Agents of S.W.O.R.D (Or at least, one and a replacement...)

Today started out well enough, Bon Bon mused. No, that wasn't her name. It was Sweetie Drops, and only Sweetie Drops. Despite what her girlfriend insisted on calling her, her real name was the one she'd go by. Ah Lyra... That fur of hers drove... Sweetie shook her head to clear it. It was best to stay on task today. Really best to stay on task, as things had gone from good to bad with one phone call from her partner. Her OTHER partner. And I don't mean the one who she was in love with.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?!" Sweetie yelled over the phone at the news she'd been given. "How the... How'd this happen?"

"I told you, went on a candy binge." Agent Do's voice said in response, before it quickly changed into that of a sick groan. Sweetie sighed. She knew exactly what happened here. It wasn't the first time, after all.

"...You ate those sherbert fancies and got sick to your stomach again, didn't you?" She said flatly.

"Yeah... That about sums it up." Do groaned before Sweetie quickly heard the sound of retching. She winced. Agent Do would be out of it for a while, so she hung up the phone in disgust. The she did what she always did when this happened. She opted for grabbing a pillow, stuffing her face into it before letting out a loud scream.

Her problem still fresh in her mind, Sweetie made her way to her agency's secret headquarters. Okay, maybe it wasn't so secret as it had a big sign saying "Headquarters of S.W.O.R.D. Do not enter. This means you!" outside it. Once she was inside, she pulled on her fedora (Multiple purpose!) and her sunglasses. (They did nothing, except made her look cool.) After that, she went to see Major Spitfire in her office, whom she found throwing darts into a picture of her ex, Soaring. Long story short, it didn't well after a unfortunate incident with a living cream pie.

"Agent Drops. Always a pleasure." Spitfire said with a smile, before tossing a dart behind her and it landed on Soaring's face with pinpoint accuracy.

"We uh, have a little problem." Sweetie admitted, as she felt a headache coming on as she remembered the phone call that would probably spell doom for her sometime in the near future.

"So I heard. Do's out sick again." Spitfire said, much to Sweetie's shock.

"How'd you know?" She asked, too stunned to hide her shock. She cursed mentally, normally she was good at hiding her emotions.

"Do called me. Explained everything." Spitfire said, and Sweetie groaned. Her headache increased.

"...Of course she did." She stated flatly. "So I guess that means pairing me up with Agent Smith again for the time being?" Sweetie asked nervously. She hated that stallion. Always hitting on her. It got annoying... rapidly. She actually sighed in relief when the Major shook her head.

"Relax, he's not free. Actually, I don't know where he is. Last I heard he was seen on a date with a mare... Actually, never mind. I know exactly where he is. Shameless, that one." Spitfire muttered.

"So who?"

"Dunno. I'll think of something soon. In the meantime, spend some time with that marefriend of yours. Might do you some good. You really need to loosen up." Spitfire told her with another smile. "I can... recommend a few things." She added with a flirtatious grin and a laugh.

That was enough for Sweetie, and she bolted out of there. Spitfire laughed and got back to living out her fantasy of darting Soaring.

"Too easy, that one. Really needs to lighten up. Now where were we...? Ah yes, I remember."

She threw another dart.

Sweetie, once she had gotten as far away from her newest embarrassment by her boss went to see Lyra who currently was in the middle of watching one of her trashy TV shows "Desperate Housemares". Sweetie sighed and facehoofed. Least it wasn't the worst one she'd cause her seeing, like that cooking show she'd been a little too interested in at one point. She still suspected it was because of that cute mare it was hosted by.

"You really have too much time on your hooves. You need a job." Sweetie told her dryly. "Those shows rot your brain."

Lyra kissed her before rolling her eyes.

"Like I haven't caught you watching Dr Horse from time to time when I come over." She smirked in reply.

Sweetie sputtered, caught off guard for the second, no third, time today and was unable to form words for a brief few moments. When she finally regained power of speech she replied "I thought we agreed never to speak of that!"

Lyra shook her head.

"No, I agreed. Should have made me Pinkie Promise."

Sweetie groaned and began banging her head against a wall. Her marefriend was really infuriating sometimes. If as to add insult to injury...

"You know, I don't think Dr Horse would recommend that!" Lyra laughed.

Sweetie only banged her head harder and cursed under her breath, something that would make a sailor proud if he ever were to hear it. Finally Lyra stopped her teasing and took pity on her before rubbing her shoulders.

"You're having a really bad day, aren't you?" She asked in sympathy.

"You have no idea..." Sweetie groaned out. "And because I know you're going to ask what I'm on about..." She started before Lyra could say one word that were forming in her mouth. "Remember Agent Do's love for those little treats of hers? She binged on them again, and well... I'm out a partner for the time being."

Lyra's big grin was... concerning to say the least.

"Oh my gosh, I can totally recommend someone!" She said a little too excitedly for Sweetie's liking. She had a very bad feeling of upcoming doom coming on to her.

"Who?" She asked, and braced for it.

"Me!" Lyra said in excitement. Ah, there it was. Exactly as she was expecting. It was a little known fact that Lyra loved spy and spy fiction in general, second only to her human love. She'd been over the moon when she started dating Sweetie, needless to say. As for Sweetie herself she used the only natural reaction.

"WHAT!?!"