Subject: Clean selections from a mission
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Posted on: 2014-07-16 13:30:00 UTC

This is from something I need to rewrite. If anyone can handle NSFW, I'd love for a rough lookover of the full version to see if it's even missionable and if I didn't self-mark any mistakes.




Agent Kimberly Feinstein sat alone in RC 414, filing her nails and cracking her gum. She was reading an essay on quantum mechanics, but would have denied enjoying it if anyone caught her. She was human, young adult, and wore her 80's-style glasses completely un-ironically.

The console started to beep, and she calmly pressed the accept button. Normally the alarm was loud, and its volume would have increased if it were ignored for one full minute, but the machine knew that Kim would shove the nail file between its keys if it startled her. She still gave the console a stern glare and twiddled the file as she tabbed to the intelligence report. She then paged her partner.

Five minutes later, Hue burst in. The sprite was breathing heavily, but his beady eyes were wide in excitement.

“For some reason,” Kim lazily pointed her nail file at him without turning around, “we got something worse than a clopfic. I left the Department of Bad Slash for a reason and I might just ask for a different partner if this keeps happening.”

Hue gave a series of apologetic squeaks. He knew that she was disturbed at how a supposed children's cartoon was inundated with so much mature content, but he was sad that he got paired with someone who had been specifically trained to deal with adults-only subjects. He slapped a new packet of bleepettes on the console in front of her and shook his flask to indicate that it was full.

“No need to butter me up, furball, but thanks.” Kim grabbed the packet as she stood up from the console, and smiled as she shoved it into her bag.

There was something human within Hue that knew that making her happy would make dealing with her easier, but the main part of his nature was driven to be helpful and serve the needs of others. Still, he liked it when the New-Yorker openly showed her emotions.

She finished her last-minute check in under a minute, thanks to efficient planning skills. “I'm setting it for our usual disguises, are you fine with that?”

Hue gave the thumbs-up, and they entered the story. He immediately turned into a gray squirrel, (wearing a Despatch flash-patch on the back of a harness,) but Kim's unicorn disguise flickered and faded as the setting rejected it. Neither panicked since this was normal for pony fics that began in the “real” world.




Hue turned on the CAD again and pointed it at the ponies. It translated as in-canon 19 percent OOC, which was pretty decent considering the foreign element. He commented on it.


“Intel said that this was bad. Either someone made a mistake, or this story is luring us into a false sense of security.”


Time blinked, and suddenly there was a party in one of the nearby buildings. Kim flinched and said, “That had to be five minutes, tops. Charge for having an instant party.”


Hue squeaked out a refusal.


Kim walked to the door of the building to get a closer look. Again the party was not described, but the world decided that there should be streamers, balloons, and piles of sweets. “How is that even possible?”


“Pinky Pie,” Hue remarked, though he couldn't pronounce the P's properly.


Suddenly the pink pony bounded up to the agents. “Hi, I've never seen you before. My name's Pinkie Pie, what's yours?”


Kim was so shocked that she almost sat down. She wracked her brain and stammered, “Desert Wine.”


“It's great to meet ya. Come on in, it's a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party for Wolf, he's the tall one over there. I can throw another party just for you tomorrow.” Pinkie Pie bounced away happily.


Hue squeaked irritatedly.


“She put me on the spot, and my dad won a tidy sum by betting on that horse,” Kim complained as she ducked away from the doorway and found a window to look into. “How did she notice me? Is she a replacement?”


Hue checked the CAD, and assured her that Pinky Pie was mostly in-character.


“At least we'll have to neuralyse them all anyway,” Kim muttered.


She gazed through the window as “Wolf” met the ponies. Then he decided that he needed to go outside for some air, and Kim hoped that it wasn't a trend. Fortunately he simply sat there moping until a minty-green unicorn interrupted his thoughts.

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