/lyra/ Racist Lyra

>The door burst open, smashing into the wall with a loud crash
"Ooga booga, where da minty mares at"
>"Sweet Celestia Anon, don't scare me like that!"
>Gazing around the comfortable home, you couldn't discern the source of the voice
>That is, until you looked up and found a certain tri-colored candy-making mare on top of one of the bookcases
>She had an adorable little pout on her face, and her coat was trembling
>"I swear one of these days it's actually gonna be the border patrol kicking down my door, and I won't realize it until I've got a bag over my head and I'm halfway back to klugetown"
>You would feel sorry for her, except that she should have adjusted after the 3rd time, much less the 5th
>Bon Bon eyed the floor, and let out a small shudder
>"Help me get down. It's your fault I'm even up here in the first place, the least you could do is fix your mess."
>You walk past her
>"Anon?! Where are you going?! Don't just leave me up here!"
>Eyeing up the kitchen, you find a small mixing bowl filled with some partially mixed confectonary slurry
>You stick your finger in it, pulling out a small slop of the goop
>Upon closer inspection, you find tiny dark green flecks mixed in
>You smile, popping the candy mix into your mouth
>"Hey! Who said that was a free sample? Get your fingers outta that bowl mister!"
"Oh yeah? Whatchu gonna do about it?"
>Bon Bon pouts, nervously looking at the ground that was oh-so far away
>You grin
>Without breaking eye contact, you move your finger back over above the bowl
>Ever so slowly, you lower your finger further and further down
>You keep going until you press your finger against the hard marble countertop
>Looking back in confusion, you see the bowl sitting half a foot behind where you last left it
>Something thwaps against the back of your head
>You turn around to see a rolled up newspaper held in a golden-orange aura
>"Come on Anon, stop teasing Bonnie like that."

>You turn around to see a fuzzy mint-colored unicorn, her golden eyes belaying mischief
>Exactly the mare you were hoping to see
>Her horn sparkles as she thwaps you on the nose with the newspaper again
>"Go on, you know how mudponies are with heights, go help her out"
>Bon Bon mumbles under her breath, but you can't quite make out what she says
>You walk over to the bookshelf, wiping your hands on your pants along the way
>You reach up, wrapping your arms around her chest and lifting
>Knowing that you wouldn't get another opportunity like this (at least until you kicked down her door again), you gently place your fimger on her snout and press inwards
"Boop"
>Bon Bon tries to bite your finger, but unlike her, you learned from previous experiences and quickly pull your finger backwards
>She starts flailing her hooves and writhing her back, like a cat trying to squirm out of a toddler's grip
>You let her go, and she lands on the ground with a soft clop
>She turns to you
>"You're real lucky you're such good friends with Lyra, or else you'd be cut off after pulling shenanigans like that"
"You wouldn't dare. You gotta sell to someone, and you know I'm your top customer."
>Bon Bon sits, crosses her hooves, and makes that adorable little scrunch she does when she knows she's been beat
>Your finger inches towards her snout again, but a quick chomp of her teeth in the space where your finger is about to be reminds you why that's not a good idea
>You feel the newspaper smack against the back of your head
"Hey, what was that one for?"
>"That was because I wanted to, you dumb smelly ape"
>She smiles as she walks past you, heading towards the couch
>"Now, you obviously got something good. No way you'd kick our door down before Bonnie's even finished her batch if you didn't."
>Lyra wiggles her butt before jumping up, plopping herself down on the cushions
>You sit down beside her
>Lyra flashes you that smile again
>"So, spill"