps closer to Bon Bon, but then stopping a few feet away.
Bon Bon started to feel a little concerned, but not because she was worried her friend was making a mistake, but because she had no urge to stop her. She started to question in her head whether this was her conscience telling her to spare her friends feelings, or that some previously unknown feelings were coming into play on her part. She tried to combat them quickly.
“Well, I don’t want things to get awkward between us... I don’t want to lose you as a friend.” Bon Bon said. She didn’t think she was ready for something like a lesbian relationship, and was anxious about being lovingly involved with her lifelong best friend.
“Bon Bon I don’t want to lose you either, but I don’t think we’d have to worry about that. Best friends are meant to argue, but we’ve never fought in our lives. Why would it be any different if we were in love with each other?” Lyra asked, taking a couple of steps closer. She was at the spot she’d been hoping to reach. Having felt the way she did all her life, Lyra had been putting time into focussing on the things Bon Bon liked, and made sure that she had the knowledge she’d need to get anywhere the night would take her.
Bon Bon was taking note of her friends advance, but she didn’t stop her, nor did she show any signs of moving away. She started to wonder if she was really against the concept of this relationship at all.
“I just don’t know, it just seems like there’s a lot of things that would be missing for me in this type of relationship...” Bon Bon considered.
“Like what? You’d be surprised at what I can offer.” Lyra said moving yet again closer, gaining back all of her lost confidence and readying herself for her chosen approach. She started taking note of the way Bon Bon was reacting to her actions, and was starting to narrow down to her conclusion. She’d studied a little body language in books, and Bon Bon was starting to display the first few signs that she was becoming aroused by what was happening. She was unsure but unable to prevent anything from progressing, so Lyra decided to take advantage of that and roll with it.
Bon Bon started to sweat a little, questioning further more how she really felt about her friend. She’d never felt relationship worthy love for her, but something about Lyra’s behaviour was bringing out a much deeper feeling that she wasn’t sure she wanted to succumb to.
“Oh, um, well, uh, I guess,” Bon Bon tried to think of one thing that couldn’t be offered in a lesbian relationship, but never being in one personally didn’t bring much to mind. The only thing she could think of was pleasure, and how the anatomy of a mare may detract from any sexual enjoyment, but she didn’t want to tell Lyra that, but she didn’t really have to; Lyra had guessed that would be the first thing on her mind, and attempted a one shot move to hook her in; putting her on the spot.
“You’re worried about pleasure aren’t you Bon Bon?” Lyra asked smiling seductively as she said it, throwing her line out. “Afraid I won’t be able to make you feel the same way as a stallion can?” Lyra asked, staring deep into Bon Bon’s eyes, and talking in the same tempting voice as before, but putting in the effort to not sound like she was making fun of her at any point. As she spoke she dared a slow stroke of Bon Bon’s curly deep blue mane leaning in close, before backing off again.
Bon Bon’s heart was starting to beat faster, and her sweating had increased to an almost uncomfortable level. Something was happening with her body that she had only ever experienced when around a stallion, but it was different in the way that she was seemingly excited about it. As much as she was afraid to admit it to herself, Bon Bon may have found returned feelings for Lyra that had just been hidden away from her.
“Uh, well, I just...” Bon Bon stammered before Lyra stopped her putting her hoof on her mouth. Lyra was close to being able to seal the deal and she could tell. She had to follow through with the approach though, and properly arouse her. If that worked well, she’d possibly get much further than she had hoped she would.
“Don’t be worried about something like that. Just because I may not have certain body parts doesn’t mean I don’t know what feels good to a girl,” Lyra began, lightly toiling with the pink highlights in her friend’s hair. She was pushing all the right buttons so far, and took note of everything happening, to figure out what might excite Bon Bon more. Bon Bon was now lost for words though; Her breathing was getting very heavy, and she was having trouble hiding it, but it wasn’t a scary feeling, it was a good one; no stallion had ever made her feel this good, but she still wasn’t entirely convinced, and had something else on her mind that she wanted to address before anything would go further.
“What about foals?” Bon Bon blurted out, taking Lyra by surprise. “I want a baby of my own too Lyra. How would that possibly work?” Bon Bon asked. Lyra wasn’t stumped for more than a few second though before she was confidently able to answer.
“You could always adopt?” Lyra replied, grinning and trying her luck at another stroke of Bon Bon’s mane, but Bon Bon shunned her head lightly, and Lyra took her foreleg back.
“You don’t understand; I want to be the natural mother.” Bon Bon explained. Lyra had already thought of a solution to this too.
“Sperm donation? There’s literally a way to solve anything now days.” Lyra suggested, retrieving some of Bon Bon’s lost attention. “Let me be the other parent. I could be just as, if not more reliable than any stallion in Equestria.” Lyra begged, making a successful stroke across Bon Bon’s mane.
Bon Bon considered everything that Lyra had laid out to her, but one thing still troubled her.
“What about everypony else? Nopony gives filly fiddlers the respect they’d give another. I’m just not sure how I’d cope with constant discrimination.” Bon Bon explained.
“But why would you even care what another pony thinks? If you are in love with somepony why should it matter what others think.” Lyra told her, a little confused and disheartened that Bon Bon may put her reputation before love, but she kept her expression and tone, noticing significant changes in Bon Bon’s body language suggesting that she was just getting more and more into what was happening.
Bon Bon couldn’t deny that Lyra had an answer for everything and the fact that she hadn’t dropped the sexy tone and look since the conversation had gotten intimate only started to make her feel more aroused. No stallion that she’d dated had ever managed to make her feel this turned on with just looks and suggestive activity, and it was starting to show. As Lyra continued staring deep into her eyes and stroking her mane, she would convulse with each shiver Lyra’s touch sent down her spine. Everything that Lyra was doing to her body was working wonders, but she didn’t understand how something as simple as a touch could excite her so much. Lyra leaned in to her ear to whisper something to her.
“Just give me a chance and I’ll prove that this can work.” Lyra whispered very suggestively into Bon Bon’s ears.
Bon Bon felt her body start to shake in excitement, her legs starting to feel like jelly. Lyra purposely nuzzled behind Bon Bon’s ear with her nose while softly rubbing her hooves around her body as if massaging her. Lyra purposefully rubbed other spots of Bon Bon’s body more deeply where she knew would bring a form of pleasure to her. Bon Bon let out a moan of absolute delight from the feeling being created all around her body, but realising she may be giving in to Lyra’s efforts like temptation, she attempted to keep her mouth shut by biting her lip; but other parts of her body weren’t so controllable as she began to succumb to Lyra’s efforts. Bon Bon’s muscles relaxed and she began to feel a moist feeling around her marehood. She’d never actually been in any situation where her body would do what it was doing, but she had no hopes that the feeling would stop.
The muscles around her moistening clit were all reacting in different ways as she became more aroused. The outer skin started to feel odd in the way that it was soft but erecting to open her vagina, while the inner muscles started to follow up the body motion by protruding the pink wet flesh beneath it; just the feeling was putting Bon Bon in a state of pure bliss, but she felt embarrassed that this was happening. She’d never been sexually aroused properly before, and found it hard to believe that it was her lifelong best friend causing it. She tried to conceal her pelvic region as best as possible to avoid embarrassing herself further, but Lyra had already surveyed the fruits of her handiwork.
She picked up on the overall scent Bon Bon was giving off from the mix of her usual sweet scent, sweat, and moist natural lubrication now surrounding her marehood, and from Bon Bon’s expressions and reactions to some of the ways she toyed with her and touched her body, that she hadn’t been in this sort of situation before.
“You don’t need to hide yourself Bon Bon, you clearly like what’s happening, so why fight it?” Lyra whispered bringing her own lips hardly an inch from Bon Bon’s. Bon Bon trembled as Lyra’s voice sent chills of sexual delight down through her body. She started to consider that she might be ready to take a drastic step into something new, and found it extremely hard to deny that she was in a very undeniably horny state.
Bon Bon stared right into Lyra’s eyes waiting for her to make a move, being close enough to nuzzle each other’s noses. Right when Bon Bon closed her eyes, waiting for the action that could change her life, Lyra began to feel that it may not be right to take advantage of Bon Bon just by getting her aroused. Nothing would be special for either of them if she didn’t want it, and she knew there was no going back now that they were this far into everything. Taking Bon Bon by surprise, Lyra slumped back away a bit and put her hoof on Bon Bon’s shoulder.
“Just tell me first... do you want this?” Lyra asked staring deeply into Bon Bon’s eyes.
Bon Bon was in a rather awkward position now. She knew Lyra wanted her to say yes, and she was getting keener on the idea, but she was lost for words. She respected that Lyra gave her the choice, but didn’t have to think for very long. Bon Bon made up her mind; she was ready to try something new, and she believed Lyra wasn’t the type of friend that would let her down. Bon Bon completely caught Lyra off guard, pulling her into a deep kiss. Lyra was stunned for the first few seconds, but upon realising that her hopes had become reality she became absolutely delighted. They connected passionately and became quickly enthralled in the moment.
Their lips moved in unison to suit the others meeting the same level of intensity, igniting more purity in the blazing romance blooming between the pair. Their tongues met and danced around each other’s marvelling in the unspoken connection shared in the incredible kiss. Lyra gently started to move over towards the couch, ushering Bon Bon with a tap and pulling her along with her. She didn’t dare break the kiss though; it was far too much of a precious moment to abruptly end.
Upon reaching the couch Lyra pulled Bon Bon close into her forearms without even momentarily disturbing the intense passion in her kiss. Lyra lifted one hoof to the cushions of the couch, and pulled them both off one by one tossing them behind Bon Bon, aligning them into a sizeable bed shape, before moving Bon Bon backwards gently towards them. She returned her hooves to the sensitive areas of Bon Bon’s back, and began to massage them again, exciting Bon Bon even more, relaxing any nervous tension the conversation had been causing.
Suddenly, in one swift motion Lyra swept Bon Bon off her hooves, spinning her around and catching her quite quickly breaking the kiss just for moment. Bon Bon seemed a little startled at first but smiled and continued kissing Lyra who slowly laid Bon Bon onto the plush makeshift bed of cushions. Lyra never wanted the kiss to end, and clearly from the amount of enthusiasm returned on Bon Bon’s part, she too was enraptured in the romantic embrace, but Lyra was keen for things to progress, as she laid herself gently on top of Bon Bon she could feel her wet marehood starting to moisten hers. She pulled back momentarily and moved her mouth to Bon Bon’s ear.
“Now let me show you what I can offer you pleasure wise.” Lyra whispered into Bon Bon’s ears, eliciting an excited shiver and gasp from Bon Bon.
Lyra started to slowly slide her way down Bon Bon’s body, lightly kissing her chest and abdomen on the way down to her destination. Bon Bon’s legs were elevated more and more as she became more excited with Lyra’s descent. Lyra stopped at Bon Bon’s wet fur around her still moistening clit, and to get a few early moans, tickled the fleshy pink labia protruding from her pussy with her tongue.
Just that simple act sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Bon Bon’s body like electric shocks. She let out a gasp as the tickling started to bring even more fluid to her already dripping marehood. Lyra had some extensive knowledge about a mare’s other sensitive points, and was quite prepared for the next part of her plan. Lyra kissed the flesh around the inside of Bon Bon’s thighs and worked her way into the middle, while rubbing Bon Bon’s flank around her cutie mark, receiving light moans of enjoyment from Bon Bon.
Lyra began to concentrate more on Bon Bon’s marehood licking at her outer labia, relishing in the taste of her juices flooding through her coat. If Bon Bon had been lost for words before, she was now rendered beyond speechless by what was happening. It was everything amazing, confusing and perfect at the same time, and even if she did have anything to say, it would have never made its way from her lips unless it could combat the loud coos and ardent moans that were ever so constant in the sexual pleasure she was experiencing, but she didn’t even think it could get any better until Lyra started to nuzzle deeper into her folds.
Lyra lapped up the juices starting to flow from the soft inner folds of Bon Bon’s pussy, marvelling in her sex juices, causing herself to become moist as she continued the sex act. She explored Bon Bon’s pussy to the best extent her tongue could get, and if it was exciting Bon Bon enough, she dug her nose in further to get deeper. She knew a particular spot just at the top of her clit that would surely have Bon Bon screeching in pleasure, but she wanted to build the pleasure up first, instead of rushing it.
Lyra noticing Bon Bon was slowly reaching climax point by the gain in intensity and increasingly more frequent moans, and decided it was time to give her a big finish. While continuing to lick at her wet fleshy pink folds Lyra began to move out of Bon Bon’s vagina, and moving her tongue up to a small round nub like area underneath a thin flap of flesh. Just the feeling of Lyra tickling it with her tongue sent jolts of electric pleasure through every vein in her body. Bon Bon’s legs were high in the air and she was beginning to thrust her hips into Lyra’s face as the pleasure built. Lyra continued lick at the spot, occasionally sticking her tongue under the flap of skin and licking it very fast, before returning to the centre and sucking at Bon Bon’s pleasure point.
Bon Bon was thrusting like crazy as she approached her climax, even pushing Lyra’s head deeper into her wet folds to speed up the process, desperate to escalate the feeling to maximum pleasure. She kept one hoof on Lyra’s head while using the other to rub at the wet fur at the top of her clit as furiously as she could without hurting herself. Lyra licked as much of Bon Bon’s clit as she could before the inevitable climax, and readied herself for it, realising that Bon Bon probably wouldn’t end up controlling her first orgasm very well.
Bon Bon started to screech instead of moaning, and was sweating like crazy. She was panting harder and harder, rubbing the top of her wet pussy as fast as her arm would allow. It was only seconds away now; Bon Bon could feel it coming. Lyra could tell just as much feeling the walls of Bon Bon’s vagina starting to contract.
“Lyra! I think I’m about to, ahhhhh!” Bon Bon let out one final loud screech of pure amazing pleasure as her muscles started to contract, and the gooey white fluid of her orgasm flushed out. Lyra could feel the change as Bon Bon’s whole body convulsed with the feeling and closed her eyes to avoid the juices about to flood around her face. That didn’t stop her from lapping up some of the sticky liquid anyway, savouring in the results of her efforts.
Bon Bon still feeling the stiffness in her legs, from her first orgasm started to feel her legs lower around Lyra’s head. She was panting for air that she had lost in her final massive screech, and was finding it almost impossible to move as her muscles relaxed from the strain of putting so much into helping Lyra reach her goals for her. Lyra raised her face from Bon Bon’s messy white pussy, wiping the sex juices of her face on the cushion to the side of Bon Bon’s body. For one more little added tickle of pleasure, Lyra lit up her horn with a small spark and tapped it on the top of Bon Bon’s clit, sending another massive surge of orgasmic stimulation through Bon Bon’s body. Bon Bon felt her whole body go numb with pleasure and more fluid started to dribble out of her soaking wet marehood.
Lyra quite proud of her efforts allowed herself to finally rest and gather some much needed air, from only having been able to breathe at small intervals. She laid herself gently on top of Bon Bon and kissed her cheek.
“How... how was that?” Lyra asked panting for air. Bon Bon couldn’t respond though, being caught up in the pleasure and worn out feeling the orgasm had left her in. Instead she responded bringing Lyra’s lips to her own and stroking her mane. Lyra parted the connection for just a moment.
“I’ll stay with you till the end, I promise.” Lyra said kissing Bon Bon again, before Bon Bon broke the kiss to reply.
“And I’ll stay with you to the end. Together forever.” Bon Bon replied, staring deep into Lyra’s unbreakable gaze.
“Together forever.” Lyra replied pulling Bon Bon into the most meaningful heartfelt hug either of them had ever experienced in their lives.
***
Lyra’s heart was wrenching at the thought of the night. She couldn’t focus on anything properly with every corner of her thoughts filled with memories of her and Bon Bon, and every fibre of her being craving her hugs again. Furious with herself she levitated the knife back over to her neck, but couldn’t bring herself to go any further than cutting a space big enough for a drop of blood to escape. She threw it aside again, and got up intent on making the pain go away, walking into another room.
Bon Bon was about to approach Ponyville station, after that she just had to get across town to the house she and Lyra shared. She shed her share of tears remembering the amazing night Lyra and her had shared, praying that Lyra would be waiting for her when she got back, just so that she could feel her touch again, and apologise for everything. The sun started to make its descent as the train announced the 8 minute warning.
Lyra had entered a supply closet in the spare room of the house, and found a lengthy inch thick rope. Lyra didn’t focus on the length, knowing what she was going to use it for only made her want to throw it away. She stumbled back into the main room of the building, and looked up at the light bolted into the ceiling. She closed her eyes and grimaced at the thoughts of what was coming, while she used her magic to the only available extent she could to tie the rope to the light. She stood there for a few moments unwilling to move.
The train carrying Bon Bon finally pulled into the station, and Bon Bon wasted no time in running off of it, and speeding into the town.
Lyra looked at all the wooden remains of the bench, and without anymore thoughts, used her magic to fashion them into a tall wooden object hardly capable of supporting herself. Though in her state it was out of her ability, Lyra forced the end of the rope hanging down to knot into a loop, large enough to put a watermelon through. Letting it hang loose, she levitated herself up, with a large amount of concentration that her mind was reluctant to allow her, and placed herself above the poorly structured wooden frame, and levitated the loop around her neck, pulling the knot towards her spine by capturing it in her magic, as best she could, until it begun to sting her throat.
Bon Bon could see the house in the distance, and kept hoping that her beloved Lyra would still be there waiting for her.
Lyra let more tears shed, holding the whole structure together in her magic.
Bon Bon approached the window to the main room, but upon looking through the wide space in the blinds, was horrified to see Lyra standing on a large wooden frame with a rope around her neck. Without a second thought she called out to her.
“LYRA NO!” She screamed running for the door.
Lyra’s ears perked up. ‘Could that have been, Bon Bon?’ Lyra’s sudden change in attention led her to forget about holding her magic focus, and the foundation of wood holding her up quickly smashed beneath her. Failing to snap her neck like Lyra had hoped the noose would work, she was suspended in the middle of the air from the floor to the roof choking, and frantically throwing her hooves around trying to escape.
Bon Bon bashed on the door as hard as possible, but it wouldn’t open. Not willing to be held back by the object she furiously threw her body at it with an almighty shove and galloped into the main room, but discovered she was too late. The support frame had fallen. She frantically began to look around for something tall enough to put under her legs, but nothing was in sight. Bon Bon desperate to save her fast dying love threw herself under her and stood on her back hooves, using her fore-hooves to support Lyra as best she could, only to discover from sputters and coughs that the rope was too tight for it to matter how low or high Lyra was suspended.
Lyra continued to frantically dig at the rope with her hooves. All that flashed through her mind as everything above her neck started to feel numb was regret; regret that she had let her own selfish depressions ruin everything.
“Bon Bon! I’m sorry!” She tried to choke out, but it hardly sounded like weak sputters.
“Lyra don’t give up on me now! I need you to stay with me!” Bon Bon said continuing to hold her up hoping it would make a difference in the pressure on her neck. But Lyra could feel that the knot had tightened up more and clamped around her throat letting hardly any air out. Bon Bon desperately thought of things she could do to save her, and spotted a knife in the corner of the room.
“Hold on Lyra!” she said, gently lowering her before running off to grab the knife. Lyra continued to try and get air into her lungs, but she was almost beyond the point where it would matter. She felt as if every vein on her face was bulging while they stung with pain. Her vision started to blur, as her eyes became filled with horrible bloodshot lines spanning through them. Bon Bon stood right in front of Lyra and with the best possible aim she could manage under the stress, flicked her head and tossed the knife. As if blessed with the luck of a marks-mare, she struck the rope at the base of the light were it hung down, just enough to sever it on a thread. Lyra continued to choke, and hardly noticed what was happening. Her vision had blurred completely, and she could taste blood and smell it in her sinuses. The whole situation was the most painful displeasuring experience; the foul taste was gargling in her throat, unable to descend down her squeezed throat.
The rope started to give way under Lyra’s weight on its thread still remaining, and just as Lyra thought she was finished, the rope snapped. Bon Bon raced under Lyra and caught her, laying her back to a comfortable position. The sudden jolt snapped enough attention into Lyra to give her a few more seconds of life, as unpleasant as it remained. Bon Bon noticed that even now that nothing pulled the rope, it was still choking her. Acting on instinct Bon Bon raced over to the knife, grabbing it, before very carefully returning and cutting the rope behind Lyra’s neck, using her hooves to further part it as she neared the base. Lyra felt relief as the strain on her neck was parted, she gasped for a breath of air, but her throat was horribly damaged; the blood in her airway restricted a large amount of air, or was carried down with what did make it through. Her vision barely returned and Lyra started to feel cold. She began to cough up large amounts of blood, and her aqua shade, started to whiten.
Bon Bon laid her marefriend’s head on her lap and sat next to her, stroking her mane. Tears were pouring out of her eyes. She’d never seen Lyra in a more sickening condition, and never imagined such a state would befall someone so beautiful.
“Lyra, its ok... you’re going to be ok,” Bon Bon said comfortingly, trying to reassure herself and Lyra that everything would be ok. “I’m so sorry; I should never have left you.”
Lyra through all her pain, started to paint a vague image of Bon Bon’s face above her. Tears started to fill her eyes, but they came out red, as if filled with blood. She choked out a sentence as she grew colder, hoping that Bon Bon would understand her.
“It’s... not, your... fault.” Lyra choked sputtering blood everywhere as she spoke.
“No Lyra, it is! This wouldn’t have happened!” Bon Bon cried understanding her perfectly.
Lyra weakly raised her hoof into the air, and Bon Bon grabbed it in her own immediately. She could feel in her leg how cold she was; she was almost gone.
“I... love you... Bon Bon... don’t... blame yourself... Together... till the... end.” Lyra finished, requiting the vow they made on the night of their fondest memory. Bon Bon kept holding Lyra’s arm, speechless, as it went limp. The only sound that filled the room was the faint hiss of air leaving Lyra’s cold, lifeless body.
It took Bon Bon almost two minutes to realise what had just happened; two minutes to try and figure out if she was having a nightmare, or if her marefriend had really just died in her arms. She was unable to voluntarily move, with her body involuntarily shaking. Lyra’s cold body hissed and let a small dribble of blood run down her chin and onto Bon Bon’s hooves. Something inside her snapped, before the unbearable, depressing truth hit her.
“Lyra...” she asked shaking her limp body.
“Lyra!” she called out shaking her body harder.
“Lyra! Lyra! NO! Lyra! Please! Don’t leave me! Lyra!” She screamed her own tears mixing into the blood on the floor.
“Together till the end! The end doesn’t have to be now! Lyra!” She screamed again, holding her marefriend’s head to her chest and cradling her while she cried.
“Why?! Lyra...” Bon Bon cried, feeling her own body go limp on top of Lyra’s.
Bon Bon cried for what felt like hours to her; the pain and distress never seemed to end. It wasn’t until she lifted her head up that she saw a gleam in the corner of the room. Focussing through the water blurred vision she had currently been left with, Bon Bon saw the knife she’d cut Lyra down to ground level with. Bon Bon couldn’t think straight as she watched the gleaming metal, tempting her to make the pain end. She looked down at her dead love, and back at the knife.
Still shaking, she brought herself to walk over to the knife, and picked it up in her mouth, before walking back to Lyra’s still laying body. She dropped next to her and looked from her to the knife, several times, before she stopped, looking directly at the blade she held between her hooves.
“Together till the end.” She said before bringing the knife to her throat.