Escape from Canterlot Gardens

Chapter 4

(3 months after chapter 2)

"Hey Spike, come here." called spike's "benefactor", twilia.

He always figured that his internal clock had always woke him up particularly early, a throwback to his many days of runnin' from the po-po, but his incessant "caretaker" had the nasty habit of waking up far earlier than he, therefore feeling the need to awaken him from his slumber as well.

"Yes.... Mistress." Spike answered, Rarity had suggested that he'd 'settle into his subjugative role', so Twilia had set in place a small set of rules, one being that he wasn't to address her by her name, but rather "Mistress".

"How are you this morning?"

'Other than I'm a slave, and living with a fucking asshole, I'm doin' fucking fantastic.'

"I'm well." He lied.

"Good, because Rebecca is having problems with her workload and needs some help."

"......"

"Sooo, I'm sending you to assist her." She said in a matter-of-factly tone.

Now, a little while ago, Sam would have hurled a myriad of insults, or a wave of disagreement.

"Alright."

"...Alright?" Twilia asked expectantly, honestly expecting more of a fight.

"Alright... Mistress." He almost snapped at her.

"Wow, your behavior has really improved." She said proud of the achievement.

"Yeah, I guess it did." He said sarcastically.

"Well then, you'll find her on the south side of town, look for a abnormally small strato-nimbus hovering close to the ground." She informed him, seeming either to not pick up on his response or ignore it all together.

"......" Sam looked confused

"*sigh* A cloud." She responded. " Alright, this is your first job outside the house, stay safe."

"Sure." He said lazily as he closed the door to the tree house.

Almost instantly he was bombarded by intense rays of sunlight, trees were swaying in the breeze, flowers were blooming and it wasn't even spring it was like fuckin' September.

'It's almost like the world doesn't care for your plight, makes you absolutely livid doesn't it.' Sam's brain voiced.

'Fuck you, and Fuck the world.' Sam thought angrily asks he ignored the looks he was getting, angry, fearful, lustful, etc.

'Ohhh, that's another coin for the swear jar. *clink* *clink* what are we up to now, 5, 6, carry the one *indistinct counting* one-hundred million twenty-two hundred thousand six-hundred and twenty-four bits.' His brain stated.

Sam stood still, did he really curse that much?

*flashback*

"Alright Sam, were gonna have you show us how far you can count. Is that okay?" A CG scientist asked. To which Sam simply nodded.

"Wun, two, thwee, foor, five, six, seven...." Sam looked puzzled, he had just went over all of these yesterday, how could forget, his small mind went round and round trying to come up with something, after 12 minutes of fierce thinking on his part he finally uttered something.

"Um, ten?"

"No, it's eight." The doctor stated with a sigh.

Sam hadn't felt actual anger because he was just an X year old, what would he know about anger but something in his head told him that 'we have words for what you're feeling.' So Sam dug deep and poof.

"Fuck." Sam whispered.

The doctor-scientist did a 180 at what was said. "What?" She asked.

"Fuck, I dunno." He repeated much louder.

The medic with a doctorate in science gasped. "Sam where did you learn such language?"

"I-I dunno." He said sensing something was wrong.

The woman whose mother pushed her towards medical school rather than her original choice to be a hairstylist (which is a very lucrative business, thank you very much.)and fell in love with the wilds of science, so she figured 'why not mix the two' rushed from the room, possibly to get the other doctor-scientists.

By then Sam knew he got in trouble and said what came naturally.

"...Shit.."

*end flashback*

'Damn' he thought 'maybe I do curse too much.'

..........

'Fuck it, I've had a hard life.' He casually thought.

*clink*

'Goddamnit.'

As Sam rounded a corner, talking or rather, bitching could be heard.

"You have to do what we say, shorty." An annoying voice said in a Jesting manner.

"Yeah, Pip-shit." An equally shitty voice added.

Against his better judgement, he got closer. Close enough to see the scene, to see two girls standing over what seemed to be a guy who was writhing on the floor.

"why can't ya just leave me alone." 'Pipsqueak' cried. "Iv' done no wrong 'ere."

'Another guy.' Sam thought.

.........

'....You have no sense of self preservation do you?' His brain retorted.

'No sir' he answered as he sprang from his space to intervene, he walked up without a word as the girls noticed him.

"like, who are you supposed to be?" The first girl asked sporting a tiara atop light purple locks with a white streak on the left in her hair. "Sliver, isn't this the new slave." She asked the appropriately named girl behind her.

"Yeah, that's the guy that destroyed half of town when he and Rainbow....whatever, fought." Silver answered, to which tiara girl grinned smugly.

"Well, well, it's a good thing you found me before I found you." She said as she approached him standing half a head shorter than him, wearing a Sundress and shiteating grin. "My name's Diamond Rich, daughter of Franklin Rich, the richest man in all of equis, and you are?" She asked as Sam walked passed her and tended to the boy.

"Are you hurt, did they do anything to you?" He asked in a unconcerned voice, to which the boy shook his head.

Angry that the boy had ignored her she did a 180 to confront him. "Hey, I was talking to you." She informed him." I don't know what shithole you come from but you'd do well to, like, acknowledge your betters here." She spat.

"Stand up and wipe your tears." Sam told the small boy. And small he was, standing at a threatening 4'2 the boy was rather gnome-like as he complied with Sam's command. Sam then turned around and faced the girl.

"As you asked, my name's not important, what is important is that you leave this man alone." Sam said as he partially transformed his hand into claws. "Or shits gonna take a rather drastic turn."

"Like, who the fuck do you think you are?" She asked seriously. "My daddy can have you hung and quartered before you have time to scratch your balls." Diamond said angrily, to which Sam did the gentlemanly thing and scratched his nuts through his loose jeans.

"What now?" He said as he pointed his claws in her direction.

"tch." Was Diamond's only reply as she subconsciously backed up, but soon smiled as she looked at the boy behind Sam. "Looks like this creep bought you some time Pip, c'mon Silver." She said as the terrified girl followed.

As Sam watched them run, he could practically feel the awe radiating behind him.

"Wow, thanks mate." The boy said as Sam turned to face him.

"Yeah, I know, I'm awesome.... It's a burden." Sam said while absentmindedly cleaning his ear. "So kid, what's your story?" Sam asked.

"The name's Pip Remington, but most just call me Pipsqueak." The boy told him.

"I see why, how old are you, guy?" Sam asked.

"I've been told I'm 10, I am." Pip said in his cockney accent. "but, who're you?"

"I'm Sam, but the people call me Spike." Sam told the boy.

"Thanks Sam, Diamond just thinks because her dad is rich and bought his freedom that she can push e'eryone around." Pip said with a frown. " But you didn't 'ave to do that mate, no doubt she'll be comin' afta you now." He said seriously.

"That doesn't matter, just know we gotta have each others backs, if you have any more problems with her, I live in the library, so come get me." Sam said as he walked away. "See you around, Pip."

"Later, Sam." Pip said as he watched the boy leave.

Satisfied with the ground he cleared Sam slowed down to a brisk walk, to take in where he was.

Another faceless residential area.

"This is the fifth time I've seen that house, why is nothing marked, no street signs, no nothing." Sam said quietly to himself, unaware of the eyes watching him.

"Hey." Said a disembodied voice

"What?" Replied another.

"See that kid there?" The voice said "were gonna fuck him up."

"Hmm, alright I'm game."

Sam, still unaware, carried on.

"Where the fuck is this low strato.... Whatever thing anyway?" He muttered.

'Okay, kid, use your head, a cloud.... Now where do you find those?' His brain asked expectantly.

Sam, realizing his mistake, slowly shifted head up, in time to see low rain cloud just over head. As he began to question just what the hell it was doing, a low rumble from the cloud shook him from his stupor.

"What the fu-" is all he got out before thunder and lightning erupted from the cloud, creating a singe mark on the ground, and effectively spooking the shit out if him.

With a terrified, almost feminine, shriek
Sam fell backwards, still screaming well after he hit the ground.

After a few seconds of serious screeching, he stopped to catch his breath, that's when he heard the laughter.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Rebecca asked the still disembodied voice while sitting on the cloud.

"Fuckin' classic, hanging out with you is the same as ever." The voice responded.

As they laughed, a rock pelted Rebecca to the side of the head, getting a little 'ow' in the process.

"REBECCA, YOU SHORT BITCH YOU, BRING THAT ASS HERE!" Sam yelled from the ground.

"Hey Dash, is that little asshole talking to you?" The voice said, a little perturbed that he was as disrespectful for a slave.

"it's just one of my friends' slaves who thinks he's people." Rebecca responded while nursing her minor wound.

"He does, does he? Well we'll have to fix that." The voice said with a heavily implied grin.

Sam was mad, like 'walk in the house and find all of your cookie dough ice cream eaten.' Mad, when she got down there she was gonna get a foot so far up her ass, his shoelaces were gonna wrap around her brain.

He watched the cloud diligently, waiting for Rebecca to descend. He watched as someone fell from the cloud, with the sun in his eye, he had a split second to roll out of the way as not-Dash tried to crush him with her large feet.

"What the dick?" Sam said in alarm. As he looked up to see whoever this, and was in awe.

Standing at 6'4, 212 pounds of solid muscle, combat boots, green cargo pants, a black sports bra which was struggling to keep her ample bust contained, and taloned hands within fingerless gloves.

"You're a dick, and that was meant to kill you." She said in a gruff voice.

"Oh great, Rebecca's butch girlfriend." Sam said sarcastically, as he got to his feet.

"If I told you I went both ways, would you believe me?" She said while licking her lips.

"I don't know whether to be surprised or worried." He said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." She replied preparing to lunge at him, only to be stopped by Dash at the last second.

"Woah, woah, time out!" Dash yelled. "He's annoying, but you can't just kill him."

"Dash, what the hell is this?" Sam asked angrily gesturing towards his assailant.

"Whoa, 'Dash'?" She said incredulously. "It seems this little fucker needs to learn some manners." She said with a glare.

"Chill, chill." Dash said, trying to calm them down. "Spike, this is my BF, Gilda." Dash explained.

"Wow Dash, I kind of knew she was weird, but I didn't know you swung that way." Sam said sarcastically.

"I mean Best Friend, and I play for both teams, dickhead." She said in a matter of factly manner.

'no shortage of bi-bitches here.' Sam thought to himself.

"Well, 'Dash'." Sam said with emphasis on her name. "Twilia sent me to help you, so whatdya want?"

"Well, Spike." She said mimicking him. "I just wanted to see if you'd hang out." She said quietly.

"What!/?" Spike deadpanned while Gilda exclaimed.

"You can't be serious, Rebecca." Gilda said with a sneer.

"Twlia said you needed help with work, but If not, Im'ma have to agree with big butch on that, Dash." Sam said as Gilda tightened her jaw.

"Maybe I'll be more agreeable when I skull rape you." She said as she made to grab him, only for him to slap her hands.

"WOAH, it's 50 to touch, bitch." He said as he backed away with a defiant smirk, as Gilda prepared to rip him limb from limb, Dash stood in her way, yet again.

"Fine, it's cool, it's not like you're old enough to hang with us bi-bitches anyway." Dash said, to which Sam stopped dead in his tracks.

What're you doing?" Gilda whispered.

"Relax, this shits gonna be hilarious." Dash whispered back.

It was one thing to insult him, but- "You sayin' I'm little?" He really didn't like being called a boy.

"I'm just sayin' that it's cool if you don't want to do big kid stuff just yet." She said, playing on his childishness.

Sure enough, Sam began to walk back towards them, ignoring the glare Gilda shot him.

"What kinda shit we talkin here?"

"This is a terrible idea." Sam deadpanned.

Here he stood on top of city hall, with Dash and Gilda flanking him, butt-ass naked in a bobsled.

"Relax cornball, it's perfectly safe." Dash said stifling a snicker.

"Safe? how is this safe!?!?" Sam exclaimed.

"Because we can fly, dumbass." Said Gilda as she kicked the back of the bobsled, Sam rocketed of the roof and into the air.

Now, you'd assume that he'd just fly away, that his newly found wings would carry him to safety and freedom.

And as he smashes into the ground below, a heap of wood and flesh. I'd have you know that you're wrong.

"......."

"..Huh, I guess he can't handle flying yet.... Shit." She said as she flew down to investigate.

As Sam laid there he began to question why he hasn't burnt this town to the ground.

'Because, not only would you'd be stopped immediately, but you'd also probably beaten half to death.... Again.' His conscious responded.

'Hey, it's not like I couldn't-'

"Psst, Spike." A voice whispered from seemingly right beside him, he turned his head from his face down position to look into the baby blue eyes of Pinkie, whose head pretty much sprouted from the ground.

"What the fuck?" He asked, not really sure if this was really happening.

" Hey, language." She corrected "Also don't trust Gilda, she's a meanie." Pinkie warned him.

"Oh, word?" Sam asked. "I hadn't noticed 'cause I was too busy being pushed off a building." He said sarcastically.

They were alerted to Dash wings flapping as she got closer.

"I was never here." Pinkie hissed as she disappeared back down the hole she made.

"Hey, Spike, you alright." Dash said sounding slightly worried. "That was a hell of a bail."

"Spare me, if you were really worried, I wouldn't be down here." He said as he got to his feet.

Kinda glad that he at least survived that, Dash relaxed. "Aww, what kinda friend would I be if I wasn't at least a little worried." She said coolly.

"You're a friend?" He says quizzically.

At that moment, Gilda flew down to meet them. "Wow, you're alive." Gilda said flatly. "I was sure that would kill you, guess you're not that big of a dweeb." She said admittedly impressed.

"Thanks, I know I'm- wait, that was supposed to kill me!" Sam said in rising anger.

"Yeah, but you're alive aren't ya, I'm outta here." She said as she flew off. "Nice cock, by the way!" She said prompting Sam to cover his Manhood.

Dash sighed. "Well it was cool hanging with you, but I gotta jet." She said as she turned to leave. "If it makes you feel better, Your cock is pretty nice." She said as she flew off leaving him to blush in flustered anger.

"What the hell am I doing with my life?" He asked himself as he watched them fly off.

"I don't know, whatever we tell you to, I guess." Pinkie said cropping up next to him.

"Can you not make a habit of that?" Sam said in an exasperated manner.

"Silly Billy, you don't have a choice." She said with a giggle.

" Oh yeah." He said as if he just remembered. " Oh, and what the hell were you on about just then?" He asked.

"Hmm, OH YEAH!" She suddenly exclaimed as she suddenly grabbed his hand and started running at a breakneck speed, Sam was surprised that behind her somewhat chubby frame lay enough speed to blur his vision, and enough power to do this while carrying his naked frame, it continued like this until she suddenly stopped behind a bush, giving Sam the queue to empty his lunch on a nearby tree.

"Look at this, Spike." She said as she crouched behind the bush and looked out it's mysteriously made window.

" At *dry heave* what?" He asked between gasps, he viewed the scene as Ponyville's Marketplace, a place where he was not a few weeks ago, women were walking back and forth looking for things to buy, and it looked like an auction was underway at this moment, some poor bastards like Sam himself were having their life sold and bartered for.

"If you wanted to demoralize me, it won't work." He tearfully assured her.

"No, dummy, over there." Pinkie directed his vision to Gilda, walking through the market, looking around.

"So fucking what." Sam said tiredly. "This couldn't wait until I was dressed?" He asked.

"Again, Language, and you are dressed." She said without looking at him.

Sam looked down to see this was indeed true. 'Huh?' He thought. 'Did we get dressed?'

'it's the first I'm hearing of it.' His conscious answered.

As Sam and Pinkie watched, Gilda did a myriad of terrible things: like steal an Apple, and... Uhh...... Look that's pretty bad in it's own right (do you know how much apples cost these days, it's fucked up).

"See, look, she's a rudey pitudey." Pinkie exclaimed.

" Look, Pinkie." Sam began as he turned to look at her. "Let's say I care about this Gods forsaken backwater town, stealing a lone Apple isn't all that ba-"

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING, YOU FUCKING SPAZ!" Sam heard Gilda say from the bush, Sam turned back to an eye widening sight.

There lay Fluretta, a flock of ducks surrounding her as she got to her feet. "Oh, I'm sorry, I should've watched whe-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU'VE GOT SOME FUCKING NERVE BITCH, I WILL SHIT IN YOU, AND WIPE MY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKING BLOUSE!" Gilda interrupted as she pushed Fluretta away, Fluretta ain't built for that shit, so she flew off, crying.

" YEAH, YOU BETTER FUCKIN RUN, YOU LITTLE SHITBAG!" Gilda yelled, effectively making a scene, before flying off herself.

Pinkie gasped "She's a bigger meanie then we thought, making Shy cry like that, why I oughta throw her a party right now." She said in upset voice.

"Fuck a party."

"eh?" Pinkie said as she looked at Sam, gone was the cynical fag she'd arrived with and in his place stood what might as well been a monster. "You alright there, Spikey?" She asked as he started mumbling to himself.

"Oh that shit won't fucking do." He said, Fluretta, was the only, only woman to ever show him kindness, and this bitch, this FUCKING FLAMING DYKE, had the gall to say anything but sorry to her, as her huge meat-hook hand shoved that fragile angel.

'Now Sam, I know what you're thinking and it won't work, she's too strong for you.' His brain began.

"Fuck that, that girl has a heart of fucking gold, and I won't see it stomped for no reason, she has to fucking go!" He thought/said as his wings appeared and he prepared for flight.

"Wut?" Pinkie asked, but he was off, possibly to go do another thing he didn't think about.

"........Oh...... He could die couldn't he?" She thought as she stood there, before rushing to go get Twilia.