Alright, listen up and listen good because I'm only going to say this once. We are not a highly classified government organization. We do not operate above the System, over it or beyond it. Our primary objective is not to monitor, license, regulate and police extrademensional activities and beings on this great country. These interdemensional beings are not cartoon ponies from a kid's show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. We do not officially exist.

You don't exist.

Got that?

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Never heard of it?

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Good. Welcome to the U.S. Department of Strategic Extradimensional Enforcement

Inspired by Tales Of The Canterlot Deportation Agency: A Typical Day by Estee.

[Warning: Tags might be added and/or removed as the story progresses]

I use to live in the Crystal Kingdom, but wasn't a crysatal pony. I was shund by others and told I was a bad olmen. So some mare walked up to me and asked if she could try a spell. Well for every pony the sounds of teleporting is diffrent, to me its thousands of pained screams. After hearing that I was on the side of a mountian hiding from changlings. Now a bad storm showed up and I'm on the side of this rock, can't fly and can't walk far due to the walk way is giving out. Yay! Luck couldn't ever be on my side more than now, or could it?