Scootaloo's Sexy Prison Adventure

>You look out the window as the prison bus trundles across the desert road.
>Your seat jumps as you hit a pothole, the vehicle's suspension either shot or nonexistant.
>Ahead of you looms the great monstrosity that is Canterlot Women's Penitentiary.

>You are Scootaloo.
>Eighteen, as of last Spring.
>Now looking at an indeterminate sentence for the worst crime known to man
>Public nudity.
>You suspect there may have been some bias in your sentencing.
>Truth be told, you aren't too worried.
>A few months in prison would do wonders for your street cred!
>And really, who knows what goes on behind those walls?
>Rumor has it that the place is run by a sex crazed maniac, and the entire place is a nonstop lesbian orgy.
>That doesn't sound too bad at all!

>The bus rolls to a stop at the gate and you're ushered out, small frame clinking in your shackles.
>A pair of faceless guards walk you inside (both female, you note), and to the Warden's office.
>Your heart beats furiously as they leave you in front of the door and walk out.
>You look around. There's a bench, the door you entered, and the door to the office.
>Not a window in sight.
>You tap your foot impatiently, then shuffle forward.
>This is a prison camp, not a gulag! Are they trying to kill you with boredom!?
>You raise your fist, about waist height as that's how far the shackles allow, and knock.
>The intercom crackles to life.
>"Stand where you were told, Prisoner 1069"
>Heh. Prisoner 1069.
>Nice.
>You back away, looking around again.
>You spy the bench.
>Well, no point in tiring yourself out. May as well sit.
>You slide down into the uncomfortable wooden bench.
>You look down at yourself and your boring grey prison jumpsuit.
>Try to pull it down a bit, show a little cleavage- not that there's much to show.
>You do have a piercing though...
>But the lumpy thing is about as sexy as a burlap sack.
>Still, may as well get comfortable!
>You lean over, propping yourself on your elbow, and trying to like, cross one leg over the other, all seductive like.
>It doesn't really work, what with the shackles.
>Damn! Too bad chains aren't sexy!
>You just manage to shift yourself into a position... resembling sexy, you hope, when the intercom buzzes.
>"Enter."
>Oh.
>Well, that works too.
>You slide off the bench, only to roll and land on your face.
"Ow!"
>It seems in your posing, the chain got caught between the slats.
>You try to stand, but the caught bit is right near your ankles.
>You flop on the floor.
"Ack! Um- I'm stuck!"
>The intercom buzzes again.
>"Prisoner 1069, enter."
"Ah, um, sure thing! Just- just a sec!"
>Yup, you're stuck good.
>Smooth, Scootaloo, smooth.
>Real sexy there champ.
>You hear footsteps, and the door opens.
>You see a pair of polished, black, high heeled boots step into your field of view.
>They stop by your head, and the owner crouches, smooth purple legs stretching from the top of the knee high boots to a very, very tight pair of shorts.
>A hand grabs your hair, jerking your head back to stare up at cold, dark eyes.
>"Having trouble there, 1069?"
>The way her full, glossy lips form around the words 'sixty-nine' almost distracts you from the fact that you are probably very, very in danger.
>You swallow nervously.
"Yeah, a bit."
>She drops your head, letting you smack the floor.
>"Untangle yourself, and crawl into my office. You've lost your walking privileges."
>She turns, the tail of her long, black cape smacking you in the face.
"Yeah, I'll do that."
>It takes almost a minute, but you finally manage to free your feet.
>You go to stand, but then remember what the Warden said.
>You decide to stay on your knees. Better not to get on her bad side day one.
>You crawl on your hands and knees, pushing past the heavy metal door.
>"Took you long enough," the Warden said shortly. "At least you're finally following directions. Do you like being on the ground?"
>Old instincts kick in, from back in soccer practice.
"N-no ma'am."
>"Hmph."
>She steps toward you, and plants her boot on your back.
>"I think it suits you, personally." She leans in, driving you down with the weight of her foot. "You degenerate slut."
>You hold your tongue as you eat carpet, your face pressed roughly against the cheap, rough office flooring.
>Finally she lets you up, dropping a silvery key in front of you.
>"Pick that up and remove your shackles. You will be changing into our uniform."
>You grab the key and stand, for the first time really looking at the warden.
>She sits on her rolling office chair like a throne, slick black cape spread beneath her.
>Her long, slender legs crossed domineeringly at the knee.
>Her-
>Your heart thuds, and you feel your nose might be about to bleed.
>Her... "uniform" is like something out of one of Rainbow Dash's magazines.
>Long, villainous cape. Short, black denim shorts, long leather boots, and... nothing else.
>Her small, perky tits are covered in two matching Xs of black tape, otherwise free to the wind.
>A stiff, flat topped military cap rests on her head, atop a head of hair cut sternly straight.
>She licks her lips hungrily when she sees you staring, and slowly, pointedly, uncrossed her legs, shifting them to cross the opposite way.
>"Trust me," she says with some amusement, "you'll have plenty of time to wear those shackles, so there's no need to keep them on now."
>You swallow.
>Your hands feel a bit jittery as they work the key into the lock, barely managing to unlock your cuff.
>The next goes smoother, and you manage to unwrap the chain around your waist as well.
>You go to kneel to unlock your ankles, but she stops you.
>"ah ah, bend over like a good little prisoner."
>You bite your lip, nervously doing as she says.
>Your jumpsuit is about as modest and unsexy as it gets, yet somehow you feel naked before her piercing gaze.
>The ankle cuffs come off with a click, and for the first time in hours you are free.
>The Warden nods approvingly.
>"Good. Now take off your jumpsuit, chop chop."
>W-what a pervert! Making her ward strip in front of her like that!
>Then again, look how she's dressed.
>Yeah, definitely a pervert.
>Well, might as well do as she asks.
>You're in her for public indecency anyway.
>Even if it was an accident.
>Kind of...
>You reach up, and slowly lower the zipper.
>You also try swaying your hips a bit.
>If she's gonna try to embarrass you, you're gonna embarrass her right back!
>You're totally sexy, and she's gonna feel real stupid when you don't get all embarrassed!
>Yeah!
>You start to spin a slow circle, clumsily waving your hips.
>There's... not exactly much there.
>But you can work with what you got, dang it!
>The zipper inches downward, and you shrug out of the shoulders, freeing your upper half.
>You hold the front over yourself a moment, hiding your (almost) tits and your bra.
>You realize belatedly that it's the one your parents had sent to the jail, the girly one with the pink edges and the polka dots.
>Suddenly you feel much more shy.
>But the show must go on! You don't really have a choice!
>Raising your arms, you let the suit fall around tour waist.
>You sway back and forth, letting it slide down your skinny, but athletic, legs.
>Your panties, unfortunately, are just a match for your bra, but too late to bother with that now!
>Just like coach always said, you fuck up, you just keep going!
>The jumpsuit is now around your ankles. You kick off your sneakers, and step out of the baggy legs.
>Cocking your hip, you turn to the warden, one eyebrow cocked daringly.
>The warden gives you a flat look.
>"You're not finished."
>You freeze, glancing down at your body.
>Embarrassingly girlish underwear, and your socks. That's all you got left.
>She can't mean...
>You glance at her.
>Oh yeah. She definitely means.
>Gulping, you bend down to pull off your socks, putting off anything else as long as possible.
>You shiver as your bare feet touch the rough carpet.
>She looks at you expectantly.
>You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks blush furiously.
>Slowly, you reach back, unhook your bra.
>The measly garment falls away, revealing your measly chest bumps, your tiny nubs standing chilly at attention.
>The left is adorned by a silver bar, and her eyes fix on it hungrily.
>"Now the panties, '69."
>Again, you shiver at the way her lips taste that number.
>Shakily, you bend down, pushing your waistband down your skinny hips.
>You shift uncomfortable as her eyes fix on your smooth cunt.
>You keep it shaved for sports. Waxed, actually.
>The only way Sweetie managed to drag you to that spa of hers.
>Namely, after you cut yourself shaving down there like twenty million times.
>At least the warden seems to approve.
>You suspect that was going to be one of the rules anyway.
>The warden stands, suddenly brandishing a crop.
>She's like a villain in a bad war movie!
>But much, much scarier in real life.
>She's not tall, not really. You doubt she weighs much more than you.
>But the way she carries herself, combined with those absurd heels, make it feel like she towers over you.
>"Alright, Prisoner 1069, stand at attention."
>Your hands instinctively shoot to your sides as your back goes straight as a board.
>Snap!
>You jump, gasping in shock as you cup your right nipple.
>Ow!
>She cropped you!
>You shoot her a withering glare.
>She meets it with one of her own.
>"When I say attention, you are to come properly to attention. If you are standing, feet shoulder width apart, hands folded behind your head, chest out, elbows straight."
>You hurry to comply, anger burning away to nervousness.
>You were undressed before, but now you feel NAKED.
>This pose leaved you so much more exposed.
>She circles you like a shark, or maybe a vulture.
>"Head straight!" she orders, cropping your backside. "Eyes front!"
>Your eyes shoot to the far wall.
>"Good," she nods.
>She taps your cunt with her crop, making you flinch.
>"Now, drop and give me twenty." She pauses. "Pushups."
>You drop to hands and knees and begin counting.
>This, at least, is familiar.
>As you work, she continues to circle.
>"In this camp I am the supreme authority. You will do what I say, when I say it, to the letter, or you will be punished."
>"You will not touch yourself, and you will not touch any prisoner who is undergoing punishment herself."
>"You will wear the prison uniform at all times, and you will take care of it. Loss or destruction of your uniform will result in punishment."
>"And finally, you will not cause trouble in my prison," she finishes, as you complete your last push up. "Is that understood?"
"Y-yes ma'am!"
>"Good."
>She plants her boot on your back and pushed you to the floor. "You may get dressed."
>You push yourself to your feet, feeling cowed.
>Those instructions were... odd.
>Most of them were fine, but don't touch yourself?
>As in, masturbation?
>But you're gonna be here months, at least!
>Is she crazy!?
>She points to your "uniform"
>It's your standard prison pattern, thick black stripes on white.
>But it's paper thin, not unlike a hospital gown.
>And even on your small frame, it's small.
>The shirt barely has sleeves, and it's so short as to leave most of your midriff exposed.
>The pants are little better, they're loose and airy and semi transparent, tied with a simple drawstring.
>There's no underwear.
>You feel just about as naked as when you weren't wearing anything at all.
>The Warden is at her desk, and she pressed the intercom.
>"Prisoner 1031, get in here."
>The door opens, and in walks an absolute bombshell.
>Tall, curvy, with fiery red hair and sea colored eyes.
>Like you, she's wearing a paper thin mockery of a prison uniform, but you can see the outline of a sheer black bikini underneath.
>You're jealous.
>She steps into the room and stands at attention, legs spread and hands behind her head.
>"Present, Warden," she says, grinning.
>You glare at her chest, presented huge and proud with a confidence you can only imitate.
>The Warden nods curtly.
>"Good. Show 1069 around."
>The new prisoner turns to you, and a smirk plays across her lips.
>"Sixty-nine, huh? Nice. You're gonna be a fun addition here."
>You shidder at the words as she looks you up and down, clearly seeing through your garments to your slight, athletic frame.
>You puff up a bit as she growls, apparently seeing something she likes.
>Score!
>"Prisoner 1069, accompany Prisoner 1031. She will show you to your cell. Dismissed."
>"Well, come on then, newbie," she says, slapping her hand on your shoulder and guiding you out.
>"I'm Sunset Shimmer, by the way. Nobody uses our numbers except the warden." She winks. "Lucky for you."
"Ah- haha," You laugh awkwardly. "Well, that's good."
>She grins.
>"But I definitely know, and I wouldn't mind seeing if you live up to it."
"Gah-"
>You definitely blush.
>You look around the yard, trying to hide your expression from her.
>The administration building you entered through lets out into the yard, which is open to the sky.
>High walls circle the area on every side, topped with barbed wire, naturally.
>To one side is a tall building labeled cell block.
>Connected to that is the mess hall.
>Across the yard is a court that might be for basketball or something similar. You see several people milling about, pointedly avoiding a trio of very colorful individuals.
>Past that is a large platform, with a huge metal X on it.
>A figure is strapped to the X, writhing in discomfort as other prisoners jeer.
"What's that over there?"
>You point to the far side of the yard, where the bound prisoner is.
>Sunset chuckles.
>"Yeah, that always gets the newbies' attention. Come on, let's go check it out."
>You cross the empty yard to where the other women are all gathered, laughing and making fun of the woman on the X
>She's tall, maybe even taller than Sunset, her skin a deep, athletic tan.
>Thick, corded muscles writhe under sweat soaked skin as she bucks against the frame, panting and swearing.
>She's totally naked, her huge breasts bouncing hypnotically as she arcs her back and lets out a furious scream.
>"FuUUUUUU!"
>Thick silvery restraints grip her wrists and ankles, but even so you swear the metal is creaking under the stress.
>"See that?" Sunset asks, pointing to the silvery device strapped to her waist and over her crotch.
>"That's a chastity belt. Or more like an unchastity belt." She laughs. "It's the warden's favorite punishment. Vibrators inside fuck you constantly, teasing you right up to the edge, but never letting you cum."
>You suck in your teeth.
>That's cruel!
>Sunset laughs again.
>"Oh believe me, the bitch deserved it! Gilda's a trouble maker. Likes to act all tough. But I'm pretty sure she likes getting punished."
>She licked her lips, staring hungrily at the suffering amazon. "I know she likes getting her ass smacked at least."
>You bite your lip as Gilda screams again.
>Another girl in the crowd shouts over her.
>She has blue skin and silver hair.
>"Haha, serves you right, you dumb slut!"
>The others cheer with her, making fun of the struggling Gilda.
>"Yeah, bet you're just begging for it now, dumbass!"
>"Lick my taint and I may let you get off!"
>Sunset shook her head. "They're playing with fire, now. She may be blindfolded, but you stay here long enough you learn to recognize voices. And her sentence is almost up."
>You see a digital sign next to the X display a set of numbers and a timer.
>298/300
>00:04:47
>Sunset whistled. "I'd stay back if I were you. She's been up there almost twelve hours and the first person she sees is getting fucked hard."
>You decide to heed Sunset's advice.
>Lesbian prison or not, you aren't quite ready to lose your prison rape virginity just yet.
>You watch as the timer ticks down, and the counter ticks up.
>The crowd starts to shift back, except the silver haired heckler, who is still shouting insults obliviously.
>The counter hits 300 with a massive, guttural cry from Gilda.
>The timer ticks down the last few seconds.
>The cuffs unlock with a pneumatic hiss, the belt falling to the ground with a thud, still buzzing weakly.
>Gilda teeters forward, landing on hands and knees.
>She punches the stage, breath ragged, and she seems to shiver in place.
>Slowly, she reaches up and pulls off the blindfold, revealing furious golden eyes.
>"Which of you dweebs... hah... was talking shit?"
>The crowd backs away, looking everywhere but the woman.
>Even the heckler is starting to notice her position.
>Too late, as a bare foot strikes her backside, propelling her toward the stage.
>"I knew it was you you little skank!" Gilda roars, diving off the stage.
>The smaller woman squeaks, scrambling away, but too slow!
>Gilda catches her ankle, flipping her over and pinning her to her back.
>Sunset cups her hands in front of her mouth. "Serves you right for poking the bear, Trixie!"
>"Yeah, Gilda!" another voice shouts, "Fuck her up!"
>The woman, Trixie, tries to retort, but Gilda gives her no chance to respond.
>She dives forward, pinning Trixie's head between her massive tree trunk thighs.
>"You better lick me out, whore!" she screams, mashing her cunt over Trixie's mouth.
>Trixie struggles, kicking the air and driving her fists into Gilda's sides uselessly.
>You look to Sunset.
"Shouldn't someone help her?"
>Sunset laughs. "Trixie does it on purpose. She's the biggest power bottom in the jail."
>Trixie has since ceased her struggles and seems to have devoted herself into furiously licking out the bigger woman.
>Good thing too, because you're pretty sure much longer would have had her turning blue.
>Well, bluer than normal.
>You watch with firm fascination.
"Isn't the warden gonna stop it?"
>"Who, Twilight?" Sunset smirks. "That woman is the biggest pervert. No. She told you the rules, right?"
>You nod.
"No masturbation," you scowl, "no touching the prisoners during punishment, no damaging the uniform."
>"Exactly." Sunset nods. "No SELF-pleasure. But you can fuck anyone else. Twilight likes to watch."
>You screw up your face.
"That's disgusting."
>Winking, Sunset punches your arm. "That's the show. You aren't allowed to diddle yourself, but others are fair game. And there's no rules against damaging someone ELSE's uniform. But don't make too many enemies."
>She nodded pointedly toward Trixie, who was back to struggling as Gilda ground her massive, muscly backside into her face.
>"Unless you're into that."
>You eye the musclebound dyke as she straddles Trixie's face.
>Well, if movies have taught you anything, the first thing you have to do is establish dominance by beating up the baddest bitch in the yard.
>But considering this is dyke prison, you have a different strategy in mind.
>You push past Sunset, marching straight up to the sweaty pair.
"Hey!"
>You speak sternly, immediately drawing Gilda's attention to you.
>Even on her knees she meets you at eye level.
>Easily big enough to snap you like a twig.
>You step forward and throw your arm around her neck, pulling her into a rough, somewhat clumsy kiss.
>She recoils in surprise, then settles into it for all of three seconds before shoving you away.
>"Yo what the fuck kid?"
>She glares at you, but you think you see a slight blush under her ruddy tan complexion.
>Either way, she's not pounding your brains out yet, so that's good!
>You enthusiastically shove out your hand.
"Hi! I'm Scootaloo."
>She takes it, frowning in confusion.
>Her huge meaty fingers envelop your own as she gives your hand a decent pump.
>"Gilda."
>A blue hand waves frantically from under her leg before forming a fist and punching her thigh.
>Gilda has just enough grace to look embarrassed before pushing herself up off the blue blowhard.
>Trixie coughs, gasping for air as she lies there, face and chin covered in sticky fluid.
>Gilda reaches a hand down to help her up but she slaps it away.
>She pushes herself to her feet, and you notice another variant to the prison uniform.
>Rather than the weird, capri length pants most have, she has a short skirt that reaches maybe a quarter of the way down her thigh if you're generous.
>Still made of the same almost transparent paper though.
>She dusts herself off, shooting a wicked glare at Gilda.
>"Trixie will get you for that, you big dumb brute!"
>Gilda stares her down, slowly cracking her knuckles.
>Trixie squeaks and dodges behind you.
>You decide to ignore her.
>She seems like the type to get herself in trouble, and anyone near her probably shares her fate.
>Gilda though, seems like the type to keep trouble away.
>Even when she was at her most vulnerable, the others were still scared to go near her.
>You look up at her- and it's definitely UP now.
>Fuck, she's tall.
>You grin in what you hope is a friendly manner.
>Nod toward the stage.
"So, what'd you get thrown in that for?"
>Gilda stares you down, then throws her head back with a bark of laughter.
>"Told Twiggles to go shove it!"
"Twiggles?"
>"The Warden!" She laughs. "Twilight hates it when we call her that, so we make it a habit, at least those of us with any stones. Ain't that right, Shimmy?"
>"Pretty much," Sunset said, sauntering over. She flicked Trixie's ear and threw her arm around your shoulder.
>"Scoots here seems like the type to cause some trouble, I think she'll be a good time."
>You blush a little at Sunset's praise.
>Gilda nods, tapping her lips. "She's got balls, at least. Not like Bluebean back there!"
>Trixie flinches back and scurries away.
>"Damn snitch," Gilda scowls, "don't do anything sketchy around her, unless you get her directly involved in it. Otherwise she'll run straight to Twiggles."
>Sunset rolls her eyes. "She gets in trouble for it too. Both with the Warden and the other prisoners. Girl's a glutton for punishment."
"I could go for some punishment," you say blithely.
>Gilda laughs, and Sunset rolls her eyes.
>"Hear that, Sunny? You're right, she's a natural trouble maker!"
>Sunset grins. "Hm, think she's suited for the plan?"
>Gilda taps her chin, then shakes her head.
>"Nah, not yet. We'll see how she handles her first week."
>You look between then in confusion.
"Plan? What plan?"
>Sunset waves you off. "Never mind, not yet."
>You frown, but shrug. Sounds like trouble anyway, but now you're really, really curious.
>"Anyway," Gilda flexes, "I'm gonna hit the weight room, then showers. Gotta work off that-" she waves toward the stage- "bullshit."
>"Go for it," Sunset waves her on. "We got a tour to finish."
>The rest of the tour is pretty short.
>It's a prison after all. You aren't exactly allowed to wander into most areas unless you're assigned to work detail or something.
>You don't really get to meet anybody, none of the prisoners are terrible interested in some random newbie.
>Especially a scrawny bitch like you.
>You do get plenty of looks though.
>Finally she leads you to your cell.
>"That's the one Twiggles- ah, the Warden told me you were assigned."
>She cringes apologetically.
>"Erm... sorry."
>You tilt your head in confusion.
"Sorry?"
>She shrugs. "Your roommate's a bitch. Anyway, I'm out."
"Huh?"
>You turn, but she's already gone.
>You could always run after her, but following your guide around like that one friend you know at a party seems like a pretty lame first impression.
>Besides, you were a little worried about what she said.
>Who is your roommate?
>Well, nobody's home yet, at least. Probably good, so they didn't hear the "bitch" remark.
>You check the placard next to the cell.
>Prisoner 0935
>Prisoner 1069
>You slip yours out and flip it around.
>You really, REALLY don't want to get known for that number.
>You go in to check out the new digs.
>It's... a prison cell.
>Crappy metal bunk, toilet sink combo, small shelf for what few belongings you may be allowed.
>Some of the others seem to have a few basic amenities but yours is sparse.
>You sit on the bottom bunk. Seems the top is claimed.
>Before you can get... comfortable is a strong word. Before you can get comfortableish someone clears her throat from the door.
>"The fuck are you doing in my room?"
>You freeze, look up.
>She's... surprisingly short. Maybe an inch taller than you, and not much more endowed.
>Shapely muscles stand out on wiry arms, exposed by torn sleeves.
>Similarly fit legs exposed by torn off pant legs.
>A decent set of washboard abs peek out from between the two damaged garments.
>And long, purple hair tied off into two pigtails framing a scowling face.
"Hi, you must be my roommate."
>"You must be joking."
>You shrug.
"This is where I was taken. I don't think I can exactly leave."
>She glares at you.
>Welp, may as well earn your place.
>If you're going to be sharing a cell for who knows how long, you ain't gonna be bottom bitch!
>You swing your fist at her face.
>And now you're on the ground.
>Your wrist is still in her hand, and her foot is on your chest.
>Your head is ringing from where you hit the concrete.
>She leans down, staring you right in the face.
>"You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you?"
>You're not sure which one of her you're supposed to be looking at, but you're seeing at least three.
>Groaning, you rub your head.
"That was a mistake."
>"No shit, bitch. You're gonna have to get naked if you want to make it up to me."
>For a moment, you think to refuse.
>Then, you consider just how fast you ended up on the floor.
>Shit.
"'Kay," you mumble begrudgingly.
>She steps back, but not before driving her sole into your solar plexus and driving the air from your lungs.
"gah!"
>Bitch!
>You clutch your stomach, sucking in air.
>"I'm waiting, slut," she snaps.
>You almost give her the finger.
>Oh, you almost do it.
>But you have a feeling it might end up broken.
>You stand, shakily, shamefaced, propping yourself against the wall.
>Slowly you pull off your shirt, dropping it on the floor.
>She looks over your naked chest appraisingly.
>"Bit flat," she sneers, though your piercing seems to catch her eye.
>She glares at you before you can say anything.
>"Hurry up slut I don't have all day."
>Swallowing, you drop your pants, stepping out of them and into the room.
>You shiver.
>It's not like they offered much protection, or any at all really, but without them the prison feels much chillier.
>She nods shortly. "Go get me a fucking burger."
>You turn to the door of the cell.
>It offers nothing in the way of privacy.
>Just thin steel bars into the main prison hall.
>But at least in your room you feel kind of private!
>You can't just walk naked to the mess!
>But you don't really have much choice, do you?
>You turn toward the hall, take a couple steps to the door, and freeze at the threshold.
>You can't do it! You can't!
>Sure, you have a history of streaking, but that was then! You were never supposed to get caught!
>Panic sets in, for about half a second, until a foot to the ass sends you propelling out into the hall.
>You stumble, tripping over yourself, and barely manage to catch yourself on your hands before your face meets the floor.
>You hear a snicker, and Trixie is smirking from a couple cells down.
>A few other people are either looking at you hungrily, or pointedly ignoring you.
>A guard on a raised walkway seems to not even notice your state, as if it's nothing unusual.
>Weakly, you push yourself up, and stumble forward, awkwardly covering yourself with your hands.
>All your previous hubris is gone, as you begin the first leg of your walk of shame.
>The Mess is connected to the cell block, so you have the small mercy of not having to go outside.
>But it's going on evening, and the women are already making their way inside.
>It seems it's the dinner hour, and the Mess is at about the most packed it gets.
>Fucking bitch.
>There's a wave of stares and snickers as you shuffle into the busy room.
>Someone shoves past you as they enter, knocking you into a table where someone else grabs your ass.
>You squeak, jumping away to raucous laughter.
>"Aye, new girl's already given it up!"
>"Damn, she's really into it huh?"
>"Fucking slut, already proncing around naked."
>The voices assault you and make you blush.
>A familiar face pushes through the crowd, and you feel a wash of... something, through your shaking body.
>"Aye, Scootaloo! Already joining the rebellion, nice!" Gilda crows as the throws her arm around you.
>You're crushed against her huge muscled form as she guides you down the Mess toward the chow line.
>You still can't identify that feeling, but it's either relief or abject terror.
>She's of course still stark naked.
>The crowd seems to part for her, and she leads you to the window to order.
>For a prison, there's a surprising selection.
>You're pretty sure it's even better than your school lunches, back in High School.
>Not, like, much better.
>But still.
>You ask for a cheeseburger and collect it on a tray with some ketchup packs.
>"Hey, crazy girl, come sit down and eat with us!"
"Oh, um," you swallow, :this isn't actually for me..."
>Gilda raises her eyebrow, incredulous.
>"Oh yeah? Don't tell me someone already got to you, kid!"
>You laugh nervously.
"Uh, my roommate. Scary girl. Purple pigtails."
>She sucks in her breath.
>"Sheeeit, bad luck there, kiddo. Aria's a real bitch."
"Yeah, uh... kinda figured that out."
>You chuckle uneasily.
>Then you get an idea.
"Hey, you're tough! I bet you could-"
>Gilda holds up a hand to stop you.
>"Nope, not a chance. I don't tangle with that bitch."
>You blink incredulously.
"What!? Why not? You're like... twice her size!"
>Gilda actually looks... kinda nervous.
>"She's fucking crazy, okay? Her and the other two... I don't like messing with em. They fuck with your head. Best thing you can do? Just... try not to get on their bad side too much."
"Bad side?" You ask, but she'd already slipped into the crowd.
"Well that was fucking helpful."
>You scowl, glaring down at the burger.
>You consider doing something heinous to it.