Wrote this one after seeing a lot of comics/stories about Bonbon having a fat fetish, and wondering what if there was another reason for her wanting Lyra fed... and this came out... Kinda sad story. Sorry.

A cream colored mare with a pink and purple mane watched her friend Lyra lounging on her couch in that odd fashion of hers. The sea-foam green unicorn sat with her flank on the seat, her shoulders against the back of the furniture and her rear hooves hanging freely before her. Bonbon didn't want to admit it, but it was a rather cute way to sit on the couch, even though it couldn't possibly be doing a thing for her back. Letting her eyes drift downward she frowned as she saw how little Lyra's stomach stuck out. The poor thing looked practically half starved.

As she watched, she felt her mind fading from the current day, back... back into the days when she was a young filly in the slums of Broncs, a little dingy rat's nest of filth and rampant violence. She had grown up there, a content little filly with her mother who provided everything the little filly could have needed. A house made from a broken old dumpster the waste management had refused to try and salvage, a meal a day, and all the love that her mother could give.

Peppermint Swirls was a great candy-maker until the parasprite infestation had completely ruined her business and the insurance company ran off with all her money in the night. But that didn't stop the mare and her husband who worked at the local mill from building their lives together. That is until the accident took her husband away, and left her with only a week before Bonbon was born.

Originally the benefits from the company's insurance settlement had kept them well-fed and happy, until the company itself went under. With no savings, no job, and two lives depending on her, Peppermint had to work a horrible waitress job at a sleazy dive that seldom saw any business just to keep Bonbon and herself fed. It was about that time that the food prices began to go up, and she began to eat less and less to insure that her daughter always had enough food.

One day Bon-bon came home from school to find her mother laying on the floor, not moving. In a panic she rushed over and began nudging her softly, trying to get any sort of reaction out of the mare. Finally her mother opened her eyes tiredly and focused on her daughter. "Bonbon... Go... go to Ponyville, your aunt Apple Fritter lives there... and... eat your vegetables..." the mare gasped out as she reached a hoof over to hug her daughter. Bonbon nuzzled into her mother, trying to get her to stand up so they could get help, anything to make this not-right feeling go away.

When the mare's hoof fell off her back and onto the ground, the little filly knew that the not-right feeling would never go away again. When finally she managed to drag herself away to find a policemare, all they could do was take down the information and send her along with a basket of food on a train towards Ponyville. It was on that ride that she vowed nopony she loved would ever go hungry again.

Returning to the present she blinked before trotting over to Lyra and nudging her softly on the forelimb. "Lyra sweetie? How about something to eat? You're looking hungry..."

"Bonbon we just finished lu-" Lyra started before noticing that the other mare had that look in her eyes. The one that promised much discomfort for the unicorn if she didn't comply right away. "Well I suppose a little dessert wouldn't hurt..."

"Yay! You're going to get the triple-decker ice cream sundae with extra sauce!" Bonbon chirped as she trotted off towards the ice cream shop, leaving the baffled unicorn to follow after. It didn't matter how often Bonbon did this to her, Lyra could never figure that pony out.