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- >Be Anon
- >You've been in the slammer for three weeks now and the faces of your fellow inmates change with the days
- >Be out in the yard with this week's homeboys shooting hoops during pre-snack Recess
- >Turns out, HORSE was a thing here too
- >Little horses wish they could match your mad skills
- >Time was almost up and you wanted to finish this session with a bang
- >A quick self-alleyoop and you are sailing towards net more majestically than a slow motion fat-person-fail montage
- >Time slows down and you can feel the yards eyes on you as you pull off the most historic play in Recess history
- >Suddenly, you feel something's wrong
- >You're too high
- >You over-compensated
- >Your arm comes up in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable but it's too late for mercy
- >The rim connects with your jaw in a spectacular fashion and all you can see is little Jordan's swimming in your vision, shaking their heads in dissappointement
- >Stupid fucking shorty-ass horse nets
- >How can a brother dunk on that?
- >Shit's racist yo
- >You regain feeling in your everything and find yourself lying on the ground
- >A tingling sensation builds in your arm and suddenly all you can feel is the burning needles that are spearing your palm
- >You reflexively curl around the appendage, hissing through clenched teeth
- >"Whoa Anon! Are you okay, bruh?"
- >"Yeah Anon, that was a nasty fall."
- >A crowd builds around you, pressing in on your prone form and their muttering grows louder as they question your wellbeing
- >You wave the concerned prisoners back with your good hand, it's just a fucking scratch
- >"Alright, that's enough everyone!"
- >A voice cuts in from behind the crowd
- >"Step back, give him some air!"
- >The crowd obediently spreads out, letting a small pink mare trot through
- >"Hello Anon, I don't think we've met before, I'm Candy Stripe."
- >No shit?
- >The apron didn't give that one away at all
- >"Now come on, show me what the damage is."
- >You hesitantly hold out your hand, burning in the open air
- >The muttering grows louder and you think you hear a pony collapse in the back of the crowd
- >The tiny mare lets out a small "Oooh" before magicking over a small garden hose to wash the dirt off of your hand
- >"Okay, Anon. Deep breaths," she commands, leading you through some breathing excersises; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale
- >She holds the third breath and you follow suit
- >The cold water washes over your hand and you feel the cuts being cleansed
- >You didn't even grimace
- >Stone
- >Cold
- >Candy gives you a wide smile and nods her head approvingly
- >You can't help but smile too
- >The look lessens somewhat with her next sentance
- >"Good job, Anon! But I need to disinfect the cut now."
- >She slowly levitates a bottle of peroxide out of her apron, horn glowing a gentle green
- >Suppressed childhood memories come flashing back
- >The stinging agony of that evil bottle was greater than the agony of every cut you'd ever had
- >Reflexively, you snatch your hand back, shooting the mare a glare
- >She puts on a worried look and makes soothing sounds while rubbing your arm
- >"Shh, it'll be okay, Anon. I promise. Just look into my eyes and you won't feel a thing."
- >In spite of the screaming voice in your head, the mare coaxes your hand out from you
- >You want to trust the little mare
- >Her pretty green eyes capture yours as the bottle slowly, so slowly makes its way to your hand
- >From the corner of your eye you see a stallion bury his head in the shoulder of another who whispers in his ear
- >You can't help but dart your eyes down as the bottle nears
- >"Ah ah ah, eyes up here, Anon!"
- >The mare uses a hoof to guide your gaze back to her
- >You hold her gaze even as you feel the first drops of Satan's moonshine strike your open palm
- >A rabid hissing fills the air as millions of germs cry out as one and are silenced
- >A pony in the crowd breaks down at the sound, sobbing quietly
- >This goes on forever, but you don't notice the time passing in Candy's caring green eyes
- >As soon as it begins, the hissing stops and you let out a short breath
- >Candy Stripe positively beams at you while she screws the cap back onto the bottle of death
- >"I'm so proud of you, Anon! You're so tough!"
- >A rumble of consent echoes from the crowd
- >You didn't make a peep, not one sound during that trial
- "Thanks, Candy. You're the best."
- >You can't help but gently scratch her white mane
- >Her eyes close and she makes a happy sound as you express your gratitude
- >Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that Snack Time started almost five minutes ago
- >Candy's eyes snap open and she giggles at your body's protest to mild starvation
- >"Come on, Anon. I hear they have Tiramisu today!"
- >Fuck yeah
- >Love Tiramisu
- >The crowd just watches you walk towards the cafeteria doors, utterly in awe of the toughest motherfucker to walk through the front doors
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