Strictly Confidential

Lyra was never surprised by how much Equestria had advanced in the field of technology and resources. The Ponyville base was the second biggest of the MANTICORE facilities. It came with everything an agent would need to be the best they could be, from physical combat training to teaching the art of torture and interrogation. Agents didn’t choose their field of work, but were rather assigned to a job by the agency based on their talents and abilities. They ran them through instructions and set them up with the prerequisites, and agents would be sent out on missions.

Lyra had found her profession in the fields of sniping and spying on targets. She tracked targets down from afar and profiled them while keeping a list of their actions in search of evidence for crimes. Once she’d completed her job, and found evidence against the pony in question, she’d file her report and another agent would be sent out to interrogate the subject.

In the meantime while she wasn’t spying on targets, Lyra had a comfortable office job where she’d sit and do basically whatever she pleased. After walking through the large complex of halls and rooms, Lyra pushed open a door bearing her name and walked in to her office. It was a round white room, with a desk on one side of the room covered in paper and files and a small black device. On the other end of the room was a soft leather couch, a coffee table in front of it with a few magazines and a projector on it, and a white bored sitting in the middle of the room in front of that.

She happily trotted into her office, kicking her door shut behind her and listening as it locked, before walking over to her couch and jumping onto it. She sat up on her flank and laid her neck on the top of the couch, before kicking her legs across to the table and relaxing. She used her magic to switch on the projector on the coffee table on, and watched as it buzz to life, as a light shone from the lens, projecting a rather poor quality video onto her whiteboard, while noise played from the speaker on the roof of her room.

“Gadgets and devices everywhere... you’d think that someone could make a movie with some decent quality...” Lyra mused with a small giggle, before using her magic again to levitate one of the magazines on her table to her hooves.

“Issue number nine? I’m a bit behind... There has to have been four Play-Pony magazines since I bought an issue...” She said opening the magazine. Lyra surveyed many of the models in the book, purposefully looking for mares. She loved the way their bodies looked, all curvy and cute in their sexy and seductive poses. Not really bothered by her own sexuality, she’d let her mind run wild while she thought about all the things she could do to them if she was with them.

“Ooh, Milky Way... as abnormal as those are, they’d feel damn awesome pressed up against my body...” She said as if trying to speak to the picture, fantasising about Ponyville’s milk-mare. For some reason even sex didn’t intrigue her as much as the thought of being able to play with her massive breasts. She flipped the page again, listening to the film progress, before frowning. She could have sworn she was hearing moaning.

She lowered the magazine and to her surprise saw the film had progressed to the main characters of the movie engaging in oral foreplay. She’d never watched porn at work before, but offices were sound proof, so she didn’t really feel inclined to stop.

“Hmm... Who woulda know that this movie had a sex scene in it?” Lyra asked rhetorically before dropping the magazine beside herself on the cushion to watch the movie with a new found interest in it. Her enthusiasm was short lived though as the sound from the movie cut off completely and a voice emitted through the speaker of her office.

“Agent 41?” The voice called, echoing through the room slightly. Lyra snapped to attention at the call of her number and dropped off the chair to all fours, quickly running to her desk. Before reaching it she slung up the small black device in her magic field, bringing it in front of her.

“Agent 41? Miss Heartstrings?” The voice rung again, sounding a little more serious.

“Yes! Yes I’m here!” She announced, replying by speaking into the black device.

“Ah, Agent 41. Have you processed your last report?” The voice asked.

“Uh... the one about that donut maker guy who stole a big recipe?” Lyra asked, very unsure on what her last report had entirely been composed of. She heard the voice sigh in disappointment through the speaker.

“The report on Donut Joe’s involvement in the Cake’s stolen recipe; they need that recipe back so they can prepare baked goods specifically for the crowning this weekend.”

Lyra thought for a moment and remembered filing a report two days ago, but couldn’t put her hoof on if it was that one.

“I... I believe I filed that one two days ago.” She said.

“We haven’t received it yet. I want you to follow up the analysis crew and find out its current status. We need to send out an agent to collect evidence soon.” The voice instructed.

“Yes boss,” Lyra replied. “Anything else?”

“That’ll be all agent. Carry on.” The voice said, before the radio connection cut and the speaker returned to its original function, playing the video again, which in the time it had been on mute, had progressed much further.

Lyra jumped with fright as the room was filled with loud screaming and moaning. She suddenly realised she’d left the film on, and ran around to the projector to see what was happening that would make everything get as noisy as it was. Her eyes went wide with interest as soon as she saw the mare in the scene being pounded by a stallion with a shaft almost twice the size of her leg.

“I should definitely watch this scene... after I check on that report...” She said with a sigh as her enthusiasm dipped and she switched off the projector.

On her way to the door she stopped at her desk, opening one of the drawers and pulling a folder out of it with her magic. It was labelled as classified, and Lyra, even though no one could see her, was being very careful with the folder and trying to keep it as obscured as possible, even as if trying to hide it from herself.

“Might as well kill two birds with one stone while I’ve got work to do...” Lyra said slipping the folder into a backpack on the floor under her desk. “I know they’re hiding something...” She said to herself as she walked towards the door to her office. “I just have to find out what...”

With that Lyra left her office, but couldn’t stop herself from feeling extremely edgy with the folder on her, and made sure the door locked tight before getting ready to venture the facility to the analysis bay.

***

Bon Bon didn’t exactly enjoy walking through the Manticore Base to get to her office. It was far too big, which made her edgy. The fact that the massive facility was concealed underground made her even more nervous to walk through. Part of the facility had already collapsed once after an         Urca-Minor had walked straight through town and stomped too hard on areas of the ground. While it gave her the constant fear that the facility could collapse if not well monitored, this also led Bon Bon to constantly assume that even though the facility was low enough underground, somepony could likely discover them if they dug down enough.

Despite her fears though, she enjoyed her job; much more than most of the other agents. Bon Bon excelled as a master of disguise and interrogation. She was one of the best in her field, and had never failed a field assignment, but to her the best part about her job in her opinion was that she would be the least at risk to being found out, as nopony would ever be able to remember her from just seeing her in one of her disguises.

Although she was a very powerful interrogator, Bon Bon didn’t quite enjoy that side of work too much, because for one thing, it meant dirty work, and Bon Bon preferred to keep her hooves clean where possible. That didn’t mean she was afraid to get them dirty though if need be, but interrogation required many components and stages to work properly, the first of which was of course capturing a target and having them hidden and immobilised. This was Bon Bon’s least favourite part as it often led to Bon Bon being on the receiving end of near sexual encounters. It was in her opinion the most effective method of getting a subject alone with her, but it was also one she despised, due to the fact that every target she had tried it on, including mares, had fallen for it all for the sole hope in their minds that they could get laid. It was just a deep seeded knowledge in her mind that anyone would do anything they wanted to or somepony else wanted them to do, if it could get them laid.

The last mission she had completed had required her to apprehend the famous fashion designer Hoity Toity, and make him confess to stealing designs from Carousel Boutique. The reason she’d had to do that was because the owner of the store, Rarity, had filed a complaint with Ponyville police that her dresses and designs had been going missing, and another agent who had been spying on the boutique for quite some time, had noticed Hoity Toity visiting for a few hours and leaving almost twice a day for a week.

After luring him into a false sense of security, drugging, and interrogating him, Bon Bon had found out he’d been coming to Ponyville on a regular basis and having sex with Rarity, before stealing her unfinished and finished designs from her wardrobes. She thought it was actually one of the easiest cases she’d ever solved, but it just proved her point even more. It disgusted her that anypony could go to the lengths some of the criminals she had dealt with in the past had gone to, just for sex.

Bon Bon kept walking through the facility, trying to clear her mind of the past assignments she’d dealt with, and remembered as she approached the hallway leading to her office that she had another assignment likely coming in soon. She hadn’t had one in a week at least, and the free time had given her plenty of space to finish filing late reports.

As Bon Bon opened her door and walked into her room, a robotic voice greeted her from the speaker in her office, and the door shut and locked automatically behind her.

“Good morning Agent 28; Automated Voice Office Maintenance System at your service. How are you?” the voice asked, with a few small gaps between the words.

“I’m wonderful Avoms. Any messages for me today?” Bon Bon asked as she walked into her office and placed her saddle bag on the desk to one side of her room. She much preferred to call her automatic voice system Avoms to make conversations easier.

“Yes, you recently received a message from Manticore Control; they would like you to visit them. They may have a new assignment for you.” Avoms explained.

Bon Bon sighed, and looked at her bag.

“Avoms, could you keep my coffee warm for me until I get back?” Bon Bon asked out loud.

“Of course Agent 28. Please place it over near the automatic heater.” Avoms said. Bon Bon grabbed the travel mug out of her bag, and placed it next to a small box on the opposite side of the desk, before the section the box and mug were on lowered into the desk, and another section of the desk slid over it.

“I knew it’d be useful to get that installed,” Bon Bon said to herself with a grin. “Thank you Avoms, I’ll be back soon.” Bon Bon said, before walking back over to the door and pushing it open.

“Of course Agent 28. I’ll shall inform Manticore Control that you are on your way.” Avoms informed her, before closing the door for her as she walked out.

“Oh how I love experienced employee benefits,” Bon Bon said with a giggle as she walked down the hallway to make her way to the bases control centre.