Title:           MacGyver in Equestria Pt 3: Capture and Escape
Author:          Sprontr
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First Edit:      Thursday 20th of August 2015 10:27:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 25th of August 2015 11:31:27 PM CDT

> Your head still reeling, you slowly come to in a small cell.
> The area was about twice the size of your college dorm room, bisected by a large iron gate, with a large wooden door on the wall beyond it.
> You look around for something to work with.
> What looks like a rather large spool of red wire.
> A bottle of…
> You open it up and take a whiff.
> Wooh!
> Alcohol.
> Aside from some wooden boards, it was barren, with no windows.
> Well…
> Fuck.
> An unlatching noise at the door snaps you from your thinking.
> The door opens, and the Ahuizotl walks in.
> Dragging what looks like…
> …a blue horse?
> “Now, you meddling whelp, I have something special for you!”
> “Lemme go!.. Get off! If you hurt my friends, you’ll be…”
> The horse’s voice sounded feminine, but she quits her struggling upon seeing you and her eyes go wide.
> “I found this beast in the Everfree forest. I don’t know what it is, but based on its carnivorous teeth, I bet it likes pony! Ahahahahaha!”
> That laugh pisses you off, but it hung in the air like he expected you to make the next move.
> Nigga you srs?
> Better play this by the book.
> You bare your teeth and growl ferociously at them from the back of the room.
> The blue horse fucking screams.
> The Ahuizotl laughs harder, and reaches to unlock the cage with the key around his neck.
> With a thrust of his arm, he throws her into the room and slams the iron gate.  
> “Farewell, Rainbow! Ahahaha!”
> He ducks out of the wooden door and into the room beyond.
> You turn your attention to the horse.
> She is crawling away from you up against the metal bars, trying in vain to get farther from you.
> There are tears in her eyes.
> “P-p-please… don’t eat me! I swear I don’t taste good!”
> She sniffles, and mucus is dipping from her nose.
> God, she is really scared.
> You sigh.
“I am not going to eat you.”
> She finally stops wailing.
> “W-what?”
“I. am. Not. Going. To. Eat. You.”
> You gesticulate to punctuate your words.
“But, I would like to learn more about you.”
> She looks at you with her large magenta eyes for a second.
> Then she hiccups.
> You both smile.
> “Eh, I wasn’t really *hic* scared.”
“Sure you weren’t.”
> “I’m Rainbow Dash, flier extraordinaire!”
> Rainbow? What a weird name.
“The name’s MacGyver.”
> “MacGyver *hic* What a weird name.”
> Wait, Flier?
> You look down and see that her small body was wrapped with duct tape.
> Pete would have mocked you for not noticing earlier.
> She notices your change in gaze and spreads her forelegs.
> “Yeah…*hic* I got a little caught up with the wrong guys. You mind getting this off of me?”
“Sure.”
> You pull out your pocketknife and flick it open.
> Thank god you still had the consciousness to put it back in your pocket before you blacked out.
> She cringes at this a little bit, but hesitantly exposes her belly and lets you get to the tape.
> You cut through the tape with ease, and start to peel it off.
> She winces as you pull some of her fur off with the tape.
“So… where are you from? And more importantly, why are you here?”
> “Originally, I am from Cloudsdale. I have always wanted to fly with the Wonderbolts.”
“The Wonderbolts?”
> “An aerial acrobatics team that sprouted from the Equestrian Military.”
“Kind of like the blue eagles?”
> “The what-now?”
> She flips over onto her stomach and you can see that, oddly, she has two wings protruding from her shoulder blades.
“Err. Nevermind. If you don’t mind my asking, where are we?”
> She shrugs.
> “Somewhere in the Everfree north of Ponyville?”
“Where is that relative to Kyrgyzstan?”
> “Yakyakistan is pretty far north, and its surrounded by snow…”
“Yakyakistan? No, where is Kyrgyzstan.”
> “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She squints her eyes, “You’re not from around here are you?”
“Nope. Ah, well it was worth a shot. Enough about me. How did you get here?”
> “Some of my friends and I were out searching for jewels and we happened to come across Ahuizotl doing some stupid ritual or something.”
“His name is Ahuizotl?”
> Isn’t that like having a dog named “dog?”
> “Yea, and he isn’t exactly the friendliest of creatures.”
“I noticed. He almost drowned me.”
> You both look up as you hear more screaming and that annoying-as-fuck laughter from behind the wooden door.
“Speak of the devil. Get down.”
> You grab her, orient her on her side, and pull your knife out again.
> “Hey, wait-what?”
“Play dead. We can find a way out easily, but for the time being let’s let him think you’re dead.”
> “O-ok”
> You flip out the blade and cut a gash into the inside of your arm.
> “What are you doing?!”
“Makin’ it convincing. A little bit of Minnesota wisdom.”
> The laughter is at the door.
“If you don’t want to be touched.”
> The lock unlatches
“Look downright untouchable.”
> You pull as much blood as you can off your arm and start smearing the little pony’s fur with it.
> She starts to whimper but then remembers she should be quiet.
> You smear any leftover blood on your mouth to complete the effect.
> The door opens, and the blue menace enters, carrying two more equines. One is white with purple hair, and the other is lavender with dark purple hair.
> “Unhand me, ruffian!” The white one cries.
> “Ha! Have you ladies met my new pet from the Everfree? Rainbow sure has…”
> You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his cliché villain lines.
> All three pairs of eyes fall on you and Rainbow.
> She is still, with a little bit of duct tape still hanging off her chest.
> You are kneeling over her, blood covering your hands up to your wrists.
> Your mouth and teeth are stained with red.
> Rainbow’s blue coat is stained a dark purple, and you are holding a bloody knife in your hand.
> You snarl to complete the effect again.
> The two equines bring their forehooves to their mouths and tears well up in their eyes.
> “R…Rainbow...?”
> You notice Rainbow scrunch her face, trying her hardest not to call out and comfort her friends.
> Ahuizotl opens the gate and throws them in, and, like Rainbow, they crawl back as far as they can.
> “Farewell, I have a ritual to complete! Ahahaha”
> He slams the iron gate and leaves out the wooden door.
> They two new ponies are still in shock and won’t take their eyes off their friend, their eyes watering and lips quivering.
> Knowing you only have a few seconds to explain yourself, you give Ahuizotl a few seconds to leave, then you give Rainbow a few shakes.
> Nothing.
> You shake her again.
> Her skin limply rolls on her ribcage.
> Oh Shit.
“Rainbow?”
> You tickle her.
> “Pfffft! BAHAHAHA! I got you good!”
“Not. Funny.”
> The other two ponies are dumfounded.
> She raises a hoof and looks to the others.
> “Twilight? Rarity?[spoiler]/)[/spoiler] No? Fine.”
“I think they are more worried about you being covered in blood.”
> “Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhh…. That. Gross. But whatever, it worked!”
“Now that he’s gone, let’s see what we got to play with.”
> Rainbow’s friends had started to regain their composure, and the purple one was the first to speak.
> “Do you mean find a way to escape?”
“Maybe.”
> “Well I know for certain that we aren’t getting through that gate, darling. That lock is as big as my head!”
“We don’t need to get through the lock. A gate is only as strong as its weakest link…”
> You start scanning the iron door. That lock was pretty massive. Way larger than it needed to be.
> The bars are at least an inch in diameter. It would take you months to saw through that if you even had a saw.
> The hinges…
“The hinges!”
> “What?”
“The bolts in these hinges are only a quarter of an inch thick, and it looks like they are made out of cast iron.”
> Rainbow looks at you inquisitively.
> “You lost me. How does this help us escape?”
“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t, but it’s just another fact to throw on the pile.”
> The three horses look at each other.
“We just need a way to break it, cut it, or melt it.”
> “Melt it? With what? Melting metal takes a forge.” Rainbow states matter-of-factly.
“Or electricity.”
> “What’s that?”
> “Electricity, Rainbow,” Twilight chimes in, “Is the flow of positively charged particles in a substance caused by an imbalance of electric potential energy. It’s mentioned in the Canterlot archives, but we haven’t done that much research on it. You might recognize it in your line of work as lightning.”
“It’s actually the flow of negatively charged particles, but aside from that, you’re dead-on.”
> Showboat Sparkle scrunches her face at your comment.
> “It doesn’t matter, we don’t have any clouds here.”
“I don’t follow.”
> “Pegasi can make lightning from clouds. We do it to control the weather. I will have you know that I am a master at the art.”
> Rainbow proudly puffs out her fuzzy chest and closes her eyes, waiting to accept your praise.  
> You take this moment to reach over and grab the last of the duct tape hanging off her fur.
> And yank it.
> She does a barrel roll and lands on her stomach, groaning.
> “Owww… Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Now, about these clouds, why cant we just make them?”
> “Making clouds takes a major factory. The Couldsdale weather factory has a massive cloud machine. And all we have is… is… wait, what do we have?”
> You all search the small room and gather up a few items. The bottle of rum, the spool of wires, roughly AWG 14, an empty canteen, a bag of marbles and some plastic tubing.
“Well, let’s just see what we can whip up with what we got…”
> You take the bottle of rum and dump it into the canteen.
> You don’t drink, but it might be useful later.
> “What are you doing, darling?”
“Clouds are caused by condensation in the air. If we can raise enough pressure and then rapidly drop it to atmospheric pressure, that might just do it.”
> Twilight watches intently as you take the duct tape that was around Rainbow and use your knife to clean as much of her fur and down feathers off as you can, then use that tape to secure the end of the plastic tubing to the mouth of the bottle.
> You dump a little rum into the tubing and start hunting through the marbles to find one that fit perfectly.
> Rarity tilts her head inquisitively as you coil some of the wire as a ramrod and use all of your strength to force the marble down the tube.
“You see, as we compress the gas in the tube, that raises the pressure in the bottle.”
> Twilight is taking notes.
> Once you get the marble to the mouth of the bottle, you are using all of your weight to push it down.
“Alright Rainbow, you ready?”
> “Ready!”
> She crouches down and is ready to pounce.
> You give her a nod, and then smash the neck of the bottle on the stone floor.
> It shoots across the room, hits the wall, and comes to rest on the floor.
> A slow haze seeps out.
> Rainbow lives up to her name and dashes on the bottle, her forelegs whiffling to collect up the vapor.
> Soon enough, she has a decent sized ball of cloud, and she sits on it cutely.
> “Now what? What do I zap?”
“It’s not that easy.”
> “What? Why?”
“Melting that pin will take high current. Lightning is millions of volts, but almost no current.”
> You grab some wire and wrap it around the iron bars of the cell.
> “What are you doing now?” Twilight asks.
“I’m making a transformer. It should take the spikes caused by Rainbow’s lightning strikes and convert that into low-voltage, high-amperage spikes.”
> “O…Ok.”
> Once you finish wrapping it, you attach both ends of the secondary coil to the hinge bolt. You ground one end of the primary coil and tie the other end to Rainbow’s left hind leg.
> “Are you sure this is safe?”
“Mostly.”
> “Ah.”
“Just set off the thunderbolt, and it should jump straight through the wire, trying to get to ground.”
> “Oooo…K.”
> She hesitantly flies up carrying the cloud.
> How exactly she can support her weight with such a low flapping rate you will never know.
> She is clearly nervous as she shuffles with the cloud.
> “Wait, can’t twilight just shoot the hinge and break it?”
> Twilight scoffs.
> ”Pfft. Silly me, why didn’t I think of that!”
> She braces herself, then closes her eyes and concentrates.
> Nothing happens.
> She strains.
> Nothing Happens
> It looks like she is trying to take a massive dump.
> Still, nothing is happening.
> Then she collapses, panting.
> After a few awkward seconds, you speak up.
“Ok… I don’t know what that was.”
>  “He…must have put … anti-magic wards.”
“Wait your telling me you have magic here?
> Twilight groans.
> “Darling, while I’m sure twilight would love to explain magic to you, she is pretty spent from her exertion.”
“Ok, ok, I know better than to push it.”
> You turn back to Rainbow.
“You’re still on.”
> She carefully winds her legs back, and kicks the cloud as hard as she can.
> The crackle of thunder sounds out and purple arcs jump to rainbow’s anklet.
> You look at the bolt in the gate.
> For an instant, it glows red, before turning grey again.
“Keep at it rainbow! It’s working!”
> She kicks the cloud again and again.
> The bolt glows cherry red, then orange, then the edges begin to sag.
> You grab a panel of wood, and push the head of the bolt.
> The wood instantly bursts into flame, but the head of the bolt moves, and, with the consistency of tar, slowly tapers off and breaks off.
“Alright Rainbow, stop.”
> “Don’t have to tell me twice”
> She is breathing heavily and beads of sweat cling to her fur.
> Without a heat source, the rest of the pin cools and contracts, and after about 30 seconds, falls out of the hinge and plinks on the stone floor.
> You push on the iron gate and it falls forward, slamming into the ground with a heavy thud.
“Like magic.”
> You look back to your fellow captives.
“Shall we?”