This is why you should never summon adventurous to Equestria.

Chapter 1: A Not-So-Open-Door Policy

King slouched on the throne, observing the wreckage surrounding him. The room was a mess, with broken pillars and shattered glass scattered about. Outside, the royal guard had surrounded the castle, but he knew they couldn't stop him. He needed to find a way out, and his gaze settled on a magnificent phoenix perched in the corner of the room. Engaging in a staring contest with the bird, he hoped to elicit some kind of response.

"You wouldn't happen to know the way out of here?" he asked.

The phoenix responded by turning its head to the side and letting out a small caw.

King sighed. "Where is that sex-crazed bard when you need her? Probably in the brothel or something…" he muttered.

He turned to the stallion in the corner of the room, who had been given a black eye as punishment for not following directions. Though the stallion had given him some useful information, the man found the creature's overall presence irritating. "Blue–" he began to say, but was interrupted by a loud voice outside.

"This is the royal guard! We have the place surrounded! Immediately surrender and release your hostage!"

King paid little attention to their warning. "Blue, can you stop crying for a few seconds? I only hit you twice," he said to the pony, who continued to whimper in the corner. He thought to himself that maybe he had used his visage too much. "Oh well. Hopefully I didn't break the guy's mind. That spellcaster could have been useful; I think she had calm emotions."

As he gazed at the broken stained glass windows depicting the castle’s history, he noticed the persistence of the guards. "Nine hells, they’re annoying," he muttered. He looked back at Blueblood, recalling that the creature was a unicorn, a race he found odd but new. Jumping dimensions wasn't new to him, but this was not a place he had been before.

As King rose to his feet, he declared, "It's time to go." He walked out onto the balcony, now holding the whimpering Blueblood over his shoulder.

"By the goddesses' tits!" he exclaimed as he took in the breathtaking view for the first time. "Are we on a fucking mountain?" He marveled at the mixture of urban and rural landscape that extended for miles beyond the castle's confines.

His moment of peace was short-lived as he noticed the army of guards closing in from all directions. He couldn't help but smirk as he observed the humanoid ponies around him. "If you removed those weird-looking ears, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart from humans, other than the odd hair color," he muttered under his breath. He glanced at his hostage, a blonde-haired stallion in a white suit with an unusual tattoo that he had been informed was called a cutie mark. "You're a good example of their strangeness," he said to Blueblood, who continued to whimper and cling to him.

Before King could think any further, he was interrupted by the loud stallion who seemed to be giving him orders. "Put down Blueblood, take several steps back, put your hands on your head and lay on your back," the stallion shouted.

It took the man only a few seconds to find the pony using some kind of magic to amplify his voice. As he looked down at him, he saw a blue-haired knight in full armor, with an emblem of a six-sided star on it. King hated to admit it, but the knight was very good-looking; almost beautiful. From his short time here, every creature seemed to be attractive, even the males. The brothels were probably having a field day somewhere.

He leaned over on the balcony, looking bored, and slightly hanging Blueblood over the edge because of the angle. As soon as the guards saw this, they tensed up. He could even see some of the pegasi calculating whether or not, if he dropped Blueblood, they would be fast enough to catch him.

He then noticed the spellcasters' hands glowing, most likely holding spells for a quick rescue, but he had a tight grip on Blueblood. The only way he would fall to the ground was if King let him.

"No thanks; I'm not in the mood for surrendering!” he called with a smile. “But I'll grant you the mercy of allowing you all to surrender to me! I promise to treat my prisoners humanely!"

He knew that if his party were here, they would disagree with that assessment of his treatment of captives. But the look on the royal guards' faces was absolutely hilarious. They looked shocked, surprised and disbelieving.

This act of defiance in the face of overwhelming odds gave King a few good minutes to survey the landscape more closely. He could easily see that there was a crowd of more ponies gathered outside of the castle, as this balcony was designed to be a central point where the leaders could address the citizens. Even now, he could see a gathering of ponies just beyond the limits of the Royal Guard's perimeter, most likely there to trap him.

"Perfect! I'm giving the citizens a show," King thought to himself. He knew that the Royal Guards and even the princesses wouldn't be able to keep this under wraps. Hopefully, they'd not be too angry about the embarrassment he was about to give them. It wasn’t the first time he'd embarrassed a soldier, after all.

With his plan already in mind, he looked back down towards the stallion who seemed to be talking to somebody. "Time to go!" King announced, abruptly cutting off the stunned stallion.

Without further warning, he hurled himself towards the ground, with Blueblood's terrified screams echoing behind him. Four pegasi scrambled to catch them, but it was already too late. "Should've acted quicker," King thought, as he plummeted downwards.

The four winged creatures reached for King, but he didn't wait for them to make contact. Just as he neared the ground, he defied gravity and began to float downwards, gently carrying Blueblood with him.

The pegasi were taken aback by King's sudden maneuver and two of them crashed into other guards, while the other two managed to come to a jolting stop mid-air.

King barely registered the chaos he had caused, striding past the fallen guards without a second thought. "Ha! That was a blast, right, Blueblood?" he taunted, only to be met with a silent and trembling stallion.

He started to walk towards the legion of ponies, smiling smugly at the captain. "Hey, cutie."

The captain was taken aback and started to blush slightly before hearing a couple of giggles from his fellow soldiers. The look the stallion's face bore was nothing short of pure hatred and spite as he pointed his blade towards the creature.

King snorted. "If you dare, I will strike you down for your insolence."

The pony waited with his blade raised, ready to defend himself.

"I'm going to keep walking. You are either going to strike at me and risk hitting Blue, or you're going to let me pass."

Before the stallion even had a chance to respond, King continued to walk. The stallion raised his blade but didn't strike, allowing the creature to walk right past him.

As the stallion gritted his teeth, he knew that he couldn't take the chance of hitting Blueblood. His princess would not blame him for protecting the city in her absence, but the loss of her nephew would weigh heavily on her, and he did not want to be the one to tell her it was his fault, even partly, for the loss. Even if she wouldn't blame him, he would still blame himself.

"Let him pass," he ordered.

As the other soldiers heard the command, they immediately moved out of the way of the creature. The man could see the anger, spite, and even a hint of helplessness in their eyes, knowing that they couldn't strike down the arrogant creature that was making them all look like fools.

King seemed to revel in their hatred and disgust. Those who knew him were familiar with his habit of riling people up to force a reaction out of them; usually not a good one. It had caused him and his party trouble more times than he could count, but it was a habit he had not been able to break since he was a child.

With a cruel grin, he decided to rub some salt into the wounds of his captors. "Happy to see my little ponies today. Being locked in the dungeon for two days has made me stir-crazy," he taunted, his laughter echoing through the courtyard as he approached the gates. "Come on now, I don't have all day. Lower the bridge."

Despite his provocation, the soldiers remained rooted in their ranks, wary of the fearsome reputation of the man before them. They had learned their lesson after the first few royal guards who had attempted to stop him from escaping his prison ended up collapsing after just one punch. Their golden armor had been no match for his incredible strength.

If he had to grade their combat prowess, he would have given them a solid C-; they were effective in groups, but individually, they were nothing but jokes. He could easily take on ten of them at a time without breaking a sweat, and he didn't even have to use any of his ki.

Though, to be fair, he had made use of some of his magical items. It was amusing to watch their reactions to the tools of his trade. Surprisingly, most of his gear had been left with him, with the exception of his bag of holding, which he had managed to secure during his escape.

It was odd to him that the ponies in this world seemed to know so little about magical items, given the evident magical abilities and artifacts he had encountered so far. But he didn't dwell on that thought for long; he had bigger things to worry about than the ignorance of his captors.

The sound of crashing metal rang out in front of him as the drawbridge fell to the ground. As he stepped onto it, he could feel the wood settling beneath his feet. Two days of captivity had been too long.

"Well, it's been fun, but I’ll see you all later," he arrogantly sneered, already anticipating the freedom he’d just regained.

Suddenly, a bright flash and a loud boom erupted from a rune on the bridge. King braced himself as a magical flash bomb went off in front of him, blinding him.

As soon as his eyes adjusted, he found himself face-to-face with three pegasi charging towards him, all wearing blue outfits with a thunderbolt decal down the middle. One aimed for Blueblood, while the other two lunged for him.

Without hesitation, the white-maned one leaped towards Blueblood, wrapping her arms around the stallion. The orange-maned mare’s sweeping kick and navy-maned stallion’s punch were aimed straight for King.

He merely smirked and chuckled, "Back off."

The orange mare managed to dodge, but the white mare's arm was dislocated, and the stallion was slammed into the ground with incredible force, causing blood to spurt from his mouth.

The two Wonderbolts and the collected royal guard watched in shock as two dark emerald arms emerged from nowhere, surrounded by a band of smoke. King's smile widened as he taunted, "Surprise, you’ve forced me to spend some of my ki. Maybe I can have a little fun, after all."

Without wasting another second, King charged towards the orange one with a flurry of punches, forcing her to backpedal.

The white mare swiftly clambered back onto her feet, and with a quick burst of speed, she rammed into King with a flying tackle, taking him by surprise.

He quickly regained his composure and grabbed her, throwing her off of the other side of the bridge, causing her to hit the ground hard.

The stallion jumped in to attack, but King sidestepped and delivered a vicious kick to his side, sending him crashing off the bridge.

The royal guard had seen enough. They drew their weapons and rushed towards the man, ready to take him down.

As they approached, the smoke surrounding King's arms began to coalesce, forming a dense fog that obscured him from view.

His fist slammed into the bridge, collapsing it with one shot. In the chaos, he vanished without a trace, leaving behind only the sound of his laughter echoing through the air. Frustrated, the royal guard realized that their target had once again slipped away.

The guard captain quickly moved to the edge of the collapsed bridge to locate the target, but before he could do so, the orange-maned mare flew down to him. "Captain Shining Armor, what happened? The ambush was perfect."

Shining looked impatient. "Was the information you gave us faulty, Spitfire?"

Spitfire wanted to give the captain a piece of her mind, but years of military training gave her a greater level of self-control. "We didn't know he had that kind of magic. He used it to force us away from him."

“The report said the creature had no sign of magic,” the white-maned mare added as she flew over with the unconscious stallion. "That monster dislocated my arm and then summoned some kind of evil-looking arm thing. We had no idea he had that ability. But we can yell at each other about our failures later. Right now, we need to secure Blueblood and capture that creature."

Spitfire let out a breath of irritation. "Thank you, Fleetfoot. If you would, please take Soarin to a healer?”

Fleetfoot nodded. “I’ll make sure to do so. In the meantime, I saw him grab Blueblood again when he collapsed the bridge.”

Shining nodded, his expression turning grim. "Then we need to move quickly. He won't have gone far with his hostage. Spread out and search the surrounding area. I want every available guard on this. We cannot let him escape again."

The royal guards quickly dispersed, fanning out in different directions to search for any sign of the man and his captive. Spitfire and Fleetfoot took to the skies, scanning the area from above, while the other guards combed through every nearby house and building.

After half an hour of searching, Fleetfoot and Spitfire landed near Shining Armor, frustration etched on their faces. "We lost him, sir," Fleetfoot groaned, her voice filled with annoyance.

Shining scowled. "We can't keep letting this happen. We need to find him before he does something even worse!"

Spitfire nodded in agreement. "We'll keep searching, sir. We won't give up until we find him and bring Blueblood back."

Shining nodded. "Good. We'll continue the search, but we need to be careful. This man is dangerous and unpredictable. Keep your guard up."

The royal guard continued their search throughout the night, but there was no sign of the man or his captive. They searched every square inch of the surrounding area, but it was as if they had vanished into thin air.

Shining Armor returned to his office, dreading the letter he had to write to the princess. "How am I going to tell her that some alien creature came and took her nephew? We have to go help, but we have to do so quietly. This embarrassment will go down in the history books as the day an entire battalion of stallions was easily escaped by a creature that had started the day locked in the dungeons. This is not going to reflect well on us." Feeling frustrated and helpless, he lowered his head into his hooves.

Suddenly, his door burst open and a young stallion rushed in, panting heavily. "Captain, we found something! A witness who saw the creature and the prince!"

Shining Armor jumped up from his desk, suddenly feeling a surge of hope. "Where is this witness? Bring them to me at once!"

The stallion nodded eagerly and hurried out of the room to fetch the witness. Shining Armor waited anxiously for the knock at his door. "Come in," he called out, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

The door opened to reveal a middle-aged mare, looking frazzled and scared. "You're the captain of the guard?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Shining Armor nodded, motioning for her to come closer. "Yes, I am. Please, tell me what you know about the creature and the prince."

The mare took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I was walking home from the market when I saw a dark figure dragging a young stallion towards the forest. I couldn't see the creature's face, but it had these strange, glowing eyes. It was like nothing I've ever seen before!"

Shining Armor listened intently, feeling a sense of unease growing in his chest. "Did you see where they went?"

The mare shook her head, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, I didn't. I was too scared to follow them. But I heard them talking. The creature said something about taking the prince to Ponyville."

Shining Armor's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Thank you for your help. Please, return to your home and stay there until we can ensure your safety."

The mare nodded and quickly hurried out of the room, leaving Shining Armor to ponder his next move. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to save the prince and capture the creature. But he also knew that they had to be careful; he didn't know what kind of powers or abilities the creature might have.

As he began to formulate a plan, he heard another knock at his door. "Come in," he called out, hoping it was good news this time.

The door opened to reveal a group of royal guards, all looking grim and determined. "Captain, we're ready to launch an attack on the creature's location. We've gathered our best warriors and we're ready to fight to the death if necessary."

Shining Armor nodded, feeling grateful for their loyalty and bravery. "Thank you, sirs. We'll move out at once. We must rescue the prince and capture the creature before it's too late."

With that, the royal guards set out on their mission, prepared to do whatever it took to protect their kingdom and their princess.

As Blueblood opened his eyes, he saw that he was on a train with a terrible headache. "Where am I?" he asked, attempting to remember what had happened. He only vaguely remembered going on another one of his benders and passing out drunk somewhere.

He kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, before a voice rang out with a hint of arrogance and cynicism. "Well, to my memory, you're still my hostage," the voice said.

Blueblood's eyes shot open to see the man who had taken him, casually eating a chocolate bar. "You want some?" he offered.

Blueblood screamed and passed out again. King shrugged his shoulders, knowing that he had at least a couple more hours until he reached his destination. "Ponyville… How interesting," he muttered to himself as he took another bite of chocolate and looked out the train window