You’re all too kind for such an uninspired throwaway.
 
Right now I’m loving the idea of a confident, consistently gentle, secretly naughty Bon-bon guiding and calming a less certain, wild and flighty Lyra full of artistic temperament and creativity. With or without paranoia and cosmic horror. Maybe that’s just mediaeval unicorn fic dressed up in modern clothing though?
 
OTOH, “sweetiedrops” is totally Lyra’s pet name for Bon-bon.

@when she felt her wings unfold  
You are brilliant.

Gorgeous! <3
 
I rather like the chubby bodies. :3
 
@when she felt her wings unfold  
Haha, nice.

@when she felt her wings unfold  
This image and your story line there really go, shall I say, hoof in hoof!  
They’re like… totally Best Friends! <3

“Nopony’s watching, Lyra-lu. Let’s be best friends right here in the park!”
 
But Lyra knows they’re always watching, from behind their invisible telescreens. Floating at curious, non-Euclipclopian angles, distorted and leering. The giggling small ones forever toying with their all too accurate pony dolls. The bearded ones lathering themselves into inscrutable ecstasies. The collectors, always contrasting what they see with diagrams of her primitive ancestors - diagrams which are all too clearly drawn from life.
 
“I want to, sweetiedrops. But I’m scared…”

Awww, that’s so cute :)