Bon-bon goes to anger management

By: Wafflemuffin

Chapter 3. A hoof of Reality

-This chapter contains events in which are to shatter a pony's sanity. Pushing the boundaries of what one mare can take-

My name is Bon-bon... And I have an anger problem. Well honestly I wouldn't say I have a problem with anger, more like a problem with fuckking purple mares who try to steal your marefriend patience. All I remember from yesterday is that... Carrot top opened my eyes, she is such a sweet heart deep down, I can't understand why I was so bothered by her before. Jealousy maybe? I feel so bad, like I've kicked a puppy, but I'm happy I was able to connect with her like friends really do.

How in Equestria does Lyra deal with me?---

Oh no, I remember now! I hope she's alright!

Her shoulders rolled back in an attempt to lift her front hooves, only to find her efforts to be in vain. Her eyes shot wide open as she felt the thick substance that had encased her from the neck down, a purple gelatinous substance.

No… I couldn’t be…

A cackle from above had confirmed her fears, thick in an Appleloosan accent that laughed hysterically. The beige pony gasped at her captor, peering up to the narrowed, twisted eyes of a grey stallion that stood upright on his hind legs upon a steel walkway looking down at her immobilizing prison.

“Hyuck gyuck, hyuck hyuck!” He guffawed, ” Mnn, I have you now, my lil’ sweetie Bon!” Hugh from the group therapy class proclaimed, as his front hooves were occupied in smearing his chest and stomach in two different colors of his sick sex jelly. An audible moan spluttered from the corners of his lips, as he started to lick at his hooves and wherever else his fruit-color-stained tongue could reach.

“Get away! Let me go!” Bon-bon shrieked, bolting to a sat up position only to be met with a painful, blinding light that immediately caused her eyelids to squeeze tightly shut.

A dream?

She breathed a sigh of relief, opening her eyes to be met with the bland scenery of a basic hospital room for admitted patients. Natural sunlight was enough to have the whole room alight, a welcoming breeze had also invaded from the window, drowning out most of the nostril burning smells of medicine and high grade disinfectant- she liked it a lot more than the vivid stench of sweat and crushed grapes…

The beige pony’s mind now sunk itself deep into the process of recollecting her thoughts and whatever her pounding, migraine suffering mind would mercifully give. Her hoof pressed between her eyes, seething as a few flickering images managed to form into one clear, concise thought.

Lyra’s eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Her focus shattered, gasping before her hooves kicked off the bed sheets and clopped onto the yellow flooring. Her adrenaline gushed through her system, shaking of the groggy and tense state she was in as she hurdled through the corridors of the west hospital wing. Galloping in rapid strides, her head whipping left and right to glance at every open door down the hallway, dodging carts, nurses and wheelchair seated ponies. Their protests and cries of anger being brushed off as she snapped around every tight curve, losing her gown as it caught on a patient’s mobile drip stand.

But alas, her fears and some other worldly force that had been plaguing Bon-bon in recent days was ready and waiting, pulling the strings of her fate and sanity to another grand degree of stress.

Light could not escape the darkness that coated along the walls in some eerie permanent shadow. The lights along the ceiling seemingly dimmer in this rather isolated portion of the hospital. At first it would appear to be another corridor that would lead to one of the main, more open areas, or perhaps a ward. But no, any who pressed on in these particular, nameless hallways would be met with a set of double doors; beyond it would be a descending stone staircase.

Besides the stairwell that descended down into a pitch black pool of another abyss was an elevator, designed large enough to bring down patient beds. The usually promising construction of lazy travel however howled to Bon-bon with a trembling cold hum that resonated from the shaft it was suspended over…

Even with Bon-bon’s mind somewhat numbed from her wake and the adrenaline, stairs seemed a lot better right then. Desperate to find the sea green pony of her dreams that held a portion of her heart so dearly, she pressed on.

A cold air nipped at her soft cream fur, her quick breaths emitting a soft puff of white smoke into the still air.

Her hoof held itself against the railing as she took each step with care; a pool of pitch black was all she could make clear of beyond her knee joints, focusing on the small glimmers of faint light that illuminated the worn steel of the railing- the chipped off paint shaping the snake line of silver shine.

After two turns and three flights down, another set of double doors stood before her and by now her adrenaline was subsiding and conscience thoughts beginning to reappear. Seriously the frequent adrenaline was going to get to her in the long run…

What the hay am I doing?! I’ve probably wound up in the maintenance area or storage.

She pondered, starting to also back away from the door, until a small but audible muffled voice came from behind. Unable to decide if it was just in her head or indeed a sign of life, she sighed in defeat and closed the distance between herself and the cold door.

The darkness really not helping her keep her calm, she pressed a hoof against one of the doors before she would let her next adrenaline burst get the better of her- if that was even possible right now. An open room greeted her, slightly more illuminated than the stairwell but all in a sickly shade of ghostly blue.

“Hello?” She called out with hope and uncertainty conflicting inside her tone.

The sharp metallic echo of her voice was all that welcome her, with a slight ringing in the air that hung for a while. She held her breath as she stepped into the room, noticing two tables parallel from each other at the centre… With two black and sealed body bags.

“A morgue…”

Indeed. The walls were covered in large square shaped doors that must have held the fresh remains of the recently deceased. Bon-bon had never been in one before, only seeing some a few times in the crime shows she managed to catch after work. The eerie sound of a faint motor running within the walls was enough to cause her throat to tighten in fear. Wait, fear?

“Get a grip girl. It’s just a big fridge for the ones that have passed on, you’re letting Lyra’s stories and superstitions get the better of you.” She told herself out loud to reassure herself, Bon-bon was not a pony to believe in something so farfetched, she was a pony of logic and physical proof-

“D-Did that bag just move?!...” Her voice shout-whispered sharply to herself, her eyes wide and threatening to pop out her head and rear end pressed against the door.

The bag twitched again, the other one besides it beginning to shuffle in spot with a clear, heart stopping zipper noise that soon followed. The moment the long, drawn out noises hit Bon-bon’s ears, she lifted herself onto her hind legs and twirled, pressing hard against the two doors in a panic. Her throat was clenched, chest aching from her gasps building on one on top of the other, unable to scream even.

That is, until a single hoofstep noise filled the room…

“It won’t open!” She shrieked, sobbing between her frantic whimpers, praying that somehow, someway by some divine intervening that these thick doors would open! She did not dare to turn around, just the thought and all the images from those wretched movies that Lyra enjoyed was more than enough.

With her only exit condemning her, her fight or flight responses took hold of her body, possessing her to turn and face the shambling two bodies that dragged their hooves towards her.

Both males, one an earth pony, the other a unicorn sharing similar light grey color bodies. Their faces devoid of life; pupils gone, maws misshaped with their herbivorous teeth now jagged and elongated out in front of their withered lips. The unicorn was in a nurse’s outfit looking recently turned with wounds across his forelegs and torso, while the other bared the red and Coagulated black pieces in his maw that the other stallion was missing…

Somewhere, higher above any pegasi could reach, further than the sun or stars in a different plane of existence. A group of similar beige colored ponies perked their heads up from their leisurely gathering. They wore an assortment of ancient plated armors of scale, iron and the toughest of wood from fabled trees. The array of winged, horn and earth pony comrades gathered to an edge of the main peach golden cloud, feeling an energy they had not felt in centuries.

These almost Viking-like ponies glanced towards each other without even the slightest hint of body language, the glints in their eyes more than enough to come to a unified conclusion. Before long, the eldest of the behemoth like stallions stepped out from the middle of their meeting circle. These resting spirits of pony Valhalla closed their eyes together along with their chief, and before long a howl of a mighty force started to shake the heavens and endless skies of their rightful given place. Their thousand year war cry that would cause any fortress to crumble to their knees shot out and became one, with a certain mare.

-_Back at the morgue_-

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!”

Yep, Bon-bon.

Although her war cry was far from the empowering and courage riddled sound that her ancestors or any warrior, no. Instead she sounded more like that time the entire town was woken up by a shriek of pure terror and rage from the direction of Cloudsdale. Later it was discovered that the noise was a result of a certain cyan pegasus that somehow had her VIP front seat Wonderbolts tickets thrown into a blender.

Bon-bon roared out with the might of her ancestors- sort of, shaking violently in a bipedal stance the whole time she shouted into her front hooves, like she was giving those appendages either pep talk or verbal abuse. The sight was intimidating enough to even have the two zombies stop in their tracks and glance to each other for a second. And that second was all Bon-bon needed.

A sickening crunch mixed into Bon-bon’s scream, caused by a soaring hoof on crumbling snout of a zombie pony. The blood soaked stallion hurdled to the other side of the room with deafening bang against the steel drawers. He fell, lifeless- well not moving since… anyway. Bon-bon’s roar had stopped but her fight for her precious brains did not!

The chained beast that slumbered within bon-bon’s weak, rusted cage of self control had shattered its restraints whole. She was pissed- no, more than pissed. Imagine a bear walking through the woods, suddenly the ursine is captured, cattle prodded, kept in a small, cramped cage and forced into humiliating acts like riding a unicycle. Times that by ten, and add some clowns and a loudmouthed ring master who would engage in adulterous acts besides the cage during late hours when animals were sleeping. Oh and no, the bear can’t say a thing; every retaliation is met with an electrical discharge, tranquilizer dart or a painful whip. And oh the squeakiness of it all! Clowns walking about at every hour of every day with their annoying shoes, and imagine how much more annoying that sound is when one of them is being taken from behind from a fat stallion circus trainer muttering constant profanities before the climax of confetti and a party blower popped the bear’s ears.

Those events is what transpired to the clown massacre of Ponyville two years ago when the circus came to town, Bon-bon would never forget that horrifying day. And that is just how enraged she was right now, pissed as a clown hating bear.

Lyra thought it was fucking hilarious until she figured out it was not part of the act… an hour later.

Now where were we? Oh right, zombies.

SLAM!

Like a dealer wanting their money, Bon-bon held the head of one of the dazed stallions, forcing it in place at the edge of an open drawer. In violent motions, she slammed the thick, steel door shut onto the head of the now gargling stallion repeatedly, attempting to do the age old zombie killing technique. The room was in shambles, and by now there was a whole lot more blood than there was a few minutes ago!

“Stop!” A voice shot through the opening steel doors, a hazelnut coated mare in a lavish business skirt and top came racing in followed by two other hospital intern ponies. Their appearance created no surprise to the bloodied face of Bon-bon, who merely turned in her upright position with her shoulders rising and falling in deep, rage imbued breaths. Her eyes were bloodshot, nostrils flaring with a hint of steam puffing on each exhale and glaring to the sudden arrival of potential threats. Oh how her ancestors would be proud… but…

-_Twenty minutes earlier_-

A tacky show title graphic swoops across the television screens of Equestria, accompanied with its usual jingle. The loud clamber of hooves applauding rivaled the annoying show tune as the commercial break ended with cheers from the live audience. And of course, the mandatory camera pan over their heads to the announcer standing in the middle of an empty but brightly lit stage.

“Whoa! Welcome back ladies and gentlecolts! If you’ve just tuned in, that’s ok! Cause the main event of our ‘live-lunch-hour-scare’ is underway on… “ she paused for dramatic effect, camera zooming out for the unnecessary announcement of, “Perfect Panic!”

The audience cheered along the name of what was Equestria’s most popular prank show that broadcast just when most businesses would have their lunch break; golden afternoon hour.

“Now without further ado, audience, let’s get onto today’s big scare!” The hostess announced, throwing her front legs in the air to emphasize the ‘excitement’ this branch of entertainment relied upon.

And with that, viewers from their homes or workplace lunch rooms would be met with exaggerated graffiti effects as a sort of slide show presentation began in form of black and white photographs layering one on top of the other. The same hostess providing some… interesting detail off-screen.

“This week we’ve got an intern nurse fresh out of medical school! She came to Ponyville to study with a diverse mixture of specialists at north Ponyville hospital. That’s right, folks! she’s an ambitious one to work at the largest and most popular patch up shack. “ She explained, with the crowd giving a long ‘ooooh’ like noise of intrigue.

Photographs piled onto the screen, consisting of a young earth pony mare, the hospital itself and of course more profile photos, some looking more invasive than others… A surprise shower snapshot for instance. She was cute however; peach yellow coat and ginger red mane with bright azure eyes.

The screen panned to a graphic of an animated television, the static screen fizzling before a clearer image of Ponyville hospital became visible. Soon the image transitioned to what appeared to be a familiar, cold blue room.

“We’ve got a contact on the inside to send nurse Quick Patch down to the morgue to ‘collect’ some samples from a recent organ donor… But what she’s about to bump into is something that will cause her to tear apart every medical textbook she’s ever read!”

Cruelty would perhaps be the best tagline for this show so far. But as far as entertainment goes: As long as it’s juicy and hilarious at somepony else's expense, its comedy gold. no shit.

Who said that?

Anyway.

“Our actors have placed themselves hidden inside body bags, ready and waiting for our victim to waltz in and… well, you’ll just have to see!” The hostess giggle snorted rather fiendishly, keeping silent from then on as screens across Equestria now started the main event.

Hidden cameras positioned in multiple positions, the main one being a corner ceiling camera hidden in the shadows that gave an almost-full view of the entire room. The screen flickered just after a few seconds to a focused camera that was perched right beside the door, then onto an infrared view of the stairwell just outside. The deep green and black image merely showed a mare unsteadily making her way down towards the steel doors.

Even the hostess had to squint to try and identify the oncoming pony, along with all the other viewers that were holding their breath, how exciting! The doors closed behind the mare with a reassuring –click- of its thick handle. Once she was in the actual morgue, another pony had crept out from under the stairwell and stealthily fastened a rope around the door handles. The live audience giggled at this scene as the masked stallion gave a large grin to the infrared camera, whilst gesturing, shhhh.

Without missing a beat, the screen flickered to the near-full room view. Confusion quickly swept across the minds of viewers at home; that definitely was not the peach colored nurse… That just made it all the more interesting to keep watching.

From within the control room overlooking the progress of their live broadcast, a set of deep gold narrowed her almost seductively slanted eyes, “Keep the broadcast, follow just as organized” She instructed to the ponies seated before various control panels and monitors.

Just like clockwork, the plan had begun to unfold. Both body bags shuffled ten seconds after they would hear the door close, and give a heart stopping performance that would even make Green Rosemaro - leading zombie movie director, proud. Both stallions shuffled and moaned as they limped towards the now panicking beige pony, frantically beating at the steel doors. The crowd ate it up, bursting into laughter just to see the sheer terror shaking up the bubblegum haired mare. The camera angles flicked back and forth between the full room view and small cameras positioned on the clothing of the actors, zooming in onto Bon-bon’s face, comedy gold right there! The producers could feels the bits raining down on them already-

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Laughter stopped quicker than a dead foal joke at a foal shower.

The blood curdling scream of unmistakable rage had all viewers, hostess and control room operators of the show watching in awe. The blur of a cream colored hoof smashing one actor across the room suddenly turned this prank reality TV show into ESPN (Equestrian sport pony network) mixed martial hoof!

The loud slam and powerful impact was enough to have the above camera shake into momentary static and tilt over, still catching the intense action that followed. But instead of total horror and shock that would normally tremble the upstanding and civilized equines of the noble Equestrian society…

“YEAH!” Yelled Horsepower from within the live audience.

The crowd followed the bulky stallion’s enthusiasm, hollering and whooping, all for the beat down. The same energies however, were not expressed by the hostess or producer watching from their control room.

“Do we… um, cut to commercial?” A nervous young mare questioned her superior, keeping her hooves over the large buttons that controlled the cameras.

The superior in question was an elegant chocolate colored mare, her long flowing hair matching the tone of hazelnuts. Her stern golden eyes narrowed pensively to the scene unfolding, pulling her eyes between her dying actors and the sight of the approving crowd.

“No.” She said flatly, turning as she cantered towards the exit “Keep it rolling... though hold my calls and call the insurers.” She instructed further in a cool and concise manner. But her hooves were quick to start stampeding down the halls and out onto the streets of Ponyville in a hurry.

-_Present time_-

“You’ve been had!” announced the chocolate mare, doing her best to keep up her refined, stern appearance. Deep down though, she was shaking in her horse shoes.

The two accompanying stallions appeared to be interns in their light green scrubs, one of which was the contact that set up the prank after being rejected by nurse Quick Patch for a date. Even though they worked in a hospital, the two were mortified by the sight of fake-blood splattered across the standing mare and body drawers… The actors weren’t moving.

The confrontation and negotiations quickly shattered as a single step forward from the scorned mare came. Bon-bon was simply not in a state of mind for logical deductions, stricken with the flight or fight response that still appeared to be taking full hold of her volatile emotions and pent up rage that was sweet fuel to the flames.

The three had backed away as their once ‘victim’ drew near, causing viewers to be at the edge of their seats!

“Bon-bon?” A voice called from behind the three trembling ponies.

Out from the shadows appeared two figures, one shorter than the other and much more square shaped as well, engulfed in a magical aura. The other would-be brave ponies made way for the others without missing a beat, since Bon-bon by now had grabbed a nearby dislodged drawer door in her hooves as she continued her advance. Primal instincts did not have a pause feature.

“Boom Boom!” A slurred voice chirped from the dim shadows, an all too familiar one that gave would truly make Bon-bon’s day shine.

“Lyra?” Bon-bon squeaked, dropping her state of rage-gore the mare-barian in a heartbeat, as well as her posture and makeshift weapon.

Wheeled in with the aid of a unicorn’s magic, Lyra was propped up in the seat in her usual- but still socially awkward – position. Her eyes were drifting about and rolling in her skull, mouth partially open and making a dragged out little giggle noise every so often. Her gown itself being victim to constant changes due to the substantial amount of… drool. A stern voice of a familiar doctor however took the eyes off of the delirious sea green mare.

“Can’t you just stay out of trouble for at least ONE day, Miss Bon-bon?” Doctor Zap’s voice rang through the room, devoid of all its chipper and optimistic promise. Instead it was thick in the chest cringing tone of a very disappointed parent.

All eyes both in the room and behind the screens of TV screens turned their attention to the handsome medical professional. He dismissed the auras around his horn and Lyra’s wheelchair, placing a gentle hoof onto Lyra’s mane to give a comforting pat, “it was your partner’s outbursts upstairs while watching this absurd excuse for entertainment that lead me here.” He explained coolly.

Bon-bon was still in the process of registering just how her surroundings ended in such terrible shambles- unaware of the two rather catatonic stallions that lay behind her under a pile of carts and empty body bags. Being under such spotlight was enough to have her centre of balance dissolve; little did she know that her shaky self was all thanks to wonderful adrenaline!

Z-Zombies… I remember zombies…

But just as Dr. Zap’s mouth opened to speak once again, a chocolate brown blur blitzed and ended up pressed against Bon-bon’s side.

“Bon-bon is it? Well I have to say that was quite a performance!” The well presented mare giggled in excitement.

“P-Performance?...” Bon-bon repeated, lifting her forelegs defensively as her personal space was being invaded.

“Yes! I have not seen that much flank whooping since Zeena Warrior Princess! Oh I loved that Zebra actress… You made her best scenes look like a chick flick!” She continued on to say, waving out a free hoof out in front of their eyes for emphasis, “I can see it now, Sweet Chainsaws- No! Hooves of the Damned! A gritty tale of a mare prison underground fight!” She gasped with her eyes twinkling in a brighter idea, “When Mares go BAD!”

Bon-bon’s eyes blinked, utterly dumbfounded and lost in what was going on. Vague images passed her mind, her panic, the doors and would-be zombies. Her eyes squeezed, scrutinizing the dim corner of the ceiling room…

A hidden camera.

Bon-bon’s eyes curved into a sour look, humiliation was a word not even close to describing the shattering blow to her already severely damaged reputation. She was quite knowledgeable of how some ‘canned camera’ and how much she just loathed them.

“Thanks…” Bon-bon promptly removed the other mare’s foreleg, stepping away and walking off towards her shrink and partner, “But no thanks.” She spat out, cantering off towards the exit with the other two following after her.

“Wait! But there is just so much you can do! Don’t you want to be known as a star?!” The producer pleaded with an exaggerated point towards her prized little budding celebrity.

A loud slam of the two steel doors being bucked in by Bon-bon’s hind legs was all the answer the money hungry mare would need. And to make sure her point got across, Bon-bon quickly fastened the same rope that imprisoned her before to keep the trouble causing producer and two clueless interns locked in with two other out cold actors that were going to wake quite soon and most likely want legal compensation.

“That went well…” Doctor Zap commented with a cheeky little smirk of approval to his patient, unaware the Lyra was sucking on his tail.

The cream pony though merely kept her head down after her moment of what little revenge her more calm state of mind could muster. Her snout pointed towards the ground in a look of shame and emotional exhaustion creeping in again.

Across Equestria though, the crowd started to laugh again at the misfortune of the producer that started to bang her hooves against the doors and holler out profanities like a spoiled brat.

A short trip to the upper levels came with a mixed maelstrom of emotion swirling around Bon-bon’s throat. She could feel eyes planted on her at every corner she turned, her partner was alive, found but not at all the mare she knew. As for her doctor, he kept his nose pointed forward and led the two mares to his office on the higher levels, glaring at snickering interns who caught the show live from the cafeteria.

Before long, Bon-bon found herself seated in a dark navy blue lounge with Lyra’s wheelchair parked next to her, gently holding the hoof of her giddy and… intoxicated marefriend. Dr. Zap’s office reminded Bon-bon of the group therapy room at the community hall, a cozy setting with comfortable seats, motivational posters and bookshelves not entirely filled with books, but boxes. The only real formal objects were his basic oak wood desk and filing cabinet besides his own little office lounge.

Even now, Bon-bon had trouble looking to her doctor, looking to her hooves or Lyra’s body since her face was just too heartbreaking to look at. The sound of papers moving across Dr. Zap’s desk filled the room with the occasional drowsy noise from Lyra, Bon-bon couldn’t take it any more.

“Doctor, what happened?” She asked, unable to keep her eyes from glassing over.

“A few things, from what reports I have gathered in the short time. But I can answer all your questions with one simple conclusion I have come across.” Zap said with his promising attitude shining through again, enough to give Bon-bon a thud in her chest of some comfort.

what was that? She dismissed the feeling. But it happened again when Doctor Zap’s lips widened to a soft smile. And with her emotionally shredded state, she felt best to just ignore most feelings... well she'd be able to.

The stallion’s head ducked under his desk, opening the larger drawer and removing a carton of eggs, placing it on the desk carefully with his magic. The carton opened with a graceful flick of his telekinetic magic, raising a single egg from its carriage.

“See this? This is your emotional state of mind prior to your court order.” He explained, and gave a light tap to the edge of his desk, cracking the shell but not enough to shatter it whole and spill its gooey innards.

Bon-bon merely gave a nod, her brow furrowing with a frown matching the same amount of worry.

SPLAT

He threw the egg down on his desk, the egg exploding in a small splatter of shell shrapnel and clear egg yolk flinging across his desk, his face unchanged. “And that was your emotional state, oh say… at the end of yesterday when you, your partner and pregnant friend were all brought in unconscious”

“Oh my- wait, pregnant?” Bon-bon had winced before going wide-eyed in surprise.

“Yes,” Dr. Zap happily said, “two months to be exact, poor girl didn’t even know but I assure you the baby is perfectly fine.”

“Babies!” Lyra finally spoke up, flinging her hooves in the air before falling forward onto Bon-bon’s lap, causing her marefriend to squeal before she could unleash another set of questions regarding Carrot top.

“Lesh have a bebeh right here Bonsy…” Lyra continued on to say, nuzzling Bon-bon’s stomach. Needless to say it caused a beet red colour to flush across Bon-bon’s cheeks to hear such things, stuttering and falling over her own words trying to say something back, but how could she? Lyra was still in some crazed state of mind and Bon-bon had never interacted with ponies who were inebriated from anything harder than alcohol.

“Ah, yes. Miss Heartstrings current condition…” Zap’s voice fell from its upbeat vibe, narrowing his eyes to another dossier placed close to the edge of his desk. He paused with his eyes widening, looking back to the carton of eggs, “Oh right, where was I?” his smile returned, but it was quick to scrunch up as he caught sight of Bon-bon’s watery eyes holding onto Lyra’s drooling head, an occasional eye twitch striking the beige pony’s eyelid, hard enough to have a few strands of her mane frizzle.

“Erm…” He hummed, motioning to bring his hooves to the carton of eggs. He hesitated however, seeing just how distraught Bon-bon looked, cradling her lover’s head on her lap with her expression squeezed to a disheartening look of anguish. So the psychiatric pony thought better and dropped the goofy act for her sake.

Bon-bon merely stared, if her frown grew any longer, half her face might fall off.

The example of egg props was more effective within a group setting, that and not quite appropriate in front of a potentially permanently brain damaged unicorn. But with a clearing of his throat, the manila folder was raised with a dash of magic and floating over the massacred egg from before.

“Yes…” He said absently, turning a few pages of the documented testing on Lyra’s fluids and diagnostics. He continued “Discord’s magic carpet ride, but a different blend altogether… The effect is long lasting, almost like an alchemic combination from a magic Brewster.”

“D-Discord!?” Bon-bon interjected, squeezing Lyra’s skull against her stomach without realizing, causing the sea green pony to squeak and blow her lips in a raspberry against her lover’s belly. “The lord of chaos?!”

“God of chaos” He corrected.

“Whatever!” Bon-bon snapped, “What in Equestria does he have to do with Lyra!?” Bon-bon was already starting to hyperventilate, her voice becoming as raspy and high pitched as an extremely over protective parent, lifting Lyra’s head and shaking her frantically, “What have you done!? Are you in a cult?!”

“Bon-bon! Please!” Zap rose from his seat, having to use his magic to ease her grip on Lyra’s unfazed and still droopy face.

The green mare’s head bounced back onto Bon-bon’s lap, starting to chew on her thigh, gently thankfully.

“B-But…” Bon-bon tried to speak up, but the prominent voice of the stallion behind the desk took the lead.

“The magic carpet ride term is merely a slang term for this sort of induced effect,” he explained, waving a hoof in the air to emphasize “You know? …Like puffing the magic dragon? Tasting the sun? Preening the wing? Chewin’ the horn?” He listed, all the while scrutinizing the dumbfounded look of wide eyed Bon-bon… ever so innocent. He face-hoofed for a moment before taking a breath, “She’s high”

“Weee high like a sky in the kite!” Lyra lifted her head to cheer, slumping back into the nestled cream colored fuzz afterwards.

“Oh dear…” Was all Bon-bon could say. She grew up in a strict upbringing against illegal and rowdy activities, and with such strict parents always came daily reminders drilling in her head, drugs are evil… They destroy the lives of ponies… criminals… Was what she was brought up to believe, and with that seed planted in her foal-hood, it created a very thick wall of paranoia and judgment towards the subject of teen parties and recreational substances. Just hearing the fact that Lyra was now under the influence caused a buried reflex to kick in. Wanting to push Lyra away, but at the same time save her. She jumped as a sudden tap grabbed her full attention.

“Bon-bon?” Zap tapped at his desk to grab her attention, he was watching her for a good minute during her space out before growing mildly impatient. “I wasn’t finished.”

“Oh, sorry…”

“Besides the classic concoction of Everfree Locoweed, which is a highly illegal substance in the realm of Equestria. There appears to be an added extra ingredient of something… Well, not so commonly known to the medical world.” He gave an honest to heart shrug, continuing, “More like a myth.”

“Myth?” Bon-bon repeated, finding herself absently petting Lyra’s now sleepy head.

“Well, there is a story that one of the most powerful enhancers of potions and other mixtures inspired for medical purposes, is the fluid of the Mimickrus Quadruped” He paused with his mouth agape and about to continue, seeing that Bon-bon was not bright at all in the field of medicine, or mythical lore. “Changling piss” he deadpanned.

Bon-bon’s cheeks inflated, turning a shade of green across her muzzle. She slammed a hoof in her mouth before the worst could happen, gulping it down made her regret holding it in. As she was busy composing herself and taking frequent breaths after her windpipe was clear of fresh hurl, Zap continued casually.

“Yes, but you see even with limited findings on it, it is labeled little more than a preposterous joke or myth within the medical and substance abusing worlds.” He hopped off his seat, trotting to the two mares, paying close attention to Lyra especially just as she drifted off to a deep slumber. “But like I was saying, the substance is an additive that enhances a chemical mixture by almost twenty times its normal longevity.” He continued, but as he did, he looked suspiciously towards Bon-bon, “Everfree locoweed alone is a strong enough substance to give even the hardest of drug users a high for most of the day… It was purified to an almost perfect degree. How did she get a hold of that bottle?”

Morals, friendship and vengeance gripped onto Bon-bon and started to pull and tug for one of these feelings to claim her whole.

Berry… That fiend, that fucking devil of a mare… I could report her, she’d be locked up for all her public drunkenness and for what she did to Lyra! Maybe she wanted me to drink it too?

The thought was becoming very compelling to throw Berry under the carriage once and for all, the heavy pulse of power spread like a dark seed’s roots along her very being, she’d be lying if she said that just the thought of revenge felt oh-so-damn good.

No… wait, she has a filly and a partner too, Colgate? I can’t remember but she’s famous for something. Maybe if I handle this delicately- No! Why should I? After how much she has disrespected Lyra and me?

Mercy tried to get a hoof in on the tug of war, losing its grip as fast as it grabbed unfortunately, face planting at Bon-bon’s hooves instead. Mercy could only gaze up and watch Bon-bon’s brow narrow almost to that of a fiendish serpent, tongue pressing up against her front teeth as her first sly words rolled out.

“Why, yes I-“

Heroic bitch slap from mercy!

“I- uh mean I have no idea…” Bon-bon corrected, feeling that hoof mark internally and hating it. Perhaps not being a tattle tail or a snitch in this case would be for the better, right? Berry is still a mare with feelings. Slut is not an emotion!

Her doctor could only watch with intense scrutiny towards his most volatile patient, but had no other choice but to take her answer and dismiss it with a thoughtful sigh, “Very well… I suppose she should rest for the meantime and undergo a week long detox procedure that should just do the trick.”

“So she’ll be OK?” Bon-bon perked with a radiant hope bouncing off her lips.

“Well, it is just a sort of ‘poison’ in a few ways, nothing lethal in the slightest- I think.” He paused to review what he had just said, “But there shouldn’t be any complications if her system is flushed of foreign bodies and administered standard drips on her resting periods here.” Reassuring her with a smile, Doctor Zap turned to make his way over to his desk and tap a button on his intercom. The small charcoal box emitted a loud buzz before a sweet mare’s voice responded.

“On my way Doctor Zap”

To Bon-bon, her doctor was becoming some sort of a hero; getting her out of these stressful jams when she had no ray of light to follow. She smiled knowing he cared, even though it was his job to do so. She knew that just because she spared the accusation of Berry, she would not let this go.

I’ll have to settle you myself…

Her hold tightened onto Lyra’s sleeping head, leaning down to plant a kiss to her lover’s mane.

The sun had curved and started its slow descent towards the horizon, marking the peak hour where school children would flock out from their schools and swarm the unprepared masses of Ponyville for more ruckus than usual.

Bon-bon was discharged by Doctor Zap, on grounds that she undergoes one of the group activities early, with another patient of his. She sat by herself with an untouched cup of tea that had long since lost its piping hot steam, sitting cold and unwanted on the small outdoor table belonging to one of the many cafes next to the park. The town bustled with life as mares and their foals were shopping at this hour, a few other ponies walking about and laughing as their shifts ended early. All was cheery and bright except for Bon-bon, watching the townsfolk living their lives without a hint of worry on any faces, wishing she could be just like that right now.

Her hoof pressed against her soft cream cheek, leaning partially on the edge of the table, waiting for this so-called other patient of Doctor Zap's to arrive.

“Lyra… Carrot top…” Bon-bon whispered out a sighing breath. She pondered if everything could go back to normal, and if all this drama was really worth her self-development. Somehow in the process of getting help for an issue brewing in her for Celestia knows, how long. Ponies she cared for had been sucked in to her void of almost nut-house-admitting misfortunes. Doctor Zap too, Berry, the others at the meetings… How do they keep on smiling?

“Here goes!” A sudden cheer of a filly caught Bon-bon’s attention, derailing her train of thought and causing a massacre of 7 imaginary ponies along her frontal lobe.

Coming from the direction of the park walkway bridge, a blur of orange and purple raced through the scattering and alarmed crowds of Ponyville. The sounds of a rolling scooter wheels thundering caught the attention of some nearby stall owners, quick to narrow their expressions to an unimpressed look; this was not the first time…

Somehow, a pile of spare construction materials were conveniently placed in such a way that would create the perfect ramp. With perfect momentum, the orange filly soared off and into the air, spreading her tiny wings to catch some good amount of gliding- TOO MUCH.

She screamed in terror as the wooden portion of Sugarcube Corner’s second storey came in full view, smashing through the painted pink planks and disappearing inside.

“Hi Scootaloo!” Pinkie Pie sang from within the turmoil, happy as ever.

The next thing that onlookers of Ponyville would see would be Scootaloo galloping out the front entrance of the confectionery store, covered in layers of icing. Embarrassed, bruised and now a bit sticky, she didn’t look back as she fled the scene of the crime.

“You forgot your scooter!” Pinkie Pie called out after the fleeing filly, wheeling out the small contraption in her hooves and licking off some white cake icing from the handlebars.

Just another normal day in Ponyville.

“Bon-bon, right?” Another voice yanked at Bon-bon’s attention.

The beige pony gave an involuntary squeal and jumped in her seat to the arrival of a yellow pegasus mare. The two shared an awkward silence and looked away to their surroundings for a moment before the aqua haired mare broke the silence.

“Uhh, Zap sent me, you’re going to be my partner, right?” She chirped innocently.

“Partner?” Bon-bon repeated, looking utterly clueless.

“Oh, right! You’re new, I forgot.” She admitted with a giggle, “We get this buddy thing going, see? Kinda like uh… seeing stuff from different angles with somepony else just as messed up.”

Bon-bon held in a grimace, but instead pursed her lips looking as if she were about to laugh. She was far from it though, calmly nodding her head with a small noise of understanding. Her new ‘buddy’ continuing on, seeing as Bon-bon was just staring at her.

Ehehe… messed up, funny…

“I’m Raindrops by the way, you’re gonna LOVE being my buddy!”

“Glad to hear!” Bon-bon finally responded, taking in Raindrops’s enthusiasm with a bit more of an open heart.

The two carried on the positive conversation to the meager talk of each other’s day- Bon-bon tried to give as little detail on the dramas, and what parts of Ponyville they were from. A purple smudge at the corner of Bon-bon’s peripheral vision however caused her neck to snap in the direction of the library close to the centre of town. A certain woozy mare stumbled into the entrance of the tree library, the sight alone sent a pang of outrage and anger coursing through Bon-bon’s chest.

She glared with her blue eyes turning to daggers, burning as they narrowed towards her rage’s next destination.

“Bon-bon? Bons? Ello?” Raindrops cooed, trying to catch her fellow therapy comrade’s attention with a few taps to the table. To no avail, her wings drooped to some defeat. “Ugh, come on, don’t be a pile of bricks like Big Mac- oh”

By the corner of the yellow mare’s own eyes, she caught sight of her own piece of intriguing eye candy. Turning to see a cyan pony in an embrace with a bouquet wielding stallion.

“Oh my gosh, Bon-bon look! Is that Rainbow dash and Thunderlane hugging?” She gasped the words like a shocked fan girl, Bon-bon still not even paying attention.

“Oh, wait no. She’s- yep. She’s strangling him. Still strangling… Now she’s hitting him. Wow…” Her excitement dropped to a flat tone, since Rainbow dash beating up somepony was as common as Pinkie Pie’s parties… Well difference being her parties are ALWAYS awesome.

And that is why you never give counterfeit Wonderbolt tickets to a mare you’re trying to date.

Oh right, back to Bon-bon.

I have someone to strangle too…

“Come on Raindrops, we’re going to the library.” Bon-bon seethed the words, leaping off her seat to trot towards said book fortress.

“Oh! This’ll be a great way for us to get acquainted better! I enjoy reading.” Raindrops said, clueless to what fire was brewing and burning across Bon-bon’s mind, she simply cantered along with a happy smile.

Meanwhile, in a certain hospital room belonging to a peculiar green unicorn.

Doctor Zap entered the room with a clipboard levitating in front of his field of vision, humming and flipping a few pages, speaking in his usual upbeat demeanor.

“Alright Miss Heartstrings, we’re going to prepare you for the initial steps of the detox program, and- uh…” Lowering the clipboard, the stallion had gone wide-eyed to the sight of an empty bed, an open window and a tied up nurse where Lyra once laid.

She was gagged with her own nurse stockings, blindfolded and had a limb tied to each corner of the bed.

“Nurse Redheart!? What happened?” Zap dashed to the nurse’s side, pulling out the bunched up stockings from the still struggling white mare.

“Doctor!” She gasped, before spitting out the taste of the lacy material from her mouth, “pleh! She got up and attacked me! She seemed so much different from her droopy self. I thought she was going to fall asleep and she just spouted something about finding ‘the truth’ “

“The truth?!”

“Yes! Now get this blindfold off me, I feel so expose- Mnfff” Her mouth became full of the bunched up makeshift gag, giving muffled noises of protest. It had fallen from Zap’s telekinetic grip.

“Hm… This is more complex than we could ever imagine… Who knows what madness that warped pony could get into…” Doctor Zap said in a low tone, looking out towards the window with the most serious of faces a doctor could possibly make. It wiped away though when he suddenly snickered down to the nurse.

“Hey, remember that time we met at that party and-“

“Pfft! Fucking untie me!” Nurse Redheart growled, spitting the bundled cloth blindly at Zap’s face.

Meanwhile, somewhere near Ponyville mane street

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“Psst… Derpy!” A shaking little bush said, with a small green horn poking out its leaves…

Author's notes: A challenging aspect of this experiment is balancing the different emotions from scene to scene while maintaining a fluid transition between them.  Any pointers?

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