Equestria Is Not Enough

The bright light of Celestia's sun beamed through the windows of the Books and Branches Public Library and onto the wooden floors, welcoming a brand new day. Resident librarian Twilight Sparkle was already up bright and early even before the sun came up. After all, when you have re-alphabetize the library, you're going to need more than just a few measly hours of light to do it. Her Number One Assistant's Spike's clawed feet echoed down the wooden flight of stairs and stopped once he had reached Twilight who was levitating books to skyscraper shelves.

"Can we please take a break and go for some lunch?" asked Spike, the dragon's voice filled with fatigue.

Twilight smiled. They had been working on this for two or three hours, so a break would be good for the both of them, "Sure. Where do you want to go?"

Spike shrugged, "I haven't really put much thought into it."

"Well, we could go to the lake for a picnic," said Twilight, "Would you like to do that?"

"Sure thing," said Spike, "I'll go ahead and grab the basket." He bolted in to the kitchen with Twilight letting out a little laugh following him.

James Bond opened his eyes. He was staring at a blue backdrop peppered with white spots. He was looking at the sky and now it seemed to him that he was in free fall, at mercy to the sky above and the ground below. He wondered if he was in limbo for being not holy enough to ascend but not evil enough to fall into the fire. He couldn't blame God. After all, martinis, girls, and guns during all of your life and going on a revenge mission before dying couldn't help him gain any points with the Lord. Before having more time to think, his entire body got cold and his eyes shut once more.

Twilight and Spike quietly chewed on their homemade daisy sandwiches as they looked on the serene beauty of Lake Stardust. The oval shaped lake had a wonderful shimmer to it thanks to the sun peeking out of the clouds today. Although rain was forecast today, clouds weren't going to stop its brightness from making things even lovelier. Spike placed his sandwich on their polka-dotted mat and got up, "I'm going to go ahead and take a little swim in the lake."

"Watch out for the monster!" Twilight teased, taking a bite of her sandwich afterwards.

Spike rolled his eyes. He wasn't scared of a monster in the lake, he was just scared of a monster in a lake from a story Rainbow Dash told one time at Twilight's sleepover. Even if there was one in the lake, he could handle it. When he reached the shore, the cold and refreshing water touched his feet. Once his entire body was in the water, he was about to dive under but stopped. Something was in there. It was pure black with a few white spots showing, and it didn't look like a underwater plant what-so-ever. He screamed and ran towards Twilight, who wore a expression of worry.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"There's something in the lake!" he yelled, "I think it might be a monster!"

Twilight let out an exasperated sigh, "Spike, there is no such thing as a monster in the lake and I'll prove it." The clopping of her hooves became muffled as they hit the sand, but soon became nonexistent when she was in the water. She looked down and noticed the thing too. "Spike," she said, "I don't think that's a monster. It's a pony!"

"Don't worry, I'll help you! Just give me a moment!"

James Bond could hear a voice. He was pretty damn sure it wasn't God, for the voice was feminine. It also sounded distorted, as if they were cut from each other by water. Suddenly, he could hear birds chirping away and he could feel the sun's blazing heat. He could also feel pressure on his stomach, and suddenly he sprang up and began to cough up water. When he had looked up to see who is savior was, he couldn't believe what he saw. Two creatures, one what looked like a pony and one that looked like a lizard of some sort was staring at him. He looked at them with a dazed expression as they advanced on him.

"Are you okay?" The lavender pony asked, it being the owner of the feminine voice.

"Did you see a monster in there?" The lizard asked, this one baring a childlike voice, but got kicked by the pony, "What did I say Twilight?"

"Spike! It's not nice to ask a pony a silly question after they suffered what seems to be a near-death experience!" scolded "Twilight."

Isn't that the truth? Bond said to himself but shook his head, "Mind if I ask for your name miss-"

"Oh! Sorry, my name is Twilight Sparkle and this is my assistant Spike," she said showing a hoof to the purple lizard, "What's yours mister-"

"Bond. James Bond," he said reaching out a hand to shake her hoof, but then stopped and noticed something. It's not a hand he was bringing up. It was a hoof. James' scream cut through the thick forest like a bullet through paper.

Twilight Sparkle and Spike heaved and grunted with effort as they carried the pony back into the library. It was one of their safest bets to bring him there. She could ask him questions on why he was in the lake, or help the stallion recuperate. Once they entered the library, they plopped the unconscious pony's body on Twilight's bed and got a closer look at him. The stallion's frame was quite slim, and his coat was of a tan maybe apricot coloring. On him was a completely black suit, though his legs and face were visible.

Spike swiped the sweat off of his forehead with a claw, "That was one heck of a workout! Maybe Rarity will see how buff I became of this," Spike flexed his arms and Twilight started to giggle.

"Now we need to find out what to do with him next," she stated.

"When he wakes up, we could just get him to leave," Spike said honestly but earned a glare from Twilight in doing so, "What? Maybe his parents or wife or maybe even best friend are looking for him right now."

"I know Spike, but I think it'll be a good thing if we just let him gain his strength before letting him go," Twilight replied, "And we still don't know why he was in the lake in the first place."

The two moved their heads back to the bed when they heard the stallion groaning. Slowly and steadily, he began to open his eyes. They stared at each other for a good minute until Twilight coughed to break the tension and asked meekly, "So how are you doing?"

James blinked his eyes in rapid succession as he regained consciousness, "I'm doing quiet fine, Ms. Sparkle was it?" Twilight nodded her head. Bond smiled, "Excellent. I was wondering if you could please get me a mirror."

"Of course," replied Twilight, trotting over to the night stand and grabbing the miniature mirror that Rarity and given her on her birthday (and the birthday before that, and the Hearth's Warming Eve before that), and handed it to James who pulled it up to his face. Although his new look startled him, he soldiered through it and looked at his features. His face looked like his face when he was a human; clean shaven,  short black cropped hair(or mane in this case), but the only thing that startled him was the horn on his head. He had also noticed that Twilight had a horn as well. The only thing he could think of about this phenomenon was that other he and Twilight were unicorns from Greek mythology, something he would never use as some sort of conclusion until today. He scrunched up his face at the mirror, wondering how the hell all of this had happened. Was he in one of Q's inventions? That seemed unlikely to what he did before this, but seemed the opposite on how he got here.

"Is something the matter?" asked Twilight, noticing James' perplexed face.

Bond nodded, "Yes I'm quite alright. It seems to be my first time here in..." he stopped, not knowing how to continue.

"Ponyville," Twilight finished for him.

"Ah, yes Ponyville. I was wondering if you could maybe show me around."

Twilight smiled, "Sure thing."

As Twilight directed James Bond around the little village of Ponyville, he couldn't help but notice how old-timely it was. There didn't seem to be a lot of shops there(he had assumed they have a sort of bizarre here), but the house were many. All around the two countless ponies went about their important lives saying hello to one another and trotting down the nonexistent streets. When they had spotted a crossroad, Bond inspected the stealth clothes. Most of it was intact, but there was a few scratches and gashes here and there. He turned to Twilight and asked, "Is there a tailor around here in this town? I need to fix my clothes."

"I know the pony perfect for the job," answered Twilight and she lead Bond to where he need to go.

James decided hat one of the best things to do here to find out where he was to start a small conversation, "You wouldn't happen to know what kind of lizard your friend is do you?"

"You mean Spike?" Twilight asked, "He's not a lizard; he's a dragon."

"A dragon? You mean the things in fairy-tales and movies?" James asked, making sure what he had heard was true.

Twilight nodded once more, "Yes, but they are relatively real. Not in Equestria, but more prominently in Dragonia."

Now he had heard it all. Talking ponies and dragons. If he could tell Felix he would be calling him crazy. The two soon stopped in their tracks and looked at the structure before them. In terms of look, it was nothing special really, just a carousel with pony mannequins littered about adorned with dresses proclaiming the pony's expertise that was inside. When he had inspected the sign, it had said this place was called "Carousel Boutique." A fitting name knowing that the place their were in was called Ponyville of all things. Not original, but Bond didn't really mind. When you are in a land of ponies, you expect the cliche first thing.

Twilight knocked on the door and was answered with a feminine voice that rang, "Come in!" from the store. Bond opened the door and let Twilight go in first, and when they were both in there he was awe struck by the interior. The two were surrounded by mannequins, each one holding some of the most beautiful dresses he has ever laid eyes on. Yes, England and Russia had excellent dresses, but this tops them both. There was also only one other pony in the store with them and she was in the middle of the room. Beautifully colored and styled purple mane and tail and a pleasing white coat was some of her appearance, but one word could easily describe her; beautiful. When she had spotted them with her splendid azure eyes she trotted over to the to and spoke, "Oh Twilight it's good to see you!" the two entered a rather quick but meaningful hug but broke off and she pointed a well manicured hoof at Bond, "And who is that Twilight? Another spiffy date?"

Twilight shook her head and laughed, "No, Rarity, this is Mr. Bond. Mr. Bond this is the pony I told you about. Her name is Rarity."

James extended a hoof and Rarity graciously shook it, "Pleasure meeting you Ms. Rarity."

"Likewise," Rarity said passively, looking at Bond's greatly toned body. She shook her head and asked, "What can I do for you today?"

"I was wondering if you could fix Mr. Bond's clothes," Twilight said, "I could pay you for it."

"Nonsense Twilight," Rarity said, rejecting the offer, "I will do it for free. No buts!"

Bond looked at her and said, "Thank you Ms. Rarity."

Rarity waved a hoof, "Please, call me Rarity and it's my pleasure!"

"Then please call me James," he said back as he took off the clothes off of his back and handed it to Rarity.

She began to inspect it and brought it up to her sewing machine and bringing out a spool of black yarn, "This thing looks rather drab if you ask me James. Would you like me to make you something more magnificent?"

Bond shook his head, "No. This is rather fine really. I need it for work anyway."

"What do you do for work? It's rather a weird dress code to be in complete black."

"I work as a telemarketer. In that business, it's best if you could wish yourself to disappear," he lied. In the time span of five or so minutes, Rarity had returned the clothes back to Bond and he put them back on. When he and Twilight had said goodbye to one another, Rarity couldn't help but feel that her cheeks were rather warm.

Inside the shadows of an alleyway of Ponyville stood a stallion shrouded in darkness. He was waiting for somepony to show up. He was on the look out after he had gone missing a few days ago off the coast of Germaney on a cargo plane heading eastward. That was when both he and the Equestrian Secret Service lost tracking of Agent 007, Con Mane. The E.S.S had sent their other agents to span the globe on the lookout for one of their best operatives, and Agent 006, Enigma, was chosen to go to Ponyville. He looked on at the citizen's socializing in the plaza and noticed two ponies. One being a mare that had fifty shades of purple on her and the other being a stallion with short onyx hair and tan coat. He smiled. Bingo. He jumped in the crowd of ponies and began to walk towards the stallion. When he did, he whispered, "There's a phone call for you at the telephone," and he disappeared into the darkness once more.

James looked at the strange pony garbed in black clothing as it faded out into the crowd. It had said something about a telephone call. He turned to Twilight and asked, "Do you know where I could find the nearest telephone?"

"It's over there," she answered pointing to a toll phone not two feet away, "Why?"

"I apparently have a call I need to take," he answered and began walking, "I'll meet you back at the library." He didn't even give Twilight enough time to reply as he walked to the toll phone and closed the door behind him. He picked up the reviver and asked, "Hello? Anyone there?" The closest he got to an answer was the floor collapsing beneath him and taking him down into a deep, dark hole and the floor reappeared as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

James Bond went down at an alarming rate through a pitch black tube. When he had seen the light again, he landed face first on a white mat. The room he was in was desolate in color, and the only other company he had in here was just a coffee table with a beautiful vase and a even more so flower in it. Suddenly he heard a intercom crackle to life along with a rather masculine voice announcing, "Please, come in 007."

Bond's expression turned into one not unlike suspicion. How did they know his number? Did they have his name as well? All of these thoughts ran through his head as he approached the door at the far end of the monochrome room, twisted the door knob with his hoof (how the hell that was possible he would never know), and entered the room.

At the far side of the room was a mahogany desk with all the things somebody, or pony in this case, would need; nameplate which read "C", a manila folder with the words "For Your Eyes Only," and a middle aged, gray scaled pony with wastelandish eyes like the rest of him. In Bond's world, his age and his mane of a mixture of yellow and gray would indicate that he was quite the stallion during the Cold War but soon age assassinated him, leaving him capable in the hands of the bitch named Life.

"Glad to see you're alive Mane," the stallion said.

"Mane?" Bond asked.

"Yes, Mane. That's your name is it not 007?" the stallion asked impatiently.

Might as well roll with it, "Yes that is my name. Sorry, head trauma from being thrown out of a cargo plane into a rather shallow lake."

The stallion smiled; glad to see his sense of humor is back, "Good to hear you're mostly fine. We have a new mission for you 007," he slid the folder to Bond, "You see, we have spotted Diamond Dogs on the outskirts of Ponyville selling diamonds from Equestria all the way to Griffondore. Or at least that’s what they say they’re doing. While on a reconnaissance mission, 008 saw that the dogs are selling munitions to anyone that has a wallet, he saw them bring some sort of satellite into their den. If we know these types of crooks, they’re bound to sell it to somebody. You need to stop this operation and find out who they are selling that satellite to. "

James looked at the nameplate once again and said, "I understand C. I just need some new equipment and I'll be set."

"Good to see you're up for the job. Head down to the T branch, the eggheads probably have something you could use."