The barred iron door slammed behind you as you took in the sight of the cell in which you had been dumped. It was dirt brown all around and looked like something you could dig your way out of if you had a spork. Why a spork? Because sporks are cool. The two creatures that had dragged you down here began talking amongst themselves as they went on their merry way. You could still hardly believe it, talking horses? What the actual flying fuck? You must really be losing it... Alright, reality check. Who, what, why, when and where are you?
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You are an ordinary young lad, not exactly a model, but not too shabby looking either, with your semi-long light red hair, your lightly toned body from all the soda crates you move everyday and your decent height of a 176 centimeters. You live an ordinary life, with a few friends and a decent job flipping burgers at the local burger place. All in all, life is pretty good.
Your name? Anonymous. You never understood your parents either, but that is your name, and you’re sticking with it.
It had been another tiring day at Larry’s Burger House, but you were finally off and looked forward to getting back home and hitting the shower. You swear, if you didn’t actually move, the local hobos might mistake you for a giant burger with the way you smelled right now.
It still didn’t guarantee that you wouldn’t be mobbed by a bunch of hungry, hungry hobos. So you quickly moved along the road, opting to cut through the local park.
As you walked through the gates, you were greeted by the lush park bathed in the burning orange light of the setting sun. You couldn’t help but stop and look for a bit as a gentle breeze blew by, getting stronger... And stronger, and that crackling sound doesn’t sound like the local wildlife. You turned around and saw a floating orb of light, it was as if it halted in its tracks the moment you looked at it.
The epic staredown continued for a while, until you finally took a step backwards... The bloody thing moved a step as well! Two steps, three steps... And you ran like a little girl would from the local rapists. But the darn thing smelled burgers and planned on devouring you whole, you were sure about it! The exit, almost out. You put all your strength into your legs as you bolted for the gate, your apartment complex being just across the road from it. Feeling overconfident you dared a look behind you and yeah, it was still following you at an alarming pace. Wait, why is everything suddenly upside down? In your moment of stupidity, you had missed the bottle on the road in front of you and was now busy spinning in the air, and just as suddenly as it began, the spinning stopped. Instead all you saw was white light flashing faster and faster before you had to shut your eyes. And then it all stopped, you dared to open your eyes, only to see the ceiling of some weird room before finally registering the feeling of falling down. With a mighty splash you landed in what looked like a fountain with a horse sculpture on the top spewing out water from its mouth and down on your head... At least you got your bath.
Getting up from the fountain, you wiped the water and rose petals that was in said water out of your eyes, and moved your soaked hair aside to get a proper look at where you were. It looked like the inside of the palace from Disney’s Aladdin with lots of golden decorations and colorful curtains, as well as a ton of pastel colored horses everywhere... Staring at you with shocked looks on their faces that you didn’t think was even possible for a horse. They seemed to be in the middle of eating, sitting by a long table with lots of plates on it. You were trying to make out what it was they were eating when something shocked you to the very core.
“ONE MILLION YEARS DUNGEON!”
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Right, that was what had happened... The horse had talked, you couldn’t believe it... THE HORSE TALKED! What the bloody fuck is going on here! One moment you’re being chased by hungry light orbs and then suddenly you’re flippin’ jailed for taking a bath in their stupid fountain! Fucking horses! In frustration, you kicked the door... And it opened... Not one to miss out on a chance like this, you ran out and down the hall in the opposite direction of where you came from. No need to get yourself tossed back in the slammer after all.
You made sure to check around every corner as you slowly made your way down the hallway you were currently in. The wall on your left seemed to be lined with nothing but empty cells and on the right, it occasionally broke off into other corridors which you had no intentions of going down for now. After all, all the cells were equipped with windows, small ones, but windows nonetheless. Meaning that you only had that bloody wall between you and freedom, so you hoped that there might be an exit further down this hall.
You reach another branching path and slowly peek around the corner, spotting five guards busy playing something that looks like a children's card game. You quickly rolled across the floor and made it to the other side without alarming them, but as you rose up from the ground you accidentally elbowed an empty can on the barrel next to you.
“Wait! Did you hear that!?” One of the guards yelled.
“Yeah, I heard you activating my trap card, you sore loser...”
“No, not that! I heard something over there!”
Oh shit! Gotta think fast!
“Meow~! Meow~!”
“Relax my friend, it’s just one of those mangy cats...”
“Oh... So where were we?”
Phew... Just barely made it out of that one. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and continued to stealthily make your way towards the exit, or at least you hoped so.
And that hope was hereby utterly crushed. Nothing but another stinking cell down here, though this one had a pedestal with something on it inside... Oh well, not any of your business after all. Guess you’ll just have to find another way out.
But just as you turned to leave, you heard ‘It’... An eerie female voice coming from the empty cell behind you.
“Come... I can help you...”
A shiver ran down your spine as you turned around to face the cell again. Still empty, unless you count the pedestal. But the last time you checked, pedestals didn’t talk... Then again, neither did horses.
Against your better judgment you tried opening the door, finding it to be unlocked, not that they’re that hard to open with brute force. Once inside, you find the pedestal to hold a bracelet that shone like moonlit silver, and on what you assumed to be the top of it, sat a jade green stone that seemed to be weaved into the bracelet.
“The bracelet, put it on,” the voice urged you on.
Should you really be listening to disembodied voices? Even if she did sound cute now that you listened properly... “Oh to hell with it.”
You grabbed the bracelet and put it over your right hand so that it came to rest on your wrist. Immediately after it began to glow brighter and brighter, and you also noticed that it felt cold as ice. After the light had died down and you regained your vision, you saw that the bracelet had somehow shrunk to fit your wrist perfectly, of course now you can’t get it off again...
After scrutinizing it for a bit, you tried shaking your arm to no result. Rubbing the gem stone... Nothing happened. Poking it repeatedly, still nothing. In the end you leaned in and tried whispering a quiet hello. Suddenly something grabbed each side of your head and two yellow orbs with red irises stared into your own. The sheer shock of it made you give out the manliest yelp in history as you tossed yourself backwards and slammed into the bars behind you.
In front of you stood the most peculiar creature you had ever seen. It seemed to be made of a mashed up animal shelter, if said shelter contained all sorts of weird creatures instead of dogs and cats. You could swear that it had the body of a pony, legs of both a goat and a giant reptile,like a dragon. It had both a giant eagle claw and a lions paw on its arms. And wings, it looked like a demon and an angel wing. Its head was also horse like, though its muzzle didn’t seem to be as long as the horses you knew of. and to top it all off, it had two horns, one of a goat and the other was an deer antler. Its long white mane swayed gently in the breeze that came from the window giving you the impression of a woman. Perhaps the voice you heard before belonged to this creature.
As if it knew what you were thinking, the creature flashed you what you could only describe as a seductive smile, its cute canines giving it a bit of a dangerous flair, “I am indeed the one who called you... Whatever you are.”
Well, she’s a female, no doubt about it. That seductive voice would have made any man turn his head if they heard it. It was thick as the sweetest honey with a hint of playfulness that would have made you imagine a hot redheaded minx of a woman, had it not belonged to this mishmash of creatures.
You got up from the ground and took a couple of steps forward, “I’m a Human... And you?”
She somehow floated over and inspected you, poking and prodding you as she swirled around you. Seemingly satisfied, she flew back to where she was before and somehow summoned a recliner with a snap from her lions paw, which she then plopped down in.
“I am a Draconequus, and I also happen to be the genie of the bracelet which you are currently the bearer of,” she said as she pointed a claw at said piece of jewelry, “You may call me Jennie.”
“Anonymous,” you curtly replied, giving a slight bow.
“So let me get this straight. You are a genie? The wish granting sort?”
“Why yes. Though, I do not fulfill wishes that I do not like or don’t feel like granting.”
“Ok... How many wishes do I have then?”
“Until I grow tired of you.”
You couldn’t help but to cock an eyebrow, “That’s quite vague.”
She let out a soft giggle, “You try being immortal, you’d get bored too. This is just my way of relieving said boredom.”
You were about to open your mouth and deliver the greatest comeback in the history of humankind, but none came to mind and you quickly closed it again so as to not get any flies inside.
But then it hit you, like a freight train would the drunken man who fell asleep on the tracks, “Can I wish myself back home?”
“That would be child's play for one as great as I.”
“Awesome! Then I wish for y-”
“Not gonna do it.”
“What? Why!?”
“Think, human. Think. I’ve been stuck in this cell for the past five generations of sultans! That’s almost five hundred years in this dinky cell! Unable to move because I had to be so foolish as to promise my last wielder that I would not create a contract with any other Equestrians outside of his lineage. But all of his descendants have been nothing but wet blankets, they all lacked the adventurous spirit that he had... But now my break has finally come!”
She got up from her recliner which immediately burst into a pack of rats which scoured out the bars and down the nearest hallway, she then flew over and jabbed her paw in your chest.
“You! With you, I don’t have to wait for the next sultan to grow some balls! I can finally go outside and see the world again, and you expect me to give that up?”
She was only inches from your face now, her eyes wide and desperate. You couldn’t help but feel for her, being stuck down here with nothing to do... Ah to hell with it all. You may lose your job at Larry’s, but that’s fine... It’s not everyday you get a chance like this.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Don’t even think of decli- Wait? You will?” She blinked, confusion clear in her eyes. It was obvious that she had expected you to put up more of a resistance than that.
“Well, sure. I can always get a new job back home. Only reason I worked there, was that it’s only a quick jog from my place. I was getting tired of flipping burgers everyday anyway... The smell of cooking grease is hard to get out of your clothes.”
A smile that was bigger than it had any right to be spread across her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement, “Then what are we wasting daylight for? Move it... Master~” She said those last words in a way that made it tingle all the way down your spine.
“You’ll hear no objections from me!”
You quickly ran out of the cell and down the hallway in front of you, Jennie floating right behind you. No need to take the path you came from, after all, seeing as there were guards down there.
“Halt! Criminal scum!”
Well, that was a bust. Turned out that the guard station was placed in the center of the area, with hallways in each of four directions for easy access to each cell block. You didn’t stop to stare but just legged it with all of your might, Jennie still floating behind you laughing with glee. Suddenly a bunch of guard burst out the hallway further down you path, effectively cutting off your escape routes.
“Fuck! I wish we could just get out of this stinkin’ Jail!”
The only thing you heard, was the snap of two fingers. Suddenly you felt that falling sensation again, but instead of a fountain, you landed on something soft which let out a muffled yelp. Rolling over, you figured that you were now on a bed... But whose bed? You slowly turned your head around and saw her. A light pink mare with a sapphire blue mane and tail. She was looking at you with her frightened light blue eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but you quickly leapt towards her and clamped it shut with your hands. Now the only sound in the room was your hard breathing from the ordeals you had just been through, and Jennies muffled laughter.
You looked around, noticing only the balcony ahead of you, as well as a door behind you.
What do you do?
Author's Note
Dice rolled this chapter:
Starting Point:
1:Canterlot
2:Everfree
3:Manehattan
4:Crystal Empire
5:Saddle Arabia
6:Las Pegasus
Roll D6.
Got a 5, starting in Saddle Arabia.
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Probability rolls.
1~4 = Epic Fail.
5~7 = Barely made it.
8~10 = Epic Win.
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Dungeon Guards.
Rolled a d10.
Got a 7 and barely made it.
First wish.
Rolled a d10.
Got a 6 and barely made it.
There you were, on top of a talking female horse, in said mares bed. Had it not been for the fact that the situation was currently rather grave, you would probably have laughed at the mere thought of it.
But still, you knew that something had to be done, but your mind kept drawing blanks. You were so absorbed in thoughts, trying to figure out the best way out of your current predicament, that you completely forgot that you were only restraining her mouth.
That’s when you felt it, the sudden blow to your head that could have knocked a hole through an armored tank. You flew clear off the bed and into the wall on the opposite side of the room, where a dresser decided to be nice and cushion the blow. You flopped lifelessly down on the floor, your vision white and both your head and back screaming in pain. Slowly you managed to get up and all four, leaning up the dresser and using it for support as you got into a sitting position. Rubbing your temples to ease away some of the pain, you failed to notice the sounds coming from above until it was too late. With a mighty crack you suddenly had half a flowerpot on each of your sides, the content of said pot being on top of your already aching head. Shaking it off only worsened the pain as you began seeing stars.
Kill her and drink her blood.
“Wait what? Who said that? And why would you even think to say something like that! I mean, good gods... I’m not some flippin’ vampire that sparkles in the bloody sun! I’d gain nothing by drinking her blood!”
You suddenly feel a paw on your shoulder and see that both Jennie and the sucker punching mare are looking at you with worry painted on their faces.
“I think you might have broken him.”
The mare on the bed let out a loud huff, “Well, it is hardly my fault! That thing assaulted me!”
Jennie blushed a bit as a sheepish smile formed on her lips, “That would be partly my fault... It has been five hundred years since I last granted any wishes.”
“Speaking of which. Why are you out of the dungeon? You know full well that the rules state that only the Sultan can form a pact with you. Even if you don’t like Arabian Nights, he is the only Equestrian that you are allowed to serve until our first son is born.”
“That’s just it, little mare. Anon here isn’t an Equestrian! He’s from an entirely different world, and thus I am free to form a pact with him.”
“What!? But, such a loop hole is-”
“Perfectly fine. I don’t have any intentions of being stuck in the dungeons for the rest of eternity. Your “beloved” sultan isn’t worthy. Not of his title, not of you and especially not of me! And he knows it... That’s why he threw me in a cell instead of my shrine, knowing full well that I couldn’t leave it whether I wanted to or not. To him, we’re nothing more than trophies! And once you’re useless, he throws you away...”
“How dare you!”
Well, this situation is getting heavier and heavier, just like the pain in your head.
have her calm down as a first of all. (if she's still flipping)
Right! Good idea, weird disembodied voice.
“Ladies!” Both of them instantly turned their attention to you, “Good... Can we please just calm down? My head is still killing me, and all these bodiless voices aren’t exactly making it easier on me... I think you may have broken my brain, miss...”
“Jasmine, The Flower of Irmak.”
“I see. You have a beautiful name, Jasmine.”
Ok, I would make the mare on the bed tell me everything that she knows about the world that I've now found myself in, like countries, races, and where the hell I am.
“As you know, I’m not from this world. And I know this might be rude of me, but would you kindly tell me where I am and what you know of this world that would be of use to me once I get away from here?”
“You think you can escape? With her?”
“Well, yes? I did promise to show her the world after all. But if we’re gonna travel this world, we’ll need to know what we’re dealing with first.”
“But... I already know a lot about this world, Anon. We don’t need to waste anymore time here.”
“Really, Jennie? I don’t know about you lot, but in my world we went from swords and castles to nuclear energy and space travel in five hundred years. So I’m pretty sure that this world has changed a good bit since you last roamed it.”
“I don’t know what this ‘new-clear’ energy is, but you are probably right in your assumptions.”
She let out a long drawn sigh, before turning to Jasmine who had gotten off of the bed and now stood next to it.
“Listen, Jasmine... Please, lend us your knowledge and let us pass. I beg of you... I need to see the world again, I need to spread my wings and soar!”
“And why, exactly, would I help you find freedom while I’m still stuck here as nothing more than a trophy?”
Jennie seemed to be mulling it over it her head, better not step in here... After all, She seems to know more about your current situation than you do, so you should probably just roll with it for now... Wait! Idea!
“Excuse me, Miss. Jasmine? But what you’re saying is that you want to see the world as well, correct?”
Jennie cocked an eyebrow as Jasmine seemed to be in deep thought for a moment.
“That would be correct... Anon was it?” You gave a quick nod, “But I can’t just come with you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I would lose my place here, and believe it or not, but Arabian Nights does show his love for me every now and again... And I can’t get myself to just abandon the rest of his harem. I am the lead mare after all.”
“I’m not telling you to... But Jennie IS important to the Sultan, right? So he would have to chase us to get her back... you following me yet?”
At once it seemed like a light flickered on inside both their heads, as they caught on to your crazy plan.
“So what you’re saying, is that he would chase us to the ends of the world to get me back...”
“And being the only one who knows where you went, I would be able to join him on his little hunt...”
You could see the smiles creeping up on both of them as they both saw the key to their freedom within reach.
“I love it when a plan comes together! So, if you would please lend us your help so that we can set this into motion, then I would be ever so grateful.”
“Right. I’m afraid that we will have to hurry up then. It’s almost time for him to come by and see how I’m doing. I can’t help but think that you have quite the bad luck, getting here on the day that he comes by...”
Jasmine went over to the dresser that you had the honor of colliding with, and opened the bottom drawer where she removed a big scroll of sorts and held it up for you to take, which you did.
“This is the newest map of Saddle Arabia, the country that you’re currently in. You can’t linger in this city for long, so I’d recommend going towards my old home town of Irmak. It’s right by the Irmak river which runs through the entire country and is a route used often by the merchants. If you need anything for the journey, you will be able to find it there.”
“But... We don’t have any money.”
“Don’t worry, I have some stashed away for when I go into town,” she dove back down in the drawer and picked up a small brown pouch, and with a flick of her head she tossed it to you, “There’s around five hundred bits in it. Should be more than enough to get you both geared up and pay one of the merchants to take you up the Irmak river. You will need to head north for the buffalo lands. From there you can travel further north and reach Equestria, the main power on this continent.”
“Oh yeah! I have an uncle in Equestria! Last time I saw him, he was a statue though. But I’d like to see him again.”
“Oookay? Well, sounds like we have a plan of action, but where are we on this map right now? I’d like to plot our route to Irmak before we leave...”
After I get the information out of her, I would ask her to give me a back-pack, some food and water, just general supplies. I need these supplies for my trek that I have to take to flee the country that I am apparently a criminal in.
“Oh, right. We also need enough water and food to make it there.”
“You are currently in Kostantiniyye, a little half days trot from Irmak. If you hurry, you can get there before it’s too late into the night... As for food. The palace kitchens is just below us, and the main staff is off for today, where as the night staff is in the nearby staff chambers. So if you climb down the balcony, you shouldn’t have any problems grabbing some bread, fruits and water.”
Alright, you now have a course of action... Now to make it all look like a random string of events.
“Alright, so we’ll exit through the balcony over there and leave for Irmak. But there’s no way the sultan will buy it if you’re just sitting there when he comes in, so get on the bed.”
“Excuse me!?”
Jasmine had a slight blush on her cheeks and Jennie was trying hard not to explode with laughter.
“What? I told you to get on the bed, where I’ll tie you up and gag you. Then when the sultan gets here and frees you, you can tell him that we roughed you up and stole a map and your money before climbing down from the balcony. You can then continue to tell him that you know where we’re headed and join him as he goes after us.”
“Oh, right,” she slowly got back up on the bed and lay down on her side, “Like this?”
“Yeah, just stay like that,” you moved over by the bed and grabbed the duvet cover, gently tying her legs. Not tight enough to stop the blood flow, but still enough for the sultan to believe that you didn’t want her to get away. You then grabbed a pillow and removed the case. You then gently lifted her head and prepared to gag her.
“Wait! Before you do that, I just want to... To thank you. You could have easily gotten away from me multiple times by now, but you still stopped and considered my situation and even came up with a solution... So thank you, and good luck.”
You couldn’t help but smile a bit. Here she was, being tied up and about to get gagged, and yet she’s thanking you.
“It’s fine, really. I’m just doing what I think is best. After all, in for a pound, in for a penny,” you said as you gagged her by rolling the pillow casing up and having her bite down on it before you tied it up around her head. you then remembered that they must not have the same sayings here as you have back home.
“It means that once you’re in the situation, you might as well just go all out.”
Understanding filled her eyes, which was now the only way she had of communicating, you gave her a quick scratch behind the ears before getting back up from the bed, “And best of luck to you too, Jasmine.”
Quickly making your way to the balcony, you looked out over the land to get some semblance of directional bearings. Directly ahead of you, probably around a mile or so away, you could see a big river. You looked to the skies and saw no sun, but the shadows the palace cast would indicate that it was directly behind you, making the current side of the palace the east side. at least you now know what direction to head in. Looking down from the balcony, you notice that it’s about a fifteen meters drop, not something you’re gonna risk.
“Hey Jennie?”
“Yes?” Jennie floated over next to you.
“Can you give me a lift down? While I could survive that drop as long as I don’t land on my face, I’m not gonna take such a risk.”
“Yeah, I can’t have that... Just don’t make a habit out of it.” She then grabbed the rim of your pants, and lifted off before you could say anything.
THE PAIN!!! Oh god! Your family jewels and poor ass is getting assaulted by the worlds nastiest nuclear wedgie! It’s so intense you can’t even scream! Finally! Ground! Ground under you feet!
You slowly and tenderly removed your pants and underwear which had both crawled up your ass, while gingerly walking around spreading your legs to let your mangled ballsack get some space.
“What the hay are you doing?”
What are you doing!? You’re in excruciating pain! That’s what! And you want to tell her, but oh god! You can’t even form words right now... All that comes out is pained squeaks.
“I’ll just leave you to you business and go find us some supplies,” she then proceeded to shrink until she was no more than a speck, and flew through the window shutters. A few seconds later, you heard a door lock clicking and the nearest kitchen door swung open, revealing Jennie standing there looking all smug, “There. Now hurry up!”
Grudgingly, you waddled on over to the door and inside the kitchen.
The smell of herbs and spices instantly fills your nostrils as you poke your head inside. All around you see barrels of conserved foodstuffs, jars with dried spices and pots with fresh herbs growing in them. You also notice several baskets with fresh fruits and vegetables sitting around on the kitchen desk.
Before you could wonder where Jennie had gone, she came in from another room, carrying what looked like waterskins, at least four of them, and dumped them on the nearest table.
“What are you standing around gawking for, Anon? Start gathering some food.”
Well, she’s right. This is no time for you to be standing around and taking in the sights, nor is it time to be mad about your mangled balls. With a slight limp, you make your way over to the nearest basket of fruits and grab as many of the strange fruits as you can carry.
“Oh man, why can’t I hold all these fruits? This is where I wish we had a bag to carry all of this in.”
You then heard the snap of fingers followed by a bright flash. Turning around to see what was going on, your vision was cut off as something hit your face and caused you to drop the fruits in shock. Reaching up and removing the facehugger from your head, you saw that it was a pouch, no bigger than a couple of American footballs and had a sling so that you could carry it on your back.
“Thanks, I guess... But how do you expect me to pack more than one loaf of bread and maybe one or two fruits into a bag this small?”
Jennie just rolled her eyes at you, “You do realize that I just created that bag, right? Try reaching an arm inside it.”
Doing as she said, you opened the bag and reached inside it, but instead of hitting the bottom of the bag, your arm kept going.
“It’s... Bigger on the inside!”
“That it is. You can store everything you want in it. Only limitations is how much weight you can handle, since the bag will weigh the total amount of whatever is inside it. So I suggest that you don’t go overboard with it.”
You can live with that. This is still fucking amazing! You have a bag with infinite space for storage! But wait... How do you get your stuff back out if it’s stuck inside said infinite space?
“So, wait. How do I get the things back out? Won’t they be, you know, lost in space?”
“Why don’t you try putting some of those mangoes in the bag.”
So those were mangoes, now that you thought about it, you had seen those in your local supermarket before. Picking up the ones you had dropped, you dropped them into your new bag and looked to Jennie for further instructions.
“Good. Now stick your hand into the bag and think of what you want to remove from it.”
Putting your hand back in, you thought about one of those mangoes from before and suddenly you felt something hitting the backside of your hand, which you then proceeded to grab a hold of. Pulling back out you now had a mango in your grasp.
“See? It’s not that hard. Just remember that the bag will still have the weight of the stuff you put in it.”
“I will,” you replied as you tossed the rest of the mangoes in it.
“What about this bread?” you asked, holding up a loaf of braided bread.
“That’s tsoureki, a sweet egg-enriched bread, They’re quite good, so grab some of those, as well as some baklava.”
“Bak-a-what-now?”
“Baklava, the cake on that table there. It’s a delicious treat with honey and nuts. We will need to replenish our energy at some point.”
“Good idea,” you went and grabbed the plate filled with the phyllo dough cakes and stuffed them into your bag, “Just wondering, but won’t sweet cakes like that go bad once we’re out in the direct sunlight?”
“Don’t worry. as long as it’s in that bag, it won’t expire. Now grab some of these waterskins so that we can get out of here.”
“Right, no need to overstay our visit here,” you said as you grabbed a kitchen knife and wrapped it in a towel from a rack on the nearby wall, no need to cut yourself when you summon it from the bag. Closing it off, you swing over your head so that the sling comes to rest on your left shoulder. It does have a bit of weight to it now, but nothing that will be a bother to you yet. You then sling two of the waterskins over your right shoulder, feeling the weight from them and adjusting them a bit for better carrying comfort.
“Alright then, shall we move?”
Jennie let out a cute little squee as she levitated her two waterskins and made them disappear with a snap from her lions paw. She then flew out of the kitchen with you following behind her.
Run through the door and ransake whereever these Saddle Arabian ponies keep their food, grab as much as you can, and burn the rest! Even the liquids! 
“You are a sad little voice...”
You may not be welcome in these lands, but that doesn’t mean that vandalism is okay.
“Are you talking to the voices in your head again Anon?” you heard Jennie say in a mocking voice.
“Yeah, well, who’s fault is it again that we ended up in that situation?” you shot back as you walked back outside where you saw Jennie levitating the map and pouch with bits, which you must have dropped while being in pain after her little lift.
“As I said, that was the first time that I have granted a wish since Shifting Sands, the first sultan, passed away. I’m just a bit out of practice.” she then waved the map around, “And I think you dropped this.”
You moved over next to her and turned your back so that she could open the bag and put the map and pouch in it, “You can hardly blame me for that... I was in great testicular pain after you little lift... You don’t tug a guys pants like that, it goes directly in the family jewels ya know.”
“Oh... Sorry, I guess. But at least you didn’t fall down and die.”
Well, you can’t really argue against that. Oh to hell with it, let’s just get out of here.
“All is forgiven, let’s just move along before we’re spotted.”
With that, you ran over to the wall separating the palace from the rest of the city. It was no more than two meters tall, nothing you can’t handle, but for a horse like them, you can see how this might be a problem to get over.
Thanking your bipedal nature, you jumped up and got a hold of the top and pulled yourself up and over. All the while that Jennie just flew on over. You then dropped down on the other side, and like that, you were finally out of the palace.
Now what do you do?
Author's Note
Rolls:
Jennies lift.
Rolled a 5.
Got safely down at the cost of extreme testicular pain.
Bag for supplies.
Rolled a 10.
Got Bag of Carrying
