Prologue: I Became an Agent


Miranda Lawson

Systems Alliance

Impossible Mission Force

Team Leader

Callsign: Agent L

The overall commander of field ops for the Impossible Mission Force, the legendary Miranda Lawson, veteran of many years in service first to the Crown and then to the whole planet after the Systems Alliance was established, shot her direct superior an absolutely incredulous look.

"You can't be serious…" She said to Director Eva Core, or Director EDI as she prefers when with friends and people she likes, during business and pleasure. Of whom is currently in her gynoid EDI form.

EDI interlaces her fingers together, lowers her elbows onto the desk, covering her mouth in the process. Narrowing her eyes at Operative Lawson, she replies in a stoic voice, yet the synthesized nature comes out in full, like always. "Dead serious, Miranda. You will accept the new team member, and you will do as you're told. Honestly, I thought you'd be happy to work with him."

"B-but, what about fraternization laws within the Alliance!" Miranda sputters, though you can tell by looking at her it was a weak and token defense.

EDI raises a metal eyebrow, elegantly. "Those sorts of things got abolished decades ago, because some of the best agents produced ever were, in fact, couples. Need I bring up the records of Team Bartowski?"

Miranda blushes like a schoolgirl, twirling her hair at the comparison. "A-are you saying that Murphy and I are like the legendary CIA spies, Chuck and Sarah?!"

As Miranda goes on to mutter under her breath, squealing as she puts her hands to her cheeks and closes her eyes, EDI takes a moment to think. Which is like, years in cyberspace for advanced synthetics like her. "Yeesss, Miranda." She says slowly, and convincingly. Nodding slightly.

Miranda sure changed her tune quickly, she always was weak to being compared to legendary operatives, regardless of allegiance throughout, time and space. EDI addresses the happy schoolgirl, er, secret agent before she starts fantasizing about who knows what. "Does this mean you are done refusing your husband's induction into your team, for some asinine pride as a wife or whatever it is…?"

One of the greatest booty's in all of the bootydom coughs a few times to regain her composure and dignity. Which is impossible at this point. All her coworkers, friends and family have seen her act this way whenever Murphy is around and/or the topic at hand. In Miranda's mind though, she is back to looking demure and serious. Only Murphy is allowed to tease her about it though. "Yes, Director EDI. I'll go get him now, he must want to see me - uh, I mean his new work place. I should give him a tour and orientation and whatnot. I don't trust anyone else to do a good enough job!"

EDI is amused by her antics and can't help but tease her a little bit. "I'm sure, Operative Lawson. Be sure not to ride your husband too hard on his first day. You will be working together quite closely, till death do you part even."

Miranda feels that EDI is suddenly having too much fun teasing her, for some reason. "Shut up, EDI! I am going to get my husband now!" And she promptly left EDI's office. She was not running away, she wasn't! Anybody who says so is a lying liar, who lies!

Agent Murphy S. Law

Systems Alliance

Impossible Mission Force

Sharpshooter and CQC Specialist

Callsign: Agent X

I look at my wife, Miranda Lawson, with a raised eyebrow. "You can't be serious…"

Operative Lawson just widens her grin. Her white catsuit is thrown haphazardly on the floor, her monster futanari cock is (magitech is a wonderful thing) pulsing with great vigor. "You heard me just fine, Murphy~ Your first mission, should you choose to accept it, is to get down on your knees. Suck. And then fuck. Your lovely wife~ Who is also your new boss~" Wagging her eyebrows at me.

I freeze for longer than I care to admit. I should have gotten rid of that kind of nerve response back in basic training. "...you found my collection of futanari porn, and this is payback isn't it…?"

"For all of the Miranda In Charge and similar works concerning me?" At my sheepish nod she continues. "Yes and no~ More like, fulfilling all of your naughty little fantasies. And I do mean, all of them, my dear husband. Shepard and all of our other girlfriends agreed to share you with me." Miranda Lawson, my lovely wife, light of my life, but also superior officer confirms.

I mean, I already knew the answer, I just felt like I should still ask, you know? "...I wasn't complaining and I wasn't saying no…I just wanted to confirm things for my own benefit or something."

"Uh-huh. I'm waiting, Murphy S. Law~" She teases me, as she presses play on the touchscreen of the music player on the desk, here in her private quarters on the Sanctuary 3. Miranda's personal spaceship, gifted to her by Commander Jane Shepard. And of course, The Ambassador from the vid Miranda In Charge starts playing.

"Do we get to take turns being Shepard in that vid, at least?" I ask with hope.

"Of course, baby~ Fair is fair~" And with that, I became an Agent of the IMF for this strange universe of multiple fandoms.

Oh, did I forget to mention? These circumstances of mine are the consequences of my actions. Those "actions" I speak of were: filling out a seemingly harmless Waifu Catalog CYOA form. Ah well, it should be fun though.


AN: I now totally understand other writers when they say they had some plot bunny that wouldn't leave them, didn't want to leave them and HAD to get out. This is the result of my first one ever, I feel. The punny name of my SIOC is not just a joke by the way, it's a hint to what sorts of things he could do.

Posted on: 12/06/2024