Disavowed secret agent Octavia tries to kill Pinkie Pie
By Foxgear
Octavia groaned loudly at the sun shining through her window disrupting her slumber. She rolled causing the empty bottles of gin and bourbon to fall the floor with a dull thud. Her head hurt. It hurt a lot. She wasn’t much of drinker usually; a sip of wine or something small like that when she was performing for royals or strangling a target in the closet. Such was the life of a secret government agent for the crown or at least it was her life until a year ago at the Galloping Gala. The night she was fired! And it was that stupid pink mare’s fault!
In a blind rage Octavia chucked one of the empty bottles at the wall, shattering it, her younger sister Vinyl stood at the door with a tray of food; breakfast in bed to cheer her up no doubt. The electro haired girl frowned at her as she set the tray on the bed and left to fetch a broom.
“Vinyl wait, I’ll clean it up!” Octavia called after her sister, feeling just awful. Vinyl quickly returned and began sweeping up the glass. Her guilt worsened. “Vinyl please, I know when I agreed to let you live with me I said you’d have to do the house chores, but this… this is an exception.”
Her sister gave her a look, one she’s come to identify as “Shut up and don’t worry about it” one of many gestures and cues Octavia has had to learn since her poor sweet sister was the victim of crazed music fan that didn’t want to her make into the big time. He stabbed her in the throat forever silencing Vinyl’s voice. She did find a new passion in being a DJ, but Octavia couldn’t just let the man that hurt her little sister get off with only a five-year sentence.
So after pulling a few strings she paid him a visit in prison and punctured his eardrums forever rendering him deaf. If Vinyl was unable to sing and fulfill her love of singing, then her attacker who loved music would never be allowed to listen to it.
Dejectedly Octavia picked at her food. She was depressed. She hated being depressed. She hated thinking about her sister’s attacker and all the awful things she wanted to do to him and all the horrible things she wanted to do to one Pinkimenia Diane Pie. The one that made her lose her job, the one that would be reasonable for both her and Vinyl being on the streets if she didn’t find work quickly. That was unforgivable and it all started with a stupid song…
“Can you play the pony pokey?” Is what Ms. Pie had whispered in her ear that night; a strange request, but one she complied with despite the event being the Grand Galloping Gala. She had more important things to think about that night, she was there both as a musician and a spy, there was a pony the princess wanted dead and when Celestia wanted a pony dead you made it happen.
She played the song and it went about as well as you would expect. The requester was the only one dancing along while the nobles stood jaw slacked and dumbfounded at her dancing display and then came Ms. Pie second offense, she made her saw the last chords of the song on her cello! The nerve! That was the very reason she couldn’t get a music job now that she was fired from her spy job! Nobody wants to hire cellist that saws her cello even if it wasn’t her fault and there were witnesses that could prove it wasn’t, but they were too busy to clear things up for her! Damn noble snobs!
Continuing on with the night’s events the band took a break and she saw her target, Sir… she forgot the name, he had the mark she was supposed to look for to identify him as the target. Honestly, everyone was surprised it wasn’t Blueblood. He’s been on the “maybe kill” list for some time now.
Never the else she lured her target away from the party. Flash a little skin and cleavage and you can get a male to follow you anywhere really. She, of course, had endured some fondling, but that’s what it takes to get the job done sometimes, though she held the record of killing her target before having to go any farther than that. Unlike her co-worker Fleur De Lis, the woman was practically out of her clothes before she even got her targets attention. She was a nudist though so it was to be expected she’d like to kill in the buff and she did get results.
She was getting off track… she led the target to a room with a piano and while he was fixing a drink for them she pulled a wire from the piano and was about to do the deed when Pinkie happened. The girl just appeared out of nowhere!
“Hi, Octy! Are you coming back to the party? I gotta another song I want you to play!”
The target turned about, “Oh a friend, this is interesting.”
Octavia looked at her watch; she only had a minute to complete the mission. The target had to be dead before a certain time or the mission was considered a failure. The reason… well, she didn’t ask.
“Out of the way!” She pushed Ms. Pie out of the way and made a grab for the target, throwing the wire around his neck. He struggled and brought her to the floor. They rolled around fighting, but she had the upper hand with the wire slowly cutting off his air when… she got involved…
“That’s not a nice way to play! I know some people have kinks, but this is…”
“Shut up you fool! You have no idea…” The clock rang her time was up, if she killed him now she wouldn’t be covered by royal decree, but he could file a claim against her, she could go to prison!
“Dammit!”
She pulled on the string, killing him.
An investigation was made and the agency played if off as self-defense. The official statement saying the target was being rough and tried to force himself on her. Pinkie was paid off… with cupcakes of all things. She on the other was disavowed for not completing the mission and for blowing her cover in front of civilian, which let up today.
“Vinyl, I’m going to go out for a bit,” Octavia called out into the living room as she fetched her keys. She needed to find a job. From her position on the sofa, Vinyl gave a thumb up. “I’ll be back late so you’ll have to make yourself dinner.”
Vinyl simply nodded and went back to her songs.
Finding a job was tough and it sucked. Working as a secret agent for ten years meant all her files were classified and thus to all civilian records it appeared she hasn’t had a job in ten years. Of course, people knew her for her music, but no one in the music industry was going to hire her. Not just for the pony polka incident, but the whole killed a VIP scandal, which no one was supposed to know about had she gotten the mission done right!
“Are you hiring?” She asked shopkeeper. The owner didn’t even look at her before shutting the door. No one would hire her. She had too much bad publicity.
A tear rolled down her face as she clutched her fist. Her life had been perfect! Play a few songs, kill a few people, get paid and live a nice cozy life with her sister. That was all ruined now because of her! Because of Pinkie Pie!
She punched the side of a shop, cracking the wood, she looked up at the sign which read “Gun and Pawn” and then an idea accorded. She had little money left, she had some favors that needed to be honored and she had a location, Ponyville, home of Pinkimenia Diane Pie, her new target.
Octavia flipped out her phone and dialed home, “Vinyl I’m going to be out on business for a few days. Take care of yourself.”
The following day, Ponyville Equestria, a small town about an hour’s train rides out of Canterlot. Octavia sat under an umbrella wearing shades with a glass of lemonade a book. Across the street was Sugercube Corner, inside was her target Pinkimenia Diane Pie or Pinkie Pie as she was locally called. Currently, Pinkie was attending to some patrons, serving cupcakes, cakes, cookies, and shakes; looking happy as an unaware puppy about to be run over by a car.
“Time 12:35pm subject still surrounded by too many witnesses and appears to stay in the restaurant with owners as a live-in worker. Extracting her unnoticed will be difficult.”
She waited until night, moving to a rooftop and hiding a thatched roof with a pair of binoculars. From this position, she peered into Pinkie’s window. The target was writing in a notebook, looking very excited about what she was writing.
Another hour passed and the other residences of the house, Mr. and Mrs. Cake went to bed along with her children, all were asleep save for Pinkie Pie. Octavia kept her sights on Pinkie, the pink girl finally setting her notebook down and pulled a briefcase from under the bed. She opened the case and pulled… a dildo from it… Octavia set the binoculars down.
“This is why I hate stakeouts.”
The next day Octavia was inside the restaurant in disguise, her mane dyed and her clothes very different from her usual style. Cover name Fiddle Sticks. A cup of tea and a half eaten plate of cupcakes sat unattended as she observed her target.
Pinkie Pie dashed from one table to the next delivering very treats to the patrons with a wide smile, she chatted lively with everyone making sure they were all having a good time. Shame Octavia was planning on… killing her? Actually, Octavia wasn’t sure what she wanted to do for her revenge yet, killing Pinkie seemed a bit overkill, but she defiantly wanted to make her suffer in some way.
“Hey, how are you doing Fiddlesticks?”
Pinkie appeared right in her face! Making Octavia tilt back in her chair and almost fall over had Pinkie not stopped her. Stunned and unprepared to meet her target at this point, Octavia wasn’t sure how to respond, till a minor detail connected in her brain.
“How do you know my name? I don’t believe we’ve met before have we?”
“Why of course we have silly! We met at the Apple family reunion! I’m a very distant cousin of the Apple’s so I was allowed to attend, it was super fun! Especially when you played in the band! The dance was so much fun! I met these two fantastic stallions and…”
Octavia tune Pinkie out her mind boggled as she tried to remember the last Apple family reunion. She and Vinyl were Apples in the sense that their mother had bedded with one of the male members many years ago but never married. They attended the event as cousins Fiddlesticks and Vintage (Vinyl), they took these personals because… well, it was for the family’s own protection. As famous musicians and her double life as secret agents Octavia didn’t want the Apples to be dragged into dangerous business in case she was ever exposed.
Still she didn’t remember Pinkie Pie at the event, but she did remember cousin AJ saying something about possible relations to the Pie clan. Was she going to be killing a family member now? No, it didn’t matter, Pinkie was barely related to AJ by her claim, and any real blood between them would be little to non-existent.
“Hey, are you listening?” Pinkie asked her sounding a might irritated about being ignored. Octavia shook herself to reorganize her thoughts.
“Sorry, I was trying to remember if I saw you at the reunion or not. Sadly I don’t, it would have been nice to meet you then. You seem like such a charming person.”
Pinkie laughed, “I know right? It would have been so cool!” The clock struck four and the other patrons began to file out. “Aww, it's closing time.”
“Isn’t it a little early to be closing?”
“It is, but Mr. and Mrs. Cake are going on a vacation the weekend and they don’t want me tending the shop myself, so they’re having me clean the shop top to bottom and do inventory and ordering.”
Now that was interesting. Pinkie Pie would be alone, no witnesses, nobody around. This was her chance! Octavia stood and laid her payment for the food on the table.
“If that is the case then I shall be seeing you later Pinkie Pie, good day.”
“You too Fiddlesticks!” The pink baker called out as she left.
Later that night Octavia hid in the shadows of Sugercube Corner’s back alley. Confirmation of the Cakes departing was witnessed. Leaving her target alone and unaware. She tested the backdoor, finding it locked; hardly a nuance to her really. A few seconds with her lock picks and she was inside. Tip toeing through the kitchen Octavia quietly maneuvered her way through the building quiet as a mouse. She came to the stairs and softly ascended to the target’s room, the door unlocked.
Opening the door Octavia looked for anything that could give her away; a squeaky toy or something stupid like that. Finding nothing she entered and quickly made her way to Pinkie’s bed and found the pink baker… nude… she was completely nude with the covers kicked off and that smell… that musk…
“Oh sweet, Celestia take a shower at least!” She hissed under breath as she pulled a rag and some coliform. The smell was strong, which seemed to get Pinkie’s attention as her eyes snapped open only for them to shut just as quickly as the coliform made her go limp. Gathering the baker in her covers Octavia spirited her away from the house.
It was dawn on the third day away from home since she started her personal mission of vengeance against the one that ruined her professional career. She had her target, Pinkie Pie, bound and tied to a chair in an old barn in the middle of nowhere. She was still asleep unaware and still naked. Octavia was stripped down to her underwear, bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. She felt like a freaking bondage mistress, but she was NOT getting blood on her favorite mission suit.
Still now that she had Pinkie in her clutches what was she going to do to her? At this point having spent some time to get to know her personally Octavia was filling less than enthusiastic about killing her like she first wanted to do.
Her anxiety rising Octavia did what she usually did when stressed, light a cigarette. A bad habit she inherited from her mother and one she’s tried to quit for her sister, but never could get away from. Taking a long drag Octavia looked her target over once, finding her body to be rather eye pleasing, not a super model body like Fleur’s or anything, but still something anyone would want a piece of. Big ass, big boobs, little curvy, but not fat.
Leaning in closer Octavia leaned closer the edge of her cigarette only an inch away from Pinkie’s breast, the pink girl as a shuttered a small ember landed on her breast.
“Oh for the love of Celestia is this a kink for you? Also how long have you been awake?”
Pinkie smiled with one eye opened, looking sheepish and cute and infuriating all at the same time. “About an hour and I can’t say being tied to a chair and having someone burn me with cigarettes is a fantasy of mine, but you gotta try everything once, though you could have just asked me on a date instead of…”
“Enough! This is not a date! This is a revenge mission for the Grand Galloping Gala, where you ruin my career as both a cellist and an assassin! You made me out to be a fool and now I’m this close to being out on the street and worse my sister maybe joining me and it’s your fault!”
Pinkie’s hair deflated, “Oh… I’m sorry.”
“Sorry! That’s all you have to say is sorry?”
She shrugged, “What else can I say? I mean usually I would throw an “I’m sorry party” but I’m a little tied up right now and… ok, that look says not in the mood for jokes ok… um… I got nothing.”
“Well, I do!” Pulling her cigarette from her mouth Octavia thrust at Pinkie’s breast intending to burn a hole right into the baker’s big balloon tits! However, she stopped short a sudden image of her sister appearing in Pinkie’s place. They were so similar now that she thought about. Before Vinyl lost her voice she was cheery, happy go lucky, and loved to make people laugh and enjoy life. Sure she could be annoying, but she never intended to harm anyone, the same as this girl.
Sighing Octavia fell back in her chair and extinguished the cigarette. What was she doing? Really what was she doing? This was crazy. She was crazy! Was she going crazy? She choked back a sob and laugh as she looked around the room. She was in a barn in her underwear with a naked tied up girl, yeah she had defiantly gone crazy.
“You know,” She said looking away from Pinkie Pie, “I became a secret agent to protect people like you, people like my sister Vinyl. People that brought joy to others. Sure I played a few big hits, but I hardly consider nobles something worth killing for. I just… I don’t know, wanted to make a difference, but somewhere along the way I lost myself in the killing, the secrecy and money, the sex and torture. What I’m trying to say is I’m sorry.”
There was thunder of footsteps as Vinyl of all people entered the barn loft, followed by Princess Twilight, Princess Celestia and the rest of the elements of harmony. Oh right, Pinkie was an element of harmony, they had twenty-four seven guards on them! Well… she was dead.
“Vinyl? What are you doing here?” She might as well ask before Celestia and Twilight tore her in half and banished a different part of her to the sun and… where does Twilight banish people again? Vinyl gave her a look and made some gestures that nobody but her understood.
“My cell phone? Did you track it? That’s surprising. Oh, you want to know what I’m doing here with this girl, nearly naked. Well, I…”
“We’re playing a sex game.” Pinkie deadpanned, surprising not only Octavia with her claim but her friends too. “Yeah, this is kind of my new thing, but nobody I knew wanted to get in on it or I knew you wouldn’t understand, so I asked Octy here if she would do it for a thousand bits.”
Octavia leaned closer to Pinkie and whispered “What are you doing? Are you insane?”
“Probably,” Pinkie whispered back, “Also this is me apologizing for what I did, so just go with it.”
“Ok…”
Princess Twilight seemed to finally pick her jaw off the floor, “Pinkie is this really true?”
“You bet Twilight! Now Octy I believe there was something about hot wax?”
“Yeah I’m not staying around for this,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed flying away, the others followed suit, their reactions were strange, to say the least.
“Have you done this before?” Octavia asked to which Pinkie nodded, “Yes” which she didn’t know if that was relief or scary. Pushing that subject aside Octavia turned to her sister, who was looking very… disappointed.
“Sorry for worrying you Vinyl. I just… I just didn’t know what to do. The bills were piling up and we’re going to be out on the streets and I couldn’t get a job (Sob) I… (Sob)… just…” Finally, Octavia broke down grabbed her sister in a hug and cried into her shoulder. Vinyl smiled and ran her finger through her hair patted her on the back till the tears had run their course.
The sisters broke apart and Octavia wiped away her tears.
“Yes your right, this was a stupid this to do. I should have told you.” Vinyl nodded and made some hand gestures. “You got a job? Here in Ponyville? Why? I thought you liked living in Canterlot? What’s that? You found a house for cheaper than my condo? Renting is for suckers? Yes, I’ll have to agree with that $5000 bits a mouth is a bit on the extreme. You found me a job too? As princess Twilight’s bodyguard… uh, not the greatest first impression then.” Vinyl nodded, Octavia only smiled and hugged her sister again! “Oh, I love you Vinyl!”
“Yeah, group hug!”
“Pinkie… don’t touch me until you take a shower. I know what you do at night.”
“Oh… sorry.”
A month as past since the incident with Pinkie Pie and Octavia was enjoying her new life in Ponyville with her sister Vinyl. Their new home was a cozy two bedroom house divided down the middle to separate their spaces. The kitchen was neutral space. Her side was on the west side, decorated in a classical style with musical instruments scattered around the living room on Vinyl’s side she had her DJ equipment. Together they performed techno Symphony for parties, marriages, etc. It was a rather successful business. Still, Octavia found herself doing secret missions for her primary employer Princess Twilight Sparkle, who had a lot of strange requests; most of them were stealing books…
Octavia was busy preparing some new music for a wedding when someone rang the doorbell. Wondering who could be visiting at such an hour Octavia grabbed a pistol just in case and answered the door revealing… Pinkie Pie… what was she doing here?
“Pinkie? What are you doing here? It’s midnight.” The pink baker fiddled nervously on the doorstep looking flustered and nervous. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head, “No, nothing’s wrong I was just wondering if you wouldn’t mind finishing… that thing… we were doing when you first came to town.”
“Pinkie I’ve told you before that was a mistake and I don’t really swing that way.”
“I know, I know, but…”
“But…”
“I’ve been curious about… hot wax lately.”
Oh… what has she unleashed here?
“I got five hundred bits too.”
Octavia smiled, she never turned down bits. “I’ll get my lighter and meet you at the barn.”
Author's Note
I actually wrote this a while ago, but I didn't feel it was a story I really wanted to post, but now I'm kind of interested in seeing how it does.
Whatever happens, happens as they say.
