Prison Bitch P1

>Day Overly Elaborate ‘Fetch’ Quest in Equestria
>Your name is Anonymous.
>You smash the snooze button with an angry and tired fist, hoping that maybe the spell wore off.
>It is too damn early o’ clock.
>And you really REALLY wish that this alarm clock wasn’t indestructible.
>Stupid Twilight Sparkle and her housewarming gifts.
>Who WANTS to wake up in the morning?
>You roll over, hugging your pillow
>Wait you only have one pillow.
>And your head is on it.
>You open your eyes, still a bit gummy from sleepies.
>You’re met with a yellow lump of pony, fast asleep in your arms.
>…
“Fluttershy.” You grumble to the sleeping pony.
>Her teal eyes blink open slowly.
>”Oh…good morning Anonymous~” She says with a smile.
>You feel her tail swish under blanket.
“I am way too tired to throw you out, so if you’d please show yourself the door, that’d be great.”
>”Oh…but…um don’t you have work today?”
“Yes, but that has nothing to do with you. Now please. Let me go back to sleep.”
>”B-but um…what if I already started a pot of coffee for you, made you breakfast, set your clothes out and let Rarity know you’d be there in a half hour?”
>You breathe the heaviest sigh that you can muster.
“Fluttershy…the perfect morning is not my fetish.”
>Her eyes twinkle with happiness as her hooves grip the covers.
>”Do…do you mean that this was the perfect morning? Holding me close and…and drooling on me?”
>You close your eyes and wish the day was over already.
>”Um…is that a yes?”
“Go start the shower for me, Fluttershy.”
>”Anything for you, my love.” She says, kissing your cheek and leaving a spot of slobber  before she rolls out of bed and flutters towards the bathroom.
>For all intents and purposes you would be shaking with rage at all of the events that have occurred thus far this morning.
>As it stands, however, you’ve tried your hardest to get used to them.
>Fluttershy has been coming over every morning attempting to woo you in her own ‘Fluttershy’ way, and while she was majorly unsuccessful, her stubbornness was admirable.
>And it was even better when she gave you gifts and the like, trying to make you happy.
>You should probably feel cruel for taking advantage of her, but this is the same pony that thought it was a good idea to lace your coffee with aphrodisiacs.
>Your erection lasted longer than four hours and you had to go to the hospital.
>It was serious business.
>You claw the covers off of you and slump to the side of your bed, rubbing your tired eyes as the morning light starts to show through the window.
>The shower begins to spit out its scalding liquid, causing Fluttershy to eep.
>You don’t question how she turned the knobs with hooves, either.
>You stand and approach the door, meeting her half way.
“Fluttershy, I really appreciate all of this. You shouldn’t have gone through all of this. You know I don’t like ponies like that.”
>”B-but…it made you happy right?”
>You exhale another heavy sigh, running your hand through your hair frustratedly.
“Be that as it may, Fluttershy, it doesn’t mean you can break into my home and-“
>”Oh…I didn’t break in. The Mayor gave me the extra key so I could take care of you.” Fluttershy says, cutting you off.
“…should I even ask why, at this point?”
>”Um, well she thinks you’re an animal and thinks I’m youre…caretaker?”
>She shrugs a little, still smiling.
>You bring your palm to your face dramatically and pass Fluttershy, closing the door in front of her.
“No, you can’t come in. No I don’t need help scrubbing my ‘hard to reach places’.” You call to her, knowing what she’s thinking.
>You hear an audible ‘awww’ outside the door and roll your eyes.
>You strip off your clothes and grimace slightly as the volatile water embraces your body.
>After a brief shower you dress in some denim jeans, rather obnoxiously emblazoned with Rarity’s cutie mark, and a button up work shirt.
>No need to look nice today, though Prissypants would disagree.
>You head downstairs, where you find Fluttershy seemingly putting some things in one of her saddlebags.
“You know, I can’t say I’m surprised that you’restealing from me too Fluttershy. But I am very disappointed in you.”
>She turns to you confused, a sandwich in her mouth.
“What is that, peanut butter and jelly? Damn good choice.”
>You walk up to her and look at its contents.
>A water bottle, the sandwich, some baby carrots, and…a blanket?
“Uh, are you planning on going camping or something?”
>She shakes her head, smiling.
>”Anon, you’re so silly sometimes. I’m letting you borrow my bag so you can take it with you when you go help Rarity.”
>You blink at her a couple times.
“Fluttershy, why are you doing all this for me? It’s not going to make me magically like you or something.”
>”Well, if I take care of you, then that makes you happy, so that makes me happy too.” She says, shutting the bag’s little clasp.
>You can choose to comment on this, and prove her right, or you can just take the bag and get out of Dodge.
>”Oh and I made you a thermos of coffee. Rarity has a tendency to um…overwork her help so be careful.”
>Poor Spike.
>You rustle Fluttershy’s mane and take up the little saddlebag, wearing it like a backpack.
>Yeah, of course its yellow and pink and emblazoned with Fluttershy’s trademark butterflies.
>Back home you would have been laughed at to death.
>But here…well…haters gonna hate.
>You pop open the thermos, and take a swig of god’s nectar before setting out for the day.
“Oh and Fluttershy, please don’t be here when I get home, okay? You don’t live here.”
>You close the door behind you before she responds.
>You doubt she’d listen to you, but a little bit of hope goes a long way.
>You look down at your wrist.
>Judging by the freckles on your arm, you should probably hurry up, else Rarity will have a fit on you being late.
>You start the trek through town to the Boutique, many ponies hustling and bustling through their morning affairs in simple quiet before everything gets busy in a couple of hours.
>Must be nice to have a regular job.
>Instead, you were pretty much forced into odd jobs.
>Painting Applejack’s barn…again.
>Being Rainbow Dash’s stopwatch holder.
>Grading papers for Cheerilee.
>Now you were to help Rarity find gems.
>Why in the world she requested your help is beyond your comprehension.
>The two of you never got along.
>She was a smarmy sarcastic bitch who thought she was, in her own words, ‘the type of p0ny everyp0ny should know’.
>On Earth she’d probably be a catch, but here she came off as a stuck up cunt.
>Which also made her really easy to mess with, which was pretty much the only reason you decided to help her.
>And, well, she’s pretty loaded with dosh, so there’s that too.
>You make it to the Boutique with minimal effort, waving ‘Hi’ to Rainbow on the way as she goes about her weather duties.
>You go to knock on the door but find it flying open, an angry Rarity staring at you.
>”I have been waiting a full fifteen minutes, Anonymous. I thought I specified to show up early?”
“I don’t have a watch.”
>”Well that is not my fault, is it?” She says, passing through the doorway.
>She’s dressed in a little white sunhat, complete with a purple flower and a blue ribbon, matching herself perfectly.
>Oh god she’s so conceited.
>”Come now Anonymous, we have much work ahead of us. Why, last time I went gem hunting in the badlands I was kidnapped by the natives. Can you believe the nerve? Kidnapping moi?”
>She looks at your queerly for a moment.
>”Why do you have Fluttershy’s saddlebag, Anonymous?”
>You try your best to ignore her, and grab the shovel convienently located by the door.
>It too, has her cutie mark rather obnoxiously studded into the white handle.
>For fucks sake, Rarity.
>”I see you’re not feeling talkative this morn, that’s not a problem at all. In fact, I prefer the conversation be kept at this caliber of nobility.”
>Okay, really.
“Damnit Rarity, I’m just tired, alright?”
>She looks back to you shocked as the two of you make your way out of Ponyville proper and down the path towards the Badlands.
>”Anonymous, I’m just trying to make conversation. No need to be rude. It’s not like I want to trot out here in the filthy plains and get my hooves dirty either.”
>She magicks out a little list from her bags.
>”But I’ve received a few orders that call for quite a few gems and this area is teeming with them.”
“Yeah yeah, I get it, and I’m the only big strong male that can give you a helping hand.”
>”Hoof, darling. But yes. I do hope that we do not encounter any more of those wretched dogs though.”
“I think that I’ll be enough to scare them off, if needs be.”
>Besides, you had a shovel and a thermos of coffee.
>There’s not a damn thing in life that can stop you.
>Besides, you’re going to be digging holes and shit.
>Heh.
>Momma always said you’d be digging ditches.
>As the two of you continue, the brush starts to clear and rocks appear more frequent.
>Judging by Rarity’s pace, you seem to have arrived at the proper place.
>”Alright, darling, here is the plan. I will use my magic to locate the gems, and you will dig them up. Simple as that.”
>You nod your head.
>Yay, backbreaking work.

>The two of you set about your work, Rarity lazing by and pointing her azure shine at various spot in the ground.
>You were actually making progress, surprisingly. The soil here was soft and it wasn’t that hard to dig the gems up.
>Oddly enough they seemed to be pretty much only a foot or two below the ground.
>Fucking weird ass p0ny world.
>Rarity brought a few bags for you to dump the multicolored crystals into, and you actually had the beginnings of half a bag full.
>”Anonymous, I think we need to go deeper.”
>BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
“Wait, what do you mean? I’m digging these holes JUST deep enough. I’m not a fucking dwarf.”
>She looks at you funny for a moment.
>Oh wait, they don’t have dwarves here.
>You wipe the sweat from your brow with your shirt sleeve as she continues.
>”As in, I think we need to go into the caverns below us. There’s one issue with that, however.”
“We’re both going to die alone down there, aren’t we?”
>”What? No, Anonymous. The issue is that they’re the Diamond Dogs’ caverns. I do believe we’ll be fine, but we shouldn’t go too deep.”
“You’re going to send me in alone, aren’t you.”
>”Of course not, Anonymous! Why, I am insulted to find that you’d think me so heartless.”
>You follow her over to a little passage between a rock formation, leading downwards.
>”Besides, you’d be right blind without me, what with your lack of magic and all.”
>Urge to smack Rarity with the shovel rising.
“Okay, fine, lets just get this over with. You’d better pay me well for this shit.”
>”Always with the money. Come now, darling, is not my company far worthier?”
>You decline a response as you follow her down.
>As the darkness begins to engulf the light, she shines her horn briefly and the caverns light up, the rocky walls a brilliant blue color.
>Weird, the dirt above wasn’t blue.
>Fucking magic, probably.
>”Alright, Anonymous, please stick close to me and don’t stray too far. This place is full of pitfalls and danger.”
“Fine, fine, let’s just hurry this up.”
>The two of you start to traverse the cave, going deeper through the tunnels while Rarity shines her gem-finding spell every once and a while.
>Strangely, you’re actually not finding any gems aside from a few agates here and there.
>”I don’t understand…when I was here last this place was filled with gems.”
“Maybe the diamond dogs mined it all?”
>”Perhaps. Let me try something.” She says, stopping for a moment.
>You help yourself to your peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
>Rarity braces herself, straining slightly as the magic around her horn grows larger, sparking azure for a moment.
>In a flash of light, she sends a stream of magical energy down the corridor. In the distance you can see the magic branching out and going down other passages.
>”There, that spell should locate any gems for us by making them shine brightly through the walls. Come, I’d like to get out of here before sunset.”
“Uh, Rarity, I just have one question.”
>”What’s that, Darling.”
“If you’re so worried about being found, why did you send a flashlight all of the way down the tunnels? And while I’m complaining, do you know how to get out of here?”
>She goes silent for a moment, her blue eyes wide as they look like you just peed on her dress.
“What, I figured you were keeping track.”
>”Anonymous, please stop talking.”
>You roll your eyes and walk forward, with her following you.
>Fuck it, you have a job to do.
>As the two of you continue down the corridor, the gems become more and more sparse and you begin to actually worry.
>You weren’t claustrophobic or scared or anything, but it’s the fact that you’re in unfamiliar territory that really rustles you.
>And that your only companion was Fashion Horse.
>”Anonymous, perhaps we should turn back.”
“Why, I thought we went down here for your gems and shit.”
>”Because I get this uneasy feeling that we’re being followed.”
>You quickly turn, suddenly paranoid.
>Nothing but black darkness, barely illuminated by Rarity’s light spell.
>”Well I don’t see anything. But hey, if you’ll still pay me the same amount of money for a little over half a bag of gems, then alright.”
>She sneers at you.
>”Fine, Anonymous, if you’re so keen on finishing the job then I’ll head back.”
>She levitates a little milky-white orb out of her sack.
>”This is a lightstone.” She says, placing it into your palm.
>”Simply knock it against a hard surface and it should light your way for a few hours. Now, just fill up that one bag and I’ll consider your task complete.”
“And you’re not at all worried about me? Leaving me alone in the middle of the damn caverns?”
>”Anonymous, you’re easily two feet taller than me and have muscles that I likely can’t even pronounce. I surely doubt that you really need me of all people babysitting YOU.”
>You breathe a heavy sigh as Rarity walks past you toward from whence you came.
>”Ciao, Anonymous, don’t be long. I’ll be at the Boutique. If you’re not back in two hours I’ll be forced to come back and I may dock your pay.”
“Why the hell for?”
>”Because you’re a pain in the flank.”
>With that she departs, taking her magic light with her, leaving you in the darkness.
>You activate the lightstone and walk slowly into the caverns, Rarity’s soft hooffalls the only sound you hear until even they go silent.
>Truth be told, you kind of just wanted to go on an adventure.
>You didn’t really care about the money, not having a lot to spend it on.
>No video games or really any ‘fun’ things to buy around here.
>You glance at the walls and wonder a bit about what Rarity said.
>She said she was kidnapped, but didn’t tell you the details.
>She seemed pretty eager to go down here though, so likely she’s not really worried.
>And this was Technicolor cutie-mark branded p0ny land. There was no damn way that you were in any danger at all.
>The silence is kind of calming, too.
>Rarity wasn’t that bad, really, but she was definitely only good in small doses.
>That kind of went for the rest of the ponies, as well.
>Everyone was so damn…colorful here.
>After a bit, you stop even looking at the walls.
>This tunnel is dry of gems, and you’re having a mild amount of fun playing spelunker for a while.
>You walk on, using the shovel as a walking stick and hefting the gem sack in your other hand.
>You wonder what’s down here, really.
>Why the hell are there dogs underground, anyway? That’s all kinds of weird.
>Soon, you start to notice some wooden reinforcements on the walls as you just sort of trudge in a forward direction, not caring the turns you take.
>Reinforcements mean civilization.
>Hm.
>”Who goes there!” A raspy voice calls from the darkness ahead of you.
>You raise the little orb to see if you can find anyone, but see nothing.
“Uh, Anonymous the human?”
>It’s not like they’d know who you were anyway.
>You walk a little forward to see if you can get a better look when something hits your neck with a sting.
>You immediately reach a hand out to find out what it is.
>Something fuzzy? Oh fuck you’ve seen this movie before.
>Sure enough, your ass has been tranquilized.
>Within a few seconds you fall to your knees, the multicolor gems spewing forth, glittering amongst the small light source.
>Fuck.

>”I have brought the thief, your lordship!”
>”What in the world is he?”
>”He called himself a hyoo-man, but he bears the mark of the ponies.”
>You begin to regain consciousness with a headache that would probably rival a hangover.
>You don’t even attempt to open your eyes, but a cursory sensory examination is in order.
>You hear fire, and there’s some voices talking. They sound like they’ve smoked a little too many cigarettes.
>Your hands seem to be bound with rope behind you and you’re on your knees.
>”Is he a pony in disguise?”
>”I don’t think so. No hooves. He’s got paws like us.”
>”Hyoo-man, do you speak?”
“Mrrph” You grumble, the sedative still kind of working its magic on you apparently.
>”You are charged with stealing from the gem treasury, hyoo-man. And it seems that you’re working for the ponies.”
>What.
>You open your eyes with a little difficulty and cannot help but smile slightly.
>You see in front of you a rather gaudily decorated throne, craft of the same blue stone in the caverns.
>Two of what you figure are Diamond Dogs stand next to the throne, hefting spears crafted of crystal and stone, their helmets obscuring their faces.
>Shit they’re kind of buff looking actually, what with those huge arms.
>And on the throne sits another, bedecked in a red and white robe that looks like it was bought from a costume shop. It’s even complete with a stupidly elaborate crown.
>But it’s the dog himself that you find hilarious looking.
>Where the other guards look kind of generic dog-like, the one on the throne seems to be modeled after a dachshund, his arms small and short with a body that’s far too long for him.
>You wonder how the hell he walks, with those tiny feet.
>”What do you find amusing, hyoo-man.” He snarls, attempting to sound frightening.
“I…I just have to ask. How the hell do you get around on those tiny legs?”
>His dark eyes go wide in rage, baring his teeth at you.
>You probably should keep your mouth shut, but again, pony land.
>”Take him to the pound!”
>THE POUND OH LORD
>You burst into laughter, doubling over.
“Are you serious, you call it a pound? Oh god that’s good.”
>His eyes lower as he begins to growl.
>”And stick him in with Red. We’ll see how much he laughs then.”
>He grins, waving a little paw at the guards probably behind you.
>They pick you up with minimal effort in your beefy paws, carrying you out of the antechamber.
“So, uh, where am I, if you don’t mind me asking.”
>They don’t answer you, but you can guess from the all of the other dogs around you that you’re in their territory and that the wiener back there was their king or whatever.
“Alright, next question. Who is Red?”
>That actually elicits a smirk from one of them.
>”You won’t last til morning.”
“Well that sounds like fun. Not like I can see the sun, so it could be morning right now, eh?”
>The guard jabs you in the ribs with a paw, knocking the wind out of you.
>Holy crap these fuckers are stronger than they seem.
>You’re being taken to a prison, and you’re not going to last til morning in a cell with ‘Red’, whoever that is.
>Maybe you should be a little scared.
>You’d never been to jail before.
>But how bad can it be? This is magical p0ny land.
>And while theses aren’t magical ponies, they’re magical dogs. Or something like that.
>They lead you through a few tunnels, the guards not saying much to you.
>The place is carved entirely by stone, but they all seem to be hewn by hand, slabs of stone uneven on some edges.
>The walls are lined with a material similar to your lightstone, suspended in sconces much like a gas lantern in the old days back home.
>You spy a couple other diamond dogs on the way, and they give you the same curious-yet-frightened look that the ponies gave you when you arrived in Ponyville the first time.
>You probably should have stayed in bed today.
>…no, because then you’d be with Fluttershy.
>Oh god, her bag.
>You didn’t like her, but that was her property.
>And oh god your gems and the shovel.
>Rarity was going to throw an hour long fit at this rate.
>Maybe theyre in an evidence locker or whatever.
>You’re lead down some stairs and into what looks like a sewer portcullis, guarded by two other diamond dogs in what seems to be bright orange football gear, sans helmet.
>Eurgh, you’re not Rarity and even you know that’s horrible.
>”This is the special prisoner Baron von Bourguignon requested. He said to stick her in with Red.” The guard grumbles through the grate.
>A toothy grin flashes across the orange-clad figure, shining a few gems set in as replacement teeth that have since been filed down.
>”Bring him in. I don’t know what he is, but I’m sure we’re gonna have a lot of fun with him.” He says with a sort of perverted glee.
>Okay, you’re a little scared now.
>Maybe this wasn’t one of your best ideas.
>…but hey, adventure!
>You’r e being thrown in prison with an alien race, which seems to think you won’t even last the night.
>You’ll be fine.
>The guards open the portcullis and lead you into the prison, a rank smell of unwashed dog soon washes over you as the prison guards grab hold of you and walk you through.
“Holy shit don’t you guys wash? Goddamn.”
>The toothy one grins.
>”No we don’t. That’s fine, you won’t have time to get used to the smell anyway.”
“You fucks keep saying that like I’m going to die. What the fuck is ‘Red’?”
>”You’ll see, vermin.”
>You huff quietly and remember how to act based on the only source you have.
>Television.
>So…bitches who be snitches get stitches.
>Carry a shank.
>Smuggle cigarettes in your butthole.
>What else…
>Oh, tunnel your way out with a rusty spoon.
>You’re already underground so that last one won’t work probably.
>You don’t have a shank or any cigarettes either.
>So, the last rule you can do: don’t be a snitch.
>Aight, well you were a smartass by trade, so that oughta win you some fame, right?
>…
>Fear begins to set in as the guards deposit you in a room that’s stark save for two doors.
>You’re still shackled with rope behind your back, but they’ve tied you so damn tight that you’re beginning to lose feeling in your hands.
>You try to keep your breathing stable as another guard enters the room, this time holding what looks like a police baton.
>”Strip, vermin.”
>You’re not in the mood for a beating, but this seems to be going south rather quickly.
“I can’t move my hands.” You say, wiggling them exaggeratedly.
>He frowns and goes around to your hands, cutting them with a claw.
>You could try and fight your way out, but your wimpy 4chan addled frame is probably no match for these dog-people’s brute force.
>You strip your shirt and jeans off, the cold air hitting your pale skin instantly, causing a slight shiver.
>You are now standing in only your lucky blue and white striped boxers.
>They weren’t so lucky today but hey, they’re loyal.
>They were worth a second chance.
>”All of it, vermin, and hurry up. Warden’s waitin.”
“Seriously?”
>”Do I sound funny to you? Take em off.”
>You look down to your boxers with sad eyes.
>It was the only bit of clothing you were wearing that wasn’t made by Rarity.
>A last vestige of Earth-cotton.
>The guard growls, getting impatient.
>You hang your head in shame and slowly lower the striped relic onto the floor, covering your junk with your hands.
>”I bet yer fuckin tiny down there too. Bwaahahah!” He guffaws, doubling over a bit.
>Your rage builds as you grit your teeth.
“There, are you fucking happy? What, do you want to do a cavity search too?”
>He grins wide, showing off his yellowing teeth.
>”I think you’ll get enough searchin’ later.”
>God you shouldn’t have given him the idea in the first place.
>You bend to pick up your clothes when he steps forward, poking the baton painfully into the top of your head.
>”Leave em.”
“You can’t be serious.”
>He looks at you dead in the eye.
>”Ah said leave em.”
>Aw hell naw.
>You’re not going to prison fucking naked.
>That’s a death sentence.
>But if you try to resist…well you felt how strong those dogs were when they picked you up by the arm.
>This is starting to get worse and worse.
>And you haven’t even met the mysterious ‘Red’ that is apparently supposed to be your doom.
>…what the fuck did you do to deserve this?
>Fuck it; you’re blaming Fluttershy for all of this shit.
>You could have slept in!
>You grumble curses under your breath as you step away from your clothes slowly.
>This is bullshit.
>The guard follows you, pressing the baton with only a little force into the small of your back.
>”Yer kinda wierd lookin. What are ya?”
“I’m a human. I’m the only one of my kind.”
>Maybe he’ll listen and put you somewhere safer, since you’re endangered.
>”HAW HAW HAW! That’s rich. Well that’s about to change.”
>He leads you into an elevator; one of the old fashioned ones ran by ropes.
>You kind of wonder why they’re so behind in technology, compared to the ponies.
>You also begin shivering, goosebumps beginning to form on your skin.
“Why do I have to be naked.”
>”You don’t, but that’s good that you already know how to obey.”
>He grins that evil toothy smile and you clench your un-tied fists.
>You could just punch the shit out of him.
>Just fucking crack his jaw.
>…or crack your fists.
>You sigh and hang your head, quiet.
>You only had to be down here a couple hours, then Rarity would come back and look for you.
>Rarity wouldn’t give up on a friend.
>…you were Rarity’s friend right…
>The elevator opens up and…the scene in front of you is akin to a show on HBO.
>Cells line the walls, with barking and shouting and all manner of noise being emitted from all manner of orifice.
>This is kind of intimidating.
>Especially since you’re fucking naked.
>The guard shoves you along and you start to walk down the aisle.
>They’re all yelling at you in various languages and barking.
>You try to stare at the floor, your sad penis shriveled into your body.
>You’ve never felt so shamed in your life.
>This is fucking horrible.
>…only a couple hours before they come down and find you.
>Wait. You think you just heard your name.
>You turn and look in the direction you think it came from, but through the sea of bodies you can’t make a lot out.
>Diamond dogs mostly. A couple griffons. A minotaur. Some ponies. None of them recognizable though.
>You see a couple of them licking their lips and shouting something in your direction.
>Thank god you can’t make out what they’re saying.
>”Yer probably thinkin ‘I’m glad I’m not in there’
>He leads you to a hallway adjacent to what you guess is the primary hold.
>Several doors line the wall, carved out of what looks to be metal of some kind.
>This place is ridiculous.
>And you’re fucking freezing.
>You and the guard pass by all of the doors before you reach the very end of the passage, one final door.
>You’re guessing this is your cell then.
>The guard pulls out a little red crystal from a shirt pocket and sticks it into an indentation in the door.
>The door slides open, by magic probably.
>Inside it is very dark. You can hear a faint breathing, almost snoring coming from one of the corners of the room.
>”Red, you have a new friend. He’s a soft one too.” He near-whispers to whatever is inside.
>There’s no response.
>The guard sort of shoves you into the dark room.
“So what the fuck man, how long am I supposed to be in here for? I didn’t even get sentenced.”
>”Til Red grows tired of ya.”
“The fuck does that mean. AND WHAT THE FUCK IS RED!” You yell as the guard slams the door shut.
>You’re stuck in the dark room with whatever is in the corner.
>You’re guessing that’s Red.
“Um. Okay. Uh, hello?” You turn and say something to whatever is in the corner.
>It’s dark, so you can’t really see anything.
“Is there light or something?”
>Suddenly a little dim yellow crystal on the roof of the cell lights up.
>Oh, cool, voice activated.
>You take the chance of light to look at whatever was snoring.
>And it’s looking at you too.
>There in the corner, curled into a ball is what seems to be a diamond dog.
>It peers into you with bright golden eyes, not blinking.
>You notice that it’s also muzzled with a dark brown leather mask over the majority of its face.
>Except it takes up nearly a full fourth of the whole cell in its bulk.
>It’s covered in somewhat shaggy crimson hair, thick ruffles of fur over its shoulders and on its head sort of like a head of hair.
“Uh, hello?”
>It’s muzzled, stupid.
>It’s still staring at you too, keeping quiet.
>This is the thing that’s supposed to kill you or whatever?
>You take another look at it and the cell.
>It seems to be laying on a bed of torn clothing or some kind of cloth.
>There’s a little hole in the ground on the other side of the cell, what’s probably the urinal or something.
>And aside from the crystal, that’s really all there is.
>The creature itself seems to be pretty docile, surprisingly. You had no idea what you were expecting actually.
>You look back to it and it’s since curled back into a ball.
>But an eye is still on you.
>You shiver again, your teeth starting to chatter.
>A movement flashes in the corner of your eye.
>It’s bushy crimson tail seems to be wagging ever so slightly.
>…it’s a giant fucking puppy dog.
>You take a couple slow steps forward.
>The golden eye watching you.
>And the tail still wiggling a little.
>Your foot steps on the little pile of clothes, faint warmth found on the bottom of your feet at the very least.
>You’re not only a foot or so away from one of its massive feet.
>It’s a giant dog. And it’s wagging its tail.
>You must pet it.
>You kneel down on your knees, still shivering a little, but there’s a faint residual heat coming from the beast.
“Hey there. Uh, do you mind if I pet you?”
>It’s point ears wiggle a little, but it’s muzzled so it probably can’t speak.
>It makes no effort to stop you as you reach out your hand, shakily.
>In fact, you can see the tail moving a little faster.
>You rest your hand on its side, feeling the warm fur, though it’s dirty and matted.
>Your teeth chatter a little more and you get an idea.
“Um, Mr. Dog…”
>The dog growls ever so slightly.
“Ms. Dog?”
>The growling stops.
>It understands English! Cool.
“Do…do you mind if I lay here with you? They took my clothes and I’m fucking freezing.”
>Fuck it, you’re cold, and you don’t really have another option.
>She moves a little towards the wall, pulling her massive hands closer to her chest to…give you a little room?
>The hell?
>This is the thing you’re supposed to be scared of?
“You’re not scary at all, Red.”
>The tail enters full wag status as you move a little forward and lay down on the tatters next to the smelly dog creature.
>You briefly consider rummaging through the tattered clothes but they’re likely all too big.
>You were the only human here, anyway.
>You lay next to her at first, with her eyes fixated on you.
>Your heart is actually beating pretty fast, probably out of fear.
>This thing was massive, easily the biggest diamond dog you’ve seen.
>It could still crush you without a second thought.
>But you’re a brave lad.
>That’s how you got into this shit-fiesta.
>So you sidle a little closer to her.
>She catches you off guard and wraps a meaty arm around you, pulling you into her chest.
>Oh god it’s so warm.
“T-thank you, Red.”
>You hear the frantic swishing of her large bushy tail against her makeshift bed.
>You can also feel her heartbeat now, and it’s beating a million miles a minute.
>Hey.
>You think she likes you.