Lyra's Meeting

>Be Lyra
>Be sitting on a bench at the park
>Bon Bon should be along soon
>You were supposed to meet, take a walk and chat
>Can't remember about what
>Gaze at the clouds as you try to recall
>A cool breeze tussles your mane as it glides past you
>Your breathing slows as your mind begins to go blank
>You lose yourself in the patterns of the clouds
>It must have been minutes before you realize someone had taken a seat next to you
>It's Pinkie Pie
>Something is different though
>She's wearing a long sleeve shirt, the one Rarity made for her last year as a birthday present
>It is quite lovely, you think
>Light blue fabric, it matches her eyes perfectly
>It fit her just right, all the measurements perfect, hugging her body and accentuating her figure
>Rarity is such a wonderful designer
>You silently wonder when she will be allowed to come back

>"Hello Lyra."
>"Hello Pinkie. Are you sad?"
>Pinkie sighed. "Who says I'm sad?"
>"Your hair is straight today."
>"Suppose your right." Pinkie reached down into her saddle bag to fish around for something
>You see her sleeve come up a bit, revealing gauze wrapped around her foreleg
>It appears to be tacky with blood soaking through, just slightly
>"This weather is lovely, you know." you say as another breeze sweeps gently by
>"It's getting late. I should be on my way," Pinkie says.
>As she stands up and shoulders her pack, you both turn your attention to the hill on your left
>Here comes Fluttershy, giggling, rolling through the grass as two cats run from her
>You both stare in silence as she comes to a stop in front of the bench
>She just lays there

>...
>...
>"Hi Fluttershy," you finally say
>She jumps up and hops over to the bench
>"PSST. You wanna see what I made for my friend?" she asks
>You aren't sure what to make of this
>"Umm, sure."
>Pinkie sits back down for this
>She seems to be as confused as you are
>"Who's your friend, Fluttershy?" Pinkie asks
>"That... is a secret," she giggles as she produces the object she made
>"Oh dear." you say as you look upon it while Pinkie begins to giggle
>It's a plastic baggie full of shit and liquor with some broken glass stuck in it

>"You don't think it's pretty?" she says, hopping up and down
>Pinkie Pie is laughing hysterically now
>"Did that... come out of you?" you ask.
>"Of course it did! I was wearing my diapey like a good foal, but I went in it too much and the strappies busted. So I scooped it all up and made this! My friend loves it when I bring her presents like this," she said before leaning in close and reducing her voice to a whisper. "It's cause she likes to watch me eat them, heehee!"
>You vomit into the grass as the smell of her breath hits you
>"Well, time to go!" Fluttershy says and she trots off. As an afterthought, she turns around and says, "Oh, by the way Pinkie. Sorry about your friend. I hope he comes back."
>You manage to stop retching as she disappears. You weakly sit back up and turn to Pinkie as her tears of laughter quickly dried
>Her mane was even beginning to poof back out a little, but now it lay flat again

>"It was good to see you laugh," you say to Pinkie as you compose yourself. "Why don't we go back to your place and hang out?" you say, remembering the wound on her foreleg. You wonder how many more there are hidden beneath her shirt
>"Say, that's a great idea!" she exclaimed, instantly perking up again. "I've got some fun games we could play, and we can make popcorn and listen to music and stay up late!"
>"Sounds wonderful. Let me just make a note to leave here for Bon Bon that way she can find us," you say as you pull a piece of parchment from your saddlebag. "And I am very sorry about him. I hope he finds his way back to you soon."
>"Thanks, Lyra," she said. "I hope so too."
>You finish the note, and affix it to the bench with a piece of tape.
>"We ready then?" you ask as you stand up. "Let's go have some fun."
>She smiles at you brightly as the two of you begin to walk