MARES IN BLACK

M.I.B [mares in black]

PRO-LOUGE

It was about 200 hundred years before the present day in ponyvile and threat had been made against the princess. She was told to hand over her throne to a terrifying and cunning enemy, but celestia was very busy at this point in time and before she even got a chance to read the threat they were attacked without mercy. By hideous cephalopod bio-mechanical creatures with weapons mounted onto their robotic left arm. Everything was a living hell in northern equestria and celestia was running out of options. She was in a gross and smelly bomb shelter being protected by the highest of royal guards who all appeared to be mares in their black armour for when Luna finally broke free. She needed a way out of this mess without getting killed; they all eventually decided to use their bayonets to dig their way out and to filidelphia. While they all were digging the mare at the front of the pack shouted ‘I’ve found something and it’s definitely not a rock! The mares all burst through the metal frame with their extreme strength and then they all fell into a very bright white room. THEID FOUND AN OLD REASERCH BASE. It had exceptional technology which they all left behind for a better future. Celestia was astounded. This was just the break thru she needed. She gave all of the mare’s orders to stay down there and contemplate a way to be rid of the CEPH... Eventually they won the war with the secret technologies of the base, which till this very day remains a secret. They called themselves the MARES IN BLACK. They recruit the best of the best to fight against alien threats. Only celestia and those who are operatives know of these hidden protectors. However. Some still speculate of the M.I.B’s existence but can never find proof of it. We work in secret. We work in unity. We are the MARES IN BLACK.

Author: teemo38
For: The brony community
Inspiration: TrueSoul116

Having faith in one’s self is a mission on its own, but bestowing trust in others is impossible, for it must be EARNED.
The sweet taste of victory is better after you have known the bitter taste of defeat.
Life has no meaning, so GIVE IT ONE.
One’s soul is gifted to ambition to dream to create an image in one’s mind and heart, allow it to flow through your body, let your imagination take over, once accomplished, you are at peace.

CHAPTER 1: MEET THE MARES.
WARNING: if I shatter all of your hopes and dreams during this story do NOT send me your complaints.

I am your run of the mill mare. I have run of the mill friends and a run of the mill life. I have always liked ponyvile and its inhabitants since I moved there from filidelphia when I was 6. Today was just a normal day in ponyvile; the birds are cheeping and pinkies partying. Everypony is happy as can be. Me and bon bon were just coming home from work and we were talking on the way back home. It was about 8 PM and Bon was talking more or less complaining about something when I just stopped in the middle of the road. Are you all right Lyra? Is something bothering you? Personally I was surprised that she hadn’t noticed that it was starting to rain but I guess that’s bon for ya. We continued walking home bon bon still ranting about the same thing as before, but I couldn’t really understand her thru the thickness of the hail storm, I stopped again only to get yelled at by a yelling bon bon now complaining about the pain of the hail hitting her soft skin.

Paying no attention to this I just continue looking at the sky. Something is defiantly wrong with this picture I said to myself shrugging off the hard hail bits hitting my rain coat. Still staring into the soul of the dark abyss of a storm this was, something caught my eye just as I began to continue on to get home I caught the slightest glimpse of a flying blue box with a flashing light on top of it. Now what in equestria could THAT be? I thought to myself. Meh must be my imagination.

When I got home bon was fresh out of the shower much like rarity she liked to stay ship shape if at all possible. You guna dry off or are you just going to saturate your bed bon said sarcastically while drying her mane. I looked down, I was dripping wet [note: there will be shipping and sexual shit later but I hafta lay out the story before we get into that] so I decided to take her advice and dry myself before I go to bed. By the time I was dry bon was fast asleep mumbling some semi-sane shit so I didn’t bother to say goodnight at the risk of waking her up and strangling me for ruining her dream. So instead I just lent over and gave her a light kiss on the forehead, goodnight bon bon I whispered to myself as I drifted off to sleep myself. Something I worry about whenever it’s time to go to bed is; will I wake up in the morning? Or will I be forecast into a pit of endless nightmares never to re-open my eyes. But over the last few years I’ve found that it would take a perfect alignment of the stars and the moon to actually open a paradox and close my way back into the real world. But zero has taught me that the odds of this happening are like a bazillion to one. So I close my eyes and gently fall asleep to the gentle sound of Bon’s ranting.

GASP! I woke up in an instant, hyperventilating my brains out. I looked around myself and saw the clock 5:04 AM it read. I figured that it would be an ok time to have my morning shower and get ready for work early. I must have been pretty loud in the shower because when I got out bon bon was rubbing her eyes and then let out a big dramatic yawn. Why are you up so early Lyra? Couldn’t sleep, too much on my mind I said in a tired moan.

Pfft really Lyra? What in celestia could bother you on a day like this?! And what’s so great about today? I asked. Bon trotted over to her cabinet and opened the doors while saying; it’s your birthday you silly filly you know that. Hmmm that’s funny bon, normally you’d say ‘you ass hole’. Well it’s your birthday, figure id better be nice to you or you’ll get zero on my case. Heh yhea probably. I headed to my cabinet to grab my weapon and put it in cloak. Bon already had her 20.MK s.h.m PLASMA RIFLE and was engaging temporary invisibility protocol’s for it.
[s.h.m = spark.hellfire.munitions]
Hey you never know Lyra; maybe Golden ill even let you have first dib’s on the gauss rifle testing lab today. Yhea, doubt it though. We both shut our closet doors and headed out. I headed for the door but something didn’t feel right, I took one last look at the clock 5:04 AM. The hell? I closed my eyes and shook my head but when I opened them a cold chill went up my spine; it was gone, vanished into nowhere. I figured it was just stress so I shook it off and proceeded for the door, but boy was I wrong.