Pony eater in prison.

>Be Anon
>Locked in a small metal box on a rickety cart going god knows where.
>Oh wait, you know too. Prison.
>You were only in this stupid dimension for three days and now you are going to get your asshole widened by horse criminals.
>How were you supposed to know the tiny brown pony was sapient.
>The cart hits a bump and you wang your head on the top of the steel box, much to the amusement of the people hauling you off to your new life.
>A male sounding voice laughs and says something that sounded like it may be rude.
>Can't tell, what with the gravel road and general anger towards each of these pastel shitheads.
>(At least they taste good.)
>While that may be true, it doesn't help the matter very much now does it.

>The gravel road smooths out abruptly and the cart comes to a stop.
>Before you can make heads or tails of the situation a slat in the box slides open behind you.
>You feel a needle pain in your back and you start to struggle.
>For reasons you can't quite explain, you had been needlessly docile until this point.
>Perhaps it was the weight of what you had done, perhaps it was the nature of this place.
>Probably a little bit of both.
>Your adrenaline had been at a low for awhile now but all it took for your fight or flight reflex to trigger was a little prick.
>You choose flight.

>Be Bronze Bastion, captain of the guard of Happy lake supermax.
>You just stuck enough sedative into that monkey to kill a dozen ponies.
>If it dies you will be reprimanded but you'll keep your job.
>It killed, cooked, and ate a filly. If you had your way it would have lost his head.
>Three of the four princesses agreed that there is the potential for good in every living thing.
>Your thinking is interrupted by the squealing of warping metal.
"Swift Scout, go get Blackwing! Unicorns hit him with everything you have!"
>Previous attempts to subdue the thing with magic were for the most part, unsuccessful. Won't stop you from trying though.
>You prepare for the inevitable combat.

>Be Anon.
>Be confused.
>You just warped what you thought was steel with your bare hands.
>'These horses have no idea how to temper steel' you think to yourself.
>Of course, you don't either but that's because you're a park ranger.
>Or were you suppose.
>No time for think. It time for out.
>Well said id, it is time for out.
>You shift so that your back is against one wall and your feet are against another and PUSH!
>More groaning and then success!
>You are out of that box as soon as the wall hits the ground and you sprint past various ponies.

>Some of them carry clubs, some have glowing facial implants.
>Almost all of them are awestruck by your display of force.
>You take the opportunity to put as much distance between yourself and that cart as possible.
>They try to keep up but their tiny legs are no match for you.
>You are so elated to be free from that box that you feel like you are running on air.
>Wait, you actually are running on air.
>You look up to see a beige sky attached to two large black legs.
>Those legs are attached to large talons which are digging into your shoulders.

>Be Blackwing.
>You are the the coolest damn thing on the planet.
>You are also a twenty five foot tall black dragon.
>You catch runaways and break up the nastier fights and in return you are given all the gems you could want.
>The catch of the day seems to be a monkey of some sort that looks nearly harmless.
>You are kinda upset that they interrupted lunch for this.
>The creature has the audacity to address you.
>"What the fuck sort of bird has scales!"
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>You instead bring him back to the group of utterly annoyed ponies of various sorts.
>Brass Bastion looks to you with a joyful grin.
>"Remind me to buy you one of those crystal kingdom things you like so much."
"I'll hold you to that sir."
>You say 'sir' with a hint of contempt in your voice.
>You don't dislike the pony, you just hate being submissive in any way.
>Brass goes on to say "I need you to stay and help us get this thing into solitary."
>You give a nod.
"Make it fast though, I was sort of in the middle of something"
>He responds with a grunt and leads you and the monkey to the solitary wing.

>Be Anon.
>You are significantly less angry then you were five minutes ago.
>After all, you are being carried around by a dragon.
>That you called a bird.
>You would ask for it's autograph but you are busy being escorted to solitary.
>You decide to maintain silence for now and take a look around.
>There are three buildings that you can see. The largest is what you assume to be the main cell block. There is a second, smaller building that could hold any manner of interesting things.
>The smallest building is the one you are heading towards.
>It's two stories tall and about twice as wide.
>From what you can see there is only one door being guarded by two unicorns. There is also a squad of pegasi playing cards on the rooftop.
>The unicorns horns glow as you approach and the door swings open.
>Without being touched.
>This place is awful.

>The grey small normal horse who appears to be the boss speaks up.
>"Welcome to your new home, Ape. Make yourself comfortable."
>He laughs as the dragon sticks his giant hand into the dark room with you inside it.
>The hand retreats and you are left alone in the room.
>The door swings shut and a light comes on from the ceiling.

>Be Bronze Bastion.
>That monkey was surprisingly quiet after Blackwing picked him up.
>Then again, being ponyhandled by a dragon would be enough of a scare to make most ponies pass out.
>And solitary makes them crack in just a few hours.
>Every living thing needs companions after all.


>Be Anon
>Be in the nicest damn apartment you have ever seen.
>Double bed, bookcase, writing desk, the whole shebang.
>You decide to check out the bookshelf.
>Most of it seems educational.
>(Book are dumb)
>Yes but book are better than sit do nothing.
>(HHHHRMG)
>You thought so.
>You spot a book titled 'Happy Lake and the history of Criminal justice'
>Happy lake sounds familiar.
>That dumb tall white horse mentioned it before you were boxed up and shipped off like some sort of express package.

>Be Unity wish
>It's a dumb name but it's your name
>Be the resident psychologist of Happy Lake super max.
>You are watching the bipedal creature explore it's new surroundings.
>You set the room up specifically to see how it would react and what activity it would choose first.
>You didn't expect it to look happy and go to pick up a book.
>You watch it read for about fifteen minutes before entering the room through the secondary door.
>It looks surprised by your entrance but not threatened by it.
>How fascinating.
>You clear your throat and speak.
"My name is Unity Wish. I will be acting as your psychologist and therapist until you are dead or cleared to leave."
>You offer him a small smile.
"Hopefully though, it will be the latter and not the former."
>It holds up a finger to you and continues reading.
>You sit patiently as it reads a few more pages.
>it then folds the corner of the page over, closes the book, and sets it down on the bed next to it.
>"I'm Anon, Thanks for treating me like a person and not a monster."
>A thank you? It, no, He is more civilized than you initially expected.
"Is Anon how you would like to be addressed?"
>He gives a nod.
>"Mind telling me when lunch is? It's been awhile since I have eaten."
>His face scrunches up a bit and you detect a hint of something in his voice.
>is that remorse you hear?
"I'm afraid lunch ended fifteen minutes ago but I could see about getting you a snack considering you missed it."
>The fastest way to a ponies heart is through its stomach, why should he be any different.
>He nods and bares his teeth at you.
>His sharp, meat tearing teeth.
>Fascinating.
>You shout towards the sealed metal door.
"Hey guards, one of you bring me in a couple muffins."
>His eyes perk up a bit at the sound of muffins.

>Be Unity again.
>You are having a conversation with an alien.
>An honest to the goddesses alien.
>So far he has told you a decent amount about his world but has avoided telling anything personal.
>He has asked a lot about how magic works and how you use it day to day.
>He seems like a nice enough person.
"So Anon, Mind telling me a bit about what your role was in human society?"
>He gives a sigh.
>"I was a park ranger, we would teach people about respecting the land and how beautiful it was."
>This definitely merits further questions.
>A guard pokes his head into the door.
>"Unity, it's dinner time"
>Impossible
>You and the alien had talked for four hours?

>Be Grave Mistake.
>Your Parents had a sick sense of humor.
>Or at least you assume they did.
>They got rid of you after giving you that stupid fucking name.
>That's all you were to them, a mistake.
>You don't let it get you down though.
>you made a pretty good living digging holes to put bodies in.
>You found this really nice blue flower that grew fast and looked nice so you planted it in the cemetery.
>That's how you got arrested for necromancy.
>In hindsight it was a pretty funny joke.
>Fucking blue plants.
>You are being escorted across the yard away from the mess hall.
>You get to keep the new guy company for dinner.
>Solitary is one thing but eating alone was cruel and unusual punishment.
>That's what the guards told you anyhow.
>The food must be waiting for you in the cell already because the guards don't have any.
>The guard escorting you opens the door and peers his head in.
>After a few moments Unity leaves the building.
>"Where's his meal?" she asks.
>"Right here, and before you say anything orders are orders."
>You suddenly have a very bad feeling, though Unity gives him a smirk.
>You are pushed into the room and the door locks shut behind you.
>Your heart drops into your hooves.
>On the other side of the room there is a giant two legged monster.
>As soon as it sees you it bares its teeth and advances forward.
>You are frozen in terror.
>It extends a long, clawed arm towards you.
>"Hey, I'm Anon."
>It shakes your hoof and you pass out.

>Be Anon.
>Is that horse dead?
>You bring your ear to its chest to get a face full of hoof
>It was like getting hit with an empty soda bottle.
>But you know he isn't dead.
>"Oh Celestia please don't eat me!"
>You kinda wish he was now.
"I'm not gonna eat yah you green fool. Your kind doesn't taste good anyhow."
>It's a lie but a comforting one.
>"Y-you're not? Wait, how do you know what we taste like?"
"I'm in here for a reason."
>You sigh and shake your head when he tears up.
>You decide not to press the matter for now.
"I was told it's dinner time, did the guard bring any food?"
>"I-I think I w-was supposed to be your m-m-meal."
>This angers the Anon.
>You go to the door and give it a good sharp knock.
"Hey, I'm hungry, can you bring me something I can actually eat?"
>(Eat the small one)
>No I won't be doing that.
>"I have orders to not open the door until tomorrow"
>Fucking horses.
>Roll for intimidation
"Hey, go ask one of the caravan horses what happened when you all tried to contain me in a flimsy metal cage."
>"I-uh, what?"
"I cracked it like an egg."
>"Don't be stupid."
>Critical failure.
>The time for action is now.
>You take a step back and attempt to kick down the door.
>It doesn't break by any means but the metal dents enough that it can be seen from the other side.
>You assume.
>"Hey, keep that up and I'll get Blackwing. He hates having meals interrupted and this would be the second time today!"
>Before you can respond, the door behind you opens up.
>Your favorite pony is here!
>With two plates of food!
>She says, "Anon, don't antagonize the guard, they still think you are a pony eater remember?"
>The green one pipes up. "P-Pony eater?"
>She looks at him and gives a sigh before setting two trays of food down on the desk.
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"Is that meat?"
>She nods. "Fish is better than nothing."
>Without another word you tuck in."

>Be Anon
>Dinner was pretty good.
>Some sort of tuna paste that you spread on a variety of breads.
>A griffon delicacy according to Unity.
>Graves had some of the paste but mostly just ate the breads.
>It took him a bit but he warmed up to you
>The three of you are playing marenopoly and you are winning.
>Really hard.
>You own half the board and you are buying their properties for exorbitant fees.
>It keeps them afloat for now.
>Not much longer though.
>After a particularly unlucky roll, Graves ended up on pony place and you bled him for the rest of his money right there, signaling the end of the game.
>They don't even count, your victory is as apparent as their matching tramp stamps.
>You know they are called cutie marks now but that's not nearly as funny to you.
>After the game is packed up, Unity leaves through where she came.

>You and Graves look at the bed in the corner.
>He looks to you and says "It seems we are expected to share a bed."
"Seems so."
>No homo.
>You climb into the bed and place a few of the many pillows between you and the other half.
>He hops up, circles three times and lays down.
>"Night Anon."
"Goodnight Graves."
>You hear a faint chuckle.
>You thought Graves sounds better than Grave Mistake and he agreed so that's what you call him now.
>You made some friends and that makes you happy.
>Well, happier than you were this this morning.
>That's the last thought going through you head when you pass out.

>Be Bronze Bastion.
>You are doing paperwork.
>The warden decided to kill two birds with one stone and feed the monster with a death row inmate.
>You have to sign proof of death.
>You hope he enjoys his meal.
>Killing a pony is one thing but necromancy?
>Fucking punk.
>THUD.
>You peel the stamp off the piece of paper.
>Grave mistake is officially deceased.
>One less sick fuck in the world.
>You stick it into an envelope and send it off to the royal records via express courier.
>Those eggheads like to be as accurate as possible and all government facilities are to make that happen to the best of their abilities.
>You look out the window and take a moment to enjoy Luna's work.
>Damn beautiful.
>You give a yawn and head to your bed.
>The captain has to always be on site barring extenuating circumstance or vacation.
>You need one of those.
>You are out before your head hits the pillow.

>Be Anon.
>You wake up in a massive forest.
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>You take a moment to gain your bearings.
>It isn't familiar so you must be deeper into the forest than you usually go.
>You don't have any camping supplies so it was supposed to be a short trip.
>You don't have a headache and you don't feel drunk.
>Fucking Tristan.
>That damned bastard probably dared you to go out here after a blunt or two.
>He was a prick like that.
>You look for a path and find none.
>Piss.
>You look up to the sky but you freeze when you hear a heavy thud and the snapping of branches.
>You look towards the noise and see something strange.
>Bigfoot?
>A twelve foot tall bipedal creature about fifty yards away.
>A gust of wind hits your back and the creature sniffs the air.
>Time to flee.
>You scan the ground and map out a path.
>The moon is about half full at the moment so it's a little hard to see.
>You break out into a jog.
>Fast enough to get away before it locates you but slow enough that you can plan a few steps ahead.
>As you are running, you see a black shape in the corner of your eye.
>Your foot gets snagged on a root that you are sure wasn't there before and you eat dirt.

>Be Anon.
>Be face down in the dirt.
>Your foot is caught on a root and you can hear the creature sniffing around.
>It smells like death.
>It smells like an abandoned meatpacking plant after a long sunny day.
>You try not to gag.
>You aren't sure how good it's hearing is after all.
>You slowly get up on your knees and try to see how bad the tangle is.
>It's pretty bad.
>You somehow managed to get your foot wedge between three roots that are coiled together.
>You try to pull them apart to no avail.
>From what you can assess, you are downwind from the creature.
>It's getting closer though.
>You take a moment to calm yourself down and regulate your breathing so that it's more quiet.
>You also gently stir up the dirt and rub some into your clothes to mask your scent as much as you can.
>Around you are a few rocks and some bushes.
>You spot a stick near you and a plan begins to form.
>You pick up one of the smaller rocks and whip it as best you can to draw the thing away from you.
>You listen as the rock strikes a tree and the creature lumbers away.
>You grab the stick and wedge it between your leg and the top root.
>Grabbing both ends of the stick, you pull it upwards.
>Gently at first but slowly stronger.
>You head the creatures footsteps approach.
>It is walking in your direction.
>Shit shit shit shit shit.
>You pull perhaps harder than you should have.
>The root gives way just enough for you to pull your foot free.
>You grab another rock and toss it a little ways, just to give yourself some breathing room while you escape.
>You hear the rock hit a tree but you can't hear the footsteps.
>Just sniffing.
>You creep away slowly.
>Very, very, slowly.
>You notice the moon peering through the trees.
>You head in that direction, hoping with all your might that there is something there.
>Anything.
>You hear the foot steps again.
>They are approaching very quickly.
>You decide that the time for stealth is over and book it towards the clearing.

>Be hungry.
>Little thing smell good.
>You want eat thing.
>Good smelling hard to catch.
>Very sneaky.
>You smart though.
>You only fall for rock once.
>Smartest hunter.
>That why you the biggest.
>Eat lots.
>Tree no match for you.
>Run right past.
>Dumb trees.
>You see good smell.
>It close edge of world.
>must catch before escape.

>You are scared shitless.
>You are also Anon.
>Same difference.
>Past the trees are a large field.
>This is your only hope for survival.
>It just is, you know it.
>Can't explain better than that.
>You break past the trees and the creature swipes at you.
>You feel it's claws tear up your back.
>Not a whole lot thankfully, but you will need to bandage it as soon as you can.
>You run a few hundred yards and look back.
>It stopped?
>The thing is standing at the edge of the trees.
>Just watching.
>It looks angry.
>It lets out a deafening scream.

>You wake up.
>You're super sweaty and your back hurts but you are in your bed.
>You never though you would be happy to see the inside of a prison cell.
>It's a nice cell though.
>The clock on your desk says 5:37
>Graves has wrapped himself in all the blankets.
>Cute.
>In a pet sort of way.
>Time to wait for breakfast.
>You pick up a daring do book and begin reading.

>You are Bronze bastion.
>You are in the viewing room of solitary and you are speechless.
>Not only is the necromancer not dead.
>The monkey is reading to him.
>This is bad.
>You already pronounced him dead.
>If this gets out, you could lose your job.
>Lying on a government form is bad.
>Lying to the Royal Records is a class D felony.
>You wouldn't survive in prison.
>It doesn't matter, you won't let it get out.
>You head towards the door, but before opening it you check your belly for the knife you keep under your guard uniform.

>Your knife is exactly where you always keep it.
>Technically you shouldn't have it but safety is key in this place.
>You trot through the door and make your presence known.
"Well color me surprised. The monkey has a heart after all."
>It doesn't seem that impressed with you.
>Mister Mistake speaks up.
>"Anon isn't as bad as you all seem to think he is."
"Evidently."
>You look back to the monkey.
"The Nurse will be along in a couple hours."
>You casually trot around the two, putting Mistake between you and the monkey.
>You would rather not do this but sometimes bad things need to be done for the greater good.
>You got yourself into this mess after all.
>You can do this, you were trained by the royal guard to do this kind of thing if need be.
>You unsheathe your four inch knife and slash at Grave's throat.

>You are Anon.
>This pony just tried to kill Graves.
>You managed to throw your hand into the way of the blade but it cut pretty deep.
>You wrench the knife out of the Guards grip and stand to your full six foot height.
>The thing comes up to the middle of your thigh.
>You could easily kill him here but that would look pretty bad.
>You stab the knife into the ceiling as hard as you can and it slide in up to the hilt.
>Must be plaster, not cement.
>You squat down so you can look this pony face to face.
"Get out. Now."
>You practically growl out the last word and he seems all too happy to oblige.
>You watch him leave and as soon as the secondary door closes you sit back down.
>Graves looks more pale than usual.
>"D-did he just try to k-k-kill me?"
>You nod.
>He seems upset.
>You don't blame him.
>You're upset too.
"Don't worry, you're safe with me."
>He still looks upset.
>You pat your lap and he hops up in it with little hesitation.
>The time to think is now.
>You scratch behind his ears while you think.

>You are Nurse Tickled Pink.
>You are scheduled to meet Anon this morning.
>Unity gave you the rundown of what to expect.
>She also told you that what happened with him was a result of multiple days without food and a lack of knowledge of this world.
>That means that he's an alien.
>You get to inspect an alien.
>Activate excitement.
>You wonder what he looks like.
>You also wonder what his hair smells like.
>You are heading over there now so you may get a chance to find out.
>'Maybe I could just ask, would that be too forward?'
>Nah, no way.
>Not forward at all.
>You approach the building and head around the back.
>A guard gives you a nod and opens the door.
>You see Anon.
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>He is scratching at Grave Mistake.
>Mistake is covered in blood.
>Your nurse instincts kick into overdrive.
>You burst through the door, already pulling sterilizing wipes out of your kit.
>You wipe the area down and wrap it in gauze in record time.
>You then face Anon.
"What were you doing to him!"
>You give him the best angry nurse look you can muster.

>You're Anon.
>This pony just wrapped up your friends head and accused you of doing something devious.
>Now she's puffing up her cheeks and glaring at you.
>That's the cutest thing you have ever seen.
>"I said what were you doing to him!"
>Right, she asked you a question.
"Scratching him behind the ears."
>"Then why was he bleeding?"
>He was what now?
>Fuckity damn.
>You were so focused on how to deal with the rogue guard that you forgot that he cut your hand open.
>You show her your hand and she gasps.
>"Bring that down here!"
>You awkwardly bend down and offer her your hand.
>She takes a pipette and uses it to suck some of your blood from the wound.
"Why are you doing that?"
>"Can I smell your hair?"
>What the fuck?
"Sure I guess."
>Not gonna argue with the medical professional.
>She slides the pipette into a bottle and puts it into her bag.
>She places a hoof on your shoulder and pushes herself up.
>At least you don't have a finger in your ass.
>You suppose this is better than that.
>She takes a deep whiff, then hops down and begins to sterilize and bandage the cut.
>"How did you get this anyway?"
>"Bastion came in here with a knife." Graves responds in your honor.
>She looks at you in disbelief and you offer her a nod.
"I caught the blade. It was aimed for Graves here."
>She finishes wrapping up the hand and sighs.
>"You shouldn't lie to your doctor Anon."