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"Come in, Agent Drops. Do you read, Agent Sweetie Drops??"
The S.M.I.L.E. agent codenamed Sweetie Drops (better known as "Bon Bon" by her friends) glared at the large stallion that dangled her radio in his hooves. She struggled against the colorful ropes that bound her limbs together which chafed against her leathery bodysuit. A thick pink rope was also tied around her muzzle to cut off her speech abilities.
Her superiors had dispatched her to investigate the rumors of black market spellbook dealings taking place in an abandoned toy factory on the outskirts of Canterlot. After she arrived, she'd snuck through the empty halls and air vents until she found the shady ponies exchanging dusty tomes containing dark magic. Unfortunately for Bon Bon, during her observation, the air vent she was hiding in gave way and collapsed onto the floor, sending the dealers into a frenzy. As she sprung into action, the one panicked thought that stuck out to Bon Bon the most was Lyra's past jokes about her needing to cut back on the sweets.
Bon Bon managed to put up a good fight, using her martial arts and hoof-to-hoof skills to knock out a good chunk of the goons in the room. But one of them struck her across the head with a rusty piece of rebar, which gave the rest of the dealers the opening they needed to gang up on her.
After they dogpiled Bon Bon and subdued her, along with confiscating her multitude of gadgets and weapons, she was dragged to a darkened assembly line room and forcibly seated on a conveyor belt. The ringleader of the black market dealers switched off Bon Bon's radio and reached out to loosen the rope taut around her muzzle.
"So what brings a sweet mare like you around these parts?" the leader snarked.
Bon Bon rolled her eyes. "You can drop the formalities. I know about your guys' stash of banned spellbooks."
"Oooh, I'm quivering in my horseshoes!" jested one of the goons Bon Bon has socked in the face.
"And I guess, 'Agent Sweetie Drops'," the ringleader mused, "that you're gonna rat us out to Princess Celestia or whoever it is on the other end of this here radio you work for?"
"Well, maybe if you let me go and forget about the usual deathtrap schtick or interrogation you colts always opt for, I might reconsider it."
The gang of thuggish stallions chuckled.
The ringleader smirked. "I take it this ain't your first rodeo, sweetheart?"
Bon Bon shrugged. "You could say that."
"Sorry to soil your night, but consider this your last." the ringleader tightened the rope-gag around Bon Bon's muzzle.
"Mmph!" Bon Bon winced as her jaws were forcibly pressed together, nearly causing her to bite her own tongue in the process.
"As for your concern about deathtraps, don't worry," the leader droned on. "This ain't one of those cartoon scenes where the bad guy leaves the heroine to her fate, not even bothering to check if she bites it."
So he admits to being a giant flankhole, Bon Bon thought bitterly.
"We're gonna make damn sure you don't blow the lid on our business dealings. We've got a nice, comfy spare room in one of our hideouts for you to stay in."
Bon Bon's eyes widened slightly as his words sunk in.
"From the sound of things, you've got some juicy intel for whoever your little organization is," the ringleader deduced. "Keeping you around just might give us an edge. Plus..."
He caressed Bon Bon's cheeks with his hoof, causing the agent to jerk her head back.
"It'd be a waste, doing away with a pretty filly like you." the leader craned his neck over his shoulder. "Load her in the truck."
Two stallions walked forward and hoisted Bon Bon onto their backs. One of them rubbed his hoof on top of her flank, eliciting a muffled growl behind her tied lips.
Sorry, Lyra. Looks like I'm gonna be late for dinner tonight...

--Base by: www.deviantart.com/princesslil…

Description
"Come in, Agent Drops. Do you read, Agent Sweetie Drops??"
The S.M.I.L.E. agent codenamed Sweetie Drops (better known as "Bon Bon" by her friends) glared at the large stallion that dangled her radio in his hooves. She struggled against the colorful ropes that bound her limbs together which chafed against her leathery bodysuit. A thick pink rope was also tied around her muzzle to cut off her speech abilities.
Her superiors had dispatched her to investigate the rumors of black market spellbook dealings taking place in an abandoned toy factory on the outskirts of Canterlot. After she arrived, she'd snuck through the empty halls and air vents until she found the shady ponies exchanging dusty tomes containing dark magic. Unfortunately for Bon Bon, during her observation, the air vent she was hiding in gave way and collapsed onto the floor, sending the dealers into a frenzy. As she sprung into action, the one panicked thought that stuck out to Bon Bon the most was Lyra's past jokes about her needing to cut back on the sweets.
Bon Bon managed to put up a good fight, using her martial arts and hoof-to-hoof skills to knock out a good chunk of the goons in the room. But one of them struck her across the head with a rusty piece of rebar, which gave the rest of the dealers the opening they needed to gang up on her.
After they dogpiled Bon Bon and subdued her, along with confiscating her multitude of gadgets and weapons, she was dragged to a darkened assembly line room and forcibly seated on a conveyor belt. The ringleader of the black market dealers switched off Bon Bon's radio and reached out to loosen the rope taut around her muzzle.
"So what brings a sweet mare like you around these parts?" the leader snarked.
Bon Bon rolled her eyes. "You can drop the formalities. I know about your guys' stash of banned spellbooks."
"Oooh, I'm quivering in my horseshoes!" jested one of the goons Bon Bon has socked in the face.
"And I guess, 'Agent Sweetie Drops'," the ringleader mused, "that you're gonna rat us out to Princess Celestia or whoever it is on the other end of this here radio you work for?"
"Well, maybe if you let me go and forget about the usual deathtrap schtick or interrogation you colts always opt for, I might reconsider it."
The gang of thuggish stallions chuckled.
The ringleader smirked. "I take it this ain't your first rodeo, sweetheart?"
Bon Bon shrugged. "You could say that."
"Sorry to soil your night, but consider this your last." the ringleader tightened the rope-gag around Bon Bon's muzzle.
"Mmph!" Bon Bon winced as her jaws were forcibly pressed together, nearly causing her to bite her own tongue in the process.
"As for your concern about deathtraps, don't worry," the leader droned on. "This ain't one of those cartoon scenes where the bad guy leaves the heroine to her fate, not even bothering to check if she bites it."
So he admits to being a giant flankhole, Bon Bon thought bitterly.
"We're gonna make damn sure you don't blow the lid on our business dealings. We've got a nice, comfy spare room in one of our hideouts for you to stay in."
Bon Bon's eyes widened slightly as his words sunk in.
"From the sound of things, you've got some juicy intel for whoever your little organization is," the ringleader deduced. "Keeping you around just might give us an edge. Plus..."
He caressed Bon Bon's cheeks with his hoof, causing the agent to jerk her head back.
"It'd be a waste, doing away with a pretty filly like you." the leader craned his neck over his shoulder. "Load her in the truck."
Two stallions walked forward and hoisted Bon Bon onto their backs. One of them rubbed his hoof on top of her flank, eliciting a muffled growl behind her tied lips.
Sorry, Lyra. Looks like I'm gonna be late for dinner tonight...

--Base by: www.deviantart.com/princesslil…