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- >Some days, it felt like life really had it out for Bon-Bon.
- >This was one of those days.
- >Bon-Bon stood behind her candy stand in town center.
- >Her counter top was full of delicious treats.
- >But her register was empty of bits.
- >Pinkie Pie had decided that today was the perfect day to throw an ‘it’s a perfect day for a perfect day party’
- >Which is great! I mean, every pony loves Pinkies parties, Bon-Bon included.
- >But unfortunately, while she had a party going almost every pony was there.
- >Not at her stand buying candy.
- >The cream colored mare sighed and looked about the barren streets.
- >”Buck it” she thought to herself.
- >She wasn’t about to stand here all day if it was doubtful she’d make a single bit.
- >Holding back a bit of professional jealousy she packed up her stand and took the rest of the day off.
- >She flipped the sign on the front of her stand to read closed and walked down the street.
- >Not to Pinkies party though.
- >She wasn’t in the mood for a big bash.
- >More feeling like…
- >Oh, what was that expression her odd friend used?
- >A place where everybody knows your name.
- >Be Anon
- >It had been six months and twenty-two days since that prank at your friend’s house party went terribly wrong.
- >Your asshole friend back home thought that it would be a real knee slapper if, while you were trying to hit on Kathy from marketing, he swapped your vodka and sprite for bleach.
- >Ha ha ha, real funny.
- >But it wasn’t all that bad.
- >For starters, you didn’t die…you guess.
- >Also, everyone here was pretty nice.
- >Except that white one with the purple mane. You never did learn her name.
- >Being a stranger though didn’t stop her from dissin’ your style though.
- >Those jeans were authentic American Eagle!
- >Bitch.
- >But that didn’t matter; you were in your happy place right now.
- >The best bar in Ponyville!
- >Or maybe it was the only bar in Ponyville as far as you could tell.
- >Once in a while Applejack would brew up some apple pie moonshine though.
- >Keep that on the down low.
- >You sat on your stool, drinking from your stein of fizzy apple hard cider with one hand.
- >The other idly scratched behind the ear of one of your bar buddies, Berry Punch, as she leaned her head against you.
- >She was an…affectionate drunk.
- >Streams of natural light pierced the dimly lit bar as the door burst open.
- >You smile and raise your hand from Berries ear, using it to greet your other drinking buddy.
- “Hey hey, Bonneroo.”
- >Berry Punch lifted her head from your shoulder.
- >”Bonniesh here! I love you shooo much.” She slurred to the new comer, waving excitedly.
- >Even the allegedly mute bar keep gave her a small nod in welcome.
- >Bon-Bon smiled at seeing her favorite people to be with when she having a bad day, or feeling down.
- >Anon for his relaxed attitude and way with words.
- >Berry Punch because, although she would never admit it, no matter how rough her day seemed it was never as bad by comparison to Berries.
- >But Bonnie knew the purple pony would sort her life out one of these days.
- >She made her way over to the small group and took a seat in the stool beside you.
- >She ordered red wine, receiving a grunt and nod from the bar keep and an “at’s mah girl” from Berry.
- >The silent stallion retrieved a bottle of merlot, pouring its contents into a wine glass in front of Bon-Bon.
- >She nodded saying “Thank you” and took a lengthy sip.
- “Bit early for you to be joining us, isn’t it, Bonnie?”
- >She sighs, looking into her drink before finishing the glass and signaling for another.
- >”I guess it’s a little early, but with Pinkie throwing one of her parties”
- >She said that last part with an irate tone.
- >”no pony is in the market for candy.”
- >Berry Punch swirled her glass of wine, spilling a decent amount of it on the bar top.
- >”You know what I shay, candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.” The less than sober mare replied.
- >You and Bon-Bon chuckle for a moment.
- “But you know, it almost sounds like you’re mad at Pinkie about this.”
- >The cream mare sighed into her glass again before consuming some of the contents.
- >”No, of course not. Pinkie Pie is a wonderful pony.”
- >She paused with her elbow on the bar top, her cheek resting in her hoof.
- “But…”
- >”But when she throws her amazing and elaborate parties once, twice, Tartarus, sometimes three times a week it gets hard for me to get by sometimes.”
- >With that she knocks back the remainder of wine in her glass, once again signaling for another.
- >You follow suit with your stein of hard cider.
- >Berry Punch on the other hand, seemed to acquire booze as if by magic.
- >Her glass was never empty, but you can’t remember seeing the bar keep serving her.
- >Bon-Bon spent another half an hour, and several glasses of wine venting her frustrations to you.
- >From her new chocolate covered gummy pop rocks that were not selling as well as she had hoped.
- >Her mane having split ends that no known product could fix.
- >How ponies kept forgetting her voice.
- >And her mare friend that she swore had an almost xenophile fascination with you.
- >She knew you weren’t into ponies like that, but Lyra could at least tone it down.
- >You agreed with that statement, and you were thankful the mint pone didn’t know you hung out here.
- >Bon-Bon groans and face plants the bar top in frustration.
- >”Sorry to bother you with my problems, Anon.”
- >You were honestly used to it. A lot of ponies would come to you for inspirational, or motivational words.
- >You died laughing on the inside every time.
- >They thought you were some amazing, wise poet. Always quick with just what to say to pick someone up.
- >What they didn’t know was all you had was vast memories of media they’ve never had the privy of being exposed to.
- >You were less a prophet, more of a plagiarist.
- >But what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
- >You pat Bon-Bon on the back and smile at her saying
- “Your heart is a muscle the size of your hoof. Keep on loving, keep on fighting, and hold on. Hold on for your life.”
- >She looked up to you for a few moments while she thought about your words.
- >Then she smiled, giving you one large nod.
- >The three of you continued to share some drinks for another couple hours.
- >You exchanged stories and jokes. Sang some songs, and made up some drinking songs.
- >The time eventually came when Berry Punch passed out with her head on your lap, and you decided to bring her home.
- >After paying your tab the three of you leave the dim bar for the dusk of outside.
- >You say good-bye to Bon-Bon as you carry the barely conscious Berry home and go your separate ways.
- >Be Bon-Bon
- >You walk the streets with a slight swagger. It seems you may have gotten more than a bit tipsy drinking with your friends.
- >It doesn’t take you that long to get to your home thankfully.
- >You open the door, announcing your presence.
- “Lyra, sweetie. I’m hoommee~”
- >Your unicorn life partner looks up from the couch with a smirk as she sees you stagger over.
- >”Have a fun night out, did we?”
- >You giggle at her, approaching the couch. Lyra was sitting in her unique ‘human style’, but that suited you perfectly.
- >You hop onto the couch and lay your head on her lap, nuzzling into her thighs.
- “It was dead today at the stand, so I went and had a few drinks with Anon and Berry.”
- >Lyras ears perk a bit at the mention of Anon, but she contains herself. Her horn lights up as a blanket floats across the room and settles over you.
- >”Well that sounds like fun. “
- >The two of you make some small talk and kissy faces for a while until you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.
- >Lyra looks own to you with pleading eyes.
- >”Bonnie, sweetie. Be a dear wont you~?”
- >You grin to her and lift yourself up to get the door.
- >On the other side is a well-dressed stallion.
- >”Excuse me madam, I’m looking for a Ms. Bon-Bon.
- “I’m Bon-Bon.”
- >The stallion claps his front hooves together.
- >”Excellent! You see, my employer is in need of some sweets for his daughter’s cutesienera, and it seems sugar cube corner is completely out somehow.”
- >No way in Equestria…
- >”But the bubbly young mare there recommended you, saying your sweets were just as good if not better.”
- >You could feel yourself sober up as a smile crept across your face as he handed you a list.
- >”If you could have these prepared in two days time we would be willing to pay top dollar.”
- >You contain the erupting joy building inside of you and humbly accept his offer.
- >They wanted thousands of bits worth of sweets! It wouldn’t be easy, and you’d need Lyras help. But this was an opportunity you would kill for!
- >You exchanged good-byes with the gentlecolt and ran to Lyra as soon as the door closed, excitedly nuzzling your muzzle against hers before giving her a lengthy kiss.
- >”What’s gotten into you?” She asked, confused but not complaining.
- >You take a deep breath.
- “Your heart is a muscle the size of your hoof. Keep on living, keep on fighting, and hold on, hold on. Hold on for your life.”
- >Somedays, life really shined down on Bon-Bon.
- >This was one of those days.
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