//------------------------------// // Prison Break // Story: I, Little Pony // by Lux //------------------------------// Prison Break I awoke from my sleep and my counseling with Princess Luna, wishing that I could still be with her in my dreams. Aside from Brush Stroke, she was the only pony I could trust in my life, making me feel that things would turn out right. As I opened my eyes I found to my surprise that instead of the darkness that I assumed I’d find within the abandoned factory at night, I was greeted by bright fluorescent lights. I quickly shut them and opened them slower to allow the light in as a feeling of worry began to well up inside. As the room came into focus, I could see that it what looked like a basement. The room was lined with cages and wreaked of a smell like an animal shelter. But the worst thing was that I was in a cage, one barely large enough to hold me. I tried getting to my hooves but felt so weak and dizzy. I knew that somehow the man in the van found me when I was sleeping. Then I realized about Brush Stroke! Did he get away or was he here in this same place? “Brush Stroke, are you there?” “Yeah,” a faint voice called out to me, “I’m in the cage right next to you.” “What happened?” “I don’t know. You went to sleep and I tried to stay awake but I guess I dozed off. Then I woke up here. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t protect you. Guess I’m not a good friend after all.” “Don’t ever say that,” I said, “You’re a great friend. What matters now is getting out of here.” Suddenly the door to the room opened up and the man we all hated and feared entered in with a smile on his face. “Ah I see that you both are awake, well almost. I can’t have you too awake now can I?” “What have you done,” Brush demanded with anger I’ve never seen him have. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve taken you two to my house. I must say that when I saw you my fine colt friend I was amazed. From that moment on I knew I had to have you. But then when you came to this area, dear filly, well how could I pass up an offer like that. It was just my luck that you two were asleep. Of course I couldn’t take any chances, so that’s why I used one of my tranquilizers. But don’t worry I have no reason to harm you. Wouldn’t want to damage the merchandise.” “Merchandise,” I said, “What do you mean by that?” “You are so curious! Do you have any idea how popular My Little Pony is now? The fans pay thousands of dollars for art and plastic ponies. Imagine how much they’d pay for a real life pony like you two! I’ll be making a fortune! Now, how should I sell you, together as a happy pony couple or apart? Well, I have time to figure that out.” “Well you’re wrong,” Brush Stroke said, “Quill and I are going to get out of your basement.” “I knew you would say that,” the man said with a chuckle, “See that door I came in? It’s made of steel and locks from the outside. As for the window, I made sure to put bars on it. Plus those drugs I gave you I think you’ll find will prevent you from standing much less running away. So why go through all the trouble getting out when you know you can’t? Now I must be going but I’ll see you again. If you’re good little ponies I may feed you.” With a laugh the man left the way he came in. As the door slammed home to our prison, so did the reality slam home. I crouched down and began to cry, realizing that I might never be free again. Instead I’d be someone’s pet who although they might love me will never see me as anything but an animal that talks. “Hey, Quill, don’t cry. Oh please don’t, I can’t bear to see you unhappy. Not the pony that I love.” “What did you say,” I said through the sobs. “I love you Quill Floruish. I know we only met once but after that I realized that there was something about you. It took me a short time to realize that it was love. You must think I’m silly declaring my love to you when I’m not sure if you love me too.” “No it’s not silly. In fact it’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me. And I want you to know that I love you too, Brush Stroke. You made me feel good as a pony and when you’re around I feel nothing can hurt me. If we get out of here we won’t have another day apart you and I. We’ll be together.” “We’re going to get out of here,” Brush said, “because I have a plan.” “Really, how? We’re locked in.” “Well we are until that man comes back,” he said with a smile, “All we have to do is get him back here.” “How do we do that?” “Well, first we need to get out of these cages. Can you do magic?” I tried with my horn but I couldn’t lift the cage with me in it or even open the door. “No, I’m weak from that stuff he gave us.” “Ok,” Brush said, “We don’t need magic. I want you to hit the cage with your back hooves as hard as you can, like Applejack bucking the trees in the show.” I turned around and struck the door with my hooves. The door to the cage was bent but not showing any signs of opening. The cage did move however slightly forward. “I can’t get the door open,” I said. “That’s ok. I didn’t think you could. We’re going to make the cage crash to the floor by bucking it. Hopefully we can get out when it does.” I was a little reluctant at his plan as it could lead to us getting hurt, but it was better than just staying in our cages. I continued to strike the cage, taking breaks as I went. The tranquilizer made moving harder and drastically decreased my strength, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. I could feel with each kick the cage moving with more and more off the edge. “I’m almost there,” I said to Brush. “Great, so am I. When you feel it mostly off, lean to the front and brace yourself.” I gave the cage a final kick, imagining that I was hitting the guy that imprisoned me there and felt the cage rock. I leaned up against the side, braced my hooves against the cage frame, and closed my eyes as it tumbled to the hard floor. I could hear the cage crumple on impact but didn’t feel any major pain except for a few cuts. Thankfully the impact caused the door to pop open allowing me to exit my prison. I quickly trotted over to where Brush exited his cage. From what I could see he was limping. “Oh my gosh! Brush are you hurt?” “I think it’s just a sprain,” he said with a wince. Clearly he was in more pain than he wanted me to believe. We embraced in our victory, never wanting to be separate from each other again. Then we heard the door open as the man stood there, his face contorted in surprise and anger. “How did you get out of there?” With that the man reached to grab us. We divided as we tried to dodge past him and out the door. I made it there when I saw that the man grabbed Brush by the neck. The man then pulled out what I knew was another tranquilizer dart out of his pocket and fumbled with it as he struggled to hold on to my special somepony. I knew I wasn’t going to get another chance so I focused all my magic on that syringe. Suddenly it sprung free of the man’s grasp and hovered in the air, the needle pointed right at his chest. “How did you do that? I put you to sleep!” “Magic, duh,” I said “Time for a taste of your own medicine.” With that I drove the needle into his chest and pushed the plunger on the syringe. The man screamed as he struggled to pull out the syringe, dropping Brush Stroke. He turned to pursue us but tripped over the broken cages and fell. The man tried getting up but suddenly collapsed from the drug now in his veins. “We did it,” I said amazed. “Yeah, thanks for saving me there,” Brush Stroke said. “Aww it was nothing,” I said embarrassed. “No really, you’re like a super pony.” With that the stallion suddenly kissed me on the lips. Never had I felt such joy and love in my life than when he kissed me like that. It felt we were locked in that kiss for hours of bliss. From what I could see on his face Brush enjoyed it too. “Wow… that was wow,” I said. “Yeah… can we do that again,” Brush asked. “Let’s get out of here first. Then we can kiss all we want when we’re safe.” The two of us left the prison room and darted out an open window of the basement and back into the glorious free night. “So, where do we go from here,” Brush asked. “I think we’re about halfway there to Michelle’s house thanks to that guy in the van taking us here.” “Alright, let’s get going,” Brush said as we took off into the night, trying to get as much distance before the dawn rose.