My name is Bon Bon. My name is Sweetie Drops. I am a reasonably successful baker. I am a disgraced secret agent. I have wonderful friends that I can fall asleep next to. I wake up screaming as I remember the friends I left behind. I am a bystander. I could beat those monsters seven ways to Sunday in time for breakfast. I am content. I am miserable.

Being two ponies is hard enough. But I can remember when it was worse. I remember the pony I was before Sweetie Drops. I remember Lemon Light.

This is her story. This is my story.

Their story.