Bon-Bon goes to anger management.

By: Wafflemuffin

|Prologue|

“Calm, that’s right, just a deep breath… one, two…”

A beige pony stood outside the doorway to her basement, puffing out her chest in preparation to what dismay would lay behind the wooden door. The house was in a horrible mess; dirty linen, dishes, food scraps, books and scattered papers that covered the carpeted floors, making it difficult to navigate through the living room. The papers were worst of all, nothing but sketches of these things that Lyra had obsessed over for years. It had become concerning, creepy almost…

Bon-bon would sometimes find Lyra standing in a bipedal stance in front of the bathroom mirror, just staring at herself in a proud position. Well, today was the day that it would come to an end! Bon-bon had tolerated a lot of her marefriend's strange hobbies and spontaneous activity swings, but this time it had gone too far.

“Three!”

Bon-bon pushed the door open hard enough for the hinges to crack as it slammed against the wall behind it. Oops, a little too hard. She stood proud as she was going to put her hoof down! Lyra’s obsession had intensified in the last week, resulting in important chores being quite neglected. Even Bon-bon’s prized little garden out the front of their quaint two storey home, had become victim to the violating grasp of ravenous snails and aphids! All because of these, bloody, FUCKING CELESTIA DAMNED- Ahem! She could not afford to lose her cool now, even if Lyra did allow the destruction of Bon-bon's pride and joy. One of the few things outside her baking skills she could show off to the neighbors...

Bon-bon cantered down a narrow set of wooden plank stairs, coming to a sudden halt to the sound of… welding? BY LUNA’S MOON NO! The beige pony’s eye twitched hard enough to send a whole spasm through her body, and she galloped towards a sight that would put a carriage workshop to shame. Her nervous twitch returned as her fears were confirmed: spotting the unmoving legs of her love poking out from underneath her work.

Give Lyra an instrument and she would play it, sure. No harm done and everypony is happy, right? Give her a power tool and… Fff… why don’t you just give Cherilee some Applejack Daniels whiskey and latex S&M equipment before she goes to work, HUH!?  She blinked at her sanity chiseling thought... Oh my…

Once again, Bon-bon had to shake away the thoughts that were boiling inside of her. It was becoming quite daunting to be even a tiny bit annoyed, since it now constantly escalates into a violent rage that made her teeth hurt from the sub-conscience grinding. Always bottling it all in.

Regardless of Bon-bon’s odd temper, she approached a large steel contraption, fitted with four wheels and looking quite similar to the Flim Flam brother’s vehicle that came rolling into town that one fateful day of the cider event.

“Lyra?” She spoke out, her voice croaking as she failed to make a tone of authority.

Needless to say, the mint green pony laying under the large metallic contraption with only her hind legs exposed and with a magical welder on at full blast, she didn’t hear her marefriend.

“Lyra?” Bon-bon tried again, this time more successful in her stern, yet not angry voice.

…

“Lyra!” Once again.

Lyra's only response was just a few more sizzles of the metallic sheets or pipes, or WHATEVER was being put together. And oh, how Bon-bon could feel the kettle in her body start to whistle, her face becoming red and hot like steaming pot.

“…Lyra, sweetie?” She spoke as soon as the crackling sounds of the welder paused. The perfect window of opportunity to sound so helpless, meek and in dire need for a cuddle…

A moment of silence passed, staring pensively at the cute hind legs of her partner, waiting in suspense for some sort of reaction. Then finally they moved, but sadly only for Lyra to scratch her flank with a small grumble of annoyance, the welding starting up again at full blast.

And there Bon-bon stood, just staring at Lyra as she was lost in her own little world with humans, again…

Feeling like she didn't exist crushed her. She had been pushed around so much, ignored, under-appreciated, overworked. Finding herself constantly scavenging for bits when Lyra would be too lazy to play out in the park for tips! All those bills that ended in the overdue pile were enough to drive a pony mad. But Bon-bon always forced a smile in these harsh times, whispering sweet nothings to her marefriend that things would be OK. But the word 'stressful' was an understatement to Bon-bon's life. It had all bottled up, for three long years, and now the bottle was about to blow.

Her eyes and small frown soon began to wash over with a sinister-no, wicked-NO, downright demon possessed expression. Eyes twitched in rapid rhythms, her lips curving into a wide grin, then out to a fang-like bearing look of aggression. Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling as she started to hyperventilate.

And then it happened. She bit her bottom lip...

"Fffff........FFFUUUUU"

A radio blared with static before the low voice of a mature mare could be heard. She began speaking with various numbers before detailing the whereabouts of various police units across Ponyville. Bon-bon and Lyra’s home were one of the… hot spots, with various law enforcement units at the scene. A police carriage and numerous bystanders stood by, watching the domestic violence unfold.

“Suspect is in custody, pair a’ filly foolers, got a live one down here. We’re heading back to the station soon as we get her in the wagon” A police stallion at the scene muttered into the radio piece, conveniently clipped near his shoulder. He looked less than enthusiastic, shaking his head once the violent pony from inside the residence was being dragged out.

He and a few other officers at the scene created a pony wall, so bystanders wouldn’t get so close. At the same time, all the residents were in an uproar of chatter amongst themselves. They didn’t have a clue what was going on in that perfect coupl-

“I’ll FUCKING cut you, bitch! Get your hooves off of me! Don’t you know who I am!? NO! Put me down this INSTANT!“

Bon-bon flailed out her hind legs, with her forelegs cuffed and her whole body suspended in air by the combined magic of two unicorn officers walking out the doorway. Both officers were completely ignoring her volatile and violent behavior. Well, it was just another day in Ponyville. Her hair was a total mess, and mare oh mare, did she have a mouth on her! Mothers covered the ears of their young, shaking their heads in utter disgust to the beige pony's outbursts.

“LYRA! Get the fuck out here! Don’t you dare call my father about this! I swear to Celestia if you- Hey! Put that down!”

The officers threw Bon-bon into the back of the jail carriage, slamming and locking it with one deft motion of their magic. It was a nonstop profanity filled fiesta, with the beige pony screaming and cursing in the back of the carriage, slamming her body left and right in the confines of her arrest.

“YOU CUNTS!” She shouted as she kept playing pinball with herself.

The crowd of onlookers gasped at the words of the well-known-to-be polite and quiet mare. Quite frankly everpony was more surprised that out of all the potential, mentally unstable ponies that lived among the community, Bon-bon was the one to be carted off like this?!

A shaking and sobbing Lyra sat in her un-pony like position in the back of an ambulance. She quivered with a blanket tightly wrapped around her frame, staring into empty space as the moments that had just occurred, replayed over and over again in her mind. Nurse Redheart sat beside her with a clipboard, nonchalantly taking notes of Lyra’s condition and her assumptions on what she could gather.

“Hmmm, so you say she’s never been like this before?”

“N-No, never, we’ve known each other for so long, and Bon-bon has never EVER” Lyra slammed her hoof on the door of the ambulance, emphasizing her shock “Done something like this… She just lost it, and destroyed the whole basement!”

“Mmhm…” Nurse Redheart seemed to look more occupied with the sight of her writing. Mumbling the words with the pencil in her lips, she spit out the pencil to speak once more, to herself more than Lyra. “Bon-bon, age, 20 years old, no foals, parents from Manehattan, works as both an independent baker and confectioner for hire.” She glanced to Lyra, eyes narrowing as if Lyra was quite hard to look at, and sighed before she continued “Partner is a musician, active hobbyist… Yep, a ticking time bomb.”

Now only fate would decide what would happen to the cream colored pony. Still putting up a fight as the carriage was soon carted away to Ponyville police headquarters. Lyra just could not bear the sight of watching Bon-bon go, keeping her eyes pointed downwards.

“Anger management?!” Bon-bon shrieked, standing before the judge. She had spent a whole night in jail and looked like an absolute mess, looking as if she, Well… spent a whole night in jail!

Previously she had woken up to have a very brief interview with a psychologist in her cell. She was prodded with numerous amounts of personal questions that put her on edge. The inquiries were quite invasive, involving the more intimate parts of her life, with work, Lyra and her community participations, plus family and other friends.

Tripping over her own words, Bon-bon was still trying to come to terms with what happened last night, barely even able to remember this ‘night of terror’ as the judge so coolly put it. But a swing of the gavel later, Bon-bon was placed in an anger management program, or else she would have to face a heavy fine, possibly jail!

“…Oh, fuck…” Bon-bon’s voice squeaked under her breath, lowering her head in shame as she was ushered off by a bailiff and out onto the streets of Ponyville.

Her hair was a mess, the streaks of her two different colors swirling into a look of bubblegum stuck under a school desk. She sighed to her predicament, but perked her head up once she heard the hoofsteps of her marefriend approach.

They both stood a few pony-lengths apart, unable to make eye contact. An awkward moment dawned onto them for the first time since they first met, but sure enough, Lyra finally broke the silence.

“Hey…”

“Hi…”

Before the silence could return and linger on further, Bon-bon spoke up. Her eyes welling up with tears, guilt riddled on her fatigued face.

“Oh, Lyra! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me, I’ve never have lost my composure like that before, please forgive me! I’ll never do-“

“Bonnsy… It’s OK… Its sorta my fault too, you know?” Lyra cut her off, rubbing the back of her mane with uncertainty.

Bon-bon just wanted to hug her marefriend, but she also feared the reaction Lyra might have if she stepped towards her. It was painful, to say the least. Dark circles started to appear near Bon-bon’s hooves, a soft sob barely able to be heard once Bon-bon hid her face in shame.

Without a word, Lyra closed the distance between them, hugging the beige pony with both forelegs wrapping around Bon-bon’s neck. Bon-bon could do nothing more but bawl her eyes out for a few minutes, murmuring soft apologies and promises it wouldn’t happen again. After a couple more minutes, the two of them pulled away from the hug and smiled to each other, gazing into the pairs of irises they love so-

“WOO! Saw you on COPS last night Bon-bon! FIGHT THE POWER!” A flamboyant Rainbow Dash soared overhead, her flight that sliced up the air was enough to catch the couple’s attention, and her words making their maws gape and hit the ground, just as she flew off in a blur of a rainbow trail.

“C-Cops!?” They repeated in unison, quickly realizing that many of the residents of Ponyville were engrossed in their closeness in public, quick to turn their gazes away once they took notice of the onlookers… They must have been watching TV last night.

It was one thing that their neighborhood saw the display of domestic violence, but being on Equestria TV network!? The hit of overwhelming embarrassment came hard, and the both of them wanting to just skip town, change identities! Maybe even dye the color of their manes, whole furs if they had to!

A sudden slap of Lyra’s flank had the two of them yelp, both turning to meet the eyes with a very intoxicated Berry Punch who was walking- well staggering, away the court, having followed Bon-bon out. She was always so affectionate when she was inebriated, which was 90% of the time…

“Heya Bonsy, hey Laylay, keepin’ that flank sexy as ever I see. Hyuck…” A laugh stammered at her tongue before bellowing out in a guffaw. It was enough to have Bon-bon’s familiar rage start to violently twitch at her eye again. Did you just touch MY mare!? The already built up stress in Bon-bon's psyche was at a breaking point, and she growled at Berry.

"You... fucking-"

“Papers say yer group therapy classss…” Berry said, interrupting Bon-bon’s seething words “starts tommaraw… Seeya then!!”  She gave a flail of her hoof to wave goodbye, trotting off in some random direction.

“Group’ therapy?” The couple repeated in unison. It was shocking to both the mares that watched Berry stagger off, bumping her nose into a tree and cursing before she disappeared behind a bush. Most likely blacking out and sleep in it, quite classy!

Lyra was the one most concerned with the mention of psychiatric help rather than having her flank spanked. Would her mooching days finally come to an end!?

“Y-You have to go to group therapy?!”

“Y-Yes! Well, no! The judge said it was just anger management!”

“With ponies like her!?” Lyra gave a disgusted look, thinking just what sort of nut cases her love would be surrounded by.

“I KNOW! SHUTUP! Luna, fucking DAMMIT! I know… I know…” Bon-bon trailed off, disgusted with her outburst that caused Lyra to flinch, just as she feared.

They had to suck it up. They've been through worse, like Discord and all. But will this strange beast of bubbling rage that once slumbered within Bon-bon be too much for their relationship to handle? And who are the other ponies that are going to be in tomorrow's session? There was only one way to find out. But for now, the both of them shared a look of uncertainty.

"...Angry sex?" Lyra suggested after a pause with a blank expression.

"Yes. Now" Bon-bon slapped Lyra's flank, ushering her towards the direction of their still dirty home, about to reek of something else.

Author’s notes: Big thanks to alafreo for proof reading/editing this! This chapter would not be as good without you!

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