Chapters The Patrol's Last Mission
In Every Life, Rain Must Fall
The once brilliant sea-green colored fur of the mare was faded; dulled with the passing of time. She sat on a bench; the only bench in all of Ponyville. Her hooves hung over the edge; unlike how other ponies would sit upon it. Her mane carried a silver stripe showing her age. Across the way the mare watched a young foal being pushed on a playground carousel by a mare; resembling herself.
Lyra was a proud grandmare watching her adopted daughter playing with her foal. Time in Ponyville sure had changed since she had married Special Agent Sweetie Drops; though Lyra always called her Bonbon. A couple of seasons ago, her partner of twenty-five years had been laid to rest in the company of legends within Canterlot’s Royal Cemetery; for her service in Delta Horse. Sweetie Drops had served the crown on black ops, before retiring to be with Lyra.
Twenty-five years. For twenty-five years, their marriage had been blissful and wondrous. They had adopted an orphaned foal, and they had raised her with abundant adoration. Together they had taught her about the world and were there to support her every hoofstep of the way.
Lyra had even taken to writing fiction about a fantastical creature she had called a Human. At first, it was hard for Lyra, but with Bonbon’s support, she continued writing. Even though Bonbon was her only reader; she had never felt more on top of the world.
Bonbon had been there through everything; even going so far as to get Princess Twilight herself, to read Lyra’s book. Needless to say, Twilight was so tickled by the writing style she had personally promoted it for the masses. Within the week it had become a top-selling bestseller. But it had only been possible because Bonbon believed in her; even when she herself, hadn’t. And now Lyra sat alone on the old bench.
The wood was warped from age. The bench itself was nothing fancy. In fact, while the rest of Ponyville had embraced iron and metalworking; the bench’s rustic style seemed a bit peculiar to the residents. Nopony other than Lyra sat upon it, and even that was only once a week. However, Twilight had been adamant with her royal decree: The bench stays.
It was wooden, rickety, and crafted in a bygone era. The Princess never told the residents why, though many tried asking. She simply told them, only those who knew its importance would know why. Many thought it was odd. Lyra however, was beyond grateful for it. And now she sat, as she did once a week upon the old bench. She dangled her hooves over the side as she watched her granddaughter play. A sudden voice next to her almost made her jump.
“How are you holding up, Lyra?”
The voice was gentle and almost motherly. Lyra Heartstrings gave a soft smile and turned to face the speaker.
“Your Majesty I-”
The alicorn interrupted her.
“We’ve been over this, just call me Twilight. I’m not here as royalty Lyra, I’m here as your friend.”
Lyra’s eyes welled with tears, showing her appreciation. Every week for the past year, Twilight had taken a day off to visit Lyra and ask her how she was doing. It had never been revealed to the public; Bonbon’s occupation, or what she had done to ensure the safety of Equestria. Even more secretive had been Lyra’s involvement.
Agent Lyre had been a member of the Royal Patrol; a group of fifteen ponies who would watch the Princesses undercover while they were out in public. All fifteen were trained to take down any possible threat at any time. To everypony else, they looked like normal citizens of all ages and species. To the Princess, however, their involvement had been immeasurable.
“You have to keep going, you know.”
Lyra’s smile faded. Her eyes took on a hollowed look. Her pain showed on her face. It had been just one year ago that Bonbon had been murdered. Slain by a suspect she had once taken pity on years prior. Lyra had snapped. Within days, she had found the culprit and effectively erased all trace of them from existence in the most brutal of ways. Not even a bloodstain remained.
Twilight knew what had occurred. No otherpony had ever been told of the ghastly fate of the culprit; Twilight had seen to that. She had been the first to find Lyra at the grisly scene. She understood Lyra’s fragility and she understood what it would have taken to destroy her self discipline. What it would’ve taken for the unicorn to have gone to such lengths; such depravity.
Lyra’s depression had hit and hit hard. Not only was Bonbon gone, once Lyra had learned what she had done she had attempted to end her own life. She would have been successful too, if not for Twilight standing right there at the time.
“I-”
“No, Lyra. I won’t allow it.”
Every week, Twilight checked up on Lyra. And together they would sit on the bench, and chat. Though this time was a bit different. This was the one year anniversary of Bonbon's death. Twilight decided she couldn’t do it alone, and so she had requested some assistance, from some very familiar faces.
The Patrol's Last Mission
Friends Can Make the Rain Fall Slower
“Sorry we’re late, Twilight.”
“Button you will address her as your majesty.”
“But mo-om!”
“No buts.”
Lyra’s eyes took on a new life. No way. Standing there were two members of the old patrol; Button Mash and Cream Heart, also known as Agent Gamer and Agent Mama. The two smiled at Lyra. Cream Heart gave a flirty laugh and winked suggestively at her.
“It’s been a while Lyre. How are you?”
She hasn’t changed a bit.
Button Mash grinned as well and turned towards Twilight, making sure to address her properly.
“Your Majesty, the girls said to tell you they’ll be here shortly. Retirement seems to have made us a bit lazy, my apologies.”
The girls? Wait. Surely he doesn’t mean…
“Vinyl hurry up! And knock it off with the mute act. Got tired of that five years ago!”
Octavia and Vinyl Scratch trotted up side by side. Vinyl lifted her glasses when Octavia wasn’t looking and winked at Lyra, much to her amusement. Tapping on Octavia’s shoulder, the former Agent Scratch pantomimed being unable to talk.
“Oh, you are just…”
Octavia glanced around at the group in desperation as even Twilight tried to keep a straight face at the display.
“A little help?”
Lyra couldn’t help it and began to laugh.
“Still the comedian, eh, Vinyl?”
Grinning cheekily, Vinyl took off her glasses and laughed. Her voice was surprisingly gentle, though containing a slight rasp.
“Couldn’t help it, Lyra. Tavi is just so cute when she’s miffed, as she puts it.”
Vinyl held up a hoof as Octavia sputtered in dismay, which Lyra gladly bumped with her own.
“Some things never change.”
Octavia, now fully flustered, turned away from them, and addressed Twilight.
“Ugh, those two, thick as thieves. Your Majesty, forgive the tardiness, we were busy spreading the word. ETA for Agents Muffin and Doctor is about five minutes. Others within fifteen minutes.”
Twilight grinned.
“I’m not your boss anymore, Octavia. Let’s drop the formalities. I’m just Twilight.”
Octavia seemed aghast at the thought.
“But you're royalty, I couldn’t possibly-”
Twilight gave a more roguish grin.
“Alright then. Let’s do it this way. Agent Strings, as Ruler of Equestria, I hereby order you to refer to me as Twilight from now on. Failure to do so will result in me being rather cross with you. Am I clear?”
“Yes, T-Twilight.”
Sighing, Twilight gave her a gentle hug; wrapping her wings around Octavia and whispering to her.
“Don’t worry, I know you are all business and mannerisms, but you’ll get used to it.”
As a pronounced blush began to spread across Octavia’s face she glanced over towards the bench. Vinyl was currently in the process of giving Lyra an energetic noogie while both laughed. Lowering her voice so only Twilight could hear, Octavia whispered to her.
“So..Uh...How’s Lyre doing? It’s been a year now, hasn’t it?”
Twilight nodded.
“She’s stable for now, but I thought maybe we could all show our support and give Bonbon one last hurrah. What do you think?”
Octavia nodded thoughtfully.
“Yes, Yes I think Vinyl and I can spare some time for such a worthy cause, Your Maje-”
The disapproving look in Twilight’s eyes caused her to immediately backtrack.
“Er-I mean, Twilight. Hm, we have visitors. I count two, on our six, a Pegasus and an Earthpony; judging by the hoofsteps.”
Twilight couldn’t see them, but she had little doubt of Octavia’s tracking skills. The musician had been one of the best scouts within the Patrol; tied only with her partner, Vinyl. Glancing over at Vinyl, Twilight made note of the two signaling between each other, by blinking and moving their eyes. Both eventually nodded slightly in agreement before Octavia whispered.
“All clear. It’s Muffins and The Doctor. No cause for concern. Wait-”
Twilight looked away from watching Lyra turn a brilliant shade of red, while Cream Heart whispered into her ear. Glancing down at Octavia, she asked curiously.
“What is it?”
Frowning, the former scout answered her.
“The Pegasus vanished. Her hoofsteps stopped and I don’t hear any wing flaps-”
Twilight blinked at her and her eyes went wide with surprise. She was sure nopony had been behind Octavia. Now, however, in the time it took to blink; there stood a grey Pegasus mare. On her flank was a well-known cutiemark of seven bubbles, though her eyes were not the normally seen wall-eyes they usually were. She winked roguishly at Twilight before tapping Octavia on the shoulder.
“Looking for me, Tavi?”
Whirling around at the sound of the silky voice, Octavia let out a shriek. Quick as a flash, the Pegasus had wrapped her hooves around Octavia in a fierce, yet warm, hug. Finding herself completely flustered by the actions of the now nuzzling Pegasus, Octavia sputtered out the name of her assailant.
“M-Muffins!”
Derpy Hooves, one of three professional assassins employed on the original Patrol; code-named Muffins, grinned up at her, and teasingly whispered.
“Yes, Captain?”
Octavia found herself staring into Derpy’s amber-colored irises, mere inches from her own. The seductive glance of Derpy made Octavia freeze as Derpy leaned closer to her. Just as she was about to kiss her, however, Derpy turned around and grinned cheekily at the thoroughly amused Vinyl Scratch, who was watching the display.
Apparently having been pushed too far, Octavia barked at her.
“Why does everypony insist on teasing me?”
Whirling back around to face her, Derpy gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, causing Octavia’s face to drain of all color in shock.
“Who’s teasing Tavi? Though, I will be a bit late tonight. I have a contract, so providing it goes well, expect me twenty minutes late for dinner, ‘kay?”
Vinyl burst out laughing at the scene, while Octavia muttered in a defeated voice.
“Yeah. Fine. You’ll pay for teasing me like this though.”
Nodding, Derpy simply walked over towards Lyra slowly, calling back.
“Can’t wait!”
Stopping in front of Vinyl, Derpy giggled and blinked, her eyes going cross-eyed. Her voice changed to a sweet innocence.
“I just don’t know what went wrong!”
Blinking, her eyes returned to normal once more, and amidst the raucous laughter, she smiled. Every member of the Patrol was a trained mercenary, though they appeared to be normal citizens to onlookers. Nopony ever witnessed them in action, and they preferred it that way. Though their results had gone unnoticed by the public, they had been essential to allowing the Princess and her friends to achieve their goals.
However, they themselves were a circle of close-knit friends. They knew each other's skills, weaknesses, and strengths. Friendly competitions, and even cozy get-togethers, all were commonplace between them. And they were always aware of the status of each other. It had been common knowledge to them that they may not come home from any given mission. And because of that, they had become a family. What affected one, affected all. Though they all wore smiles, Twilight saw what lay behind them.
Thirty-five years; for thirty-five years, Twilight had been ruling Equestria. It hadn’t taken her long to learn and embrace the same secret Celestia had discovered: The Princess isn’t an all-knowing leader. No. The Princess is a mother.
As an Alicorn, her life was without end. Her job was not to issue commands and pull rank. Her job was to nurture, guide, to promote growth. She would outlive them all. To her; regardless of age, they were her children.
Even now staring down at the much older than her currently Octavia, it was no different. She heard her adoptive daughter’s sadness. And she knew. She knew what Bonbon’s murder had wrought upon the group. She understood why; the Patrol had been perfectly content with possibly dying in the line of duty.
Bonbon and Lyra had been retired and enjoyed twenty-five happy years together. Together they had adopted a daughter of their own and had proudly watched her grow and even find her own path in life. It would have hurt, but been fine had she perished while defending Equestria. But this had been cold-blooded retribution, from a suspect, Bonbon had willingly let go after jumping through hoops to clear their name. This had been unjustified. It had been unfair.
Staring down into Octavia’s weathered eyes, Twilight saw not a mare, but a young filly eagerly searching for comfort from her mama. Smiling, the Alicorn gave her another quick hug, whispering to her.
“Go on, go play with your friends, Octavia.”
“Huh?”
The Earthpony stared up at her in confusion. Twilight nudged her with her head.
“I said, dismissed Agent Strings, go on. Go talk to them.”
The Patrol's Last Mission
The Matriarch of Equestria watched Octavia rush over and proceed to talk to Vinyl and Lyra, throwing her arms around her partner. Giving a silent laugh, Twilight paused for a moment to glance at the scene. How long has it been since they smiled in such a genuine way? At that moment a cheer went up from everypony on the bench; The Doctor had arrived.
In a flash of light, Doctor Hooves appeared before the group, brushing himself off. The Doctor had been the leader of the development of arms and machinations for the patrol. A self-proclaimed mad scientist, The Doctor was a favorite amongst the team. He paused for a moment to examine a strange harness about his midriff and gave a small frown. Glancing at a scorch mark on his shoulder, he turned towards Button Mash.
“Agent Gamer take a note: lower the output by two ticks and avoid using it in sunlight.”
“Yeah, I gotcha Doc.”
Button Mash; AKA Agent Gamer, had been The Doctor’s assistant in creating weaponry. He pulled out what appeared to be a gamepad of his design; until he pressed a few buttons, and it began to broadcast a hologram. Speaking in what he called Elder Ponish, the group watched in fascination as the avatar recorded the notes for his friend. The avatar suspiciously looked extremely familiar to Lyra. Is that Sweetie Belle?
The world seemed to stop as Lyra watched an almost forgotten memory played in her mind: The day Button Mash and Sweetie Belle got married; almost one year ago.
***
The ceremony had just ended and the banquet had begun. The food was piled high, and the attendees were having a ball. All but one that is. Lyra had snuck out the side door to sit on the empty steps and cry alone. Though she wasn’t alone for long; the bride had noticed Lyra taking her leave. After a short conversation with Button; asking him to distract everypony, Sweetie Belle stealthily made her way to the same steps.
Sitting beside her without a sound, Sweetie Belle gently rested her hoof on the sobbing mare’s shoulder, causing her to jump. Turning to look up, Lyra found herself staring into the kind and gentle eyes of possibly the most terrifying of their group; Sweetie Belle. She tried to stammer out an apology.
“I-I’m sorry, I-”
She found a hoof pressed against her muzzle, as Sweetie gave her a warm smile.
“Don’t- It’s alright, I understand. I miss her too.”
Gracefully she pulled Lyra to rest upon her shoulder, whispering to her.
“Go ahead, let it out. I got you.”
Lyra held nothing back and began to bawl, letting the tears flow down her face into the wedding dress. Sweetie Belle gently patted her on the back as tears welled in her own eyes.
It had been little over a week since Bonbon had been laid to rest. Though Lyra felt the brunt of the pain from the scene, the other members had felt empty since; completely heartbroken. Sweetie Belle gave her a soothing hug, as she nodded.
“There, there let it out.”
Lyra cried for 5 minutes straight before her tears subsided; completely staining Sweetie Belle’s shoulder with the salt from her tears. Recognition dawned on her and she jerked back in shock and began apologizing once more.
“I’m so sorry- Your dress. I-”
Once again the bride’s hoof pressed against her muzzle. Her words were sweet and loving.
“Don’t apologize; it’s just fabric. Don’t ever feel you need to be sorry for wanting to cry. You aren’t embarrassing me or anypony else; you are healing. And if anypony ever gives you flak for it…”
She smiled, showing several teeth sharpened to a point behind her front ones.
“We both know, I’ll convince them of my points over a round of tea.”
Lyra’s blood ran cold at the statement. Sweetie Belle had been in charge of interrogation and torture. ‘A round of tea’ was what she called those private questionings. Nopony ever saw her perform them, but the screams of her guests were legendary. Nopony said no to Agent Belle. When she wanted information, she got it. Lyra gave a shaky smile.
“Thanks, Belle.”
Nodding with approval, Sweetie Belle hugged Lyra tightly.
“Anytime Lyre. Ready to head back in? Gamer is probably running out of distractions.”
“Yes, let’s.”
***
Lyra felt that same salt stinging her eyes, as sitting on the bench, her tears began to fall once more.
“Why is she crying?”
“I don’t know.”
“Dammit! What did you do?”
“Nothing Tavi I swear!”
The voices echoing around Lyra snapped her from her reverie and blushing, she started stammering out an apology.
“Sorry, guys, I-”
“What did I tell you about apologizing, Lyre?”
The veins of all present froze solid at the sound of the stern voice. Frozen in place, all turned towards the speaker. A white unicorn mare, with a cold glare in her icy blue eyes, was slowly approaching them from the road. On the unicorn’s flank was a cutiemark; indicating a shield with a musical note inside. Her mane was naturally curly and held a bubblegum-pink hue. Draped over her side was a small satchel that seemed to be moving. The Infamous Torturer; Agent Belle had arrived.
“Don’t ever apologize for wanting to cry.”
“Do you mind not doing that with me so close to you, Belle?”
Blinking, the white glow faded from Sweetie Belle’s irises, causing all within her sight to feel the warmth slowly return to their bodies. Turning to look at the speaker beside her, she gave a sheepish smile consisting of her famous back row fangs.
“Sorry Diamond, a force of habit.”
“You nearly killed me!”
“Eh, I’ll buy you a milkshake later at Sugarcube Corners, we’ll call it even.”
“I-”
Looking her dead in the eyes, Belle’s own twinkled with malice.
“You what?”
Knowing she was beaten, the pink earthpony mare, known as Diamond Tiara, admitted defeat.
“I accept. But I also want sprinkles! Like old times!”
“Oh C’mon!”
Diamond Tiara, unlike the others, had not been an original member to the Patrol and had stumbled upon initiation by completely different means. She had not been hired by Twilight. No, she had been invited as a filly. By Sweetie Belle. The silver-rimmed glasses of her late childhood friend sat upon her face, the frames tinted a slight rosy red; an eternal reminder of a promise she would keep until the day she died.
“It has to have sprinkles!”
***
Diamond Tiara had a schoolfilly crush on Silver Spoon. Both were inseparable while at school or walking to and from school. One day, she didn’t come to school. As if by instinct, or perhaps fate, she had ventured to her house to see her. Upon arriving though, she found the front door busted in. Venturing into the house she found a classmate, Sweetie Belle, with her back to her; standing amidst the grisly and shattered remains of Silver Spoon and her family.
She was talking to someone on a strange device. And what’s more Diamond could hear the one she was talking to.
“Yeah, it’s just like the others, Captain.”
“Alright, finish your cleanup and get the Tartarus out of there. Come back to HQ and we can-”
“Not this time.”
“Belle, I know you’re good but don’t do anything rash. Our job was to-”
“To Tartarus with that! We’re being hunted like deer!”
“Belle. Don’t-”
“Sorry Captain. She was family.”
“Belle that Nightmare Cult’s power is too-”
“Tell Gamer I’m sorry; I’ll be late for our date.”
“BELLE!”
*CLICK*
Without turning around Sweetie Belle spoke in a loud voice.
“I know you’re there, Diamond Tiara, stop hiding.”
Without warning, Diamond Tiara found herself hurled bodily forward to land sprawling before Sweetie Belle. The pink earthpony found herself staring into her merciless eyes as she struggled to stand; her limbs hurting immensely.
Shaking and still trying to process what was going on, Diamond stared at Sweetie Belle; her classmate, a filly just like herself. Was this the same blank-flanked unicorn she teased daily?
“What...A-are you?”
Sweetie Belle didn’t say a word and turned to leave the horrific scene.
“Answer me! What is this? What happened? Please, tell me!”
“Forget everything you’ve seen here Diamond. I don’t want to have to kill you.”
The words were as frigid and cold as the expression that had been in her eyes. Diamond Tiara felt like if she moved, she would shatter; her body frozen in fear. Still, she refused to let that stop her. Sweetie Belle whirled around to stare in surprise at Diamond Tiara, who now had her forehoof shakily holding onto Sweetie’s shoulder. The pain as she tried to speak from the blistering cold; evident from her shivering stutter.
“I-I’m coming t-too! You- You said you’re g-going after her k-k-iller, right?”
Blinking; startled from Diamond Tiara’s determination, the glow of Sweetie Belle’s eyes faded. Shortly after, Diamond found herself able to move once again with ease; her body’s warmth returning.
“No, you stay. It’s safer here.”
Once again she turned to leave only to find Diamond in her way.
“I said I’m coming!”
The eyes of the little Earthpony welled with unshed tears as the strain of holding them back proved too much.
“Please… She was my only friend, she meant everything to me. I’m begging you, take me with you.”
“This isn’t your world Diamond.”
Her words were different. No longer cold or hostile, they conveyed concern.
“You could die. And you can never return to the life you knew.”
“I already have nothing left to lose.”
Seeing there was no dissuading Diamond, Sweetie Belle’s eyes softened. Her mouth opened in a partial smile that revealed a back row of freshly sharpened teeth.
“Idiot, say that again and I’ll kill you, myself. Fine, you can come. We need to move quickly, and by Celestia’s flank; if I say do something, you’d better listen. Got it?”
Sweetie Belle watched as Diamond bent down to pick up the silver frames of her fallen friend; sniffling. Turning away, she called out to her before walking out the door.
“Let’s go, and stop trying to be brave. Just let the tears flow, it’ll help. Tell you what if we survive; I’ll buy you a milkshake with sprinkles!”
***
Lyra just watched in fascination as Sweetie Belle, who was now putting Diamond Tiara in a headlock, shouted at the now-retired assassin-turned-elementary teacher.
“Alright! You can have your sprinkles, just stop pestering me!”
At that moment the saddlebag at Sweetie’s side began crying; or rather the precious object within it. She immediately let go of the struggling Diamond. Agent Belle’s horn alit with her icy blue magic and a small foal, which was crying incessantly, was levitated out of the bag and into her hooves. Instantly her entire mood shifted as she rocked the little infant whispering to it.
“There, there. Mama’s got you. C’mon, show mama that big girl smile.”
The foal began to giggle and snuggle into her beaming mother’s hooves. Sweetie Belle glanced over at the bench and her eyes glowed a bright blue as she roared.
“What are you idiots staring at? Are you looking to die?”
All by the bench stared at them with a grin plastered on their face; even as their blood momentarily froze before subsiding as Sweetie Belle blushed and eyes dimming, turned back to her daughter. She had the biggest, warmest, smile as she gently nuzzled her foal.
They knew no matter how scary Sweetie Belle could get when angry; it was well-known amongst the group just how much she treasured them. And of all of them, Agent Belle’s heart was the purest, gladly bleeding for any of them if they needed support. Lyra began laughing as she watched the comical display, the trails on her face; the only sign she had been crying before.
The foal just giggled and cooed happily at her mama’s outburst. Like mother, like daughter after all. Twilight thought as she observed the group’s interactions. Button must be one proud papa. It’s almost time to begin, but while we wait for the rest, I’ll let them catch up. They need this.
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The blue unicorn slowly trotted along the path, grumbling to herself.
“Trixie does not like this.”
Trixie was not known for her strength and yet, on her back lay the unconscious form of Berry Punch. The silly pony had gotten drunk after the two had received the message to meet the others by the bench; passing out in the process.
Trixie Lulamoon was no longer a spring filly, though time had been kind to the mature mare. That did not change the fact, however, that she had once been a very integral part of The Patrol; though now she was retired. A master of deception and distraction; Agent Tricks could easily draw anypony’s focus to whatever she so desired, for however long she desired as well. Retired or not, a summons from Twilight would be heeded; on both a personal and professional level.
Berry Punch muttered in her drunken stupor as she lay atop Trixie’s back. The strange mare was a peculiar member of the Patrol, herself; preferring hoof-to-hoof combat. A master in the art of Drunken Hoof, Agent Berry was notorious for getting drunk, before, after, and during a fight. Very few could withstand her furious blows and fewer still, would live to talk about it. Nopony would’ve known it by looking at her at that moment, however.
“You will owe Trixie ten-fold for this one, Berry.”
“mrghgh ...Lyre needs...zzz”
Begrudgingly, a half-smile graced the face of Trixie as she continued carrying her friend down the pathway. Fair enough lazy bones. Starlight will get a kick out of this one, tonight. Now let’s go see the others. It’s been far too long.
Within that instant, Derpy appeared before Trixie who was shocked by a sudden smiling Pegasus appearing out of nowhere.
“Wha-”
“Hey there, Trix! Captain sent me, said you needed help with some- oh my, is that Berry?”
“Yeah, we were drinking and well, she passed out.”
“Wait- She’s drunk?”
Placing a hoof carefully near Berry, Derpy found her hoof instantly batted away; while the mare continued her drunken sleep.
“Not good. We won’t be able to move her until she sobers up.”
“Yeah, Trixie knows. And she’s not exactly a lightweight, Muffins. Trixie's back is killing Trixie.”
“Hmm…”
“Yoo-hoo, Girls!~”
That voice made both Agent Muffins and Tricks shudder. Cream Heart. Whereas Sweetie Belle was terrifying; Agent Mama was downright evil. Known as ‘The Succubus of Ponyville’, Cream Heart was infamous for her charms. Any race, any gender, she could make any creature fall for her.
Whatever the cost, the job must be done. That was Cream Heart’s mantra. She would use her seductive charm, to achieve any goal; no matter what position her job may require. Her job was gathering intel; and there was no debating how well she could get her hooves on it.
Her words were dripping with sweetness.
“Tavi told me you two might want some assistance. So...anything I can…”
Creamy Heart eyed both Derpy and Trixie up and down, winking at both before finishing.
“Do for you two?”
Derpy’s face turned three shades of bright red as a blush involuntarily spread across her face. Shakily, and quivering weakly, she pointed a hoof at Berry Punch; asleep in her drunken stupor on Trixie’s back. Derpy's voice squeaked out.
“We need her to wake up.”
Cream Heart took in the sight and gave a small chuckle.
“Oh is that all? Watch this.”
Approaching the sleeping agent, Agent Mama wove in between the mare’s drunken kicks and leaned down; whispering something into her ear. In an instant, the face of Berry Punch drained of all color and her eyes popped open. She began shouting.
“I’m up! I’m up!”
All sign of drunkenness had vanished completely; whatever Cream Heart had whispered to Berry, had sobered the mare right up. Neither Trixie nor Derpy would have believed it possible if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes. Berry Punch was completely sober.
Grinning, Cream Heart began to walk back towards the group as Berry Punch got off Trixie and onto her hooves; face completely drained of all color, watching Cream Heart’s flank sway as she walked. Calling over her shoulder she just laughed and said.
“Hurry up, now girls, Twilight’s waiting.”
Trixie rolled her eyes as Berry quickly ran after Cream Heart.
“C’mon Muffins, let’s g-”
She paused mid-sentence as Derpy swooned; panting exhaustedly. Trixie quickly rushed to awaken her again. Trixie muttered as she shook the enthralled Derpy; in desperation to snap her out of it.
“Really Muffins? For the love of Celestia- That mare is too good at what she does.”
Trixie sighed. Knowing it would take a couple of minutes before Derpy came to her senses, Trixie sat down and thought about back when she was first hired to protect Twilight by Celestia. When she received her first mission after joining the Patrol.
***
“Why should I?”
Trixie Lulumoon; mercenary for hire, knelt before the ruling Princess of Equestria. She was not impressed by the job being asked of her. It was beneath her. Protect some namby-pamby, rich, privileged Unicorn? Why would Celestia dare to use her for such a menial task?
The princess was undaunted by the reaction.
“Because Miss Lulamoon, her magic rivals yours.”
Trixie’s eyes opened wide, and slowly she raised her head to stare at Celestia.
“You’re not serious.”
“I am.”
Trixie began to sweat as she stared into Celestia’s eyes and saw an unmatched ferocity glinting within. The same look that had greeted her when Trixie had stormed the castle years ago; to assassinate the Princess on a contract.
***
Trixie had been used to such contracts, as long as she got paid she didn’t care what the job was or who the client was; provided the target was worth actually hunting. A rich dignitary always talked a big game but was really relying on words and bodyguards. Trixie had taken down such beings with ease, and that time would be no different. Or so she thought. What greeted her was far more terrifying.
Arriving at the castle, she had found no guards; making her way to the throne room with ease. She had caught them off-guard. Bursting through the doors, Trixie was taken by surprise. A white Alicorn sat on the throne eating a rather large piece of cake. Without glancing up, the Alicorn gestured with her hoof towards a large three-tier cake next to her.
“Oh good. A guest. Here, have some cake. I don’t get visitors often.”
“I’m here to-”
Her words were interrupted by Celestia; who kept munching away on her confectionery.
“Oh I know why you’re here, and I suggest taking my offer for cake and forget any such delusions.”
Trixie glared at her. Another big-mouthed royal. Another easy notch to add to her bedpost. Her horn glowed with dark magic which she fired at the cocky Alicorn. Another disappointment.
Much to her surprise however, Celestia didn’t stop eating her piece of cake; merely unfolding her wings, she deflected the blast which struck the wall. The wall disintegrated instantly upon impact. Turning to look at the dumbfounded Trixie; her eyes glinted with malice. Her words were gentle but it was instantly clear, this would be the last warning.
“You won’t win, little one. You are out of your league. I suggest you grab a piece of cake and we’ll both forget this little incursion of yours.”
“You are underestimating me, Princess. I never quit a contract.”
Celestia crooked an eyebrow as though amused at the response.
“So- You are saying you won’t stop trying-”
Standing up, she flared her wings wide, her horn glowing with the intensity and pressure of the sun itself.
“Even when you have no chance?”
“Until the contract is finished or the client cancels; I won’t quit.”
“Even at the cost of your life?”
Trixie’s answer was absolute, with a hint of pride.
“Yes.”
Celestia burst out laughing.
“Good. Consider our contract canceled; you’ve passed my test.”
“Our...Wait, what?”
***
Celestia had surprised Trixie that day; revealing how she had made the anonymous contract and how it had been in search of ponies with special talents. The princess had seen what lay ahead for Equestria; and so, she sought out 15 shadows. The proposition had been simple: Celestia would personally provide those who joined the 15 with one on one training; with Celestia, herself. The training provided would allow all 15 to do their work without ever being seen. The 15 were to be christened ‘The Patrol’.
And now, the Princess was telling Trixie that even after years of personal training; that adolescent Unicorn without any training, possessed the same combat capability as her. Trixie only respected those stronger than herself; a rather rare occurrence. Words meant nothing to the battle-hardened mare; however, it was the Princess saying this. And it intrigued her.
“Alright, you’ve got my attention. What’s the plan?”
***
“Trixie? It’s past midnight, why are you in my bedroom?”
Twilight’s shocked voice came from the doorway. Trixie had been patiently waiting for her to finish organizing the bookshelves for what she swore was the 20th time. While waiting, Trixie had lain, her hind-legs stretched out; in a rather suggestive pose. Turning to look at Twilight, boredom filled her voice as she responded.
“Finally, you’re here. Trixie grew bored waiting. How many times can a pony possibly organize library books anyway?”
As Trixie swung her hooves off the bed and hopped onto all fours, Twilight; still with an inexplicable red tint on her face, stammered.
“W-why were you in my bed?”
“Trixie needs to discuss something important with you.”
Twilight turned her attention to Spike; who stood by her side.
“Spike, you’re sleeping downstairs tonight.”
The little dragon voiced his objections but to no avail.
“Now, Spike. Trixie and I are going to...uh..have a long...private...talk. ”
After Spike had left, Trixie gave a snort of amusement.
“As tempting as that is, I really do need to discuss something with you. Though, let’s come back to that in say, an hour.”
Reaching into the cloak she wore, Trixie pulled forth a badge and showed it to Twilight.
***
An hour later, Twilight and Trixie sat next to each other on Twilight’s bed.
“So you’re really a member of the Patrol?”
“That’s right.”
“And a group of Changelings has infiltrated Ponyville to kill me?”
“Right again.”
“And tomorrow, in order to smuggle me safely out of Ponyville, you and I are going to have a magic duel?”
“Yeah, apparently I’m the only one who can actually withstand your full strength. I’ll be wearing a simple amulet I carved. Let’s call it the Alicorn Amulet. You can make some sort of magical lore on it; how it grants me magical strength or something. That way I can overpower you, and exile your cute flank until we’ve located the cell.”
“But I can’t fight you!”
Trixie grinned and winked.
“You won’t be fighting me. You’ll be fighting the Great and Powerful Tr-rixie!”
Trixie gave Twilight a gentle hug.
“Relax and use everything you’ve got. It has to be realistic. You won’t hurt me, I promise. Since it needs to be really emotional; make sure you don’t tell those friends of yours. Once exiled, you can go to Zecora’s hut. We’ve secured her consent to use it as a safe house while the hunt is on-going.”
“Trixie?”
“Yes?”
“You sound weird when you aren’t referring to yourself in the third person.”
Laughing, Trixie nodded.
“Yeah, I suppose I do.”
“So now what?”
Snuggling close to Twilight, Trixie whispered into her ear.
“Well...You did say something earlier to Trixie. What say we have that private time, you mentioned?”
Twilight’s only reply was a squeal of excitement as her face flushed a bright red. At that moment, the candles in the room went out.
***
“Agent Tricks. Wake up!”
“Hrmm..Wha...Muffins? What happened?”
Derpy had been standing over Trixie, shaking her vigorously.
“Cream got you. She came over and winked and spoke to you...after waking Berry; you toppled over. Completely enthralled.”
Trixie looked shocked and began to sputter as her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
“But you were- Trixie was- What? Oh, that mare is way too good at what she does!”
Derpy laughed knowingly. It was common knowledge when Cream Heart spoke to cover your ears; which she had done. Agent Mama’s voice had such an alluring effect on any in earshot and would make you relive your past romances. Especially ones the victim treasured the most. In that stupified state, the victim would divulge any information requested. Derpy hadn’t actually been affected at all. It was Trixie that had been caught in the realm of a past rendezvous.
“C’mon dozyhooves. Let’s go. Take my hoof.”
Derpy helped the shaken Unicorn to her hooves and dusted her off, stating to her in a gentle tone.
“There you go. Let’s go, girl. Twilight’s waiting and I know you just can’t wait to see her again.”
Trixie stumbled with surprise at the statement.
“Did Trixie say something about Twilight while Trixie was out?”
Derpy just laughed.
Trixie seemed frantic.
“Muffins? Muffins answer Trixie. What did Trixie say?”
Derpy just grinned and gestured towards the bench, where the others waited.
“Let’s go. Your Princess is waiting for us, oh 'Great and Powerful' one."
