The Arabian Mole

Twilight and I had holed up in one of the many abandoned apartment complexes in downtown Vanhoover. She said that they probably knew where both of our apartments were, so it wasn't safe. Our plan was to hold up here until the power came back on and we could radio for escort. Twilight had lit a fire in the centre of the room with her magic The flames lit up the room in a eyrie green glow, but kept us warm. Twilight had her face buried in the book, trying to figure out how many Arabian agents could be close enough to kill us. I looked out the window. Nothing except the rain. It seems that after the bomb went off, the entire city was abandoned. Or at least this area.

"So, Twilight, how many agents are hellbent on killing us?" I asked in an almost joking tone.

She didn't look pleased. "Well, there are 62 agents in downtown Vanhoover alone-" She began.

"What!" I shot up. I doubted anypony could take on that many agents.

"-so it seems they have more agents then we realized." She finished.

No shit.

I sat back on the ground, Dumbstruck. "But, Twilight, how did they get that many agents into Vanhoover? Surely our customs officers kept them out? And with all the random ID checks they wouldn't have gotten far." I complained. I thought we had better security in Equestria!

Twilight flipped to another page in the book. "It seems they have agents in almost every division of the government." She groaned an slammed the book closed. "If only I had an idea how ineffective our counter intelligence actually were, I could have prevented hordes of Saddle Arabian agents from infiltrating Equestria." She hissed.

I hugged her. "It's okay. It's not your fault. It could happen to anypony." I cajoled. Actually, I doubted that anypony else would be able to take the job at all.

Twilight sighed. "I guess so." She straightened up and smiled at me. "Tell me about your life. I fucked you twice and I don't know anything about you." She joked.

I looked down at my hooves. "It's just another sob story. You really don't want to hear it." And I really didn't want to tell her, I added mentally.

Twilight pressed up against me."Oh, but I do." She pressed.

I sighed. I wasn't about to say no to a smoking hot mare pressed up against my flank. And a princess for that matter. "Fine"

I breathed deeply then started. "I never knew my father. He ran away before I was even born. My mother refused to talk about him." I let out a breath. "My mother was a Pegasus who came from Cloudsdale looking for work. The economic crash was in full swing at that time. It especially hit Cloudsdale hard. It takes a lot to keep that city floating."

"Is that when she met your father?" Twilight interrupted.

"Sort of. Work was really hard to find at that time. She met him through work." I said bitterly.

Twilight coked her head to the side. "Sort of? What kind of work did she do?" She asked quizzically.

I gritted my teeth. "She was a prostitute." I spat out.

"Oh... Oh!" Her cheeks turned cherry. "What happened to her?"

"One day, after she had finished cleaning up after a session, she took more drugs then she should have. She told me it helped deal with the pain. I don't judge her, knowing what she was going through every day." I shuddered. "She took extra shifts so she could support me. She truly loved me." I whimpered. I really didn't want to start crying right now.

"I didn't even get to say good bye." I whispered. "I then was shipped off to an orphanage. The people there were nice enough." I intentionally didn't mention the regular beatings or bullies. It was already enough of a sob story.

Twilight looks at me. I could see the sides of her eyes welling up in tears. "That's so sad." She said simply. "And I thought Applejack had it bad, her losing both parents in a wagon accident." She looked down at her hooves then back up at me. "How did you end up in the agency?"

"After I left the orphanage, I ended up in a street gang. I had nowhere also to go." Tears started pouring from my eyes. "Twilight, I.... I killed innocent ponies in cold blood. For stupid things like money." A sob racked my body. "I don't think I can ever forgive myself for that. I truly turned into a bad pony during that time in my life." The tears poured down my cheeks, soaking my lime green coat with the salty liquid.

Twilight rushed over and wrapped her wings around me protectively. "Shh, Shh it's okay." She whispered lovingly.

With another sob, I continued. "I was  getting reckless. I wasn't thinking. "The police caught me trying to rob a jewelry store." I rested my head Twilight's neck, the sobs dying down. "I already had a criminal record. I was looking at a lifetime in jail at best. They give me one chance. I could use my skills in the espionage agency, and my criminal record would be erased." I looked at Twilight and smiled weakly. "Right then, I realized I had to turn my life around. I took the job, and here I am." I breaths in Twilight's scent. "I'm just trying to be a good pony." I stated.

Twilight and I stood like that for a rather long time, wrapped in each other's embrace, neither of us wanting to let go. The green light danced off the cd concrete walls.

I reached forward and slowly kissed Twilight on the cheek. I looked into her eyes. Letting my thoughts out to her made it all feel less painful. I felt like my wounded soul healing for the first time in my life.

"Thank you." I mouthed to her. She smiled happily. And it was beautiful.