Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 2. Lollipop syringe.

-This chapter includes unexplainable chaos and emotional roller coasters. You have been warned!-

My name is Bon-bon, my day didn't go as smoothly as I thought it would yesterday. But along the way of smashing my eye in and almost having ten panic attacks, I learned something! I have the most friendliest doctor in all of Equestria, quite handsome I have to s- oh Celestia what am I writing?!

Um... Anyway, I managed to patch things up quite 'nicely' with Lyra last night. But, what followed the next morning...

I have to write this, don't I? ...Fine

Let's just say I'm in debt, and 300 bits is a lot of money for a self employed mare! If I don't pay this off soon... Goodness I don't even want to think about not being able to pay the rent...

Why oh why am I being cursed with this stress?!

-_Earlier that morning_-

BANG BANG BANG

A large hoof assaulted the front wooden door of the couple’s often neglected home. Rapping at it without mercy, almost like a giant woodpecker was trying to eat it’s way inside and eat the soft inhabitants of the strange wooden cube. Well in Lyra’s mind anyway, the noises causing her strange mind to morph them into that image.

“WHAT!?” Bon-bon half groaned the words, snarling at the end of her long morning gasp of half fresh-half sex filled air.

“Ponyville Water Company. Your bill is 300 bits outstanding from excess usage! I've been sent to cut off your plumbing!” A gruff voice hollered from outside, shattering any possibility of a good Sunday morning.

“Ho- Shhh- Lyra, wake up!” Bon-bon shook her stirring lover, replying with only a moan.

Bon-bon sprung from the bed in a panic, leaving her still tied up lover behind and almost falling face first onto the unforgiving carpet of potential friction burn. Thankfully she caught herself with the help of the adrenaline burst accelerating her movement. No time to dawdle, she hurried towards the door of their bedroom, snatching a hung robe from behind the door. Sadly, Bon-bon could not run from her arch nemesis forever:gravity. Gravity always had ways to endlessly remind Bon-bon who was the ruler of her earth pony world.

“Hold on- WAAH!”

Running down stairs, plus being disorientated, times the fact of putting on a robe the entire time resulted in Bon-bon reenacting a fun game in which young fillies and colts played. A game where one would push a slinky down the first step of a long flight of stairs, allowing gravity to guide it all the way down. Well in this case, the slinky was beige with bubblegum streaks and a heavy case of turrets-syndrome.

She hurdled down all the way, each step being kissed with head or a hoof. Once gravity was well spent and satisfied, it allowed Bon-bon to rise up to her shaky legs. She snarled to the aching pain shooting through her already bruised lower joints- a result from last night, I regret nothing!

Staggering towards the front door, she let out a slurred cry for the plumber to cease his ramblings. She clasped hold of the door handle, giving a gentle tug to open the door ajar, unaware just how lewd she looked; far too dazed to notice anyway. In an instant she met the hazel irises of a tall, wide-eyed stallion.

“W-Whoa, well uhh... Good morning!” The well built red stallion said whilst smirking to Bon-bon’s half awake composure… amongst other things.

Her eyes were pretty, yes. But the ruffled portion of her powder blue robe exposing her chest and a few unmistakable laces at her shoulders was far more tempting. A reflex bucked into action, a common one amongst the brasher sort of stallions. His bright, fire-truck red mane was slicked back with a deft movement of tongue slobber and hoof, attempting to look as gutsy and charming as possible. Doing a damn horrible job of it though with a cheesy smile, but the poor colt tried, since in his eyes he saw the most alluring earth pony he had laid eyes on probably three weeks.

He was held by her enticing (accidental) bedroom eyes, wild hair and messy robe that barely covered her lingerie that was very visible- and unintentional. But poor smacked around Bon-bon could barely notice any of this.

Meanwhile in Bon-bon’s mind!

Mass hysteria shook the foundations of a control room. A large screen flashed a bright red 'OFFLINE' message. Tiny little Bon-bons were all in a mass panic to reactivate her sensory and awareness protocols. All crashing into each other in the confusion, with an occasional tiny Lyra causing extra havoc like a gremlin. Give or take a few fires being extinguished.

Back to reality!

“Oh, yes good morning. You did not need to bang the door so loud,” Bon-bon answered in a somewhat raspy voice.

Her eyes closed for a moment upon noticing the frog trapped in her throat. It only made her sound a bit more suggestive towards the fatheaded stallion. It all caused him to keep a Latin-lover style lift of a brow, accompanied by a grin that belonged on Doctor Colgate’s billboards; huge and in dire need of a brush.

“Well, sorry to wake up your gorgeous face then.” His voice fell low, shifting his weight to a side as he gave the poor unaware Bon-bon a good look over.

Ah yes, enter the suave plumber

“What?” A sudden shade of red lit up across Bon-bon’s face, her senses at least coming back enough to awaken her trait of being quite self-conscious. EEP!

“Yes indeed ma’am, but I came here today to do my duty.” He posed with a hoof to his chest, emphasizing… heroism most likely; yeah we’ll go with that. He continued as Bon-bon was busy trying to comprehend the stallion’s choice of words so far. “Your water is going to be cut off from excessive usage in a single day. So…”

“Wait!” Bon-bon extended a hoof out, pleading with the plumber “Please, I didn’t expect this to happen, could you maybe give an extension o-or a warning this time? There has to be something we can arrange?” She had opened the door just a little more, giving full view of her stockings that hugged her legs up to her flank.”Please…?” Such a cute little cry, all taken completely out of context of course.

Jackpot… or so he thought.

“Well…” He began, dragging out his first word with a bite to his bottom lip, shifting his gaze around to fake his intense pondering. “If you insist, but I don’t usually do this”

“Really?!” Bon-bon squeaked with her face lighting up. “You’re too kind, the plumbing has been driving me crazy lately, but…” She trailed off, thinking just how she could take full advantage and kill two birds with one stone! This will save heaps of time and get rid of that annoying dripping tap! Oh Bons, you are such a clever mare

“Of course ma’am, anyth-“ he was cut off by the lingerie flaunting mare. She spun around, the lingerie making it look incredibly seductive.

“Could you please come inside?” She asked timidly, opening the door further to offer him entrance. “Since you’re here, could you please have a look at something since you’re the professional with pipes and all.” She stifled a yawn at the end of her words, not wanting to be rude, or even rub the sleep from her eyes.

The stallion froze; all the tell-tale signs of this event were coming true! However for Bon-bon, she had never EVER watched a pornographic film before. That and she was not aware of a common humor within all of Equestria’s media. In which a lot of cheap porn movies started off exactly…

Like this.

The plumber stallion waltzed in with a short thanks to Bon-bon, giving a quick look around the living room he had just stepped into. Before he could say anything, Bon-bon had called out to follow her to the kitchen, disappearing around the corner with her tail flicking just as she moved out of sight… an invitation?

Ugh, that shampoo keeps giving my tail knots!

No. But to him,

oh yeah…

Indeed!

Bon-bon was still in the process of collecting her senses, memories and key pieces of vital information that would gather and form her full and conscience mind. The fall, sudden wake and aches in her body still had her unaware of her alluring appearance. She trotted towards her kitchen sink, still in her lingerie that was barely being covered by the dainty robe. Finally, she leaned to open the cabinet below the sink, giving a full view of her exposed stockings, flank and garter belt to the stallion that just walked in.

He gaped, maw hanging open that instantly poured in drool that gushed over the walls of his lips like a bursting dam. But he had to play it cool! Just act natural like in the movies. Sure enough, he dismissed the sight of her flank by sheer willpower, cantering up behind Bon-bon just as she was beginning to speak.

“There’s two problems really,” she started, resuming her explanation once her ear twitched to the sound of the approaching hooves, “Sometimes it just keeps dripping, and when that happens I get worried that the system will flood-“She suddenly squeaked to a sudden bump of her flank, whipping her head and turning around to meet the eyes of the stallion just a few inches away from her's.

“Two problems, huh? I sure do hope I have enough resources to fix em’ both then” He said just above a whisper, the low murmur of his voice struck a nerve in Bon-bon. A hot flush lighting up on her muzzle as a flashback struck her. This sort of moment, closeness and that unmistakable tone.

Why does this remind me of Lyra so- oh my Celestia!

“There must be- y-you must be mistaken!” Bon-bon backed away, her back hooves knocking against the kitchen cabinets, cornered with nowhere to run.

“Am I? So is this going to be a full service sort of job then?” The thick skull of the red, hormonal stallion could not comprehend Bon-bon’s innocence. He stepped forward to close the distance once more, not wanting to let go of his new favorite client.

“Lyra!!” Bon-bon called out in a panic, her voice shaking as she let out her plea. All seemed hopeless for the wide eyed mare, never having to push away the advances of a stallion who was THIS eager before in her life.

CRASH

Just as a certain mare’s name echoed through the house, a loud smash rocked the whole house. A large bed with mattress, base and wooden posts stood by the open archway of the kitchen entrance.

“Unhand her, you fiend!” Lyra warned in her most courageous voice, horn glowing in a magical turquoise blaze of magic. She growled even though she was still tied to the bed on all four of her limbs, hovering at the centre of the mattress thanks to Bon-bon’s rope work the previous night.

The stallion was shocked, no! He was bamboozled by the array of madness occurring around him. He did not know what to be more confused about, the fact that a mare tied to a bed came to stop him from advancing onto a seductress, or the fact that said bed-mare was covered in dried red candle wax and dried chocolate syrup that was painted on her.

“This is some weird, messed up threesome fetish you got here ma’am!” The stallion let out a heart guffaw to all this, causing the two perplexed mares to stare at each other.

Big mistake.

“Fet- what!? Bons, how could you?!”

“I-I didn’t do anything! He came onto me!”

“Say what?!” The stallion interjected, seeming more annoyed, “You came onto me!”

“What!?” Both mares yelled out, and only now did the protective bond of the two flourish. Starting with Lyra,

“You accusing my girl of coming on to YOU?” She snarled the words, thrusting her body forward to cause the two pony bed to hop forward closer towards the now-in-deep-shit stallion.

Now the once suave and masculine stallion was reduced to a cowering colt. Escaping the two mares, only to find himself trapped between fridge and wall. “Now hold on! I ain’t calling nopony a slut!” The plumber whimpered.

One word Bon-bon absolutely hated, was the ‘S’ word. And only on very few occasions at social events would she be called one by less than reputable ponies.

“What did you call me?...” The burning eyes of the beige pony glared down to the shrinking stallion, her voice starting to rumble as the entire morning sank in to one comprehended thought. “Nopony. Calls me.”

She grabbed the chair!

“A SLUT!” She screamed, slamming the fine dark wood chair over the head of the stallion. A perfectly executed technique, which would make any EWF (Equestrian wrestling federation) athlete proud.

She went on an all out assault, biting down onto his mane and yanking him across the room in a fierce throw towards Lyra. Her marefriend let out a winded “oof!” as she became catcher. The bed fell onto its legs on impact with a dazed stallion sprawled on top of Lyra, cross-eyed and half-conscience.

A stamping set of hooves caught the attention of the bound and tied mare, spotting Bon-bon walking towards her with a face that would even have Nightmare Moon flinch… what could Lyra possibly do at this moment?

Bite him!

“RAHMNNF”

The stallion let out a yowl of agony, flailing about his limbs as his ear was chewed upon with a wild puppy dog growl tearing away at his ear canal. Well he sure was awake now, that was for certain, especially with Lyra biting him like Iron Mike Buckson.

An orchestra of painful yells, savage screams and complete destruction bellowed from within the walls of the couple’s home. It was not long after a few ceramic cracks and glass shatters, did a red pony fly out from the front door. He landed face first onto the stone pavement, his tool-belt and clipboard following after him, groaning once he had a chance to take in a breath without having to scream. Beaten to a pulp, bruised, battered and some minor bleeding. The plumber did not budge from his awkward spot; face down, flank up.

“You’ll get your money! So just piss off until then!” Bon-bon shouted at the bruised flank of the unmoving stallion. She slammed the door, hard enough to cause the hinges to crack off their wooden foundations, growling as she stormed back into her home.

“Nn… I dunno what just happened… but I’m, really turned on right now…” muttered the still somewhat aroused/awake pony plumber.

The morning could of gone a lot better, both mares knew that. But still they were not feeling the weight of bills pressing down on them after their ‘negotiations’. No, they were just taking in all the accumulated drama since yesterday. The only tension that hung in the air was the awkward silence and fact that Bon-bon had an appointment in an hour at Ponyville general hospital. She still could not push out the crushing memories of her outburst from her first session; the look of Berry punch’s face cowering beneath her. Scared of her. Scared of Bon-bon.

“Lyra,” Bon-bon began with a sigh, causing Lyra’s ears to perk towards her lover’s direction.

“Yeah?” She muttered with a mouthful of Horsepower Crunchies. Her eyes still glued to the television screen.

“I need to apologize to Berry punch, after yesterday and all.”

“Mhm.”

“I mean, she just…” She hesitated, at a loss for words, blurting out the first things that collected on her twisted tongue, “She’s a good mare- well was until her drinking got really out of hand. I want to tell her I’m sorry, but she can be just so difficult to even talk to!” She rubbed at her temples, feeling a migraine starting to swell and throb painfully.

“Mhm.” Lyra once again gave a half hearted answer, to which Bon-bon did not notice as she continued.

“Maybe I can make it up to her, or maybe… something, Lyra do you have any ideas?” She looked to the cereal devouring unicorn, only to be greeted with yet another absent.

“Uh-huh”

“Lyra!” Bon-bon snapped, with hooves slamming on the table.

“Wha!?” Lyra jumped, spilling a few pieces of her breakfast cereal across the varnished table. She blushed with a sheepish smile.

“Are you even listening? Honey… I’m beginning to wonder why I am in therapy, instead of-“

Knock knock

Great, more debt collectors!? Bon-bon’s lecture was cut off, growling as her frustrations were getting the better of her temperament.

As for Lyra, she took advantage of their new visitor, escaping the clutches of Bon-bon’s discipline by cantering off to answer it. She sang to the door with a voice only a musician could polish, "Coming~"

Before long, a golden yellow mare with a deep orange mane entered their home, cantering besides Lyra to greet Bon-bon. It was one pony that the couple had grown very fond of in the recent years, becoming close even. But the two often found themselves to be her shoulder to cry on for her whenever a drama would occur in her busy life. Ranging from emotional breakdowns, coltfriend breakups and anything in between, making the smallest things seem like the end of the world- In Bon-bon's perspective actually. That drama-queen was of course, Carrot Top.

“Hey Bon-bon!” The young and rather attractive mare greeted the disgruntled Bon-bon with a chipper smile. White saddlebags with a gold trim hung on both sides of her frame, filled with what appeared to be groceries.

Why….

A familiar twitch reverberated through the lingerie wearing Bon-bon. She was not ready to hear more of Carrot top’s stories of life giving her nothing but curve balls and bad apples to bite on. “Hi” She managed to force without gritting her teeth.

“I just stopped by to drop off something that Berry wanted me to give you.” She reached back to one of her filled bags, biting onto the end of what appeared to be a bottle of blue wine missing a label. She spat the peculiar bottle onto the table before she continued, “She said to try it and see if you like it, and to say something like… erm.” Her brow furrowed as she struggled to recall. “Oh yeah! That she is sorry for yesterday, I don’t know what she was on about, she wouldn’t tell me.”

Both Lyra and Bon-bon were startled by the sudden gift, seeming more like a sort of peace offering.

“Wait, Berry made this?” Bon-bon scrutinized the bottle, pulling it closer towards herself.

“It’s blue!” Lyra stated the obvious, giving a bright pearly smile at that.

If there was one thing that Berry punch was known for other than being a drunkard of epic liver smashing ability. It was that she was also a mighty fine brewer that came from a long line of proud earth ponies that focused on making the finest liquor. …Maybe it would explain her constant intoxication, having to taste her concoctions to see if they were any good. Regardless of the liquor’s origins, Bon-bon felt a cold shiver run up her spine at the mere sight of the gift, but was it really out of peace? It certainly did not ease the guilt off of Bon-bon’s heart; there was something fishy about it.

“Umm, is there any reason why the bed is in the living room?” Carrot gestured over to the living room. She was just about to trot over towards the ropes dangling on the posts, before she noticed the candle wax markings on a blushing Lyra.

The next half hour was spent updating Carrot Top on the events that had transpired in the last few days. Needless to say that she was shocked, appalled and making unneeded, over-the-top gasps. One detail in particular that struck a nerve, Big Macintosh. Disbelief and utter horror was riddled across Carrot’s face, which was strange; she only ever dated Big Macintosh for such a short while and moved on fairly quickly. Of course the minor details of Bon-bon’s lingerie were dismissed, since Carrot did not need to know that…

Soon the laces, stockings and other soft pieces of fabric were off of the kinky mare. Things had seemed to have settled down to a care-free morning, like any other day prior to Bon-bon’s breakdown. It soon dawned on the couple that it was almost time for the meeting with Doctor Zap.

“Oh! I’ll come with you Bonny.” Carrot top chirped, placing a hoof on her friend’s shoulder in a somewhat protective manner.

“Really?” Bon-bon let out a quick breath of relief, turning to her lover, “Honey? You don’t mind playing house-wife today?”

“Course’ not!” Lyra waved out her hoof with a confident smirk, “This place will look like a home before you get back.” She gave a reassuring smile with that promise, her tone much sweeter, bitter sweet really.

Since that traumatic evening, Lyra had stopped her basement dwelling projects and random adventures out in uncharted areas both inside and outside Equestria. It was unusual to see, but Bon-bon appreciated every bit of Lyra’s care. Even so, she was already missing Lyra’s wild and wacky adventurous self. That had disappeared overnight, just to look after her lover’s fragile moments.

The thought itself was enough to cause Bon-bon’s eyes to glass over, approaching Lyra and giving a loving peck to her lips. She prayed everything would work out, whispering softly.

“Everything is going to be OK…”

“I know”

The two gazed into each others eyes, not wanting the moment to end. It was joy, a moment where love truly conquered all, feeling safe just being so close as to feel their warm breaths tickling their lips.

“Awww!” Carrot top couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside from the sight. It caused the two lovers to pull away with small hints of a red shade across their muzzle.

With one last good-bye, Carrot top and Bon-bon left the house, leaving Lyra to tend to the house and work on getting the bed back upstairs. She was more than capable of such a simple task… maybe. Bon-bon knew that her partner handled it well yesterday, could today be any different?

Honey, I love you but try not to do anything… retarded.

The cream colored pony prayed, never having the heart to say such a thing to her lover’s face. One thing she always dreaded was taking away Lyra’s smile.

Not even a minute passed and the sofa caved in with a POMF. The scatterbrained mint green pony sighed out in relief, laying across the cushions with the remote control to the TV already engulfed in a turquoise aura. She displayed a fine example of the sweet art of procrastination, right there.

Lyra increased the volume after a few seconds, making sure Bon-bon was out of ear-shot before she could change the channel. A telekinetic press of a button later and the screen jumped to the Foal-time network. It was that time for one of her favourite shows to come on: Seapony Finpants. It was a cartoon Lyra had grown fond of, mainly due to the twisted humor that would be better off for college students. That and the animated seapony looked a lot like her. The aquatic adventures of Seapony and her mentally deranged friend Pat-pat, that was a pink seapony, provided a great deal of entertainment for foals and stoner ponies alike… and Lyra.

“Apple fishing! Apple Fishing! Apple fishing!” Lyra sang along with the two dimwitted but adorable characters as they frolicked across fields with catcher nets held in their fins. The apples mentioned were in fact tiny little creatures in the shape of apples with small tentacle stingers. Usually the morning broadcasts would be reruns; even with how popular the show had been and gone into about eight seasons that progressively became more crazy.

“Hmm… I should start soon, after this episode though,” Lyra thought out loud, looking at the dismay of her living room.

The most they had done whilst Carrot Top was there was clean up the shards of glass and dishes, plus some scrap wood from the obliterated dining chair. The only tasks at hoof were to move the bed upstairs and make everything look pretty, which Lyra could not be so fussed about. She sighed as she forced herself up off her comfy sofa, leaving the show on for some pleasant background noise. The bed looked like it would need both magic and her strength to haul it back up the stairs, no regrets. If she didn’t come downstairs, who knows what that sexual deviant of a stallion would of done to her Bon-bon!

Somewhere inside of Lyra’s scattered mind, she sub-consciously looked for a way to get out of doing hard labor. Her wish was granted in form of a glass bottle that twinkled in her peripheral vision, Berry’s gift. She pounced onto the table, eyeing the tempting bottle of strange blue supposedly alcoholic beverage. Her hooves were side by side the bottle, staring it down like a detective interrogating a suspect.

“Well… maybe a mouthful won’t hurt?” She questioned with a sly smile widening across her cheeky face.

“No, Lyra!” A small yet familiar voice suddenly squeaked into her ear.

There, standing on her right shoulder was a small apparition of Bon-bon with small Pegasus wings and an angelic halo. Her face was scrunched into a look of sadness, pleading to Lyra who simply stared with her maw open in shock.

“You have to clean the house! You have to take care of Bonsy-wonsy!” the little angel continued, placing her tiny hooves onto Lyra’s cheeks in an attempt to shake the behemoth sized head.

“Aw, come on! Drink up! You do things way better when yer shit-faced.” Another voice appeared, though it was much more slurred and raspy.

In a small cloud of purple smoke, a staggering Berry punch appeared on her other shoulder. She was just as small, but instead of wings or a halo, a set of little red horns were poking out her deep purple mane.

“Don’t listen to her!" Angel Bon-bon screeched. "She’s a terrible influence and just wants to feel you up!” she cried out, glaring daggers towards the small devil.

“W-What? No I don’t!” Berry stepped back, interrupted as she was in the process of licking Lyra’s face in a lewd manner. She continued as she composed her still swaying self. “Listen Lay-lay, youz gotsa enjoy yerself now and then. It ain’t yer fault that Bon-butt is in the nut-house”

“Therapy.” Lyra interjected flatly.

“Whatever.” Berry shrugged and leaned herself onto Lyra’s face, giving off a soft purr as she rubbed her whole body like a cat in heat against her.

“Ha! Are you seriously going to listen to HER!? After all the things she’s done!” The little Bon-bon shuddered, “After she touched you…” Her hoof whipped up to press up against her forehead in the most soap opera of ways.

“But she’s drunk, I can’t blame her, Bon-bon!” Lyra reasoned, her ears perking up as she realized what she said. “Ohh!”

“Bingo.” Berry chuckled darkly, knowing just what had occurred in Lyra’s mind.

“W-What? No! Lyra think of the consequences!” The small angel flailed her forelegs about, batting at Lyra’s giant cheek in frustration.

“But I have!" She cooed, proud of her own triumphant logic. "If I’m just a wee bit tipsy, I can’t be blamed that much if something goes wrong! Its like insurance!”

With her mind made up, the sea green pony lifted up the bottle with her magic, tugging off the cork with her teeth without a hint of hesitation. Before the two apparitions could do or say anything more, Lyra’s lips had locked around the glass of the bottle neck, chugging down a few good gulps.

“No!!!”

“Yes!!!”

The two little manifestations of her conscience puffed away into nothingness as they cried out in their victory/loss. A moment later the bottle thudded onto the hardwood table, a zest filed sigh of enjoyment followed after. Almost a quarter of the contents had just gone in a few seconds, now splashing around inside of her stomach.

“Mn! Fruity! Wow kinda tastes like toothpa- waaaaaaoooahh…” Her voice warped into a long moan. Her eyes spun around in her head, her footing staggering about on the tiled kitchen floor. “Wh-What the ffff-“ Her mouth suddenly melted onto the table, the floor itself becoming a pulsating series of colors and rainbows that shot out and ricocheted around the kitchen...

Both Carrot top and Bon-bon had enjoyed their walk through Ponyville’s busy streets. On the way, Bon-bon felt her stomach start to cramp the moment Carrot offered to buy her some breakfast before her meeting; she was nervous on what Doctor Zap would say about yesterday’s freak out. Even so, the walk was peaceful and Carrot Top’s stories about her harvests, family plans with the carrot farm and juicy gossip was appealing to Bon-bon. Yes, she could do this more, maybe even be better friends with Carrot top, the thought gave her a sense of well being- hopes for a better, livelier future.

North Ponyville General Hospital was Ponyville’s second busiest hospital and well equipped too. The front desk was being minded by none other than nurse Redheart. She was the stuff that only strengthened a common fantasy amongst young stallions. The lobby had a few ponies sitting and watching the large TV at the centre of the seating area. Only a few of them looked like they needed some serious tending to, such as the stallion with a watermelon stuck in his mouth, unable to move it since it was locked up.

Another eyesore trying to hide near the back of the seating area with a sour look on her cyan face was none other than one of the elements of harmony, Rainbow Dash. One of her wings was singed a charcoal black, and some of her hair as well looked to have been set ablaze quite recently. Bon-bon could have sworn she saw smoke still floating off of her head. Though a quick glare from the Rainbow streaked daredevil made Bon-bon look away in a fright.

After a hurried inquiry at the receptionist’s desk on Dr. Zap’s whereabouts, the two were given the news that he had stepped out on an emergency.

“What? But he told me to come see him!” Bon-bon was outraged, she was not running late and this happens.

“Yes, I’m terribly sorry. Doctor Zap said he had to tend to a…” She paused, stuttering the words “J-Jelly related incident.” Nurse Redheart’s sweet voice explained, her angel blue eyes squinting to the confusing excuse.

The exasperated growl that escalated into a groan of annoyance that left Bon-bon, rivaled the screams of the maternal ward. She gave a firm bang onto the reception desk, startling Nurse Redheart with a cute but involuntary squeal.

“A-Are you alright?!” She asked in a sharp whisper. The last thing the hospital needed was more drama in the waiting lobby.

“I’m fine.” Bon-bon muttered, before giving another bang of the desk, “I haven’t eaten, I've had the most horrible morning and now my shrink isn’t even here?!”

“Bonny, calm down!” Carrot Top grabbed hold of Bon-bon’s shoulder as she started to rant and rave. Ushering her out the front doors of the lobby as the cream colored pony began to yell profanities and aimless insults. The scene had all the ponies in the waiting room staring, baffled to the sudden display of spontaneous rage. Even Rainbow dash herself blinked a few times before she stifled a giggle.

Once outside, Bon-bon had quieted down, her eyes narrowed and staring at the ground, walking further away from the hospital. An awkward silence floated in the still air, Carrot Top had never ever seen Bon-bon act like she did. In all the time she had known Bon-bon, she believed the talented baker was one of the most level headed and mature ponies next to even Twilight sparkle.

“Sorry…” Bon-bon broke the silence. Knowing full well she just made a complete fool of herself in public, again.

“Hey, come on Bons. We all have our bad days, right?” Carrot top began, still shaken up from the bit of adrenaline that burst inside of her at the sight of the violent curses that left her cream colored friend. “I mean, you and Lyra deal with my stuff after all”

“Yes, but” Bon-bon spoke up, lifting her head to interrupt but failed as Carrot persisted.

“Remember when I found out that my ex, Caramel was cheating on me with one of those mailmares? “ She asked with a slight grimace twitching to the corners of her lips.

“Yeah?” Bon-bon trailed off, trying to recollect the tearful night. But really the attempt to remember was pushed aside with paranoia. No way, could it have been that yellow one from yesterday… damn. She whipped her head about, snapping out of her space out “Yes, yes I do remember.” She lied.

“Well it was no surprise that I was very upset. So I turned to the only mares I could trust when things were getting me down.” She spoke with a warm tone, wrapping a foreleg around Bon-bon’s neck to hug her. The sudden closeness caused Bon-bon’s eyes to shoot wide open, speechless. But the next few words that whispered from Carrot’s lips, hit Bon-bon right in her heart.

“I’m not afraid to express myself around my friends, so you shouldn't either.”

Without missing a beat, Bon-bon lifted her own foreleg to return the embrace. Not afraid? Her mind echoed the words, causing a sudden storm of images to swamp her. Was she so bitter at times towards others who would call her a friend, only because she could not express herself like they could? Was she so blocked even from herself? She wondered. And while tried to comprehend her actions from that one simple sentence from Carrot, she tightened the hug. I’m so sorry…

It was a new lesson that she realized, one that was another step into her blossoming of a new self. But like the tears that welled at the corner of Bon-bon’s blue eyes, she also knew that it takes more than a few drops, to make something grow. She buried her face in Carrot top’s mane, sobbing softly, wishing she could step back in time and strike her old self for the cruel and sour thoughts that plagued her mind.

Carrot top whispered soft words of comfort, stroking Bon-bon’s bubblegum streaked hair. She had guided the teary mare towards a tree off by the path, sitting together as Bon-bon let out another emotional draining weep.

Regret and guilt. Two powerful forces that exist in many ponies, many struggle to overcome obstacles that tear away at one’s heart. But just because the past is concreted into an image of such pain, does not mean the future must suffer as it is not set in stone yet.

An hour had passed. Bon-bon was smiling again with Carrot top’s endless chattering, reminiscing on events, get-togethers and a few parties that Bon-bon herself would attend. The still sniffling mare was growing inspired by Carrot top’s ability to just… talk? Sure her endless chatterbox ways could really cause a pony to chisel their own teeth with impatience, but it could be worse. At least she was not as bad as pinkie pie could be, and everypony knows how talkative she can be. But as the slight hitches of breath soon began to fade away, and tears dried up, Bon-bon was starting to share more as well.

“I still can’t believe that terrible prank Berry pulled with the éclairs on that birthday party,” Bon-bon giggled with a hoof shielding her lips, recalling an event most foul.

“I never got back at that devil!” Carrot top gasped “I swear I thought I was never going to get out of the bathroom!”

“Laxatives!” Bon-bon finally barked out in a loud fit of laughter, falling backwards with hooves on her belly and hind legs kicking. “And, and! Ahh! The whole of Cheerilee’s class had em’ School was out the next day cause they thought- ahaha! A bug was going around!”

“No way!” Carrot joined in with a winded guffaw.

Both ponies ended up laughing hysterically from the tale of the messy day. A day when Berry Punch thought it would be hilarious to shove a tiny amount of laxative in each piece of Bon-bon’s irresistible éclairs. Little did she know that the prepared confectionery was for a young colt’s birthday party. Poor Pipsqueak, at least it would be a birthday for him to remember. Well, him and the parents of all the attending children... A horrible and sleepless night of tummy-ache-tantrum terror…

And diarrhea.

“Oh no!” Bon-bon gasped as she realized that the sun was beginning to curve to start the sunset. “I bet Lyra is worried, lets head back!” she nudged at the still cracking-up mare besides her, before shaking her frantically, “Carrot!”

“What?!” Carrot Top jumped, her laughter faltering to a few stammered giggles.

“We need to head back, Lyra gets very paranoid when I disappear for too long.” She admitted, annoyed at the fact. The last time Bon-bon was away for more than half of the day from home, Lyra had gathered search parties for her with an over-exaggerated story of her disappearance. Something along the lines of ”The humans took my Bonnie! They’re exacting their revenge! Baww!”

With the two of them composing themselves, they started their trek through Ponyville at peak hour business times. Of course they were unable to help but look at a few stalls, displaying delicious treats and some other nick-knacks. But their commute was fairly quick just like earlier in the morning, only this time Bon-bon’s stomach churned and hopped up in her throat with an unmistakable feeling of dread shivering through her body. It grew worse as her house was within sight.

“Why is the door smeared in cake?” Carrot top flatly asked. It confirmed Bon-bon’s strange intuition- nay, her sixth sense when Lyra was about to do something utterly stupid.

Pink, brown and more pink cake froting was splattered across the once beautiful lavender wooden door- Everfree forest timber is quite pricey! Without a word, Bon-bon pulled on the door handle, pausing her snappy motion as hot chocolate fudge smeared onto her hoof, NO, not the good fudge! I was saving it!The massacre of sweets caused Bon-bon to burst into action, her heart racing on the verge of having a panic-attack!

She pushed the door open, Carrot top right behind her. Their mouths hung open in shock, running into the wreckage of what was the living room. The couch was… dressed. The attire was made of a bed sheet that was sewn and fastened to look like a button up shirt, with a large cardboard hat. The cushions had been crudely sewn together and spray painted, reading the words ‘Mr. Destiny’

“By Celestia’s TITS! Lyra, Where are you!?” Bon-bon cried out desperately, fearing the well-being of her marefriend. This is too crazy! No way Lyra could of…

“Babooga! Get away! Stop staring at me!” A voice shrieked from inside the kitchen, accompanied by a jar of cookies that flew out from the entryway and smashed onto the living room floor.

Carrot quickly hid behind Mr. Destiny, peeking over the arm rest of the chair to watch Bon-bon approach the domain of the mint green creature. The beige pony stepped into the kitchen, almost fainting from the mere glance of her prized lair where candy came from. The table looked to be split into two and laid amongst the other splintered remains of its once gorgeous and refined structure. The tiles were covered in cakes, kitchen pots dressed in some of the clothes they kept upstairs and worst of all… Lyra was sitting on top of the refrigerator, shaking violently from head to tail.

“Hon…ey?” Bon-bon stared to her lover, noticing much of the hot fudge and some lipstick was drawn on most of her body in a camouflage pattern. She stepped forward, only to receive a cat like hiss from Lyra, her back and tail arching upwards. “Lyra, it’s me! Bon-bon!” She tried to reason, her mind going blank with little options or understanding on what the hay had just happened.

“pppppft profitto rolls… PROFITTO ROLLS!” Lyra screamed, clasping her head in her hooves as she let out a pained cry of agony, “They’re coming! They’re coming to steal everything!”

“Lyra, stop! Please!” Bon-bon summoned the courage to step forward, hiding a whimper in her voice to the devastating scene of her lover’s madness. But before she could open her mouth again, Lyra’s eyes widened and grew bloodshot with rage… spotting Carrot top hiding behind the couch and staring at her.

“The magic carrot, yes, YES! The prophecy has been fulfilled!” She roared out, standing on her hind legs with mouth frothing in pure psychotic rage. “Have at you!” She challenged!

With a powerful leap, Lyra soared over Bon-bon’s head and over towards an unsuspecting Carrot Top. A scream left the captured golden yellow pony, with Lyra latching onto her body with all four legs wrapping around her like some spider-like creature. Carrot Top could only run as the snarling crazed Lyra held on like a bucking rodeo performer. Furniture started to be knocked out left and right, Bon-bon chasing after Carrot top. She refused to stop, and amongst all the screams what made it worse was a sudden war cry from Lyra.

“Grant me your treasure, oh magical screaming carrot! NUMPH”

“SHE’S EATING MY MANE!” Carrot top screamed to the top of her lungs, jumping up as she immediately felt the hairs pull and tear from her scalp. Hell, even Bon-bon heard the fur standing sound of brutal Velcro-like ripping. With a kick off the ground, Bon-bon leapt and tackled Lyra off of Carrot Top’s struggling body, both landing with a loud thud-splat to the cake and ice-cream stained carpet. She pinned down her crazed partner, straddling her before she look over her shoulder to see the last moments of Carrot top falling to her side, out cold, oh you’re shitting me!

Her attention focused back onto Lyra, noticing her struggles were growing weaker and she had ceased her profound yelling.

“Lyra?...” Bon-bon leaned closer to observe Lyra’s sudden change in behavior, being met with a sudden splatter of spit and a gagged noise escaping the back of her throat.

She’s choking!

On Carrot top’s hair no doubt.

Bon-bon was hit with another surge of distress and adrenaline causing her mind to race a thousand thoughts a second. What if she passes out? What do I do? Baby, don’t die! She shook the mint green pony to no avail, her struggles were growing weaker and weaker with every passing second. Her face was turning a sickly shade of blue, lifting her hoof up to touch Bon-bon’s face, before it limped and fell to a side.

At that very moment, Bon-bon’s world crashed and fell into a million pieces. Her breath hitched, mind numbing to emptiness as the sight of Lyra’s golden eyes fluttering and rolling back to her skull, tore her apart.

“No… No! No! Lyra! Don’t! STOP IT!” Bon-bon let out a long scream of her agony expanding inside her shattering heart, shaking her body whole with tears streaming down her face. “NO... Don’t leave me! I love you!”

She swung her forelegs up into the air, crying out as she slammed them down onto Lyra in a fit of emotional anguish, again and again she shook and wailed at Lyra’s unresponsive body. A final heavy strike down onto Lyra’s torso, and-

“BLARGH” A moist hairball shot out of Lyra’s mouth, hitting and sticking onto the ceiling.

“YES!” Bon-bon shouted out in victory, hooves raised up to the air as the reassuring sounds of Lyra’s gasping removed the blanket of cold dread from Bon-bon’s very soul. She remained still, panting heavily with her hooves still raised… But then something else left Lyra’s mouth.

“HuRK, Mnff…” A gushing stream of dark blue liquid struck Bon-bon’s face, dousing her in Berry Punch’s strange concoction. Projectile barf that would downplay even the most hardcore of college party mongers. The now booze and what appeared to be cake coated Bon-bon remained frozen, her eye twitching with a look of utter disgust, hooves still in the air.

“…Ah… “ Was all that left Bon-bon. Shaking in a mix of internal turmoil and pure disgust. Her world quickly faded to black from emotional exhaustion, with Lyra's sputtering cough ringing in her ears.

A set of hooves trotted along the sticky carpet, two male voices speaking casually amidst the look of dismay. ...Young paramedics.

“Looks like an acid party gone wrong here.”

“We have three unconscious females in the residence here. Wait, hold one make that two and a half. This green one is chewing the sofa and looks really out of it.”

“The fuck is that on the ceiling?”

Something I’m going to have to explain to my therapist…

Author's notes: What a gorgeous day. Hm I wonder what will happen when they wake up? Also... Just what did Lyra see the whole time she was having her trip-out?

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