You are Cadance, looking at all the cool ponies like your Aunty Luna doing interactive stories and wondering if you should take a stab at it. It is probably a bad idea.
You consider the cred. It is true that many scholars and prominent statesmares of the realm have at least one #intfic under their saddle cinches. Verdict: the cred is strong.
Alas, you have no burning ideas. You plan to mull it over while engaging in tonight's chosen activity:
Alas, you have no burning ideas. You plan to mull it over while engaging in tonight's chosen activity:
The decision is made, with a huge, veto-proof supermajority!
It's time to spend some quality time with your loving husband, Shining Armor!
You make your way to the Crystal Study, where dear Shiny is working industriously on--
It's time to spend some quality time with your loving husband, Shining Armor!
You make your way to the Crystal Study, where dear Shiny is working industriously on--
You *do* in fact #intfic! You didn't let you finish!
Shiny turns when you enter, sees the gleam in your eyes.
"Derby night?"
"Derby night," you confirm.
Shiny likes you to check in, but you've already agreed that what happens at Derby Night stays at Derby Night. Next step:
Shiny turns when you enter, sees the gleam in your eyes.
"Derby night?"
"Derby night," you confirm.
Shiny likes you to check in, but you've already agreed that what happens at Derby Night stays at Derby Night. Next step:
In a hidden drawer of your vanity, beneath the boring roses and blues of your "Mommy" and "Princess" makeup, is your secret stash of shocking golds and greens. It is bedazzling. It is improper. It is Makeup For Bad Mares.
But what likeness would best fit the spirit of the night?
But what likeness would best fit the spirit of the night?
The brushes move with practiced grace; it's as though you were last the Star-Child just yesterday, not a whole season of your life ago.
Gold eyeshadow. A gold stripe bisecting your lip. A red lightning bolt across your muzzle. Sublime.
Last decision: What tribe are you tonight?
Gold eyeshadow. A gold stripe bisecting your lip. A red lightning bolt across your muzzle. Sublime.
Last decision: What tribe are you tonight?
This makes no sense. Derby nights are done incognito. There are only five extant alicorns in all Equestria. Somepony's bound to notice.
Fretting, you reach for the tin of Abyssinian smoked salt you keep in an even more secret drawer. Salt makes everything seem sensible.
#intfic
Fretting, you reach for the tin of Abyssinian smoked salt you keep in an even more secret drawer. Salt makes everything seem sensible.
#intfic
The great thing about salt is that it makes everything a great decision retroactively. Ergo, this was super wise of you.
Jittering slightly, wild-eyed, you vow to find a derby rink—anywhere!—and amateur night it. Star Child, what is your chosen method of travel?
#intfic
Jittering slightly, wild-eyed, you vow to find a derby rink—anywhere!—and amateur night it. Star Child, what is your chosen method of travel?
#intfic
You don't even have to charter! The luxury skyliner THS 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 is docked at the tip of your castle, prepping for an evening departure!
A cream-coated steward greets you on arrival at the skydock, bowing deeply.
"Good evening, Highness!"
...cover already blown.
#intfic
A cream-coated steward greets you on arrival at the skydock, bowing deeply.
"Good evening, Highness!"
...cover already blown.
#intfic
"Your Princess is from the present!" you say. "I am not her, for I am the Star-Child, and I come from the past and future simultaneously. I 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 to the present, but that doesn't mean I'm here!"
She blinks. Her mind looks sufficiently blown. "Can I...help you?"
#intfic
She blinks. Her mind looks sufficiently blown. "Can I...help you?"
#intfic
The steward frowns. "Past...future...averaged? I don't—"
"HIKEEBA!" you shout, launching yourself over her head onto the ramp. She wasn't standing in your way or anything, so you have to carefully angle it. Still looks boss!
You're aboard the airship! Where to now?
#intfic
"HIKEEBA!" you shout, launching yourself over her head onto the ramp. She wasn't standing in your way or anything, so you have to carefully angle it. Still looks boss!
You're aboard the airship! Where to now?
#intfic
The nightclub is, indeed, obligatory! It's filled with the sort of ponies who buy expensive cruises and then immediately go drink, which they could do at home for cheaper.
It's different for you; you're a stowaway. Still, the vibe is terrible. Could it be improved?
#intfic
It's different for you; you're a stowaway. Still, the vibe is terrible. Could it be improved?
#intfic
Imagine in your mind a posh airship cruise
Where lonely old ponies sit feeling the blues
This bar is bad: sauerkraut and boiled juice
There's no way these ponies will *ever* cut loose!
But then you walk in the room, hold your #intfic high
And what happens next'll blow your mind!
Where lonely old ponies sit feeling the blues
This bar is bad: sauerkraut and boiled juice
There's no way these ponies will *ever* cut loose!
But then you walk in the room, hold your #intfic high
And what happens next'll blow your mind!
Let's make it brief:
All is madness.
𝘌. 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘶𝘴 is uniquely vulnerable to being caught up in infectious musical numbers. With alicorn magic backing it, no resistance is possible. You're swatting flies with a trebuchet.
Choose the form of your dance, destroyer.
#intfic
All is madness.
𝘌. 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘶𝘴 is uniquely vulnerable to being caught up in infectious musical numbers. With alicorn magic backing it, no resistance is possible. You're swatting flies with a trebuchet.
Choose the form of your dance, destroyer.
#intfic
#intfic
(1/2) As the sun glints off the airship's envelope, there comes (from nowhere) an energetic theme played on the sarod and mandolin. You lead a growing crowd of ponies out of the nightclub, then from deck to deck, stopping for a showpiece group dance in each new locale.
(1/2) As the sun glints off the airship's envelope, there comes (from nowhere) an energetic theme played on the sarod and mandolin. You lead a growing crowd of ponies out of the nightclub, then from deck to deck, stopping for a showpiece group dance in each new locale.
(2/2) You go from the nightclub to the casino to the lido to the promenade, ending in the bridge, inspiring the captain and crew to join in.
This unfortunately distracts them from the important business of launching the airship. She keels wildly. Nopony is capable of caring.
This unfortunately distracts them from the important business of launching the airship. She keels wildly. Nopony is capable of caring.
#intfic
The dance number reaches its big finish as you stand at the prow, all smiles. A mooring line that should've been thrown off long ago hits tension and the ship lurches. You incorporate it into the dance. Disaster looms.
There's a sharp pain at your neck. All goes black.
The dance number reaches its big finish as you stand at the prow, all smiles. A mooring line that should've been thrown off long ago hits tension and the ship lurches. You incorporate it into the dance. Disaster looms.
There's a sharp pain at your neck. All goes black.
#intfic
(1/2) You swim in and out of consciousness for some time. In one of the light moments, you can hear a voice, barely resolving itself. There is a buzz. A couple quick blips.
"Number two," says the voice, in a mulling tone. "Huh. Interesting."
The dark takes you again.
(1/2) You swim in and out of consciousness for some time. In one of the light moments, you can hear a voice, barely resolving itself. There is a buzz. A couple quick blips.
"Number two," says the voice, in a mulling tone. "Huh. Interesting."
The dark takes you again.
(2/2) You come to slowly, your face pressed against hull boards. You hear the thrumming of airship vanes. The air is blue with shadows and dust.
"Good," says the shadow of a mare leaning against a steamer trunk. She studies a hoof-crossbow with mild disinterest. "You're up."
"Good," says the shadow of a mare leaning against a steamer trunk. She studies a hoof-crossbow with mild disinterest. "You're up."
#intfic
You squint. "Who...are you?"
The mare moves a bit into the light. It's the cream-coated steward from the boarding ramp! She doffs her cap and shakes out her mane; navy and rose locks tumble down.
"Special Agent Sweetie Drops. S.M.I.L.E. Metatheatric Suppression Unit."
You squint. "Who...are you?"
The mare moves a bit into the light. It's the cream-coated steward from the boarding ramp! She doffs her cap and shakes out her mane; navy and rose locks tumble down.
"Special Agent Sweetie Drops. S.M.I.L.E. Metatheatric Suppression Unit."
#intfic
She rolls her eyes. "Your theatrics nearly caused a disaster. That's where MSU comes in. We work to mitigate the harm of narrative causality breaches. Fourth wall breaks. Musical numbers."
"Wait...you're a Versebreaker? They're a myth."
"Not a myth. A state secret."
She rolls her eyes. "Your theatrics nearly caused a disaster. That's where MSU comes in. We work to mitigate the harm of narrative causality breaches. Fourth wall breaks. Musical numbers."
"Wait...you're a Versebreaker? They're a myth."
"Not a myth. A state secret."
#intfic
"There must be some mistake," you say, desperately hoping to not sound snippy and succeeding (only just). "I'm an alicorn princess, one of the five most powerful ponies in the land. I steward the throne of an empire."
"Still above your pay grade, ma'am. No offense."
"There must be some mistake," you say, desperately hoping to not sound snippy and succeeding (only just). "I'm an alicorn princess, one of the five most powerful ponies in the land. I steward the throne of an empire."
"Still above your pay grade, ma'am. No offense."
#intfic
"Are you telling me that Aunties Celly and Lulu got to know about this but I didn't?"
"Yes."
"Even after they both⬛️that one time? And after Luna⬛️with⬛️ and⬛️⬛️⬛️Baekelite ⬛️Trixie⬛️that silly opossum?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
"We informed Princess Twilight too," she says.
"Are you telling me that Aunties Celly and Lulu got to know about this but I didn't?"
"Yes."
"Even after they both⬛️that one time? And after Luna⬛️with⬛️ and⬛️⬛️⬛️Baekelite ⬛️Trixie⬛️that silly opossum?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
"We informed Princess Twilight too," she says.
"I can't believe that you ponies have kept me in the dark! I want to speak to your commanding officer! And if that doesn't get resul--"
Sweetie Drops strides up and cuffs you across the muzzle.
You blink, taken aback.
"This isn't you, Highness. This is the #intfic talking."
Sweetie Drops strides up and cuffs you across the muzzle.
You blink, taken aback.
"This isn't you, Highness. This is the #intfic talking."
"What's that '#' noise in #intfic?"
"Glottal stop. That's not important. What's important is that influential ponies across Equestria are being controlled by outside forces using some sort of numbered choice system."
"Sleeper agents? A Marechurian Candidate thing?"
"Exactly."
"Glottal stop. That's not important. What's important is that influential ponies across Equestria are being controlled by outside forces using some sort of numbered choice system."
"Sleeper agents? A Marechurian Candidate thing?"
"Exactly."
#intfic
(1/2) "Who exactly's pulling these strings?"
"We don't know," says S.A. Sweetie Drops. "They may be sinister. Or they may have Equestria's best interest in mind."
"They nearly caused an airship crash! How can that be good?"
"Maybe they know what's aboard the airship."
(1/2) "Who exactly's pulling these strings?"
"We don't know," says S.A. Sweetie Drops. "They may be sinister. Or they may have Equestria's best interest in mind."
"They nearly caused an airship crash! How can that be good?"
"Maybe they know what's aboard the airship."
(2/2) "I'll bite. What's aboard the airship?"
Sweetie Drops ponders her next words carefully.
"The 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 is carrying a Weapon of Memetic Destruction. A phonograph record on which is recorded the catchiest song in recorded history. Perhaps they wanted to destroy it."
Sweetie Drops ponders her next words carefully.
"The 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 is carrying a Weapon of Memetic Destruction. A phonograph record on which is recorded the catchiest song in recorded history. Perhaps they wanted to destroy it."
#intfic
"Surely, a record can't be--"
There is a "blip" from Sweetie Drops's kit. Her eyes narrow. She rushes back to her bags and retrieves a device that looks like a field radio, adjusting a few knobs with her teeth and listening hard.
"Backchatter on Choice 4," she hisses.
"Surely, a record can't be--"
There is a "blip" from Sweetie Drops's kit. Her eyes narrow. She rushes back to her bags and retrieves a device that looks like a field radio, adjusting a few knobs with her teeth and listening hard.
"Backchatter on Choice 4," she hisses.
"There!" says Sweetie Drops, frantically twisting the dials. "That's definitely a signal! If I can just tune in on it, we may finally get some answers as to who's puppet-mastering this #intfic nonsense--"
Sweetie Drops has taken her eyes off you.
Sweetie Drops has taken her eyes off you.
#intfic
(1/2)You stand there innocently while Agent Drops wrestles with the dials. Innocently, of course! It's not like you were about to do anything strange.
After a few minutes she heaves a heavy sigh. "Horse apples," she cusses. "We almost had 'em. It's all gone quiet now."
(1/2)You stand there innocently while Agent Drops wrestles with the dials. Innocently, of course! It's not like you were about to do anything strange.
After a few minutes she heaves a heavy sigh. "Horse apples," she cusses. "We almost had 'em. It's all gone quiet now."
(2/2)"Well!" you say. "I could leave you to...whatever it is you're doing?"
"No," says Agent Drops. "I need to recover that record. And my S.M.I.L.E. handler has gone dark for unknown, worrying reasons. Turns out I could use some backup, and a princess might just fit the bill."
"No," says Agent Drops. "I need to recover that record. And my S.M.I.L.E. handler has gone dark for unknown, worrying reasons. Turns out I could use some backup, and a princess might just fit the bill."
#intfic
(1/2)Agent Drops starts at a quick pop of noise from the radio, but she is distracted by your cheery eagerness.
"Always ready to serve the Tiara!" you say. "Let me know what I can do."
"Great. First, you'll need to wear this."
(1/2)Agent Drops starts at a quick pop of noise from the radio, but she is distracted by your cheery eagerness.
"Always ready to serve the Tiara!" you say. "Let me know what I can do."
"Great. First, you'll need to wear this."
(2/2)She produces from her kit a black mesh breastcollar sporting, for lack of a better word, several science bits and bobs.
"It's a Haydron Resonance Amplifier," she explains, to your puzzled look. It should prevent your brain from being influenced by outside forces."
"Neat!"
"It's a Haydron Resonance Amplifier," she explains, to your puzzled look. It should prevent your brain from being influenced by outside forces."
"Neat!"
#intfic
"So, what's this thing going to do once it's on me?"
Agent Drops shrugs. "Do I look like one of the boffins? No clue. Darling gave it to us, said it was imperative that we wear them. I trust Darling. I urge you to do so as well."
"All right," you say, slipping it on.
"So, what's this thing going to do once it's on me?"
Agent Drops shrugs. "Do I look like one of the boffins? No clue. Darling gave it to us, said it was imperative that we wear them. I trust Darling. I urge you to do so as well."
"All right," you say, slipping it on.
#intfic
"This 'Darling' sounds brilliant."
"Dr. Darling, yes," replies Agent Drops. "Designs all our wearable tech. We headhunted her from F.R.O.W.N., no regrets."
"Well, now that I'm protected against hostile influence, mind telling me how I can help retrieve this record?"
"This 'Darling' sounds brilliant."
"Dr. Darling, yes," replies Agent Drops. "Designs all our wearable tech. We headhunted her from F.R.O.W.N., no regrets."
"Well, now that I'm protected against hostile influence, mind telling me how I can help retrieve this record?"
#intfic
"That's the weird part," says Drops. "The record's being offered as a prize for-"
There's a noise at the far end of the hold. Drops whips around.
"Hi!" says a blue pegasus, coming into the light. "I'm Friendly Skies, your cruise dir-"
She's instantly tackled by Drops.
"That's the weird part," says Drops. "The record's being offered as a prize for-"
There's a noise at the far end of the hold. Drops whips around.
"Hi!" says a blue pegasus, coming into the light. "I'm Friendly Skies, your cruise dir-"
She's instantly tackled by Drops.
#intfic
(1/2)Friendly Skies's eyes go wide as Agent Drops pins her. "Ow! That really hurt!"
"It wasn't that hard of a tackle," growls Drops.
"My feelings!" clarifies the cruise director. "That wasn't very friendly at all!" Friendly Skies's lip begins to quiver, tears welling.
(1/2)Friendly Skies's eyes go wide as Agent Drops pins her. "Ow! That really hurt!"
"It wasn't that hard of a tackle," growls Drops.
"My feelings!" clarifies the cruise director. "That wasn't very friendly at all!" Friendly Skies's lip begins to quiver, tears welling.
(2/2)Agent Drops relaxes her tackle, looking a bit abashed. Nopony likes being accused of unfriendliness!
"Agent Drops, please!" you say, stamping a hoof. "She's just a crewmare!"
"Sorry," mutters Drops, hauling herself back up to all fours. "Everypony's a little on edge."
"Agent Drops, please!" you say, stamping a hoof. "She's just a crewmare!"
"Sorry," mutters Drops, hauling herself back up to all fours. "Everypony's a little on edge."
#intfic
"It's fine!" says Friendly Skies, brushing away a tear. "Vacations can be stressful!" She sits back and spreads her forelegs wide for a reconciliation hug.
Drops reluctantly, awkwardly, accepts.
"Okay!" says the director. "Who's ready to hear our fun activity slate?"
"It's fine!" says Friendly Skies, brushing away a tear. "Vacations can be stressful!" She sits back and spreads her forelegs wide for a reconciliation hug.
Drops reluctantly, awkwardly, accepts.
"Okay!" says the director. "Who's ready to hear our fun activity slate?"
#intfic
(1/2)"First, we hired a very 'great and powerful' magician to put on a-"
"Stop there!" you say. "I love magic shows!"
"Oh no!" says the cruise director. "I was going to go on to say that our magician's lovely assistant called in sick, so unless we find a replacement-"
(1/2)"First, we hired a very 'great and powerful' magician to put on a-"
"Stop there!" you say. "I love magic shows!"
"Oh no!" says the cruise director. "I was going to go on to say that our magician's lovely assistant called in sick, so unless we find a replacement-"
(2/2)Your eyes go steely.
"I've been waiting my whole life for this moment," you say. "Put me in."
"What?" says the director, touching hoof to brisket. "A 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 as our assistant? What an amazing idea!"
"Highness-" begins Drops.
"It'll be fine, Ms. Drops," you say.
"I've been waiting my whole life for this moment," you say. "Put me in."
"What?" says the director, touching hoof to brisket. "A 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 as our assistant? What an amazing idea!"
"Highness-" begins Drops.
"It'll be fine, Ms. Drops," you say.
#intfic
(1/3)"We found a really good one!" says Friendly Skies, out of nowhere, in response to nothing. "Spared no expense!"
"Pardon?" you ask.
"The...magician!" replies Friendly Skies. "For the show! Top-tier."
"Excellent! I'm so looking forward to helping!"
Smash cut.
(1/3)"We found a really good one!" says Friendly Skies, out of nowhere, in response to nothing. "Spared no expense!"
"Pardon?" you ask.
"The...magician!" replies Friendly Skies. "For the show! Top-tier."
"Excellent! I'm so looking forward to helping!"
Smash cut.
(2/3)"And so," drones the grey-bearded unicorn next to you on stage, "if everypony would open their elementary conjuring texts to Chapter One, we can begin."
"Star Swirl!" you whisper, smiling. "May we speak?"
"A moment, students!" he says to the mass of bored cruise guests.
"Star Swirl!" you whisper, smiling. "May we speak?"
"A moment, students!" he says to the mass of bored cruise guests.
(3/3)"I say," harrumphs Star Swirl the Bearded, mystic luminary and living legend. "When I was asked to give a magic demonstration, I anticipated more attentive pupils!"
"I think they were expecting...tricks."
"𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴‽" bellows Star Swirl, rocking a full interrobang.
"I think they were expecting...tricks."
"𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴‽" bellows Star Swirl, rocking a full interrobang.
#intfic
(1/2)"We live in a world where magic is demonstrably real!" the wizard rants, jingling the bells on his hat. "Why is anypony entertained by displays of fake magic?"
"Spectacle?" you hazard.
"Oh, hey there, Mr. The Bearded!" says Friendly Skies, sidling up behind you.
(1/2)"We live in a world where magic is demonstrably real!" the wizard rants, jingling the bells on his hat. "Why is anypony entertained by displays of fake magic?"
"Spectacle?" you hazard.
"Oh, hey there, Mr. The Bearded!" says Friendly Skies, sidling up behind you.
(2/2)The cruise director is flushing crimson. "I just wanted to say how great it is getting a chance to-"
"Spit it out, mare!" says Star Swirl.
"Right!" Friendly Skies composes herself. "I have an idea of how you really please our guests out there!"
"What do you propose?"
"Spit it out, mare!" says Star Swirl.
"Right!" Friendly Skies composes herself. "I have an idea of how you really please our guests out there!"
"What do you propose?"
#intfic
(1/2)Friendly Skies shuffles a hoof, blushing. "I was just thinking that a great wizard like yourself would know all sorts of fun mind control spells to subjugate the will of-"
"Mind control!"
"Yes! I was thinking-"
"There is nothing 'fun' about mind control, filly!"
(1/2)Friendly Skies shuffles a hoof, blushing. "I was just thinking that a great wizard like yourself would know all sorts of fun mind control spells to subjugate the will of-"
"Mind control!"
"Yes! I was thinking-"
"There is nothing 'fun' about mind control, filly!"
(2/2)Friendly Skies looks gutted; tears well up in her eyes. Star Swirl continues, heedless. "Theft of the will is not some parlor trick!"
"Star Swirl," you interrupt, gently. "Perhaps we should let Ms. Skies finish her proposal."
Star Swirl harrumphs, but is listening.
"Star Swirl," you interrupt, gently. "Perhaps we should let Ms. Skies finish her proposal."
Star Swirl harrumphs, but is listening.
#intfic
"I think it would be friendly for us to bond over fun community hypnosis! It seems like the sort of thing friends would do!"
Star Swirl softens. "Truly, for all my power, I am still a base apprentice at Friendship. Very well, Ms. Skies. Upon whom shall I work my art?
"I think it would be friendly for us to bond over fun community hypnosis! It seems like the sort of thing friends would do!"
Star Swirl softens. "Truly, for all my power, I am still a base apprentice at Friendship. Very well, Ms. Skies. Upon whom shall I work my art?
#intfic
(1/2)This is how you find yourself on stage in front of a crowd of cruise ponies, now much more interested than they were at Star Swirl's pedantic arcane theory lecture. "Now, this," they seem to say, "is a magic show!"
Star Swirl produces a sparkling crystal pendant.
(1/2)This is how you find yourself on stage in front of a crowd of cruise ponies, now much more interested than they were at Star Swirl's pedantic arcane theory lecture. "Now, this," they seem to say, "is a magic show!"
Star Swirl produces a sparkling crystal pendant.
(2/2)"You are getting very sleepy," intones the wizard, spinning the pendant before your eyes, and soon enough, you are. Nothing exists but the sound of Star Swirl's voice.
"It's done," says Star Swirl. "What hypnotism are we working, Ms. Skies?"
"I know just what to suggest!"
"It's done," says Star Swirl. "What hypnotism are we working, Ms. Skies?"
"I know just what to suggest!"
#intfic
(1/3)Deep in master wizard's hypnosis spell, you spill your darkest secret on stage in front of everypony.
"One time, I was eating shredded wheat, and I spilled some of it. I thought I picked up all the wheat pieces, but a few hours later I found something on the table.
(1/3)Deep in master wizard's hypnosis spell, you spill your darkest secret on stage in front of everypony.
"One time, I was eating shredded wheat, and I spilled some of it. I thought I picked up all the wheat pieces, but a few hours later I found something on the table.
(2/3)"It looked a little like a wheat thread, so I picked it up and ate it, presuming it was cereal...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴. I ate something I only 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 was cereal!"
Somewhere in the audience, Agent Drops rolls her eyes.
Somewhere in the audience, Agent Drops rolls her eyes.
(3/3)"Please," she seems to say. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 your shocking secret?"
Unfortunately, she's the only pony who is so blasé about this. The audience gasps, shocked at your admission of imperfect nonprincessness. Murmurs turn to outraged gasps. Unrest ensues. A riot begins to brew.
Unfortunately, she's the only pony who is so blasé about this. The audience gasps, shocked at your admission of imperfect nonprincessness. Murmurs turn to outraged gasps. Unrest ensues. A riot begins to brew.
#intfic
(1/3)The crowd rushes the stage and you are lost in the tumult. Friendly Skies works her way over to you through the crowd.
"Let's get this thing disabled," she says, her eyes narrow and fixed on your HRA. It is a strange thing to say, and you are about to question her.
(1/3)The crowd rushes the stage and you are lost in the tumult. Friendly Skies works her way over to you through the crowd.
"Let's get this thing disabled," she says, her eyes narrow and fixed on your HRA. It is a strange thing to say, and you are about to question her.
(2/3)Before you have a chance, though, she reaches beneath your barrel and does a quick, expert fussing with an important-looking science bit on the HRA. There is a quick "blip" and suddenly you don't care anymore.
"Ms. Skies," you say, "May I have your permission to kiss you?"
"Ms. Skies," you say, "May I have your permission to kiss you?"
Ms. Skies frowns. "Wait, what? I mean, yes, certainly, but who's giving you commands like tha-"
You take Friendly Skies lovingly in one hoof, staring deep into her mad green eyes. As the riot around you reaches a fever pitch, you lock lips and give her the smooching of her life.
You take Friendly Skies lovingly in one hoof, staring deep into her mad green eyes. As the riot around you reaches a fever pitch, you lock lips and give her the smooching of her life.
#intfic
(1/2)The riot begins to relocate elsewhere on the ship, possibly to a deck with a salad bar. Eventually the two of you come up for air, and Friendly Skies uses the moment to stagger back a bit.
"I'm not going to pretend I didn't enjoy that, but STICK TO THE MISSION."
(1/2)The riot begins to relocate elsewhere on the ship, possibly to a deck with a salad bar. Eventually the two of you come up for air, and Friendly Skies uses the moment to stagger back a bit.
"I'm not going to pretend I didn't enjoy that, but STICK TO THE MISSION."
(2/2)As the riot clears, Agent Drops hustles onto the stage. Like the dropping of a veil, Friendly Skies re-adopts her gee-golly persona.
"I'm *SO* sorry, Agent Drops! I had no idea-"
"Can it," says Sweetie Drops. "You were about one vibrissa away from compromising my asset."
"I'm *SO* sorry, Agent Drops! I had no idea-"
"Can it," says Sweetie Drops. "You were about one vibrissa away from compromising my asset."
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