Dear Lyra and Bon-Bon,

I suppose I should start out by apologizing for not writing in so long. I know, I know! I promised to write more in my last letter, and I’ve betrayed that promise. In my defense, things have been pretty hectic up here in Canterlot. I can only imagine that things are shaping up to be pretty interesting down in Ponyville these days.

Twilight’s been working me ragged these last few months. After all, my proof of equivalent education isn’t going to study for itself, she keeps telling me. Honestly, things have been kind of weird between us lately. Even though she says she’s gotten over the whole business where I went crazy and basically tried to murder her, I can’t help but feel she still blames me for Princess Celestia dragging her back to Canterlot for remedial lessons in responsibility. At least the cram sessions all stopped when I took the exam the other day.

Once while she was tutoring me—I’m still not sure why the princess insisted Twilight be the one to help me—she got kind of frustrated when I mentioned you, Lyra, and said you got off easy. Please don’t be too angry with her about it; after all, we’ve all been under a lot of undue stress from that unfortunate turn of events. Still, I don’t think what she said is exactly true. Yeah, you might have wanted this foal, but you’re certainly suffering for that stupid drunken night we shared with Bon-Bon while she was a stallion.

Speaking of which, I feel bad for you about the whole morning sickness thing, and all that, but that’s karma for you, I guess; for better or worse, you’ll be getting your work-out in responsibility for the next two decades. Speaking of karma, how is chaperoning the Cutie Mark Crusaders treating you? I certainly hope they’re keeping you on your hooves. From what I’ve heard, being bone-idle during your pregnancy can lead to some pretty harrowing foaling.

Aside from the whole obsessive study enforcement, things have been pretty swell here in Canterlot. Doctor Forceps and Candy Stripes have been plenty accommodating to me since I was tossed out of the Canterlot Public Hostel. I still can’t believe the administration there sided with that lecher just because I bit him! Why was he even trying to climb into my bed at two in the morning? The rooms there aren’t even co-ed! Then again, given my history of dangerous behavior, it’s only natural for them to be wary.

Sometimes, I wish I could have stayed in Ponyville, at least until I’m able to apply to the University. Unfortunately, it was made pretty clear on my last few visits that hardly anypony is comfortable around me after my vicious display in that duel. While everypony was nice enough to not say anything during the Season 1 and Season 2 marathon, it’s clear I’ll never fit in. Applejack is decent enough to be nice to me, and Pinkie is... well... Pinkie. Either way, she keeps in touch. Rarity and Fluttershy made any excuse they could to keep away from me on my last visit. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I’m not sure who holds more contempt for me, Rainbow Dash, who accidentally loosed a storm cloud on me, or the Cakes, who have effectively seen to it that I’ll never enter Sugarcube Corner again. Even if I was comfortable with the idea of staying with you two—no offense, but the whole drunk sex thing has me a bit leery of a lot of things now—I don’t think I’d be anything but an outsider there.

Oh! Before I forget, I need to thank you for your little care packages, Bon-Bon! I really enjoyed all the treats you send. I just hope you don’t mind that I’m sharing them with Candy and her mom. It’s the least I can do to repay their kindness. Yeah, I know part of my recompense covers housing until I’m in the University’s dormitories, but sharing is caring, y’know? Seriously though, I really love the sweets you send, and for what it’s worth, I really appreciate the way you wanted Lyra to take responsibility back when this all started. Take care of yourselves, alright?

Sincerely,

Sliver Script

P.S. Have you found out whether it’s going to be a filly or a colt yet?

P.P.S. I never thought to ask before, since it kinda blew my mind when I first thought about it it, but if I was the one inhabiting your body during the conception of the foal, what does that make me? Third mom, godmother, or some weird previously unimagined familial link? You’re welcome for the mind-buck.

Author's Notes:

With the way When a Pony Calls ended, I thought it pertinent to start off with a letter. This is supposed to be a sort of re-cap, as well a sort o slight in-between for the previous story and this one.