Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 1: Smiles and *BLEEP*ing sunshine!

My name is Bon-bon...

I'm not sure what just happened, it all happened so fast. Somehow I've just been thrown into some therapy system with one of the most obnoxious mares in all of Ponyville. I have a splitting headache, I really hope this blows over soon.

I hope my mother wasn't watching TV last night...

By Celestia’s gift, the sun had risen. The warmth of the solar rays soaked into the vast greenery of Sweet Apple Acres. Soon the light of the new day would be hitting the windows of Ponyville homes, accompanied by a song of celebration from the birds that stretched awake from their nests. It was a beautiful morning, Saturday morning to be exact. On these days of such solace, the early morning would welcome the hard working ponies whom worked tirelessly to bring the fruits –and vegetables, of their labor to the market.

Carriages big and small were carted closer towards the market grounds, just off to the side of town square. For any pony that had the will to tear away from their sheets, they would be rewarded with the options of either juicy organic foods, or freshly baked sweets. Sugar Cube Corner was one of few places that would be open on a Saturday. After all, how would some ponies be able to function without their hits of intense sugary goodness? One Pegasus in particular…

“Mmmmmuffin!” A wall eyed, grey Pegasus fluttered about above the roofs of Ponyville. Making an unnecessary, “Om nomnom,” as she bit down on one of her many muffins she held between her foreleg and chest.

Her eyes closed as her cheeks became full in the sweet, warm taste of freshly baked blueberry muffins tantalizing her taste buds. Giggling madly in mid-flight, her joy caused her to spiral with her wings at full span. She moaned as she chewed, gulped, then took in a whole other muffin. Saturdays were just perfect.

“Mnnff, mn, Thish batch o’ muffimz sure ah tashtier th- mnn ushual-“

WHAM

Her face and the chewed up muffin in her mouth splattered across Lyra and Bon-bon’s bedroom window.

Lyra sprung onto her hindquarters in mid gasp from the alarming noise, freezing just as she reached her sitting position with a loud audible popping noise resonating from her lower back. She let out a strained yell, falling back onto the mattress, looking as though she threw out her back. By now, Ditzy Doo had disappeared from the window, leaving the remnants of muffin paste across the glass.

“Ow! Owie ow! Ouhh… My back!” Lyra whined as she remained in fetal position, her back facing Bon-bon who only moaned to her marefriend’s plight, barely even stirring from the disturbing noises. She was quite deep sleeper!

But just as all seemed to quiet down, a sudden pillow smacked Bon-bon’s head, then again just to ensure she would wake.

“Bonnsy! Wake up! Hey!” Lyra said, having struggled to turn and grab a pillow by the corner, swiveling her head furiously to pelt the cream colored pony awake. Still too hindered by her sudden pain to do much else but play whack-a-mole with Bon-bon.

“Rah, Lee-rah, shut up…” Bon-bon grumbled through a snoring like tone, her underneath of her eyes heavy with bags of sleep depravity. She shielded her bubblegum colored hair and ears with her own pillow futilely, not doing any good as Lyra continued.

“You’re gonna be late for the group thingy! It’s twenty-past-eight already!” Lyra gestured over to their bedside digital clock. Its sea green colors matching Lyra’s fur, even the numbers that read a lit up 8.21am was in sync with her.

Her alarming words caused a sudden jolt of energy. Bon-bon kicked her legs out from underneath the sheets, cursing as she stood onto all fours before leaping from the mattress and across the room. The bounce of her leap caused the springs inside the mattress to wobble enough to make Lyra fall off the edge of the bed with a yelp. She hit the ground hard with a thud, their peach colored carpet now becoming her new bed.

“Bons?... BONS! I can’t get up, help!” Lyra wiggled her hind legs which was all she could muster with the crippling agony. She started dragging herself across the carpet with her front hooves towards the bathroom door her partner had disappeared to. By the time she reached the foot of the bed, she was exhausted, weighing her options of sleeping on the carpet or screaming. Sleeping sounded better.

Then the suite bathroom became home to a hygiene orchestra. Bon-bon spun the cold water on, blasting the sink to fill to the brim. She turned to their bathtub, leaning over towards the rack that contained her shampoo, just out of reach! She tumbled forward face first into the bathtub, giving a big hello to the soap dish! A sickening THUNK had rammed into Bon-bon’s eye socket, then she pulled her head back to scream with a hoof on her right eye.

“My eye! Oh fuck, my eye!” She held her eye, gasping and whining to the sting of the swelling starting to kick in through her morning numbness. Soon pulling herself out from the bathtub.

“Honey? What’s wrong? Did you fall into the bath-“

“Yes I fell!” Bon-bon snapped back to Lyra, swinging a hoof in frustration towards their bathroom door, unaware that the sink had overflowed.

Her free foreleg was first to touch the wet tiles of the bathroom floor. Slipping under her own bodyweight, she landed hard with a splash on her side. She cursed, having to let go of her aching eye to pull herself up with both hooves reaching up for the sink. And lo and behold did she see on her cute face, a black swollen eye. Oh no…

She stared at the stranger in the mirror, steadily rising onto her hind legs, supporting her bodyweight with her forelegs planted on the sink. Her hair was a mess and on top of that she had a black eye, bags from lack of sleep under both her eyes, and two lines of stress wrinkles besides her snout. Her lips curved, just about to burst into tears. Because on top of ALL that she had to go to group therapy, stooping to a low she never thought would find herself at. And right now she looked just like somepony who belonged in serious psychiatric care.

She gritted her teeth as the water kept overflowing to the tiled floor. Growling with her eyes tightly shut, and with a massive deep breath of air, she was about to blow a fuse! She dunked her head into the filled basin at the last second, submerging her head in water and letting out the loudest scream possible. The water bubbled violently, each ripple in the sink sending out the warped, muffled sound of her voice. The whole time, banging on the edges of the sink with her hooves as her lungs emptied. All her frustrations blasting out in one go, for now.

Soon she whipped her head out, although not with as much grace as a shampoo model would, damn that felt good. Her dripping wet mane flattened against her forehead, partially covering her bruised eye. As she took in her well needed breaths, she quickly took notice and beamed in a wide smile, taking advantage of her new temporary hair style. When life gives you lemons…

A few doses of hairspray, a whip of a comb and a minute later, Bon-bon exited the gauntlet of wet treachery that had once been the bathroom. Posing for Lyra in the most lady-like way she could muster, with her head turned and a foreleg raised. She had successfully managed to get a single fashionable bang of her hair covering her bruised eye.

“How do I look?” She questioned, quite pleased with herself with a seductive smirk tugging the corner of her lips.

The crippled sea green pony perked her head off the ground, wowing in amazement. Her gold irises twinkling in the sunlight as her lover stood before her.

“Wow, honey… You look fantastic!”

“Why are you on the ground?” It finally occurred to Bon-bon that her mint furred partner had not budged to give her usual doses of affection. Concern curved at her brow, cantering up Lyra and nudging her ribcage with her snout.

“I think you broke me-“

-BEEP BEEP BEEP-

The alarm shrieked its annoying sounds. Fortunately a certain somepony forgot to turn off the alarm for the weekend due to the prior day’s events. The clock read a flashing 8.30am, sparking urgency in Bon-bon’s demeanor.

“SHIT!” Bon-bon gasped, quickly slamming her lips onto Lyra’s unsuspecting pair in a wet, sloppy kiss. “MWAH! Love you, bye! Take care of the house!” A loud smooch noise later, Bon-bon was gone with the reassuring noise of their front door slamming closed, galloping hooves fading off in the distance.

“Love you, bye?” Lyra was left all by her lonesome, somewhat speechless from the sudden kiss. She dropped her head onto the carpet with a sigh, struggling to move her hind legs that lifted with great strain, groaning out loud before she limped, giving up. “What a start to the day…” She whispered to herself, staring towards the black screen of their turned off television.

Soon a rubber ducky started to swim across her vision, floating on a body of water that was stretching from the bathroom. Lyra’s mouth hung open, gasping at the faucet in the bathroom that was still on!

“BON-BON!”

South Ponyville Community Centre . A place where a good few social events are held, also a frequent hangout place for aspiring young musicians, athletes and small business owners to have their meetings. The halls were riddled in public bulletin boards. Papers covered every inch of the cork boards, few of the fliers were outdated and most of them were about small concerts and sporting events.

A certain galloping mare rushed through the halls, her speed alone creating a gust of wind that whipped up the papers, some of them flying off to litter the yellow tiled floor. She was fifteen minutes late, but reached the one door labeled ‘General room #8’ upon the stained privacy glass. Bon-bon gathered her courage with a deeper breath between her series of short pants.

OK, OK. Hair is good, eye covered, not really sweaty… Ok, you can do this Bon-bon, just a bump in the road…

And with a push of the door, she entered the room with a brave face.

She stepped forward, immediately being met with the eyes of five other ponies including the psychiatrist himself -not hard to spot with his clipboard and seated on the most comfortable looking seat. Two ponies in the room were very familiar, Berry Punch being a given. But a larger eyesore had Bon-bon’s expression dissolve, looking like a deer in a set of carriage head lights. Next to Berry punch, sat Big Macintosh.

Of all ponies…

Ponyville was one of those towns that somepony could know almost half the town by name. And in a lot of cases, be a friend of a friend of somepony you never met before.

“Ahh, Bon-bon is it? I’m Doctor Zap” The young coffee colored stallion with a silver mane glanced to the notes on his clipboard, flicking through a few pages before gesturing for her to come in. “Please take a seat, we were just about to start!” His mature yet energetic voice eased the beige pony’s worries of her tardiness, a skill quite useful in his field. That and his cutie mark was a perked pony ear, listening to sound waves.

A discrete sigh of relief left Bon-bon, trotting towards one of the empty velvet lounges between Berry Punch and a grey stallion with a canary yellow mane. It was quite a comfortable environment that exceeded Bon-bon’s expectations. Once she was a little more at ease, she took in her surroundings; soft furniture, a carpeted blue floor, hanging television on the wall and bookcases here and there near the windows. Quite different from what she had feared, which leant towards a room full of ruffians, swearing and cigarette ash.

“You made it” A much clearer voice of Berry punch greeted Bon-bon. Her eyes were not as dopey as they were yesterday. But then again she could be more hung over than intoxicated right now. Figures…

“Erm, y-yes I was just r-running late is all…” Bon-bon stuttered her words, noticing her hooves were shaking from her nerves. She darted her eyes towards the other ponies that were eyeing their new member, quickly tucking her hooves beneath her torso to hide her obvious panic. Calm, calm… breath, just calm down. She had just made it and already felt like her heart was about to leap out her chest.

The lounges were placed in a circle, enough room for personal space but at the same time close enough for a ‘connection’ as Zap would hope for. In the circle was of course the psychiatrist, then onto the blue stallion, the grey stallion, Bon-bon, Berry punch, a yellow winged mare with raindrops as her cutie mark and Big Macintosh in that order. There were two more empty seats, but Bon-bon thought nothing of it, more pre-occupied on her own state of mind and what was to come. She made a good first diagnosis all by herself though. Fuck, I’m a nervous wreck. The Doctor’s pencil scratched his papers as it levitated in his magic. After a few more seconds he levitated his things aside and broke the silence.  

“Alright everypony, good morning” He gave a sweet smile to his patients, in which in turn they replied with a “Good morning” in unison. Bon-bon staggered behind, new to their routine. He continued with his eyes settled towards Bon-bon “Miss Bon-bon? I’m sure you’re quite nervous and curious as to why you were sent to group therapy instead of a one on one councilor, yes?”

“Uhh, ahem, well yes. I didn’t know they did group therapy… for anger” She whispered the last words, always a mare that kept to herself and was terrible in expressing or talking about herself.

“Anger?” Doctor Zap repeated “Oh no, this isn’t a group therapy session for anger, miss Bon-bon.” The doctor replied with a lighthearted chuckle.

“It isn’t?” Bon-bon’s brow curved, perplexed at the stallion’s words.

“Not at all, this group focuses on ponies of different backgrounds, with different issues.” He gestured to the seated ponies around the room, all of them nodding in agreement as he continued his explanation “This program has been designed to give stallions and mares alike, comfort and confidence to know that others will understand. We hope to expand on that and help them come to terms with their situations.”

“I see… So I’m the only-“

“Here, Hugh Jelly has been one of our longest members, almost a whole year now.” He interrupted, pointing to the grey stallion seated next to Bon-bon, who offered a short wave.

“Hugh? Would you mind starting us off?” The psychiatric pony asked, grabbing hold of his pencil and clipboard once more.

Bon-bon was utterly dumbfounded; staring at Hugh besides her, noticing his cutie mark was a jar of jelly. I wonder what his problem is, Literally.

“He’s sexy huh?” Berry interjected with a whisper into Bon-bon’s ear, causing the nervous eye twitch of the poor stressed out pony to return. She desperately tried to ignore Berry, still quite miffed at her since yesterday. If you ever touch Lyra again, bitch. I swear I will end you… Bon-bon frowned hearing her thoughts swirling out of control, once again.

Tuning Berry out, Bon-bon forced a smile upon her lips, giving her undivided attention as well as the rest of the group to the grey stallion who cleared his voice. Speaking in a thick Appleloosian accent.

“Hi, I’m Hugh Jelly and I’ve been dry for seven months.” The grey stallion introduced himself, seated proudly as he announced his triumph of… dryness?

The other ponies including doctor Zap replied altogether “Hi, Hugh” Zap seemingly more enthusiastic than the rest, before the stallion could speak again. Wait, what, dry? Bon-bon felt this was already about to turn into a shitstorm for her.

“I used to be a business owner back in Appleloosa.” He explained, breathing out a sigh as he continued the story of his journey. “I made a name for me’self making the best dang jelly the place had seen in years. Come the time I had just started to export around Equestria.” Even for a patient that had been around for almost a year, he spoke with passion like it was his first time coming to terms with himself. “I was in the high life; fillies everywhere, properties, and money… lord the money, I had so much of it I practically gave it away in Las Pegasus.”

So far the story sounded a lot like something Bon-bon would watch on E-questria, True Trottywood Story. She gave a soft gasp to the mention of the reckless gambling, eagerly listening to the next portion of his sad story.

“I was proud that my jelly could make anypony feel good inside…” He took in a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment as he gave a long pause. It looked quite difficult for him to openly talk about it now, but pushed on. “One day, I started wondering how else could my jelly benefit other ponies. And on one cider and vodka driven night, I fell into a vat of my jelly…” He paused once more, bringing his hooves up to his face, staring at them as he continued along his dramatic tale “And I loved it,” his hooves started to shake, “The feel of jelly all over my body, in my mouth, my hooves…” He started to drool uncontrollably, almost foaming from ecstasy the mere thought gave him. His voice trailed off into muttered gargles, arousal washing over his demeanor, even going as far as rubbing his hooves feverishly over his body.

“Hugh!” Zap clopped his hooves together, snapping the jelly obsessed stallion out from his intoxicated trance.

“S-Sorry doc, SLURP. It’s just I almost had a slip up the other day” The grey stallion admitted, cringing to his own daunting lack of self control.

The other surrounding ponies offered warm, supportive smiles to Hugh. All except Bon-bon, staring wide eyed towards Hugh, speechless to the imagery and horrifying passion the stallion had. And who could blame her?

That is just SICK! Jelly? JELLY!? Oh Celestia, I think he made Lyra’s favorite jelly! Bon-bon shuddered as a flashback of Lyra forced its way into her vivid imagination. Her less-than-cooperative-mind was replaying the moments of her love scarfing over-exaggerated mountains of jelly sandwiches. The jelly stains on her lips and imagery of Hugh… touching himself in large bodies of purple jelly… Lyra’s favorite!

“I’m going to be sick…” She murmured to herself just below a whisper, hiding behind her mane as her stomach jumped.

Bon-bon was lost in her own churning thoughts, looking to the rest of the group with her mind galloping a mile a minute. Besides Berry and this weirdo, just what could possibly be up with Big Mac and that yellow mailmare I’ve seen around sometimes?

It was unsettling to realize just how badly messed up she must have been to end up in a place with such… strange ponies. Such skeletons one might have in their closet, it was so juicy, but so wrong!

“Bon-bon?”

“YES?” She jumped with an involuntary shriek in response, startled by Zap’s attempt to grab her attention.

All eyes fell onto Bon-bon, her erratic behavior even causing Berry Punch to give her quite a look over. But she could not help it, her heart was racing and cold sweat was dripping down her neck. Was it her turn now? Would she have to talk about herself now and admit she was some carted away nut case?! Celestia, strike me down now, PLEASE!

“Would you care to introduce yourself to the group?” The doctor followed up, seeing as Bon-bon was staring at the empty space before her eyes. “Tell us about yourself”

The moment of truth, the moment of dread. A cat had gotten Bon-bon’s tongue, tore it off, ate it, spat it out, mailed it, Ditzy lost it and was in a place that not even Pinkie pie’s fourth wall breaking habits could ever hope to find it. Her dry lips parted, her dry tongue hindering her first words to leave her, gulping and clearing her throat.

“I’m Bon-bon...?” She squeaked, closing her eyes tightly. the pressure racking up on whatever tiny bit of self confidence hid inside of her.

“Hi Bon-bon” The room of ponies responded, all with warm smiles. She opened an eye to her surprise, seeing the world had not crashed down and stomped on her multiple times.

Filled with a surge of confidence, the once anxious Bon-bon continued on with an embarrassed smile washing over her frown, “Y-Yeah, hi! Um, where to begin?”

She questioned herself, bringing a hoof up to her chin, tapping a few times before a dragged out “Well…” left her. The others leant forward in their seats in anticipation, that certainly didn't cause pressure now did it? Her ears perked up, sudden realization hit her. “Well you might not know this but you have probably all tasted my treats at one time.” She gave a sheepish smile, causing confusion amongst the others that exchanged glances between themselves. “W-What I mean to say is, I’m one of the town’s most popular bakers when events swing around. You know? Like Hearth’s Warming Eve?”

The group all nodded in understanding with a long winded “ohhh” that relieved Bon-bon just a little, lifting another thick layer of tension that was gnawing at her.

“Wonderful! So you’re a baker full-time Bon-bon?” The coffee colored stallion questioned. His tone was light and almost singing his inquiry towards the beige pony, who was now the center of attention.

“Full-time? Oh no, I certainly wish I was.” She replied but blinked as she did so.

I really do? Nopony has ever asked me what I really wanted to do for my career. She dismissed the realization, collecting herself as she continued, “Well I make my living by filling specialty orders and selling a variety of my things at the market on some days. I bake all variations of cakes, treats and sweets which are my specialty and something I just love doing.”

Her worried eyes still drifted between the surrounding ponies and her own hooves. The ever growing atmosphere of acceptance she was subconsciously hoping for was starting to become visible. It gave her strength on these foal steps into her therapy. But Bon-bon’s whole world was about to turn upside down and never be the same again.

“Such talent! I’m surprised you have not opened your own business.” The shrink stallion complimented on her feats, his words never carrying any hint of a disheartening tone. Actually meaning it.

The room mumbled in agreement to Doctor Zap's words, feeling like a big pat on the shoulder for Bon-bon. But next question he would ask would hit a nail that had been sitting on Bon-bon’s forehead for quite a long time, without her realizing it. So something like a Pony Pile Driver on EWF, Bon-bon hated wrestling but knew Lyra found it hilarious.

“And what are your other hobbies?” He peeked over his clipboard to watch Bon-bon’s reaction, but followed up quickly by rephrasing. “What does an avid baker do when she’s not checking to see if her muffins are ready, hm?”

What?

The question struck multiple areas of Bon-bon’s being. At first it sounded like he spoke in a different language, then like an insult. Her emotions come to a sudden halt, collapsing onto a pile of astonished feelings. Reality hit the poor beige pony hard, asking herself the exact same thing for the first time in her life. She was expressionless, still like a statue in the royal gardens (hopefully a fair bit away from Discord) with Doctor Zap’s question replaying over and over again, but in no way was it coaxing an answer.

I have a life, right? My baking is my hobby! And I keep a few flowers- well I used to.

Years worth of memories flashed by in seconds. Recalling the life of a shut-in filly, a life seemingly monotonous and lacking adventure. There was no fire or passion, no big risks or decisions made. Just a quiet filly who was always on the sidelines, lending an ear to others she considered friends before they left her in the shadows again. Baking with her auntie was one of few adventures she would manage to push herself towards, being in a familiar home with family, which was probably the reason why she got her cutie mark much later than others in her age group.

And Lyra… Meeting the sea-green pony was one of Bon-bon’s most amazing and memorable events she could recall. The two became quick friends when they met after one of Lyra’s performances with a group in Manehattan square. From there, the two found themselves holding hooves and lost in each others’ embrace, falling in love. And as always, love causes even the most well mannered ponies in all of Equestria to do crazy things, for a special somepony. And that one crazy act was in fact moving out of her parent’s home and finding a place to live with Lyra, which was the greatest and sadly, one of the very few great moments in Bon-bon’s life.

Am I so unfulfilled? Has my whole life been this boring?

“Bon-bon?... Booooon-bon?” Berry Punch waved a hoof across the frozen cream pony’s vision, clapping her hooves together a few times in the comatose Bon-bon’s ears.

The mortified pony was still lost in her own little world, for a whole five minutes. The class waited, gesturing their concern in silence between each other and their psychiatrist. Doctor Zap on the other hand waved a dismissive hoof, taking down notes every minute Bon-bon sat there on her hind quarters.

“I have an anger problem!” Out of nowhere, Bon-bon blurted out her confession to the class.

What am I doing?! She cursed internally, but did she really mean to do it? No, she had to! She needed to say it. She needed to spice up her life somehow, she could only be twenty years of age ONCE in her life and she was wasting it! Hell she already wasted so many weeks of doing nothing but her daily grind for the past three years. Lyra was the only thing keeping Bon-bon from being some sort of monotonous robot.

Doctor Zap blinked a few times in bewilderment, opening his mouth to speak but hesitating before some noise was able to leap off his tongue.

“Oh. Umm, great! That’s progress right there!” A chuckle was in tandem with his words, beaming with joy to the sudden passionate cry of her admitting that she needed help. Or so he thought.

The group clapped their hooves together to commemorate Bon-bon. She just sat there, frozen again in confusion. But wait, her spontaneous vocal uproar was a success! This wasn’t so bad now, was it? PROGRESS! Bon-bon’s lips curved into a happy smile, feeling her heart rate thumping in her head. Oh gosh, was I holding my breath?

“Hey! Wait just a darn minute… You have an anger problem?!” Berry spoke up. The joyous little commemoration for the beige pony came to a sudden, screeching halt. “I thought she had, like a sex addiction like Raindrops here.” She gestured to the yellow mare, causing the blue mane bearing pegasus to gasp, her wings opening to cover her blushing face.

“Berry!” Bon-bon snapped to the crude words of the alcoholic berry colored mare.

“Aw come on! You think anypony looks at Lyra’s ass and can resist-“

The class knew a variety of things about each other, some more obvious than others. Big Mac worked on sweet apple acres, Raindrops was a mailmare, Hugh was an entrepreneur and jelly fetishist! We all learn something new everyday and today's lesson was:

Don't fuck with Bon-bon.

“BERRY! Shut the fuck up! Or I swear to Luna’s fucking moon I will shove your whole body in a wine bottle and ram you inside Cranky Doodle’s asshole!” And oh, how the straw broke the camel’s back.

Bon-bon had a raised hoof to strike with teeth bearing in an intimidating stare-down. Snarling at the now whimpering Berry Punch, shrinking into a defensive ball with Bon-bon's blue eyes ablaze like the gates of Tartarus.

“Ahem”

Doctor Zap folded his forelegs at his chest, for the first time looking anything than chipper. Bon-bon noticed his throat clearing, turning her head to look towards the shocked group, their maws gaping open to the scene of a vicious mare that ripped its way out of Bon-bon.

“B-But!” Bon-bon rose her hooves up in a show of being a non-threat, desperately trying to explain herself.

“I think we’ll need to reschedule. Everypony, see you all on Wednesday” Zap instructed.

The class shot a glare towards the now deflated Bon-bon, lounging back on her seat as the others, as well as Doctor Zap stood and left. Berry Punch slipped away and ran out the moment she got the chance!

“Oh, and Bon-bon?” Doctor Zap paused mid step to look back to his new patient.

“Yes?...”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, North Ponyville Medical Centre.”

“Oh… OK” Bon-bon felt that her golden moments had been crushed, ground into dust and already blown off into the wind. I blew it… Her eyes looked down to the edge of her seat, giving a soft sigh of disappointment towards herself.

“Also, a bit of advice?” His tone returned to his usual light hearted one. Waiting for Bon-bon to lift her head before he continued, “Life is short. Would you rather be regretting what you didn’t do? Or looking back and saying how could you do such a thing?” With that said, the now cheery doctor left Bon-bon in the room by herself.

“Wait!” Bon-bon chased after him, wanting to say something, anything! Just so long as she could apologize. But as she reached the long corridor, he was nowhere to be seen, disappearing like some sort of enigma.

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After a long walk through town later, Bon-bon had arrived home, not announcing she had come back either. The front door closed behind her silently, strolling by the kitchen on the way to the staircase. She had passed Lyra who was actually washing the dishes in a levitating glow, ain't that a rare sight?

“Honey?” The apron sporting mint green pony called out, hearing hoof steps coming from the staircase.

Bon-bon was quiet, and when she was in one of these moods, it never meant anything good. Bon-bon was a quiet pony, sure. But when she was quiet, that just meant a whole other level of trouble. Of course, Lyra raced upstairs just in time to see Bon-bon flop face first onto their bed, her face disappearing in a pillow she landed on.

“Bonnsy? Is… everything OK?”

Not even a moment after Lyra asked, Bon-bon let off a scream that muffled into the pillow, still quite loud as she was venting out at full blast. It was a sight Lyra was not used to, she cringed before trotting up to her lover’s bedside and stroking a hoof along her back.

“Yeah... I’ll take that as a no?”

Alarmed by Bon-bon’s sobs that followed after the loud scream, Lyra comforted Bon-bon the best way she could. She hummed into her distraught marefriend’s ear, a soft tune that she would sing wordlessly when Bon-bon was having bad dreams.

After a few minutes, Bon-bon finally sat up onto her rear end, bawling as she explained all that had happened during her first and what she thought would be her last group therapy session. The whole story had Lyra speechless. But at the end of her whole story, the blubbering mess that was Bon-bon looked up to the bipedal standing Lyra, finally speaking of how she felt when Doctor Zap asked her about her hobbies. A faint smile started to widen across Lyra’s expression, leaning in to give a tight hug to her love.

“I’m so proud of you” She tightened the hug with an affectionate nuzzle taking Bon-bon by complete surprise.

“What? But my problem! And my outburst, and, and!”

“Don’t you get it?” Lyra pulled away from the hug, pressing her snout up against Bon-bon’s. Both wide eyed.

“Get what, that I’m nothing?...”

“No! Dummy! You KNOW what’s making you so pissed off! “

“Wha?”

Sometimes it took an eccentric lover of life like Lyra, to pull Bon-bon’s thick skull out of the gloomy clouds. It took a few gestures from Lyra to finally have the two dots connect inside of Bon-bon’s head. Face hoofing when she became enlightened by the information falling into place.

“Oh my goodness, of course! How could I not tell sooner?” She paused, gasping in shock with her hooves rising up to her lips, “I’m angry at myself and I don’t know how to fix it!”

“See?” Lyra responded, trying to hide her smug smile, but failed miserably “The doc must’ve seen it too! Doesn’t that matter even just a lil’?”

“Yes… Yes it fucking does,” Bon-bon peered up to her love with a gaze filled with a heated resolve. Her hooves slammed down onto the mattress to stand and hop off the bed.

Besides the foul language that startled Lyra, knowing Bon-bon never brought herself to use such profanities. She stared over to her special somepony as she disappeared into the walk-in closet, fiddling with her apron.

“So, what are you going to do now?” her brow curved to some concern to see Bon-bon’s mood switch so suddenly and start rummaging in the closet.

“I’m going to listen to my shrink” Bon-bon replied in a deadpan tone.

“Meaning what?”

“Live”

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The sun was set to cast its tangent orange light across the town of Ponyville, much of the light shining into Lyra and Bon-bon’s bedroom. Lying on her back, Lyra writhed as she looked to her bindings, each of her legs tied to a bedpost with silk scarves. She looked quite uncertain, nervous almost, as she caught sight of Bon-bon entering the room. The beige pony’s fur was laced in black string and what appeared to be a baby doll styled piece of lingerie. White stockings and a garter belt hugged at her supple cream thighs. For an earth pony that would have been some tedious work to put it on without assistance! She remembered buying her outfit at one of Rarity’s sales, but could not muster up the courage to wear it for Lyra, even for her birthday.

But that was not the only surprise.

In Bon-bon’s teeth, she carried both a small whip and a long fine feather of a phoenix. This idea had been prodding at Bon-bon’s imagination ever since her first time with Lyra, the only difference now being that Bon-bon was through holding back her inner most desires in life, with aid of her most trusted friend and lover.

Lyra wasn’t sure why she agreed to this whole fiasco, but she was too inspired by Bon-bon’s new turn in her life to say no to anything.

“Umm, Bons? Y-You look… wow…”

“Mnn, I thought you’d like it…” She purred in a seductive tone, eyes narrowing to a bedroom gaze.

“Oh baby!” Lyra bounced on the bed with what little she could move, grinning madly in sheer anticipation.

“I-Is it too much? I was so happy I fit into it!” The dark seductress like tone reverted back to nervous ol’ Bon-bon as she became quite self-conscious again, lifting her hooves up to see herself.

“Hon! Its fine! Remember, living?” Lyra growing impatient, pep talked her love to keep going in this new wild side of hers’

“Oh! Right, sorry!” She giggled.

Not long after, she crawled onto the mattress, and gave a teasing kiss to Lyra’s lips. She backed her head away before her bound and tied love had any chance of returning it. Needless to say, it drove Lyra mad. But just as things were getting spicy, Bon-bon muttered the words she had fantasized for so long.

“Safety word is Appleloosa”

A devilish grin spread wide across her lips, in which simply FREAKED out Lyra.

“APPLLELOO- MNF!” A balled up scarf was suddenly shoved in Lyra’s mouth, gagging her before she could speak the magical safety word.

“Aw, wanna try that again my sweet?” A soft cackle left this whole new reborn Bon-bon, slipping downwards to grab both whip and feather…

Once again, Celestia gave the gift of a new day. The sun rising to spread the warmth of the solar rays once again, soaking into the vast greenery of Sweet Apple Acres. Soon the light of the new day would be hitting the windows of Ponyville homes, accompanied by a son-

BANG BANG BANG

A rapping of the front door of their home stirred Bon-bon awake. She groaned as the insistent door banging continued, finally letting out an annoyed and loud enough, “WHAT?!”

“Ponyville water company, your bills are outstanding from excess usage! We’ve come to cut off your plumbing!” A gruff voice hollered from outside, shattering any possibility of a good Sunday morning.

“fff… FFFUUUU”

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Author’s notes: Oh Bon-bon, just cause you found out what’s bugging you, doesn’t mean it’s the only thing that’s going to affect your life! You’ve got a lot more classes to go to!

Creative comments and pointers greatly appreciated. Next Chapter: CH.2 Lollipop syringe Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 57 Minutes