Previously: after a whole few days of adventures involving sexual tension and unfaithful thoughts, Octavia and Vinyl finally manages to tie all ends in their relationship. The same can't be said by the other couple, unfortunately. When Lyra finally finds the courage to tell her story to Bon Bon, havoc breaks loose in Bon Bon's mind. She can't see how she in any way deserve Lyra after all she has done to cheat on her. Bon Bon disappears behind closing elevator doors, leaving Lyra behind, heartbroken and in a burning agony. Will the couple be able to reunite...?

When the fat mare sing

Part 2

"Who... wait, I know you..." Bon Bon stated to herself, not actually in the mood to create any sort of conversation at all. But she couldn't deny the fact she had seen this particular pony during several different circumstances.

That light yellow earth pony colt with a mane looking like grass, short and loose with a strong green color. The white shirt and cap had already unveiled the truth in his occupation, it was pretty much like reading a the correct answers to a math test. Especially with that cleaning trolley standing right next to him in the hallway. Yep, that was definitively just another caretaker of this expensive hotel. Of course, that smile he wore didn't really fit somepony with such a lousy job.

"Yep, I know you too, miss. Or well, maybe not 'know' you, but I'm sure you're one of the two mares who lives in room 142. Company of Octavia von Clef, right?".

Bon Bon felt exposed. Did this pony know so much? Then how much did he know that he didn't tell about? Did he know they were more than just friends? Or at least used to be friends...

The colt walked away from his trolley and sat down in front of the cream mare. His smile was meant to soothe, ensure anypony else he just wanted to be friendly and perhaps even help. But that was of course only Bon Bon's interpretation. Without knowing it, she felt a little string of´comfort stroking her mentality. The cleaner quickly glanced on the elevator before opening his mouth.

"It hasn't really been easy to avoid all the commotion since you guys moved in a few days ago. I've even had the... er, 'honor' of meeting Octavia von Clef herself" he explained, sounding a little reluctant when mentioning the part about that scary cellist. "Must be really awesome to know such a famous pony, eh?".

He really tried to be friendly. Too bad he was unaware of Bon Bon's current instability. She still resisted the idea of talking to this stranger she hardly knew the name of. What did he want anyway? Didn't he know this mare was a cheating whorse? Was he that stupid?

"Yeah... a real mind-blower" she said silently, hanging with her head to avoid eye-contact. But that wasn't enough to drive away this colt's attention. He laid his head on the side, attempting to continue his harmless behavior.

"Sounds like somepony could use some ventilation. Though times behind ya?".

"Heh... you don't know half of it...".

The colt chuckled. "Nope, I sure as hay don't. But do YOU know... that sometimes the easiest way to get rid of a headache is to just get some fresh air...?".

Bon Bon finally looked into the colt's eyes, meeting his nice expression right the moment before he finished the sentence. "... And you can consider me as your free space to breathe in!".

The mare couldn't prevent the slight snort. It actually did sound like a good idea. Just get all these annoying thought out of her head and be rid of them for good. Sure, maybe it wouldn't help in any way, but what else could she do really? It would take some time for Lyra to get down her, so hiding with another pony somewhere deep in the hotel would do her good.

"But don't you have work to do?" Bon Bon asked.

"Not to worry, miss. Today is a very special day, you see. He he he..." he chuckled gladly while the cream mare got up on her hooves. She cocked an eyebrow, catching his attention in an instant. "He he... but why don't you tell me your story first... then I'll tell you what I mean".

Bon Bon was told to meet the cleaner over at the bar just so he could park his trolley in the storage room. Later on they both sat on a different seat, got served by the bartender who Bon Bon hadn't met before, then settled down to talk. He invited her to talk by allowing her to order anything she wanted on the menu. The mare had already decided on her way, and the cleaner pony was yet again forced to order a root beer. He didn't introduce himself, but neither did Bon Bon care about his name. He was just a friendly cleaner.

Before the drinks had arrived, the cleaner leaned a fore knee on the bar counter, smiling reassuringly at the mare like always since they met.

"So shoot" he said, queuing Bon Bon to lean over the counter too, revealing her story like it was another story told from the slum or something. But of course, this was after all just another story from a cheating pony who didn't know what faithfulness meant. A tale of the mare who thought her beloved pony wasn't enough for her, how she so selfishly tried to taunt another pony to have brutal sex with her. Of course, she kept the details about what kind of sex she wanted out of the picture, knowing that was a little too much to spill.

The bartender served the ponies their drinks, then immediately walked away due to the cleaner waving his fore hoof at him, silently shooing him away. The black stallion rolled his eyes and did as he was signaled to do.

The cleaner was amazed to know this mare nearly had sex with the heir of the famous von Clef family. He learned the secret Bon Bon didn't care about, the fact that Octavia was a fillyfooler. Not that he cared, he just wanted to hear more about this story. Sure, he expected some real trouble minding it involved the famous cellist, but not ever could he imagine this sort of intimate things to ever reach his ears.

Bon Bon found difficulty when talking coming to the part about the sex itself, something the colt didn't mind id she ignored. Well, he wouldn't mind, but the serious ambiance had grown too thick to be interrupted. But then she suddenly finished with the part of the elevator. She looked him in the eyes again, seeing his dumbstruck face while holding his drink close to the lips.

"Hm... that that's about it" she ended, causing the colt to flash out of his frozen stare.

"Woa... oh, er... wow!" he exclaimed, shaking his while turning to the counter to throw a gulp down his hatch. Bon Bon sighed and tasted her own glass. This was just what she expected. He would just be sitting there without a word to say, unable to help her even after this reflection. She almost felt like walking away now...

But that was until the colt turned back, looking a little curious at her.

"Okay... that was without doubt a story to hear..." he began, immediately cut off by the cream mare.

"Mhm...".

"But you have to tell me something again".

"What?" Bon Bon answered

The colt rubbed his eyes and then stroke his chin in succession, gathering thoughts to form the correct words.

"Er... why did you... run from your marefriend?".

The mare wanted to face hoof. To her it was so obvious why she was forced to leave Lyra.

"Ugh, don't you understand? I tried to cheat on her, for the love of Celestia!".

"Yeah, I got that part. But what happened in the middle of it?".

"Well, I..." Bon Bon hesitated. "I... stopped...".

"Why?".

That wasn't the first time Bon Bon had asked herself that question. She was selfish, that was what! She just wanted somepony to abuse her the way Lyra couldn't. It was all about her needs for a good time of sex. She had lost her sympathy for the delicate mare, ventured into a world of forbidden fruits where she looked for the most prohibited one. And that was Octavia...

"I realized I... didn't... didn't want to" she answered like it was a statement to herself. She didn't meet the male pony's face anymore. All she wanted now was to dig into this mess she just discovered. Was it really that simple?

"You do understand you've made a kinda weird decision, right?".

And there the interest for the mess died. She instantly turned her head to the cleaner, nearly blurting out the words she found directly after that question and statement. She stared coldly at him to show how displeased she was to hear him saying such a rude thing. Or at least that was rude according to herself. But the colt merely shoved away the glare by leaning a little back, throwing a glance at the entrance to the restaurant.

"Tell ya what, Bon Bon... tonight's a special night" the colt said casually.

"What about it..." she nearly hissed, revealing her new problems to contain the anger in her system. The male equine waved a hoof for her to cool down so he could explain what he meant. Done and done, the mare gave her company a chance to explain himself after he emptied his drink and leaned forward again... smiling as usual.

"I don't think you don't deserve her, Bon Bon. And you wanna know why? Because even when you had the opportunity to cheat on your marefriend, you managed to stop yourself. And even if that didn't happen until it was really close being too late, it's still better than never".

Bon Bon listened. She thought that was correct logic, but still what about it?

"And the way you describe, er... Lyra, right! She sounds like a really wonderful filly. But I suppose when you put it the way you just did that she need somepony who can watch her and... I dunno, make her feel safe".

She looked at him a few times, shifting back and forth from the hard counter. Yeah, that was true what he said...

"You're a pretty endurable mare, I can see that. And do you really fell glad after leaving Lyra?" he asked pedagogically like he suddenly had become Bon Bon's personal shrink. She hesitated to answer at all there. But the shake was inevitable, she wasn't happy to leave her love. Not in that way. Not in any way at all, actually.

"So you still decided to play the role of a martyr by sacrificing your relationship with the mare you were in love with..." he paused to sigh. "Oh my, Bon Bon... you seriously think such a fragile heart like hers can survive that?".

She came to a slow epiphany. It hurts to realize your mistakes, and this one certainly was in a league of its own for Bon Bon. She put her hooves to her head and laid down on the wooden bench so she could hide her shame.

"If there's anything selfish you've done... it's what you're doing right now" he finished, knowing no more words could help the broken spirit next to him. She didn't cry, but were ever so close to do so. Her inner emotions burned up into cinder like they had done so many times earlier, leaving little for her to tread on when looking for a solution.

"Then... t-then what am I... what am I s-supposed to... t-to do?" she said weakly to prevent the sobbing from breaking out. The colt patted on her shoulder. He didn't mean for her to break down into a shell of her former self... especially not when there was a solution at hoof. He leaned down to her ear, smiling again.

"You know, Bon Bon... I've already told you tonight's a special night. And during special nights... special things happen" he whispered self-confidently into the cream ear. Bon Bon remained still. She didn't want to move.

"Listen, girl: I might have what it takes to help you out. But all we can do is hope it will work out...".

And the colt kept whispering in Bon Bon's ear, slowly gaining her interest...


I had taken Vinyl less than a minute to recognize the ear-shattering hollers from Lyra in the hallway. Sadly it took much longer time for her to calm her friend down. Octavia had managed to make sure everypony went back to their rooms before they started investigating in who the hay made that awful noise. Lyra cried without end. She refused to talk during the ordeal of sorrow, drenching her own voice and leaving herself incapable of even trying to communicate. It had taken another half hour for her to finally start breathing normally. She rolled over in Octavia and Vinyl's bed, sweeping the blanket over her body to hide herself. In the meantime, the recently mentioned mares had a conversation in the small kitchen...

"So she's gone, eh?".

Octavia simply nodded to that answer. Her own imagination didn't serve well nor her thoughts of where that certain mare could be residing in a moment like this. Pondering to the sweet music of a crying mare wasn't the easiest either. Thank Celestia Lyra finally calmed down a little bit.

"Well, I suppose there's no point guessing. Bon Bon must have done something wrong!" Vinyl stated angrily with a hoof hitting the kitchen table.

"That ez not tu be said so fast, Vinyl..." Octavia added indifferently while leaning over the table, gaining Vinyl's attention as they met each others eyes. "Bon Bon seemed very determined tu rebuild her relationship just like I did. Something has gone vrong".

Vinyl looked at Octavia for a few seconds, then she decided there was no point trying to argue about that. If that moment they had turned Octavia around into what she is now, Bon Bon had to be a whole new mare too. But then why would she just leave Lyra like a broken vase? Speaking of witch, she thought...

"Mkay... then let's see if Lyra wants to talk" she said and turned to the larger room with Octavia right behind her.

They found the blanket she was hiding under on the bed. Vinyl sighed and walked up to the big lump still sobbing away its sadness without any success. The unicorn threw a determined look at the approaching Octavia, signaling that she got this if she just could do it her way. The light gray mare didn't deny her methods that were yet to be shown, thus allowed Vinyl to lean over the big lump with spread forelegs over it.

"Ly~yra..." she tuned softly, carefully embracing the big bulb under the blanket. She repeated a few times to get her friend in a better mood. Not that she expected it to work in extreme cases like this, but it was still worth a try. She heard the silent response of a dying sobbing. She took it as her queue to unroll the blanket from Lyra's head, so off she went to get rid of the blocking thing.

An unpleasant, yet still familiar, display of the sad Lyra drove down the smile on Vinyl's lips. It hadn't been the first time she found her crying in a corner or beneath a pile of leafs, but she was used to do so. Playing the role of that helpful filly who always were there for her was no problem for her, even if she was fully aware of the limits now.

Lyra's drenched eyes opened so her yellow circles could meet Vinyl's scarlet ones.

"Hi~i, Lyra. You want some company?" she asked incredibly carefully, approaching the scared animal with ever so small steps. The lime green unicorn sniffed up her last tear and nodded, queuing Vinyl to glance at her marefriend and nod for her to come closer. Octavia sat down on the other side of Lyra, comfortably placing herself on the bed. "Tell us vhat happened, Lyra...".

After a few more seconds of sniveling, Lyra finally found security between the two ponies. It was okay for her to tell what she more would like to forget this instant. But the pain was unbearable enough to remain, thus just a heartbeat away for her to just scream it out. But calmness had settled down in her mind, so she carefully brought out piece by piece what happened.

She told them everything. How angry Bon Bon was at her in the beginning, when she accidentally slipped her secret, how she was forced to tell Bon Bon about it, and the most gruesome part...

Lyra actually remembered that breakdown. It was excruciating, embarrassing and not to mention Celestia-awful. Vinyl sympathized by hugging her during that part of the speech. She had been there before, thus fully aware of the havoc breaking out in her friend's mind. Octavia didn't have the exact same experience, but she could very well imagine what Lyra talked about when it came to breaking apart...

"... and t-then... I just couldn't do anything. She...s-she... Bon Bon just... disappeared behind the doors. And I... I... hnng..." Lyra whimpered and buried her muzzle in the blanket.

Octavia patted her back and Vinyl kept embracing her. None of them found the luxury of consoling words. Bon Bon had ran away with vague reasons that they couldn't quite put the hoof on what it was. That until Octavia displayed once again why she was the brain in her relationship. Her eyes narrowed into a suspicious look while she glanced at another part of the room.

"Vhait, Lyra... did you say Bon Bon... said she 'could not'...?" Octavia asked with a hoof rubbing her chin.

"Yeah... she just stopped kissing... me and... a-and said that... bu-but why?" Lyra sobbed up. Vinyl looked at Octavia equally suspicious, however not even close to the same revelation as Octavia was.

But that was because Octavia had seen things Vinyl hadn't. She had discovered much about Bon Bon which convinced her to think there had to be a deeper meaning than just something simple like fear. She had gone as far as herself, almost reaching the part when cheating was an exact fact. Remorse was something they shared when their realizations came about what they actually did. Thus... there had to be another reason.

"Perhaps Bon Bon think... she do not... er, vhat is ze vord again..." Octavia wondered and looked questioningly at Vinyl.

"Uhh... want?".

"No...".

"Ca... care?.

"No! You knov: vhen you vant something but have done vrong so you don't...".

"Deserve?".

"Da!* Deserve. Perhaps she does not think she deserve you, Lyra" Octavia finally managed to finish, awkwardly enough smiling due to her gratitude over finding the word. Vinyl frowned at her marefriend.

"What? Wait, what? Don't deserve her? Why does she think that?" Lyra asked desperately like that was the actual reason even though she wasn't sure. And that question made it uncomfortable for Octavia to answer. However, she knew Vinyl already was aware of the truth. And she already had the strength to speak of the past.

"Did she not tell you that Bon Bon and I..." she paused and tilted her head a few times, rolling her eyes in the process to shake off the embarrassment.

"Oh... yeah, she did... Oh, Celestia she did..." Lyra stated and looked down at the blanket again before turning back to Octavia. "Did you... a-all the way?".

"Er, no! No, no, no, we stopped before that. I svear" Octavia ensured, flushing and waving her hoof to end the subject. Lyra put her hooves over her eyes and sighed.

"But why would she run away, then? I still love her! I want her and nopony else, why did she have to run, why couldn't she jus-".

Vinyl cut off by merely patting Lyra's mane, sending the lime green unicorn into another session of sobbing. Vinyl didn't know if there was any point in saying this, but she had to take the subject Bon Bon of Lyra's mind. Her eyes glanced away, giving her time to think of that poster she saw down at the restaurant yesterday.

"You know, Lyra... there's a concert playing tonight at the restaurant..." she began which made the other ponies look at her with different set of eyes. "I'm sure Bon Bon is still in the hotel. Perhaps she just need time to think about her mistakes... and maybe she will show up at the restaurant?".

Octavia did not see the logic in Vinyl's choice of idea. In difference from some other ponies...

"Really? You think she'll be there?" Lyra asked with newborn hope blooming out from her thoughts, truly radiating her potential happiness. Vinyl leaned in closer with a confident but majorly cocky smile.

"You bet I do".

Lyra felt her clouds of despair tearing apart by the sunshine. Her hope ran out over the fields and rolled around in the warm grass, basking itself in the comforting sunshine. In a matter of seconds, she threw away the blanket and jumped down to the floor, grinning widely at the mares.

"Can we go, can we go, can we go?!" she repeated several times, practically bursting from the dose of renewed joy.

It was at that moment Octavia leaned at Vinyl, looking more skeptical than ever.

"Vhat are you doing, Vinyl?" she whispered with a hoof covering her mouth. It didn't really matter since Lyra was skipping around like she had been directly injected with the wrong kind of happiness.

"I'm doing what I can do. I don't wanna see her like this" Vinyl whispered back.

"But this does not help her!".

"Have a little faith, Octy" she finished and winked.

Octavia leaned back and sighed out of worry. She then spent the rest of the day wondering, leaving Lyra and Vinyl to the search for Bon Bon. They returned later without any success. It seemed to her all hope rested on Vinyl's bold bet, but would Celestia's dice roll her way or straight to Discord?

Maybe Vinyl was right. All she needed was just a little... hope...


Luna's night had fallen. The rich society of stallions and mares gathered outside in a perfectly shaped line into the restaurant. Order and social standards were at top levels for everypony, this surely would be a night for them all to enjoy, remember and chuckle at the good old time when middle-class ponies weren't allowed in Canterlot.

"Out of the way, coming through, gotta hurry, passing by!" Vinyl exclaimed while shoving aside the ponies in her way. Several of them fell aside, grunting at the rude behavior until a few couples decided to put an end to this. Right when Vinyl was about to bump away a rich mare with her behind, a whole wall of the upper-classes stood in her way. Vinyl hit the breaks and stared at the crowd from behind her thick shades.

"What in the name of Celestia herself are you doing, young lady?!".

"Myes, don't you know what you're doing is very rude!".

"Now YOU go back in line and apologize to-".

Right when the stuck-up stallion with the monocle and fat wallet as a cutie mark was about to finish his sentence, everypony widened their eyes at the mare who walked up behind Vinyl. It was hard to not recognize the light gray coat of this female beauty wearing a bow-tie ever so elegantly. The stallion fell into silence and straightened his back like Nightmare Moon herself whipped him in shape, nearly losing his style when the clear eyes of Octavia von Clef stared straight into his own.

"Privet*... please move aside" she said bluntly without any further introduction aside from the cold stare.

The annoyed tone was everything needed for the crowd of stallions and mares to immediately move aside, forming an alley up to the practically empty restaurant. Vinyl grinned and waved for Lyra to come. The timid little thing quickly trotted past the frozen ponies. Octavia smiled as the white unicorn nuzzled her cheek before walking into the large room.

That little gesture caused several eyebrows from the crowd to raise. But before anypony even could gather air in their lungs, Octavia had already glanced at all of them with an unimpressed grimace. The crowd smiled nervously, allowing the highly respectable mare to go on...

"Octavia! Over here!" Vinyl shouted from a table in front of the newly constructed scene. Right next to the bar was a large red curtain with a simple chair in front of it. A microphone was the only thing left to discovered aside from the focused light shining on the narrow opening between the curtains. All the tables and chairs were arranged to be in front of the little scene and not scattered everywhere as usual. However, there were lots of room in front of the stage, obviously meant for ponies to dance in. The lights were also turned off, allowing the strong beam to reign over the darkness as the last resort of life.

Octavia smiled at the scenery and walked up to the table where her loud lover and shier friend sat. Lyra had a face only interpretable as anxiousness, thus her reason for leaning into Vinyl.

"You... you sure she'll be here?".

Vinyl bit her lower lip, keeping up the smile even due to Octavia's murdering look at her.

"Of... course!" she ensured once again, causing Octavia to slap a hoof over her own face. But Lyra only found joy in those words, thus instantly sat straight without the shade of a doubt. The cellist shook her head, praying for Vinyl a miracle would fall down from nowhere and help her. It was not until that moment the unicorn understood maybe Lyra was trusting her a little too much. Or at least interpreting her words from earlier a tad wrong. She started clopping her hooves nervously, convincing herself everything would work out fine in the end.

Everypony had gathered around the tables, filled every seat they could, sat down, and suddenly the spotlight intensified at the scene. All the ponies turned to the point of interest where a light yellow colt appeared from behind the curtain. Octavia and Vinyl recognized him as the cleaner they had seen every now and then, only this time he wore a black jacket over the white shirt and the cap was gone so everypony could see his loose green mane. A gentle knock on the microphone, and he felt ready.

"Hiya, everypony!".

You could hear Vinyl's voice from afar, but the silence was indeed deafening. Most ponies just kept their unimpressed look, including Octavia. The colt cocked an eyebrow at first but then realized his grave error, thus cleared his throat and tried again.

"Uhm... I mean: greetings, mares and gentelcolts!"

And then the audience applauded gently by clopping their hooves on the tables, including Octavia while Vinyl smacked her muzzle to the table.

During the shower of gratitude, another male equine walked out next to the slightly younger one. Wearing a natural black coat on his earth pony body and a guitar over his chest, sitting down on the chair apparently meant for him, carrying the most self-confident look in his eyes and warmest smile that had seduced several mares in the crowd: Black Russian.

"I've always wondered how you play a guitar with bare hooves..." Vinyl whispered to Octavia, then received a response in form of a fore hoof straight in the guts by mentioned cellist.

"Thank you all for your presence this evening! Tonight we will entertain you all with some smooth music from the heart of Manehattan itself. And for your information: it cost a month's worth of salary for me to attend to this evening, he he he...".

Suddenly you could hear crickets in the silent audience.

"Whatever, let's do this. Black Russian on the guitar, mares and gentlecolts!" the colt went on, queuing the black stallion to sit down on the less comfortable chair. His hindlegs crossed as he gripped the neck of the acoustic guitar, the strings squeezed out a relaxed tone resembling a warm summer evening's breeze. Several ponies from the crowd instantly enjoyed the music, thus leaning back while several waiters walked around the tables to pick up orders for drinks.

Octavia closed her eyes and drank in the tones. This was indeed the kind of music she could enjoy even if it wasn't really out of the classic versions of instruments like cellos, bass, lyres and...

It was at that moment when Octavia thought of the lyre that she looked at the mare carrying the same name. Vinyl noticed and turned her eyes to the lime green pony. Her eyes were wide just like the gap in her mouth.

"That's... our song..." she said even due to the utter disbelief roaming her mind.

"What?" Vinyl asked without a clue about what she meant. Octavia had one, however.

"It's... the song they played at that club we met... Bon Bon and I".

Suddenly Vinyl actually listened to the to music. It was not until the colt began to sing that she understood what the hay Lyra talked about.

Mother, father, lilies and daisies.

The sun woke me up today.

Fortunes promised me this day

where her eyes would meet mine.

Rains of ache couldn't hurt this moment

where our lips met.

"Oh my frigging Luna it is" Vinyl deadpanned, sounding awfully discomfort while putting her fore hooves to her head. Octavia understood how painful it had to be hearing this song that once was meant to seal Lyra's relationship with the pony she loved. She bit her lower lip and turned back her eyes towards the scene... only to widen them in surprise

Lyra's eyes drowned in tears, but her mouth was quiet. She grit her teeth as hard as she could and buried her hooves in the table sheet.

"Look, no worries Lyra. I'll ask him to play another song an-".

"No..." Lyra cut off as her eyes nearly went bloodshot. Vinyl didn't understand until her marefriend tapped her shoulder. She turned her head and saw the last pony she actually expected to see.

Bon Bon. Standing right in front of Octavia with a weak smile on her lips. Lyra had seen her the moment the lyrics played out. She wanted to jump at her, hugging so hard she'd probably kill her. Happiness and sorrow blew up in her head, resulting in a combustive concoction spreading the seeds of anguish in her heart. It hurt seeing her again. But at the same time it soothed.

The standing mare gave all the ponies around the table a glance before ending up with her eyes on the lime green unicorn. Meanwhile, the lyrics kept coming.

Mother, father, lilies and daisies.

My heart speaks for her

in a way I cannot understand.

But her music plays

from that lyre

to find my lips.

"Lyra..." Bon Bon said clearly and extended a foreleg, sending a jolt of worry into the timid heart inside Lyra's chest. "May I...?".

Vinyl and Octavia reluctantly looked at the cornered unicorn who seemed to burst out any second. She shivered. At first they both thought she would run away or start screaming. But they were wrong, ever so wrong.

Lyra got up slowly from the chair, shoving it back under the table without removing her eyes from the cream earth pony. They both walked away to the empty square in front of the two ponies creating the fine music and vocal. Other ponies in the audience saw their initiative coming up when the sight of two mares walking up to the dance floor struck them. Other couples invited themselves and joined Bon Bon and Lyra.

It was a song in a rhythm best suited for intimate dancing, meaning they couldn't just shake their hooves on all four to the beat. No, this required all participants to get up on their hindlegs and lean towards their partner. It was no hard task for Bon Bon, nor Lyra. They jumped up and leaned forward, resting the fore hooves over the others shoulder, nuzzling their muzzles for each careful step they took. And then the chorus played out...

My heart speaks for itself, father.

I took that step for her, mother.

Lilies and daisies

play that lyre just once more.

Lyra inhaled deeply through her snout. She loved that fragrance of candy she always could feel from Bon Bon's body, especially from the neck. It was her candy, this beloved sweetness who gave her comfort during hard times. Vinyl meant much to her, but she had decided to continue the next chapters of her life with this mare in her grasp. But why if she left her again?

What if she ran away again?

Bon Bon opened her eyes. She met the yellow colt on the stage, it was thanks to him all this could play out. Was it Celestia's intention for them to meet this day? She didn't know. But one thing was for sure...

"Lyra. I'm sorry..." she started off easily, unnerving the unicorn in grasp even more than she already was. She shuddered in fear, constantly reminding her what happened earlier. Their relationship was so fragile, so easily broken only because she couldn't control herself. This had to be the beginning of the end, she thought.

"I'm sorry I ran away like that. I was... confused and disappointed about myself".

"Y-you were confused? What do you think I was when you... y-you...".

Bon Bon moved a fore hoof to caress the soft neck of her lover. She could smile again and forgive herself for that foalish decision she had made earlier. It somehow felt a little easier going on now.

"Yes. Yes, I know Lyra. It was wrong of me to just run away without explaining a thing. And I'm so sorry about it I almost want to hurt myself for doing so..."

"Don't!" Lyra almost yelped. Her tight grip intensified over Bon Bon's shoulder.

"Calm down, Lyra. That's all past now. I want to start over, start my new future with you".

Lyra leaned away, brushing her cheek over the cream one. Their eyes met. Lyra's worried ones and Bon Bon's relaxed ones. "But... but how can I trust you? Weren't you afraid of my shifting? Weren't you..."

"Sch! Look, the singer is about to say something" Bon Bon cut off and pointed at the mentioned colt. She released herself from Lyra's tight embrace and got down on all four. The music tunes from Black Russian's guitar drowned in the noise of the cleaner's loud voice. He stopped singing the lyrics as the music played on. Lyra turned her eyes to the sudden interruption.

"Well, mares and gentlecolts. This is a very special song, you see. It tells about a mare. A mare who fell in love with another mare who was a lyrist. She didn't receive her parents blessing for this, but still decided to propose to her with a beautiful bracelet...".

Yes... yes she did, Lyra thought. That was why she loved this song so much. It was like meant for them to have this as their own, special song. But what did he...

"But the song never told what the lyrist answered... so let's all hope that she says YES, everypony!" he shouted as the light from the big lamp turned away from him.

Lyra's heart stopped when she felt the light hitting her. All the ponies both on the floor and around the tables stopped with whatever they did and locked their eyes at the beam of light. They gasped, especially Vinyl and Octavia. And Lyra turned ever so slowly around...

Bon Bon was down on her hind knee, holding a little box revealing a shining bracelet with a rolled candy made out of small diamonds on it. She smiled nervously at her marefriend.

"I will always stay with you, Lyra. And to prove that: Will you marry me?" she asked.

Lyra dropped her jaw as her eyes opened wide. She saw the reflection of light on the diamonds, sending a pure sparkle all over her yellow irises. The mouth shut like lightning struck by, the tears flooded. A swelling emotion shot the strongest beam through Lyra's inner. Her emotions trembled and infected the rest of her body like the worst disease Equestria ever had seen. She threw her head down. It was the last try to hold back everything, including frowning as hard as she possibly could with her eyebrows and lips. She remembered the hurt in her heart when she ran. She recalled the pain. And she conjured the ache...

Vinyl and Octavia hugged each other, gritting teeth with wide-open eyes.

The rich ponies held their breath.

The cleaner pony and Black Russian didn't dare blink.

Bon Bon's heart stopped.

"... Yes... yes, I will, Bon Bon..." Lyra said as she raised her face, revealing the wide grin and tears of happiness.

The cleaner pony and Black Russian raised their hooves, the rich ponies gasped again, Vinyl screamed in excitement, then Vinyl realized Octavia had fainted on the floor.

Bon Bon finally inhaled and heard the words. She let go of the tear stored up in her eye which she had struggled to not break. Lyra held up her right foreleg, giving the kneeling earth pony her chance to take out the bracelet from the box. She opened it and placed it elegantly above the delicate fore knee, pressing it to cause the clicking noise and lock it around the soft leg. There it was. Lyra was engaged.

Bon Bon put down the box and stood up on all four, beholding her beautiful future wife in tears. She pounced at her, embracing the unicorn she just gave the ultimate promise. Their bodies pressed harder than ever together, then their lips met...

The rich ponies didn't know what to say about this. Sure, it was not very normal that two of the same sex got married, and would it really mean the same? Did they even have rights to do this like anypony else? They all looked at each other in confusion over their mixed reactions.

Suddenly they heard a strong stomping coming from one of the table. The upper-classes discovered the earth pony mare who just recently woke up from her black-out. Stomping her hooves rapidly on the polished floor together with an overexcited unicorn next to her, Octavia von Clef openly blessed the newly formed couple by applauding in the good old pony-way.

The rich ponies understood the meaning of this. If a member of the von Clef family approved this, then who were they to say no? Thus, they all gently stomped their hooves to show their own approval of this.

The moment lasted forever into the night. The restaurant rocked from the blessings falling over the two mares in love. A promise had been made, and the two who so willingly had agreed to it planned on keeping it for the rest of their lives. And to give the final celebration, the yellow colt grabbed the microphone again.

"Now, everypony! Come up and join this happy couple on the dance floor!".


Vinyl walked through the halls of the expensive hotel, feeling a little disappointed after what she just did. She went inside the room where her marefriend waited for her. She closed the door behind her and sighed deeply.

"Vell, did you ask him?" the foreign mare asked from the bathroom. She had already noticed the door closing thanks to her sensitive ears.

"No... he was nowhere to be found after the show. The same about the bartender" the white unicorn answered in defeat and got up on the bed, relaxing her tired legs after all that dancing earlier.

Octavia sighed in disappointment.

"Hov sad... it vould be very pleasant to knov his name at least..." she stated even though it already was obvious that was the reason why Vinyl looked for him in the first place.

"Yeah... but what can you do about it?" Vinyl replied and leaned back on the bed, laying her head comfortably on the pillow. She didn't find anything to talk about all of a sudden, in difference from the cellist hidden in the bathroom.

"So... hov is Bon Bon and Lyra doing?".

"It's been three hours since they hang the 'do not disturb'-sign on the doorknob".

"Da...?".

"The bedsprings are still squeaking...".

"Ah".

"Yeah".

The silence fell back in place, giving Vinyl the time to take off her shades and put them on the desk next to the bed. She felt good about herself now, knowing her beloved friend was in safe hooves. She didn't need to worry about her now, nor less think of her. Things had changed so dramatically this few days that had passed. A comfortable feeling called trust rested around her and reached all the way into the bathroom. And speaking of witch...

"How's it going in there?" Vinyl asked self-confidentially as she crossed her forelegs behind her neck. A groan could be heard before the accent born in Mos-Cow massaged her ears. "Do I really have tu vear this, Vinyl? It feels so... not vorthy..." she said nervously.

"Heh... well, you asked if I had any kind of fetish at all..." Vinyl said with a touch of sinister thoughts in her voice. She turned her eyes to the bathroom door and beheld the earth pony walking out with the strongest blush on her cheeks.

Octavia in a maid dress. Everything from the black stockings to the white rosette in her mane.

Vinyl's pulse elevated as she saw the blushing mare raising her hindleg to see of there were anything wrong with the dress. The grin on her lips spoke of lusts breaking free from the darkest part of her mind. She swallowed to contain the excitement.

"Now: who... is my little innocent and underpaid maid from Mos-Cow?".

Octavia frowned at first. But then she got into character, cleared her throat and piled on the accent.

"Ahem... I... I am jour little maid, miztress Vinyl...".

Vinyl felt the shiver of excitement running down her spine when the wondrous foreign accent tickled her ears the right way. It vibrated so nice she barely knew how to keep holding herself back anymore. "Yes... yes, you are. And I have something for you to clean...".

"Vhat ez et...?".

Without words, Vinyl answered by simply spreading her hindlegs wide, licking her lips to allure her little housekeeper. And even though Octavia pretended like she disliked all of this... she had a hard time ignoring the soak between her own hindlegs...

Prologue:

The night went on like always over the rooftops of Manehattan. Another day was approaching in a few hours. New promises were meant to happen for each day, but for now there could only be so many. A cold breeze moved down from the window of room 120, swayed all the way to the open street where two ponies stood in silence.

"So this is it?" the black stallion known as Black Russian asked, sounding awfully depressed even though his face spoke of indifference. A gentle hoof caressed his chin.

"Yeah... after everything tonight... after helping Bon Bon get that expensive bracelet... and getting so close to Octavia von Clef. I can't stay here anymore".

Black Russian sighed. "But what about me, then? That proposal was so beautiful...".

The yellow colt chuckled and leaned closer to the handsome stallion.

"Don't worry, handsome... I'll be back for you one day" he said...

… and kissed the stallion on the lips. They prolonged the moment for several seconds, soon ending when the yellow colt realized he had to go now. He disconnected and fixed his jacket, doing his best to prevent the eye-contact.

"You promise?" Black Russian asked, on the edge of failing to trust. And those words brought out the most reassuring smile he had seen so far from the colt.

"By the name of the von Wash family... I will come back for you...".

His last words before turning around and walking down the chilly street. Black Russian remained, loyal to his work and faithful in the male who just walked away from him. His eyes closed, squeezing out a tear that turned into many more. But they weren't there because of sorrow, happiness or anger. No.

They were tears of ecstasy...

Tears of Ecstasy

The end

Author's note:

Well, only one overdue thanks to the autumn-break for one week from school. Whoopie...

No, but seriously guys! Thanks for sticking with me this entire story, ALL OF YOU! I'll admit, this ending is probably one of my cheesiest so far. Ugh, I'm not really living up to my reputation as an awful writer with inner demons (even though that voice in my head still want me to kill...).

It's wonderful to finally see this story going to an end since I actually must say I had a real pain finishing it. There wasn't much more to squeeze out from this story, but I think I got out the most of it. Oh... and about the cleaner pony's name? Read his last line and try remember where you've read it before in this story.

Now! Thank you all once again, and I'll see you in my next story! Which one it will be? Heh, I'll tell you guys when it's time!

BROHOOF ON YA ALL!

/Soul Hook