(Country) - (Town) - 249 A.B.

Cadance

OKAY. GONNA DO THIS NOW. I CAN DO IT. NOT GONNA SCREW THIS MISSION UP. Don't want a repeat of last time, when I let my guard down while protecting that one studly stallion... But, by the gods, it was the best fu- NOPE. KEEP ON TRACK, CADANCE. LET'S DO THIS!

As a pink and purple alicorn made her way to the office of Kashya, she was reminiscing of good times long gone, and what her next assignment might be. Cadance was a bit, no, a LOT of a nympho. That kinda made it hard to send her out to do literally anything. Can't even get the groceries without ending up in the back closet with at least three different ponies of mixed genders.

With more than a few stares and winks and catcalls and what-have-yous on the way there, Cadance stepped inside. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. There's some activity in Canterlot, go check it out, and for the love of Celestia, stop sleeping with everything that moves..." replied a very exasperated and stressed Kashya. The stacks of paperwork everywhere might have shed a touch of insight upon her mental state.

Cadance stood bolt-upright, and saluted, "MA'AM, YES, MISTR- MA'AM!" And with that, she left for Canterlot, magically not getting distracted and sidetracked to the bedroom once.

The wagon ride there was long, bumpy for all the wrong reasons, and quite boring. As the landscape grew increasingly desolate, a general feeling of... wrongness overtook Cadance. Having visited the kind city more than once before, she had a rather nostalgic view of the place, as a shining capital of good and decency, a town where nobody goes hungry, or is homeless. But when they finally arrived, the vision that greeted them seemed to be pure nightmare, born unto reality...

Author's Note

God fuck, finally I got this out. It was about time.