“Rarity!” Twilight called, looking up at the open window that belonged to Rarity's bedroom. She grunted in frustration when there was no response. Night had began to set once again, but that was no excuse. “RARITY!” she cried louder, her lungs almost giving out. Finally a light came on, and the white unicorn emerged from the window, her face covered in green mud and cucumbers in her eyes. Her mane, done up in curlers, bobbed around as she looked frantically for the source of the screaming before remembering the slices on her eyes and removing them.

“Twilight? What's wrong?” she asked, concern in her voice. Twilight wouldn't be up so late, at least not outside, so it must be serious.

“We need to talk,” Twilight replied flatly, her eyes narrowing.

“Can't it wait until morning?” Rarity asked. “I need to get my beauty sleep!” She pointed a hoof to her face.

“No, it can't.” Twilight seethed through gritted teeth. “This is serious, Rarity!”

Rarity left the window and turned off the light. Twilight was about to object when the front door opened. “Well, in that case, come on in.”

Twilight stared into her coffee mug as she tried to piece together how she was going to break this news. Rarity's blue eyes watched with intensity as she visualized the gears turning in Twilight's mind. Finally, the purple unicorn sighed and looked up, her eyes serious but showing a sadness. “I talked to Pinkie Pie...”

Rarity's eyes widened at this news as she sipped her own coffee. She hadn't seen or heard from Pinkie since that strange out of character moment she witnessed. “Oh, do tell me what's wrong, dear,” she waved a hoof.

“If....if she can't find forgiveness,” Twilight glanced away, focusing on the elaborate wall designs, “she'll never forgive herself...” her gaze returned to her coffee. “She's already in serious trouble as it is.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Rarity placed a hoof on her chest as if trying to still her heart. Her fear was justified if Pinkie returning that gag was any indication of her behavior.

“Well...Pinkie kind of....” this was going to be hard to say. “raped Minty...” Twilight's face was visibly pained when she spoke that word.

“You're kidding, right?” Rarity shook her head sending her curls bobbing frantically, eyes widened in terror. “She would never do something like that!”

“She did it because she was caught up in the moment, because of one of your toys that she didn't get instruction on how to properly use!” Twilight snapped, pointing an accusing hoof at Rarity, who recoiled slightly in shock.

“Are you saying....that I'm an accessory to this?” Rarity's mouth hung agape as she tried to process this.

“I don't think you are,” Twilight looked back at her mug once more. “But pray that Celestia thinks the same way.” She didn't really know how Equestrian law worked on such crimes, since they never really were a problem. Such things did exist, however, and she was certain the punishment wouldn't be very pleasant for either of them.

It was Rarity's turn to stare at her own mug, her face showing deep thought. “I...I just thought that I would be generous. Share the joy with others and make a little more money for the shop,” she frowned. “I had no idea it would hurt anypony...Why, just tonight I sold Bonbon something!” Rarity's expression perked up for a moment when she recalled that. Bonbon was so happy, and even said that she intended to try something else to repay Lyra.

Twilight frowned. She didn't want to take away Rarity's business, nor did she want to lose her or her friends. “The only recourse for this is for you to accompany Pinkie tomorrow, and make amends to Minty,” she spoke calmly, thumping a hoof lightly on the table to signify her finality on the affair.  

Rarity nodded in agreement. “Will we still be punished?” She cocked her head, pouting slightly like Twilight had any power to convince Celestia otherwise. Twilight saw this expression, and shook her head.

“It might make it less severe,” she replied with a long sigh. Why do you ponies always put me into these messes?

“Then...I will accompany her and apologize as well,” Rarity bowed her head. “It's the only ladylike thing to do.”

Bonbon couldn't wait much longer. She looked up from her book to stare at the door of their cottage like the act would make time pass faster. Lyra was never this late from a performance, if her lamenting about the crowd size was anything to go by. The thought of her mate having so few adoring fans made her frown, but she quickly smiled. She was the true love of Lyra's life, and any other pony would be lucky to have her. She returned to her trashy novel when the door finally opened and Lyra sulked in.

“What happened dear?!” Bonbon was quick to rush to her lover's side and offer comfort. She could see the sadness in Lyra's eyes.

The green unicorn glanced up, into those cyan eyes filled with worry for her. She muster a fake smile. “Nothing...just...” her smile dropped as she looked at the floor. “It was another poor turnout.”

Bonbon frowned. “Well, at least Sonata was there, right?” She felt kind of guilty for not being able to make it due to working late, but she knew Lyra understood. There will be plenty of quality time tonight.

“Yeah,” Lyra smiled, this time genuine. “She's such an adorable girl! I'm glad I could be an inspiration to at least somepony.”

“You're an inspiration to more than you know. You just don't see them, probably because they're too nervous to see you.” Bonbon playfully jabbed Lyra's side, eliciting a giggle from the two as they locked eyes once more.

“So, what's for dinner?” the green unicorn asked, her stomach rumbling breaking the romantic silence.

“I made something special! To celebrate tonight!” Bonbon trotted off to the kitchen, a spring in her step.

“Tonight? What's tonight?” Lyra asked, quirking a brow. Her wandering eyes then fell onto the bag from Rarity's on the table, and a smile crossed her lips. She silently crept into the kitchen, stopping to admire the flank in front of her, the blue and pink tail swaying happily as she set to work. Bonbon was a bit pudgy from all the candy she ate at work, but Lyra didn't mind. In fact, she thought it kind of cute. A few more silent steps, and Lyra was now right behind her, smiling as she stood on her hind hooves.

Bonbon's humming was cut off by a small yelp of surprise when she felt hooves around her waist. “Lyra, you naughty filly! At least have dinner first!” She looked over her shoulder at the pony straddling her and gave a smile, her eyes narrowed.

“How about I take care of the rest of dinner? After all, it's your time to shine tonight,” she leaned forward and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Bonbon smiled and gently wiggled free of Lyra's grasp, walking back into the living room. Lyra glanced over at the pots of boiling water on the stove, and realized she didn't know what was being made. Rolling her eyes, she glanced over her shoulder. “Bonbon, dear? What are we having for dinner?”

The dinner of vegetarian spaghetti was delicious if Lyra could say so herself. She wasn't one to brag however, and remained quiet and humble as Bonbon relished her cooking. She blushed slightly when Bonbon let out an orgasmic moan at the flavor of a particular bite. “Lyra, darling, you've outdone yourself!”

“Did we, uh...drink all of the wine?” Lyra asked, trying not to get to excited at the table, lest she ruin the nice cushion. Too late.

“Really? You're getting to be as bad as Berry Punch! Yes we drank all of the wine, but I want you sober anyway to appreciate what I've got in store.” Bonbon smiled again and continued eating. Lyra glanced away, her golden eyes wandering as she tried to place why she was always so nervous. She never suffered from this extreme of nervosa from performing for crowds. Another playful moan from Bonbon as she helped herself snapped Lyra from her thoughts, and she blushed again, feeling the small puddle forming under her on the cushion. What is she planning? A few casual glances from her plate caused her to notice that Bonbon was staring at her, a mischievous grin.

“I'm serious, you really outdid yourself!” Bonbon repeated as she lie on the bed, clutching her stuffed belly with her hooves. “I normally don't eat that much.”

Lyra emerged from the bathroom, having brushed her teeth thoroughly to remove the smell of garlic on her breath. That wouldn't be very pleasant in the heat of the moment. She pulled herself up onto the bed, making Bonbon squirm humorously as the contents of her stomach bounced around, making a sickly look appear on the earth pony's face. Lyra giggled as she lay down beside her, her legs bracing Bonbon's flank she cuddled closer. “So, what's the plan for tonight?” The whisper of hot breath sent a chill down Bonbon's spine, and she shuddered, her eyes snapped open when she felt a tug on her ear.

“Well....the way you used your horn the last time...” Bonbon blushed, “It got me to thinking that it could be used for other...things....”

“Really?” Lyra asked, cuddling even closer still, her wetness rubbing on her lover's thigh. “Like what?” She played a hoof over Bonbon's chest, then lower still to her slightly bulging stomach.

“Well...” Bonbon sat up on the bed and placed a pillow against the headboard, giving it a tap with her hoof to signal Lyra to lie upon it. The green pony pressed her back against the cool fabric, an eyebrow raised at what was going to happen. “Now close your eyes.” Lyra smirked as she did so, figuring that she would be told to open them and see Bonbon wearing some ridiculous fake horn on her head in an attempt to return the experience. After a few minuets however, she frowned in confusion at the shifting weight next to her, the sudden weight against the side of her head, and the wetness on her shoulder. Her eyes wanted to snap open and see what in Equestria she was doing, but she decided against it as she awaited this surprise.

Bonbon took a moment to admire the elegance of the structure before her. The fluted horn was never really much more than a tool to either of them until that faithful night. But now, she looked at it in a very different perspective. She shifted a bit closer, her chest pressing against Lyra's ear, allowing the pony to hear her rapid heartbeat. Lyra shifted a bit at the sudden pain in her shoulders, but remained still, a smile across her face as she realized what was about to happen. She started slow at first, licking at the tip. Lyra jolted, a sudden feeling shooting down her spine. Her eyes were open now, and she glanced over to get a clear view of the wetness smearing against her shoulder. The smell was intoxicating, sitrring her own needs as she began to reach a hoof down to the depths between her own flanks. Another lap at the tip eliminated the need for that as her hoof froze involuntarily with the rest of her body. She had no idea the horn was that sensitive.

The earth pony began to pick up the pace a bit, getting a feel for how much she could take in without choking. Her mouth slid down the shaft, more moans from Lyra as her tongue scrapped against the ridges on her way back up. Each bob of her head took her lower and lower until her lips were touching the base of the horn. She swirled her tongue around the bone, magic sparks tingling her tongue. Lyra's eyes had rolled to the back of her head, her own hoof uncosciously grinding at the wetness between her flanks. Every lick on her horn sent more pleasure through her as the wetness on her shoulder began to drip furiously. Bonbon could feel the heat emitting from the horn and let off just in time for a small spurt of sparks to fly out. Lyra began shaking as the horn symbolized her orgasm, her hoof prodding in a vain attempt to prolong the pleasure even further. Bonbon continued to grind against Lyra's shoulder, the shuddering muscles of her lover driving her closer to her own conclusion. Her head threw back as she let out a short yelp, her wetness soaking Lyra's shoulder and down her leg. Bonbon almost fell over backwards as Lyra collapsed, her shoulder no longer supporting the earth pony. She directed her weight to fall and land across Lyra's stomach, both gulping for air as they lie in silence.

“So...” Lyra panted, glancing down at the sopping mess on top of her. “What was in the bag?”

Bonbon looked away and blushed, closing her eyes. “A fake horn...”

After another moment of silence, they both began to giggle.

Fluttershy lie down next to Minty and sighed contentedly. It was such a relief to see the pony back in good spirits. But it troubled her on whose side to take in this affair. She didn't want Minty to think she turned on her, nor did she want to lose Pinkie as a friend for getting her in trouble. Biting her lip at this tough decision, she looked over to see Minty was staring at her.

“Are you okay?” She asked, violet eyes locking with cyan. Fluttershy nodded weakly. “I didn't want to get anypony else involved. If....if you don't want to choose, I understand...”

“No...I believe you...but I also believe in Pinkie. I know you do too.” Fluttershy nodded knowingly.

“I shouldn't impose anymore. I'm sorry.” Minty tried to leave but a yellow leg around her withers stopped her from rising up. She looked back at the Pegasus, who now had her stare. It wasn't the normal stare, but potent enough to get Minty's attention.

“I told you, it's nopony's fault. Now relax. Pinkie will be here tomorrow to make amends, and I want you to do what you think is right.” Fluttershy sounded wise beyond her years, but the advice was sound. The mint pony nodded in defeat and reclaimed her spot on the floor. Her longing glance at the door of the cottage was cut off by a nibble at her ear, and she closed her eyes and smiled in content once more.