Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Bon Bon paced the foyer of the tiny apartment, shaking her head irritably at her thoughts. Of course Lyra would go missing and of course she would leave her here when they were supposed to be leaving for the wedding soon. The pair had rented a small loft in Canterlot for the Royal Wedding. Lyra was one of Cadence’s bridlemaids, claiming that she and the Princess of Love “went way back”. Why Bon Bon had never heard about this before was beyond her, but they were here and the wedding was coming up and excitement was brewing.

Or, it would be if she wasn’t so nervous, angry, scared, disappointed, and upset at the mint green unicorn. She hurried off that morning, saying she wanted to meet Cadence for something and promised to pick her up for the wedding, but that was hours ago and now Bon Bon was beyond worried. She was about to head out and start looking for her when none other than Lyra herself staggered in, looking dazed and holding her head with one hoof.

“LYRA!” Bon Bon’s original anger was replaced with relief as she pounced on top of the unicorn and hugged her tight.

“Ouch, geez, Bonnie, what’s the matter?” Lyra cringed and blinked hard, rubbing her temples sorely from her position under the Earth pony on the ground.

“Where were you?! I was so worried!”

“It was so weird, I went to meet Cadence, but when we got there everything blacked out. Then I woke up in these crystal caves, and then I’m pretty sure Captain Shining’s sister was there…you know, that crazy unicorn from Ponyville? She’s friends with Pinkie Pie?”

“Twilight? What?”

“And there was another Cadence there too, but I can’t remember anything else. Last thing I remember was waking up in the middle of Trotter Street,” Lyra explained, wriggling under Bon Bon’s weight.

“What? Yeah, right. You know, you could at least tell me the truth and apologize for being late rather than telling me some stupid lie,” Bon Bon crossed her forelegs over her chest and didn’t budge.

“It’s the truth, Bonnie! Honest!” Lyra protested, rubbing her head gently again. “Do you mind getting off me? I need an aspirin or something.”

Bon Bon shook her head vehemently, “Nope. I’m not moving ‘til you tell me what really happened.”

“That is what really happened! At least, I think it is,” Lyra’s brow furrowed in confusion, but her expression quickly turned to one of pain. “Ow. It hurts to think.”

Bon Bon remained stoic and silent, not moving a single inch from her spot. Lyra sighed and rolled her eyes before placing her hoof tenderly on her head again. A few awkwardly silent minutes went by before Lyra finally gave in.

“All right, fine. I went down to the bar with the other bridlemaids and got a little drunk and now my head hurts, okay?”

Bon Bon smiled approvingly and removed herself from Lyra’s stomach, “See? It’s so much easier when you tell the truth.”

And with that she trotted off to go get ready. Lyra, after downing an aspirin with a glass of water in the kitchen, glared at the door that her marefriend had just closed and grumbled to herself.

“That was the truth, dammit.”

Commentary from Donny’s Boy

First off, immediate bonus points for including a Shakespeare quote as your story title. Additional bonus points for “Bonnie,” too, as I think that’s a really cute nickname for Bon Bon. I was amused at the description of Twilight as “that crazy unicorn from Ponyville” (accurate) and Lyra giving in and making up a story about getting tipsy with the other bridesmaids. The clincher, though, was the final line—hee!