"Staying out of trouble" ~ A helpful guide by Twilight Sparkle

You cracking open an eye as you wake up for the 4th time today. Always one to roll over for a bit more sleep you squirm around for a bit before finally accepting that you've slept all you can. Gotta admit you feel surprisingly well rested.

Head still fuzzy from sleep you try to recall why you feel so rested. Did you go to bed early? Who are you kidding you never go to bed early.

What had happened yesterday then?

Febreze... Couch... door...?

Ugh right, new neighbors. AKA nut job 1 & 2. It's a real shame Anon kept you from blowing that stallion's head off, but human society seems to frown on any kind of pony violence, even if it's pony on pony.

Your spine cracks as you do your morning stretch and pop your neck a few times.

Magical violence reallllly sets humans off. You'd heard horror stories of unicorns losing their horns over even a small bits of magic being used in a fight. The thought alone makes you shudder and shake your head, giving your horn a quick charge just to reassure yourself it's still there..

In the early days humans had no idea what to do with captured unicorns. It took years before they were able to to copy existing magical suppression ring designs, but once they understood the concept they understood it well.

Since you were captured years later than the general pony population due to the whole 'powerful enough to teleport miles' thing, you avoided the more barbaric early magical suppression solutions.

Sure they'd slapped you with a monster of a full horn cone not your fault that guy flies so easily at the training center, but it only took you a few months to convince Anon what a wonderfully obedient and helpful pony you could be.

Also he got tired of helping you with everything because you're beyond useless with your hooves. How do earth ponies do this shit?!

It was clear when you arrived that your main purpose was help around the house, but even that was a challenge to you without your horn.

Swirling a little mana around your horn you do a quick blink to the kitchen.

Fortunately it's been years now and Anon keeps your suppressor ring set to the bare minimum legal value. Your understanding of the finer points of magic lets you perform most any spell even with what humans consider 'safe' access to it. The results are far more limited than usual, for example: a few dozen foot range on your teleport, but better than nothing at all.

There'd be no more magical research or giant monsters battling for you though.

Whatever. As long as you could use your telekinesis to manipulate the entire keyboard at once, and give yourself a huge advantage over the fat fingered monkeys, you're fine.

Speaking of fine, gods above you love cinnamon toast crunch. There's enough sugar in this junk to scare pinkie pie! There's also no one around to judge you as you literally jam your whole muzzle in the bowl and destroy the sugary bowl.

Did you even eat last night?

No, those jackasses came over before dinner and after assaulting you with his meat sausage you'd fallen asleep in anon's arms.

Ugh, you feel asleep in his arms. That's slightly embarrassing, let's just suppress all of those memories now for now.

There's no note from Anon, and nothing that you know of that needs to be done today, so as far as you're concerned that's permission to waste your whole day online. Crawling back into bed, because why not, you drag your laptop over to you for a day of not being worth all that money anon payed for you.

Ha! watch now as your multi thousand dollar investment tells people how wrong they are and browses the slave sites for stallions.

What? You can look you just can't bid. Which is a shame because that one's really cute and 25% off, must be stubborn or something, who knows.

After a while browsing your own kind like a cold unfeeling monster you go to check the news instead. Blah blah blah some business man got caught doing something dumb, some oddly specific questions on askreddit, dumb celebrity garbage.

Wait.

'Famous designer outed as pony'

This is above average dumb celebrity garbage.

Something something something, ah here's the good stuff 'Insider tip from anonymous industry employee insists the pony clothes designer line "diamonds in the rough" is not only exclusively designed by a pony but actually run and owned by said freed unicorn mare.

Huh, free ponies technically exist, but are pretty rare. At least as far as you're aware.

Scrolling down the page you keep reading.

You know it's silly to let yourself get worked up. Just because the name involves diamonds and it's a fashion company doesn't really mean anything. Blah blah blah, most the article talks how a pony can even legally run a company and how the fashion industry would respond.

You're about to close the tab when you see the picture at the very bottom. OH SHIT!

You literally throw the computer across the room in your excitement!

Fuck! No no, it's ok you just barely manage to catch it in your magic!

The picture is long range and looks like it's through a window, but it clearly shows a mare at a table discussing some drawings with a few humans.

You'd recognize that mane and tail anywhere!

It should be no surprise that she'd find some way to work the system to her advantage, but it's still good to see Rarity alive and well! Alive, well, and by the sound of it thriving. You're aren't really into fashion, but you're pretty sure that's a big clothesline.

So what now? These pictures were taken half way across the country and you've got no means of getting in contact. You have a hoof phone, but just calling up the company and asking to talk to the mystery mare they're denying the existence of seems like a slim chance at best .

A letter? No, what is this the middle ages?

Maybe you could act like an interested investor, no one can really tell if your pony or human on the phone.

Whatever it takes you have to find a way. You'd been searching for any sign of your friends for so long you can't pass this up now!

Time for a plan!