Title:           The Bon Supremacy (RGRE) (WIP)
Author:          warrenclude
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/UfLdAanR
First Edit:      Monday 26th of September 2016 04:37:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 26th of September 2016 04:37:18 PM CDT

>You are a mare with a big stripey butt
>Your name is Zecora, and you're stuck in a rut
>An alchemist by trade, many potions you've made
>But this one is proving quite tricky
>A potion to find the truth in a mind
>To end the control of a well-accomplished mole
>Your customer is very picky
 
>Princess Luna asked you to save her agents two
>Whose minds are controlled by the enemy
>An enemy you know, once friendly, and so
>This feels almost like blasphemy
 
>Poor Anonymous, you fear, is the victim of a smear
>Or at least this new potion will discover
>But if he is a foe, he will suffer great woe
>As all of his games will be over
 
>At least if you weren't blind to the ingredients you must find!
 
>You're laying in bed with a hot mare, so you must be Anon
>Your relationship was a little rocky at first, but now you and Fleur are an item
>What's a little attempted murder between friends?
>Between the insurance payout and the royal compensation for your shop, you've got enough money to start over
>But not before taking a long, well-deserved break
>You give Fleur a peck on her forehead, at the base of her horn, eliciting a giggle from the regal mare
>This is the life
 
>You are Former Agent Fleur, current happy marefriend to Anonymous the human
>After a little... Discussion, you've decided to give up assassination and settle down with a good stallion
>Sometimes you miss the old days, the fast life
>Another night, another city, another stallion, another traitor to the crown drowning in her own blood as she struggles to pull your dagger from her lung...
>But you've moved past that
>Now you're just another nopony, a random Jane Schmoe with a nice house and a nice coltfriend
>But despite all that, you can't help but wonder if your past will come back to haunt you
 
>Thou art standing impatiently within the Ethiope's hut, so thou must be Princess Luna
>Twas but one week ago that the demon Anonymous did corrupt thy two best agents, and thou art ready for revenge
>Tis dangerous, however, to destroy the source of the corruption without treating the afflicted, lest they go incurably mad
>Thus, thou have commissioned the finest alchemist thou knowest, Zecora of Zebrabwe, to create an antidote to rescue their minds
>Perhaps thou should'st begin searching for her?
>Twas almost half an hour ago that she left, after all
 
>Your name is Zecora, and you feel like you could sing an aria
>You have found the ingredients which you sought, and to your hut they have now been brought
>The Princess's impatience was quite severe, as if you'd returned in the one-thousandth year
>But here you are, and your potion is made
>If Anon is an enemy, he will feel a cold blade
>Still, money is money, and orders are orders
>Another request like that, and you're going home across the borders
 
>You've just flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed', and locked the door of your candy shop, so you're probably Bon Bon
>You don't know if the shop will remain yours for much longer, since Princess Luna purchased it to serve as your cover
>But you've put years of work into making it a successful business, and you'd hate to let it go
>You'll hang onto it until Luna wants it back, at least
>She probably won't bother, after all, the crown has enough money to buy every candy shop in Equestria a million times
>How would she do it without ponies finding out, anyways? Sending a letter ordering her to sell it to a crown holding company, probably. Or maybe-
*poof*
>The bottom drops out of your stomach as a scroll, tied with Lunar Blue ribbon and bearing Luna's personal seal, drops into your lap
>Slowly, you pull the ribbon and unfurl the letter, dreading the contents
>'To whom it may concern...'
>'By pleasure of Princess Luna, a royal visit shall be paid to [Cmdr. Bon Bon, ret]. within the next [6 hours]. Please make all necessary arrangements forthwith...'
>A simple template notification, with hasty, yet regal scribbles along the dotted lines
>For the seventh time in your life, you can actually taste your fear
 
>"Hey Bonnie! Fleur and 'Non invited us over for dinner!"
 
>Yep, you're gonna die