Author's Note

Hi everyone! I was on the fence about this whole thing, not sure how'd it fare with the way things are going with the fandom and my own personal life, but I made a commitment to my readers so here's a preview. Depending on how this is received will determine if I write more. Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy.

The Escape

Outrunning a pony was a challenge. Outrunning the royal guard, a pretty daunting task. Doing so while other ponies gawked at you and your just as freakishly looking, newfound companion, was virtually impossible. This was mostly because the pastel colored obstacles stopped exactly where they stood. Yet the two fugitives had somehow managed to accomplish this feat for the past few city blocks.

“Move out of the way!” Ivy yelled at the statue-like ponies, weaving left and right to avoid any collisions. Her companion wasn’t faring any better, being a bit on the bulky side, made him not as agile. The frozen ponies were knocked down like bowling pins as he tried to escape, their screams indicating the trance they were under had been broken. The only saving grace the fugitives had was the heavy metal that weighed the guard down. Thankfully there were no pegasi in sight or else their chase would have ended abruptly.

“Why is it that whenever you get dropped in some world, you start off by running for you life??” her partner in crime, Matt, yelled.

“Less talking! More fleeing!” she yelled back, looking for the direction they entered the city from. She had forgotten how easy it was to get lost in this place. Various shops and landmarks dotting the skyline, all blurring as they rushed by, not a single one helpful in their escape. Now that she thought of it, it was even more of a surprise they got this far in without arousing the guards’ suspicion.

They eventually reached an open courtyard, one of the few in the city and spotting a flower stall she had wanted to visit, she immediately knew they were on the right path. “Climb on!” she yelled to her stout companion, who for his build was doing exceptionally well keeping up with her more slender frame. Slender, but not fragile.

“Are you sure?” Matt looked back at the now gaining guard behind them. They had notified other patrols within the vicinity, and were forming a quickly collapsing ring around them.

“Do you think I would offer if I wasn’t SURE?? Hurry up! We have the perfect opening!”

Jumping while running appears easy on TV and in movies, but now when it counted, Matt found himself stumbling over his feet. He wasn’t used to long distance running, let alone performing such athletic stunts. He dared not jump, since if he missed, he’d fall flat on his face… and the guard would have him in custody.

“Gah! There’s no time!’ Ivy grew impatient, extending her tail and wrapping it around his waist. She flung him up in the air, in the general direction of her back, and he yelled out profanities before somehow sticking the landing. Securing himself around her waist, she kicked it into overdrive. “Hold on!” she ordered him, her powerful muscles rippling as she began to build up speed in order to beat the guards to the gate.

Right as the guard were completing the circle, she focused more power into her torso and extended, leaping up above their heads. Something not that hard to do since she towered over the average pony, but with the “extra weight” on her back, she narrowly missed the tip of a stray spear. As they were in the air, it was exactly like the movies, time seemed to slow down. “This. Is. Soooo coool… huh? Why isn’t my voice in slow motion?” Ivy asked, looking below them. They had stopped moving but, upon closer inspection behind them, a unicorn guard had finally fired up a spell.

“NOPE! This is not how I’m going down!” Matt angrily yelled, reaching into his pack and finding the best thing he could use a projectile. An evil grin appeared on his face as he found what he needed. “Perfect,” he spoke to himself, aiming at his target. Where he lacked in running, his accuracy was deadly. “Catch!” he yelled as he flung a questionably clean pair of underwear at the unicorn. Quickly realizing what the projectile being tossed his direction was, the unicorn was frozen with horror, while his fellow guards moved out of the way. Or maybe he couldn’t move because of the stench. Either way he was too late in closing his gaping mouth as the soiled fabric hit his taste buds.

A direct hit! Matt smirked as he watched the stallion’s face contort from one of horror to one of disgust. It did the trick either way, the unicorn’s concentration was broken as was the spell that held them aloft. That was something Matt deeply hated, magic. It felt all icky, like tiny fingers crawling over his skin. There was also the fact how powerful it was, but that was a different story.

Ivy landed on the ground with a grunt, still maintaining her momentum. Taking a breath as she freely slid across the semi-smooth pavement, she reengaged her torso and made a beeline out of there.

“So long suckers!” Matt taunted, laughing as he saw the guards watching their comrade struggle to remove the flavor that was now burned into his mouth.

“We’re not doing that again,” Ivy spoke to him as she created as much space between them and Canterlot. Their plan was foiled. “Well I guess he’s not there.” She took one last look at the city shrinking behind them.

“Well where else would he be?” Matt asked as they made their way towards the edge of the mountain. They were running out of room fast. “IVVVVVYYYY! Watch where you’re going!!!!”

Turning around to face front, she noticed what he meant and twisted her torso around, using her tail to stop their movement. Her underside began to heat from the friction, but she was more focused on not dying their first day back. Screeching to a halt, she let out a sigh of relief. The danger somewhat passed, other feeling came to her body.

“OWWW! MATT!!! WATCH THE HANDS!!!”

His fingers dug into her waist, the whole ordeal just enough to make him die a little on the inside. “Oh, sorry!” He quickly released his grip and hopped off her, glad to be on solid ground again.

“I know my body is irresistible, but don’t damage the goods!” she laughed it off, inspecting her waist. It was red alright, but it also matched her torso. She’d been through worse.

“Shad up!” Matt waved his hands, the remark completing his flustered appearance.

She grinned at him before checking their surroundings. They were officially near the edge of the mountain. You’d think these ponies would have created alternate escape routes other than the train tracks.

“If we stay here any longer the guard are going to catch us,” she commented after giving a thorough scan of the immediate area. She spotted a nearby waterfall not too far away. “Can you swim?”

“Way ahead of you sister,” he responded, noticing the same escape route. He started removing his outer layer of clothing, while it was early spring, the temperature was still a bit nippy, especially this high up. A short while later he was standing in a tank top and cargo shorts. Shivering a bit, he walked towards the edge of the waterfall. The drop was huge, but the river below looked deep enough.

A catcall rang out behind him, making his blush deepen. “Will you stop it!” he yelled in annoyance.

“If you keep making it easy, no,” she joined him at the edge. “Think there’s any sharp rocks down there?”

“Most likely,” Matt shrugged. “But it’s better than being captured by the guard right?”

“I guess so,” she stretched her arms. “Alright waterfall! Bring it on!”

With that she dove off the cliff, positioning her torso under her right as she hit the water. Matt watched in anticipation, hoping she had survived the jump.

“There it is!” he could hear a guard yell a few yards away. The sound of thundering hooves accompanied his voice.

“Fuck…” he muttered, before taking a deep breath. “Geronimoooo!!!”