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I was on my morning jog early Saturday morning with my friend and long time team mate, Brandon. There was usually a third person jogging with us today but he had died 10 days ago in a car crash, his killer disappeared a few days later. Felix had been my friend for as long as we had joined the wrestling team at our high school. Brandon was a stocky and muscular type that lacked endurance on the mat... that's the reason why we were jogging at 5:30 in the morning.

We lived in a quieter part of Miami and wrestled at a high school there. Felix had been the 170 pound state champion last year and the state tournament had been only 2 1/2 weeks away. Brandon wrestled 200 and I wrestled in 150; Felix's death was a big shock for the entire city. Normally, it was quiet but we had heard a gunshot from the beach. It was routine to hear gunshots at this hour, gangs had to dispose their victims sometime. However, on the beach? Nope, that rarely happened, the blood stained the sand and left too much evidence... so Brandon and I decided to check it out.

As we approached the area on the quiet, stretching beach, we saw five forms in the sand, laying there...

"Maybe I was wrong... guess the gangs ran out of ideas." I thought to myself.

"Oh shit, those aren't people..." Brandon said, trailing off. As I got closer, I could see that they were actually shaped more like horses... ponies to be exact. Even weirder, they were very colorful and stood out on the gray, lifeless sand.

"The hell? Stephen... you wanna take these back to Felix's appartment? I'm pretty sure it's still furnished, maybe they are unconsious." Brandon said to me, lifting one of the ponies onto his shoulders. He seem to hold the weight fairly easily.

"Sure... probably good for some quality fireman's carrying up a flight of stairs." I said back to him. I lifted one that... wait, hold on. I looked more carefully at the pony's head, it was purple with pink streaks running through its mane and had a horn potruding from its head. She had to weigh at least 250 pounds, about half what I'm used to lifting on a leg press.

"Shit, they're solid." I grunted out to Brandon who had a pony on his shoulders whose color seemed to have been washed away and one that reminded me of the stars and moon in the sky... which were still clearly visible. After heaving one more onto my shoulders, I was starting to feel some pain in my legs and shoulders, but the second one I lifted was rather light. It had wings and was cyan with a rainbow colored mane. There was still one more laying in the sand and Brandon gently set the other two down to get the third one on his back when he opened his eyes.

At first the eyes were confused. Then, they turned to me and began to scream panic. I dropped the two ponies on my shoulders and rushed to cover the mouth of the panicked colt... that word seemed to fit for a male pony. My eyes had been very good at conveying entire moods, this time was to relax him. I took my hand off of his mouth.

"Who are you?" he asked, definitely a guy... oh shit, that pony just talked. I gawked at him in complete awe, I knew the voice. It was Raymond DeAntonio, the guy the police had charged with Felix's murder, but why in hell would his voice be coming out of a pony?

"I'm Brandon... and that's Stephen," Brandon told Raymond. He didn't know who Raymond was, even though it had been all over the news, "So where'd you come from? You obviously didn't just appear..." Raymond looked sheepishly away.

"I really can't tell you that..." he said, his voice barely audiable. I glared at him with daggers, attempting to metally squeeze the answer out of him. He only glared back, very similar to the way Felix had taught me to glare.

I was a lot like a student to him. He wasn't as bright as I was but he trained me in wrestling and I taught him Calculus and Statistics. On general standards, we had strengths and weaknesses. I could plan out an entire fight while Felix had to think move by move. He was swift and strong while I was swift but lacked the brutal force that he had. I could go on forever on everything we shared in common.

We pratically owned our little section of Miami. We generally protected the 4 to 5 mile radius from gangs. Actually, our whole wrestling team protected the area, of course we expected a little tax for it but it wasn't much, about 5% of every household's income. The neighborhood was relatively middle to upper class.

I was so lost in thought, I didn't even notice the quarrel that had taken place in my 20 second thought. Brandon had punched Raymond across the face but not before Raymond made a cut in Brandon's face... about an inch long and maybe a milimeter deep.

"Damit!" Brandon cursed, "Stupid fucker caught me off guard..."

"Happens to the best of us." I responded with a smile on my face, Brandon rolled his eyes and heaved the three ponies on his shoulders. I did the same for my share of the five.

Slowly but surely, we made it back to Felix's abandoned apartment. I kicked open the door that Felix had designed so that the only way to open it was to kick it hard enough to launch an average size person 6 feet in any direction. I set down the purple pony on the couch and the rainbow maned one on the comfy recliner that Felix had valued so much when he had torn his ACL... an injury that can kick you on your ass for up to 3/4 of a year.

I saw Brandon come out of Felix's bedroom, where he had laid the grayed out pony on his bed. I looked around the corner and saw that the guest room was now occupied by the midnight pony and Raymond.

I sat down next to the purple colored unicorn and turned on Felix's only TV, which was a 65" diagonal plasma. The early show was on and decided watch it.

"Hey, you want some breakfast? It's almost 7:00..." Brandon said, looking at a clock.

"Wow, time flies when your lifting 250 pound weights." I commented. I got up to make myself a protein shake, some waffles (Felix had a fresh waffle maker) and a bowl of ceral, Brandon did the same... minus the waffles. We sat down to eat and sure enough, wolfed down our breakfasts. That was actually a small breakfast for me considering my average day burns about 12,000 calories regardless. Unless it's my birthday, when I only burn 6,000. I walked into Felix's room to see the gray pony. That's when I noticed the strap that went around his entire body and was partially hidden by his thighs.

I gently moved his thighs to see two beautiful looking M1911s that Jared, a friend who was still missing but the likeliness of finding him was slim, had given to Felix. They were very decorative and had ominous looking lines all over them. I recognized them as the same exact ones. I carefully removed them from their holsters and walked out of the room. As I came out, Brandon sat on the couch staring at the purple unicorn, who was now awake.

"Who are you?" she asked Brandon, who still sat staring at her.

"Uh..." he stammered.

"He's Brandon and I'm Stephen (A/N: pronounced Steven... End A/N). nice to meet you and your name is?" I said, filling in for Brandon.

"I'm Twilight Sparkle and I'm a unicorn, but what in Equestria are you?" she asked me.

"Equestria... the hell is that?" Brandon chimed in, a confused look on his face. We didn't have time to answer because we heard the restless yawn coming from Felix's room.

X-X-X

I woke up, carefully getting off the bed I was in. I stretched out, finding my body very tense, especially my back where I had only one wing. The other was simply a stump on my back. After a few seconds, I realized that I was in my room, in my apartment, in Miami. I rushed out of my bedroom and into the TV room to see Brandon and Stephen, who were humans, and Twilight and Rainbow Dash, of which only Twilight was awake. She looked at me and went back to staring at Brandon.

"Who and what are they Felix?" she asked me. Brandon and Stephen looked from her to me. Then they got their "Bullshit, you're lying" faces on.

"There is no way you are Felix," Stephen said to me, "First off, Felix was a human, not a pony and two, Felix is dead."

"You sure about that Stephen Hanrahan?" I told him with a smug grin on my face. He looked back in complete shock, he still knew my voice. I walked foward to him, feinted my favorite punch that he could never block, switched hands and hit him right in the sternum, knocking the wind out of him, "Stephen, I thought I told you to work on your pectoral muscles, they protect you somewhat from those types of punches." He looked at me in dumfoundedness and awe, regaining his breath. After a few seconds of heavy breathing, he got up.

"Alright, I believe you, only a few people now how to do that punch on me." he said to me, "Sorry I didn't believe you before but you know me... kinda suspicious."

"Hey, it's fine, but can I have my akimbos back?" I asked him, he looked away embarrassed but he pulled the two guns from his belt and I reholstered them. There was a knock at the door, and everyone turned to it, even Dash had woken up to that sound.

"Hello? We are looking for Alyssa Fernandez? This is where we were told to meet her..." a muffled but clearly female voice called through the door.

"Oh shit!" Brandon cursed in a hushed whisper, "Your sister bailed on an interview and it was scheduled to be here!" Panic and adrenaline coursed through my veins, there was only one way out of my apartment, and that was the front door. Sure, we could use Jared's guns that shot China lake ammo and blast our way out but we would cause a lot more commotion than we need to.

"We are gonna have to blast our way out through the front," I told Stephen, "Go get anyone else in the apartment..." He nodded and ran into my guest room and came out with Luna and Raymond on his shoulders. I motioned for Twilight and Dash to get up and ready themselves. Brandon pulled out his cell, dialed a number and began to talk. He talked for about 30 seconds, in which the banging of the door got more intense. He hung up, secured it to his belt and moved closer to the door.

"We have a boat waiting 2 miles from here," He told us, "Felix, wake up the midnight one and tell her she needs to follow you. You know where our dock is... right?" I nodded. I walked over to Luna and woke her up gently. Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds before she was fully awake.

"Hey Luna?" I asked her

"Yeah?"

"Can you follow me in the air? Like track me?"

"I'll manage... why? What's going on?

"I'll tell you in a bit, come on, lets get ready..." Brandon motioned for me to grab a knife, to puncture one of the interviewer's tires on their vehicle so they couldn't pursue. Stephen and Brandon lived a few apartments over and Stephen's Honda S2000 and Brandon's Suzuki motorcycle were out front in the poorly painted parking spots.

"3..." I hope we survive

"2..." Oh shit, what about Stephen and Brandon? Will they get out fast enough?

"1..." Well, it's now or never.

"GO!" Brandon yelled, he yanked open the door and I sprinted out to see about 50 men with submachine guns open fire on me, in black uniforms... clearly government funded. I jumped over the railing and ran directly into several men... stabbing a few of them. I cut a couple of tires and they went flat with a satifying blast of air. I ran out onto the main roadway and found that Luna and Rainbow Dash were 200 feet or so above me. Luna had a graze on her shoulder but other than that they were fine. I turned around to see Stephen with Raymond and Twilight slide out onto the road in Stephen's car. The car had several bullet holes in it but was still roaring loud as I remembered it. Brandon wasn't as lucky, he came out onto the free way but he had been shot bad in the hip. However, he caught up with Stephen quickly and we were all on the road... alive.

I realized I could run at speeds upward of 50 mph and still jump over cars and bounce off walls. There was a smile on my face as I remembered those parkour classes I used to take. That smile only exsisted for five seconds, before a sniper lodged a bullet in my left foreleg.

The realization that my knee had been shattered was instaneous and I rolled across the tarmac. The blood began to spill out of my leg and pool on the road. I felt Rainbow Dash lift me off the ground and into the air, blood coating her mane in a solid crimson color. The pain from my leg was agonizing and I began to feel lightheaded. already, I must have lost a pint of blood, not much more would kill me. The dock that I used to fish at came into view and one of those REALLY expensive hydroplanes sat docked... waiting for its passengers. Dash let me down on the dock and she and Luna lifted me onto the boat/plane. I heard the screech of tires and saw Stephen with Raymond on his shoulders and Brandon tailing a few feet behind him. A bullet caught Brandon in the shoulder and he went down. Stephen set Raymond down next to Luna and Rainbow Dash, sprinted back to Brandon, and still made it back inside the hydroplane. The last thing I saw was Dashie giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Relax, we are going to be ok..." her voice was like velvet so smooth, it was priceless. My vision blacked out.

X-X-X

Felix slowly closed his eyes and my expression went from comfort to panic. The pilot had been shot in the back but luckily... Brandon was planning to become a pilot, so no problems there. The pool of blood that surrounded Felix was quite scary but Twilight had began to work her magic on him. As she did so, sharp cries of pain escaped his unconcious body. Eventually, she seemed satisfied and punched his now completely healed leg... the only response was him shifting his body and some curses relating about drunk people being clumsy.

Now that I could relax, I realized that I was almost completely covered in blood, mostly being Felix's and Brandon's. Brandon yelled out some profanity, I assumed Twilight was healing him.

"Damit! You're tearing my muscles getting that damn bullet out!" I heard him yell at her.

"Well maybe if you held still I wouldn't be moving your bicep so much!" she fired back.

"How about both of you come back here, I fly the plane and Luna and Raymond put the guy in a body bag... it's bad enough he died because of us..." Stephen said from his row of airplane seats, he was trying to get some sleep. That shut them up, and now the only thing I heard was an occansional "ow" or "sit still" but other than the drone of the engines, it was quiet in the hydroplane. I realized how little insulation there actually was and found that Felix's body was giving off a lot of heat. I snuggled up to his body and closed my eyes doing my best to get some sleep...

X-X-X

After a few hours of flying, the purple colored pony whose name was apparently Twilight came to my row and sat on the other side, covered in splotches of blood and was clearly exhausted.

"Thanks for getting him to sit still... that little surgery could have ruined his career in wrestling..." she said to me, "that's what you do right?"

"Yes, that's what we do in highschool..."

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Fine..." I said with a tinge of questioning...

"Are you warm?"

"Yes... a little... why?"

"Can I snuggle with you?" Hold on... wut? Why would a pony want to snuggle with me? I guess it was ok considering that Felix and ... shit, What was the pony's name? Oh, Rainbow Dash, had sex...

"Sure," I told her. She smiled and jumped from her side to mine and laid down next to me. Her flesh was warm and her coat was as soft as a dog's fur. I put an arm around her and let my eyes drift off.

"Good night," I heard Felix call out,

"Good... night!" Brandon responded between a yawn.

"Night..." I chimed in.

"Nighty night!" Luna said cheerfully.

"G'd night" Raymond said.

"Good night all..." who I assumed Rainbow Dash called to us, "Stephen... please don't have sex on a plane..." At first I didn't know how to react but then the rest of the plane erupted in laughs, giggles and denials... I wasn't going to get an ounce of sleep tonight.

X-X-X

I guess we must have landed late last night because we were on an island in what I assumed to be the Bahamas. I found that Dash had fallen asleep against me, her mane completely red with blood. I moved a few strands of hair out of her face. She opened her magenta eyes which sparkled in the morning light that shone through the window...

"Good morning..." I said to her pushing yet another strand of her tangled mane out of her face.

"Good morning," she said back to me, giving me a quick kiss, "How was your sleep?"

"Fine..." I said.

"Damn... you two are farther along than I thought" I heard Stephen say from one of the front seats, Twilight was next to him and they sat a little closer than I thought they would after snuggling. I took a closer look at Twilight's coat on her stomach and noticed parts were whiter than others, and now that I think of it, I heard a very rythmic creaking of the seats.

I could barely contain my laughter, so much for Stephen being a virgin.

"Apparently you two are also..." I said stifling a laugh. Rainbow Dash caught on to the clues and began to giggle too. Stephen and Twilight blushed furiously and when Stephen blushes, his whole face turns red.

"Shut up!" he said, turning away. I continued to laugh,

"Glad to see you've finally broken that barrier." I commented, laughing even harder. Brandon walked in looking tired and greasy... like literally greasy... as in covered in grease.

"So how did you all sleep last night?" Brandon asked, clearly knowing what happened last night, but he took it more seriously, "Come on, let me show you my dad's estate."

Apparently whatever Twilight had done, she had healed me so well that the stump on my back was a wing once more. I flew around the group with Dash chasing me, laughing the whole time. Brandon stopped the tour and stared at us until we settled down. Brandon's father was extremely rich but Brandon wasn't allowed to use a cent of his now deceased dad's fortune until his 19th birthday, which was today. He showed us the massive estate, which had to be 40 arces. It contained a a bowling alley, 22000 square foot mansion, pool, go kart track, ROOM SERVICE, fishing dock, kitchen and some other things that we didn't get because we needed to rest.

I plopped my ass down on a couch in front of a 70" LCD and flipped on the news. Most of it was the same bullshit... so and so died of a shooting... children seperated from parents after alleged abuse, same old bullcrap. Then the report of our little stunt came on...

"A wild chase that left 4 four of the finest in the army dead happened early yesterday morning. Apparently, 5 ponies and two men broke out of an apartment and escaped to a hydroplane that was waiting for them at a dock owned by David Furlan, a 5% owner of Apple who had spent his life savings on the stock he'd bought and struck gold when Apple's stock rose to almost 600$ a share, from where he bought it at 275 a share." a news reporter said to the camera, "There was blood found on the road on the way to the dock, when investagators later analyzed it, they found it to be Felix Fernandez's blood, the wrestler who had died less than two weeks ago, the pony it came from was grayed out, confirmed by the sniper that had inflicted the wound."

I shook my head in disgust.

"Freakin U.S. just leave me alone damit!" I yelled at the TV.

"Hey dude relax," Brandon told me, opening a beer even though he was underaged, "Shit happens..."

This was the longest Chapter in this story, at just over 3900 words. Most of the chapters will be the same amount or more. This was an OC I got from friends, Stephen Hanrahan... very good imagination. Anyway, I updated the summary for the last time so get a good look at it! Remember... if you are interested in what will happen in the next chapter, follow. IF you liked it and wanna know what happens next, follow and favorite. If you have constructive critique... review... just don't be a douche bag about it. I might have another chapter uploaded by Wednesday... so see you all then!