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x by Chardonnay
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> You are anon.
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> Of course, you really did know that already. Did you need to be reminded?
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>The Equestrian resistance has been stirring up a ruckus lately.
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>Which means only one thing, more work, less play, and more visits and demands from a fairly unreasonable dictator.
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>Sure she has her moment's of cuteness and kindness towards you, but today isn't one of those days now is it?
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>Most days you prefer to wake up to the birds in the morning, or the mare in your bed stiring ever so gently.
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>God forbid she decided to give you morning head.
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>And before you can lay that mental thought to rest, the slurping begins.
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"Uhh..."
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>You try to wave off the adorable collared pet of a mare you have next to you.
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>But she's determined to be the very best.
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>Like no mare ever was.
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>Like all of them before her, or the last time she had the opportunity to.
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>Your still sore and tired from last night, might as well ask for a bucket of freezing water to be poured all over you and your warm bed, forever ruining it for this morning.
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>The door slams open, but you still remain still, its probably just Octavia with breakfast, she and whatever the kitchen has decided to make you with its strictly vegan ingredients can wait.
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> And then the bucket comes.
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>Just the bucket, no water, no warning, just a steel bucket right to the solar plexus. If your solar plexus was your head anyway.
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"Oww! what the-"
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>Sitting up in wonderful pain, your eyes pan open to see the wonderfully amazing sight of another mare. One that can get away with bucket target practice on your face.
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>Nightmare Moon.
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"Ah Good to see that your up this morning Ogre."
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>Her vocabulary could use a nice expansion you figure as you rub your pained head.
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"Its not a problem... really..."
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You do your best suppressing a groan.
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A folder is flung at you, causing you to almost flinch into a defensive position out of instinct. But the folder lands softly on your blanket covered lap.
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Its at this point you noticed the mare hiding under the covers beside you.
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"I take it last night was eventful."
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"As perceptive as ever my freak."
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>You roll your eyes at freak, but cant help but notice it was a new word, so it comes tallied up as net neutral to you.
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>You open the folder to examine the contents.
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>Its very very little, just basic information on a new subject.
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>You look back to your marvelously devious alarm clock/overlord.
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"What's the story on this one?"
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"Just a rebel we picked up last night during a raid, nothing really all that special about her, but she's very cute, and well you could never have enough toys could you?"
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>You groan softly and shake your head, you know she knows you already have so many, its hard enough to keep them from jumping your sore body as it is.
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>And while it wouldn't be too hard to rebuke such advancements onto you by your slaves...They are rather insistent.
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>At least this would be a good way to get some rest away from overly sexed up pets.
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"Alright, lay it on me."
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>You're walking through the many cold halls of the castle dungeon, right along Nightmare Moon's side.
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"You know the file didn't really say anything, no name, just this pony's gender her race, and what she looks like. I'm really going to need a bit more than this."
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>"Well thats the problem. 'Thing'. the Royal inquisition, though never expected, often suffers from lack of experience."
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>Essentially saying, stupid newbie getting their big nose punched in while trying to act like they knew what they were doing.
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>You groan audibly again, its so hard to get a decent intelligence department in the Lunar Empire, when the agents are morons with the illusion of power.
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"Wonderful, as always, so I also noticed that it didn't mentioned where or how she was captured. Can I say I never expected their work to be so incomplete?"
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>Nightmare Moon, laughs slightly. Unnerving you very slightly.
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>You're never really sure if she's laughing with you, or at you, or even if shes laughing for any relevant reason.
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>"Oh come now, and here I thought you liked a challenge or two."
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>You roll your eyes. She doesn't really care about the intelligence agency does she?
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>Then again you think about her slightly, and her near impervious self to everything. Any real threat she could probably just make threatening faces at, and that would cause it seriously reconsider its life choices.
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> You sigh deeply. You don't expect anything better to be honest.
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"So what 'can' you tell me?"
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>"Oh you know, she's just a rebel nobody caught in the middle of a skirmish last night after a botched 'liberation'. Thing is, she's the only one left , the others as you can guess, perished deservingly.
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>And so now your left with wet work to clean up the rest of the mess before it builds up and decides to try again. Wonderful.
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"So, she's the last tie we have to try to break up the rebel cell in the area then?"
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>"You got it."
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"And so you want me interrogate her and find out where the rebel base is?"
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>"Yep."
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>You nod, trying to ignore her usual coy attitude while making a slight mental note of your objectives.
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"And I guess you want me to do as soon as possible as to not let them get away this time?"
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>"Right on the bits."
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>You sigh once more, you know at this point, there's really no saying no.
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"Bring it on."
by grapenut