Author's Note

Rated T for incoherent tiny interdimensional British horse swearing.

Ep. 2 Do you have a loisance for interdimensional travel? (T)

You are Anon, or at least, that's what you called yourself now that you've forgotten your own name. Your memories are hazy, almost as if they were all just part of a dream fleeing from your mind's focus. Everything was dark, with unfocused sounds of what seemed to be the clopping of hooves? That didn't feel right, you didn't know why it didn't, but a piece of you just knows on an instinctual level that it was an unfamiliar sound.

Curious, you cracked open an eye, immediately you noticed strange structures surrounding you, and a number of tiny technicolor equines as well. They were nearly three feet in height, at least, that's how it appeared to you while trying to pull yourself up. Many of them apparently decided to start backing away, a few even running off. You were dangerously close to causing a panic, but all you wanted to do was find out where you were.

The moment you tried to speak up is when all hell broke loose, and the crowd of tiny equines started running around screaming in a panic about a "monster". Rude... You thought to yourself as you brushed off some dirt from your jeans. It seemed as though they quickly barricaded themselves in the closest structure they could find, only peaking out of windows.

You decided to walk around for a bit, and took in a bit more of your surroundings. The road was made of well maintained cobblestone that fit evenly among each other, the buildings were small, at least in comparison to your full body height of about six feet, and the sky was spotless. Then out of the blue, a three foot tall equine that just came out of a toppled over trash bin riding a comically small tricycle appeared out of no where. They wore a uniform that reminded you of a certain country's police force, but you couldn't put your finger on what it was from.

"Oi, you there, stranger! Where's your interdimensional travel loisance?!" The male equine shouted while removing an eight inch long stick from his belt with a strange blue aura. "Well?! Where's your bloody loisance, eh?!" This was getting weird, and what was that about needing an interdimensional travel license?

"Silence your answer?! Well I'll show you for trespassin' on Equestrian grounds!" He suddenly got off the trike and flung it off somewhere as the equine began charging you. You really had no clue what was happening, but you didn't want to get beaten, so you ran. Once it seemed as though you lost the hostile pony, you hid in an alleyway behind a trash bin, wiping some sweat off your brow.

Then suddenly again, an equine in a police uniform emerged from the bin next to you, covered in garbage. "Oi, you there, stranger! Where's your bloody 'runnin' from police' loisance, eh?!" God here we go again... Springing back to your feet, you quickly left the shouting pony behind. "You can't run from the Canterlot Yard you bloody trespassin' ..." You couldn't hear the rest of his rant as you ran down the street.

As you were running, another one of them suddenly appeared out of a manhole shouting vulgarities at you, revealing the awful stench from his hiding place. Covering your nose, you didn't stop for a second, even when your lungs were screaming for air. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you tried to speed dial your friend Dave, but the phone didn't have service, which made sense now that you thought about it, there were no telephone poles or towers.

Finally stopping at a fountain after it seemed like nobody could pop out of no where anymore, you gasped for breath and splashed your face with the cold water. There was something, no, somebody beneath the surface. "Oi! Where's your fockin' loisance for that unidentified communications devoice'?!" He surfaced out of the water as you gasped in surprise, trying to keep running.

However, fate had other plans. Right as you were stammering to your feet, it seemed as if clones of the same brown pony in police uniform left every crack, trashbin, to even materializing out of thin air! They were all shouting in sync: "Oi, you there, stranger! Where's your interdimensional travel loisance?!" In a near deafening cacophony of British accents. There was no where left to run, they were all taking out sticks or threateningly wagging them at you as they crept closer.

"Where's your bloody fockin' loisance you wankah?!" They all shouted in a synchronized fashion once again, now lunging and jumping at you, and hitting you with their tiny sticks. Every strike against your bare skin didn't really hurt all that much, doing nothing more than sting a little, but damn you were getting hit a lot! You tried getting back up, but the sheer weight of hundreds of tiny vulgar ponies lying on top of you made that an impossible task.

You blacked out...

Celestia was wary of the recent reports from her interdimensional guards ponies, who for some reason call themselves simple police officers from a "Canterlot Yard", which didn't actually exist. The newest report was about a tall bipedal being that appeared in the middle of central Canterlot, scaring ponies into hiding.

Initially, the strange tall being was detained in a dungeon, but was later moved to a more accommodating living quarters. It was unknown how the being had appeared in Canterlot in the first place, but it was later determined that his appearance was entirely by accident or out of his control. Simply meaning, she was going to have to prepare another interdimensional spell to send them back to where they came from. Thankfully, every being that enters a new dimension, has the imprint of the dimension they left, meaning sending them back was actually pretty simple.

Now, getting the spell to work? That was an entirely different issue altogether...