Life on the run: The Story of Coke Pony

by j3r034rja34jty

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe
Length: 1138

The story of Coke Pony and her life on the run.

I was given life, but yet, I was treated as an object. As money.
I had to run away.
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Pristine Packaging

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-31 04:30:02 UTC

I. The Slogan

The Story of Coke Pony and the Slogan.

“No, please, you first” I say, offering the cooler of ice cubes to a rather handsome looking stallion.

“Oh, Coke, wouldn’t it just be better with you in there as well?”

“Oh Pepsi, you’re quite the stallion aren’t you?”

I lean forward for the kiss.

"...hey"

"Hey"

"Hey!"

"HEY!"

...

“Hey!”

I shoot my eyes open. It was all a dream.

“Get your ass out here, you have a new slogan to advertise and we're already running late!”

“Yes Crosswinds,, I’ll get right to it,” I say, slowly throwing my body up off the fridge floor. Sometimes I feel that our slogans just get more and more stupid. Whatever happened to ‘Drink Coca-Cola’? It was simple and straightforward.

Crosswinds is the stallion behind the advertising department at Coca-Cola inc. I'm basically their entire section of the company.

Crosswinds didn't say anything, but just walked forward. I was always expected to walk behind him and not say a word. Talking was only allowed during the speeches, and there were rather strict lines to follow by.

We arrived in the limo not too long after, though, I was forced to sit in the ‘special’ seat for me, which really was a seat with an insane amount of safety restraints. They didn't want me leaving the limo.

Not too long after we arrived, they pushed me out onto the limo and onto the way to the stage. There was a single podium, and I only had to say one sentence.

I walk to the podium, and stand up straight. The Press was everywhere.

“My name is, as you all know, Coke Pony, and I am here to say that Coke is Equestria’s real choice!”

The crowd went wild. I have no idea why, really. But they did.

And that was it.

I was escorted back, went in the limo, and was eventually put back into the fridge.

As goes nearly every day.

But this slogan was different.

It seemed to catch nearly everyponies attention for some reason.

But that only meant one thing: More me.

More of everyponies favorite go-lucky mascot, Coke.

But that only helped my case.

I knew that the only way to escape this company was to sneak out during the limo ride, or maybe run during an escort. Just hopefully I don't get Jack Ruby’d, right?

A loud ‘bang’ caught my attention when the door to my fridge was pounded on.

Apparently a several hours had already passed since I was put back in there. You tend to lose track of time.

“Hey! Get out here, we're having an uncalled trip around town. Hurry up!”

I scoffed up from the ground and exited when the door was open. How nice, a pony that opens a door for you. Its not like he has to anyways, right?

They pushed into the limo once again and was dragged around town. I put my head out through the sun roof, and smiled and waved. The common routine.

I also tossed out free samples from time to time. Its rather fun. You'd hear the rather occasional ‘I got one!’, or the classic ‘No, Gimmie!’.

Sometimes the small things in life can be rather enjoyable.

It wasn't long until we stopped at a small market place.

Crosswinds spoke up first, “Now you wait here. We're going to go inside and get some food and drinks. I'm getting bloody tired of Coke. And if you even move an inch, so help me Celestia I will drain you and you won't ever remember a thing. Got it?”

“Yes, sir” I responded.

But I knew that this was my only chance to escape.

I had to.

Prologue

The story of Coke Pony; Prologue.

It was a long time ago.

Too many years to count. I was one of the first, I believe.

Its hard to remember when I got my first shell. It was old and green tinted. Don't remember where it is now. Right now, I’m hiding.

It was at least one-hundred years ago, when I first came to be. Some stallion by the name of John or whatnot invented me in his lab, the Griffon Drug and Chemical company, he didn't know valuable I would become.

Of course, it wasn’t until that unicorn came along and changed us all. It was weird. One moment I was nothing. The next, I was something.

Alive.

All I knew was that I knew nothing.

It wasn't until long they learned of my success. All across the world I was wanted. They wanted me.

I was taken under claim; branded a product.

An object.

They didn't understand what I was.

They sold what I was made of. They drank it no end. I was sick.

We don’t live forever. We are not immortal.

We go flat, we ill.

We empty, we die.

I was used for money.

But how much did I get?

Not even a single bit.

Then they started to hoof out these tickets. It entitled them to a free glass of, well, me.

Soon enough millions of ponies came and tried it. They too, loved it. I started to become more popular than the others, such as Root Beer, or Dr. Pepper.

I didn't even know I would become this popular.

Next thing I know, I was sold to a new owner.

I was treated as nothing, they didn't care about me.

They cared about profit.

I was labeled most valuable brand.

Not pony, but brand.

At the end of the day they would just throw me into the fridge.

Don’t get me wrong, it was nice. It was cold.

I like the cold, by the way. I’m not sure If I’ve told you that before.

But it was empty. I had nothing to do but sleep, wake up, and repeat.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I ran away from where I was kept.

They owners went crazy. Their only mascot, their source was gone.

Only one of me can be alive, for no more unicorns with the power to give life exist, or at least, that I know of.

But as of now, I’m here. I’ve been hiding off in the coldest parts of Equestria, places where nopony would find me.

They want me, though.

Not for me, but for the company. So much in fact they want to drain me, give me new life with a new mind. In a mind where being treated as an object is the way life, and thats the normal. One where I would have no recollection of what happened in my past.

I can’t let that happen.

I need to show them that I’m more than just an object.

I need to show them that I am alive.

That I too, can live.