[FLUTTERRAPE] Hobonon 3 - The Final Insult

>You are Anon
>Pace up and down your 'room'. Getting more and more anxious with each second
"Ahh, cool it, Anon. You're just trapped in the castle owned by your worst nightmare."
>Freeze
>Run over to the door and start pulling on the handle for all you're worth
>Ain't movin' captain.
>Pace again, with renewed vigour.
>Princess Cadence
>Oh how she's haunted your thoughts since Manehatten
>She's everything you hate
>Rich, powerful, clean, popular, has a hot stallion husband.
>Okay, maybe not the last one. But the other 4 things are still pretty deplorable
>Oh why did it have to be you?
>You fight back a cry of frustration
>Someone knocks on the door
>Tense up
>SHE'S HERE TO FINISH THE JOB
>Frantically look around for a place to hide
>Run over to the bed
>Drag yourself under it, squeezing as hard as you can
>Manage to fit and peer out from under the bed sheet draped over the front, hiding you from view
>Another few knocks, louder this time
>You stay silent and wait
>The pony unlocks and lets herself in
>Seems to be a maid
>She appears taken aback at the empty room
>She looks over her shoulder
>Then cautiously enters and begins cleaning
>You watch her intently
>She goes around dusting and humming a tune to herself
>Eventually she gets to the bed, that is creased from you lying on it
>She pauses
>Mutters something
>And pokes her head under the bed

1/?

"How did you-"
>"You left a large dirty smear on the carpet. Do you EVER clean yourself?"
>Oh she did NOT just ask that
>Crawl out from under the bed with much effort
>Stand up and glare at the pony
>She glares back
>She's a plump looking thing. Reminds you of that fat baker back in Ponyville
>God damn the ass on that po-
>Getting sidetracked. She insulted your filth
I'll have you know that I'm a hobo and th-
>"That's something to be proud of? Please. Get a job and have a bath, you filthy mongrel."
>Gawp at her
HOW DARE YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!
>"With what? This?"
>She levitates your hobo knife in front of you
>How the fuck
"Wh-"
>"You really don't know what kind of ponies are employed as royal servants, do you?"
>She jumps up and performs a spinning kick straight to your chest
>It happens so fast you don't have time to think, and fly backwards, bounce off the springy bed mattress then hit the floor on the other side
>Sit up and stare at the 'maid'
>"I did 15 years in the Canterlot Covert Ops. If you try to escape, I'll break you and drag you back. If you talk back to me, I'll break you and you don't get supper."
Jokes on you, faggot. I don't eat supper
>"No supper for you then."
"FUCK YOU, HORSE!"
>She laughs and walks towards the door
>"Consider me the warden, 'Anonymous'. Cadence wants you protected and I'll be damned if I'm going to fail her"
>With that she exits the room and locks the door behind her
>She even took your knife
>Mother fucker
>You drag yourself back onto the bed and lie on your back, staring at the ceiling
"Great."

>Hours go by as you bang your head against the walls of the bedroom
>Nothing is happening.
>Why is nothing happening?
>Are you going mad?
>Does she want you to go mad so that she can subdue you more easily?
>Diabolical.

2/?

>You groan and fall backwards onto the large soft double bed
>Lie there for an hour
>Sit up and look at the clock
>It was actually 15 seconds, not an hour.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT."
>Stomp over to the window and look down at the city again
>Watch the crystal ponies strut around with their designer merchandise and expensive hooficures
>Their very existence is an insult to the hard working lower class.
>You should start a revolution when you get out of here
>But that might take effort
>And effort sucks
>You ponder the implications of a society gone mad while you watch the citizens below go about their lives
>Nothing interesting is going on down there, even though you can still see the smouldering wreckage of the Wingenburg
>Crane your neck to look at the base of the citadel
>You're a long way up. And your chances of escape are looking slim.
>The lock on your door is pulled back
>Step away from the window and grimace as the door opens
>'The Warden' walks in
>She smirks and levitates your knife, taunting you
>"You know, I was thinking of donating this."
>Could be worse. At least some poor kid somewhere will get a new knife to help him survive on the str-
>"To the royal kitchens"
>Scramble at her, with the full intention to turn her head into gak
>She nimbly dodges you and laughs
>"The Princess said I could have some fun with you. She'll be here tomorrow to do whatever she wants with you. So I think I'll play around with you a bit."
>She waggles the knife
>"Here boy! Come get the knife!"
"You cannot even fathom how much I hate you."
>"Oh, I think I can. It just makes me want to taunt you even more."
>She laughs and floats the knife closer to you, pulling it back when you swipe for it
>You dread to think what sick tortures your friends are going through right now.

3/?

>You are Lyra "Stabbington" Heartstrings
>PhD
>The Diamond Dog reels backwards, nursing his jaw
>"Y-You'll pay for that, you little mule!"
>Crack your neck
"Here doggy, Ol' Lyra has a treat for you."
>The dog lunges towards you, blind fury in his eyes
>Leap to the side and buck him in the kneecap
>A sickening crack echoes around the cell
>The inmates watching you howl in excitement at the sudden brutal entertainment
>The dog whimpers and fights back tears as he clutches his broken knee joint
>Grip his fur with some magic and yank his face towards yours
"The next time you try and fuck with me, I'll break your other leg. Got it?"
>He nods, an unmistakable fear in his eyes
>Drop him and leave him to nurse his leg
>Crawl back to your bed and lie down, your hooves behind your head
"So. Where are we?"
>"My leg..."
"Yes yes, I'm sure it hurts. Now where are we?"
>"Prison, you m-moron. Where else would you be?"
>Roll over and glare at him
>He cowers under your gaze
"I gathered that I'm in prison, you stupid mutt. I mean WHICH prison. Are we in the Crystal Bastion? The Royal Dungeons? Shawflank Prison? WHERE?"
>"Sh-Shawflank..."
"And where abouts is that in relation to the Crystal Empire?"
>"Just on the outskirts of the c-city... Did you really have to break my knee?"
"Yes."
>"Bitch"
"What's that? Break your other one?"
>"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!"
"Good. Now what's your name, mutt?"
>"Y-yeller"
"I don't care. From now on you're Mutt. Understand?"
>"..."
"Well?"
>"Y-yes."
"Good boy."

4/?

>Shawflank Prison.
>You've heard tales about this place
>They say that no one ever escapes
>Those that go in never come out
>You follow the line of inmates into the cafeteria
>To your relief, sunlight streams in through the windows
>That is, the barred windows
>Protected by an iron grate
>And most likely infused with an anti-magic barrier
>Ponies are pretty intense when it comes to locking things up
>Celestia herself sent her own sister to the -moon- for a thousand years
>Watch in amusement as Mutt gets carried towards the medical quarter via stretcher
>He glares daggers at you as he passes, the stone-faced guards carrying him paying you no mind
>Snicker
>Feel a push from behind and step closer to the food counter
>Grab a tray and lock eyes with the cook
>He looks like he's trying to hate you to death
>Point at some grey mush
"That, please"
>He gives you a rotten carrot and a glass of water
>Then gives you a shit eating grin
"You're real funny, fat-ass."
>Take your food away with a huff and go to find the most secluded table to sit at
>The moment you sit down, you are surrounded by the largest minotaurs you've ever seen
>The biggest and meanest of which smiles down at you
>He slowly reaches forwards and plucks your carrot off the tray
>Then eats it
>"Thanks"
"No problem. Though you might want to give me some room. I've fucked bigger cows than you."
>"And you might not want to run your mouth off so much, little one."
>Little one
>This fuckin' bovine.
>Stand up
>The minotaur and his friends rise with you
>"You may want to consider your next move carefully, little one."
"I already have. I reckon I can tear out that shit nose ring of yours before your faggot friends can stop me"
>You jump up on the table and hurl yourself at him, screaming at the top of your lungs

5/?

>You are Sweetie Belle
>And this place is... Creepy.
>You stare at the foals
>The foals stare at you
>Try to remember what Anon taught you
>"Remember, the brown apples are still good eating, but if you see one that's glowing a sickly green, stay away. I ate one of those once. Grew an extra limb offa my stomach. Had to cut it off with my knife before it got too powerful"
>Shake your head
>That wasn't it
>"Oh yeah, and if you get trapped in an orphanage, watch your back. Nothing in this world is more dangerous and terrifying than a group of kids with nothing to lose"
>What else did he tell you?
>"Sweetie, stop eating that. You don't know where it's been. ... Oh, the trashcan? Okay then. Eat up."
>You giggle
>Anon was so funny
>A small brown foal steps forward, holding a teddy bear
>He's even smaller than you
>It's so cute!
"Hi! I'm Sweetie Belle!"
>The foal's eyes grow, filled to the brim with silent wonder
>He slowly lowers his teddy bear and smiles at you
>Smile back
>A new friend, perhaps?
>"YOU TEKKIN THA FUKKIN PISS, MATE?"
>Squeal in shock
>The foal turns to the others
>"Who the FUCK does this little twat think she is, yeah?"
>One of the fillies, wearing copious amounts of make up, smacks her lips and waves a hoof around in a Z shape while moving her head around in a circle
>"Terry. Terry I fink she's fuckin' around wit chu"
>'Terry' turns back to you
>"I fink she is as well."
>He prods you in the chest
>"You avin' a fuckin' giggle?"
"N-No? I j-just want to be friends..."
>Terry laughs, hard
>As do his friends
>"Y-you wanna be friends?!"
>He prances around, imitating your voice poorly
>"Ooooh laa dee daa, I'm a pretty pink pony and I want to be friends! Oh won't that be ever so magical!"
>He bats his eyelids to seal the deal
"Um, but I'm not pink-"
>"SHUT IT."
>You whimper

6/?

>Terry turns to his friends
>"What do we do wiv 'er?"
>The filly wearing make up smacks her lips again
>"I say you fuckin' deck 'er, Terry. She's like, totes givin' me evils."
>Terry looks over his shoulder at you
>"Oy, you givin' my bird evils? Mate, I will fuckin' wreck you if you're givin' my bird evils."
I-I'm not doing anything! I swear!
>Terry glares at you
>His eyes narrow so much you half expect his mane to catch fire and for him to pummel you in a fit of rage
>Instead, his eyes go back to normal, he picks up his teddy bear again and punches you in the shoulder
>"Aight, fair do's. I'm Terry"
>He points at the make-up Filly, another colt with no teeth, and an incredibly overweight colt wearing a Wonderbolt's badge
>"That's Coomy, my bird. That's Gummy, and that's Big Jim."
>You giggle
"I had a friend who had a pet alligator named Gummy!"
>Terry slaps you
>"Don't be a twat, Sweets. Gummy's gum disease ain't funny."
"...Sorry..."
>The foals walk back to their beds, Terry motions to the other 4 empty beds
>"Pick whichever one you want, yeah? Just don't fuck me off and we'll get along fine."
>"Tell 'er to not fuck around wiv me too, Terry."
>"Oh, and don't fuck around wiv Coomy. She's in a bad mood today."
"W-why?"
>"OH MY GOD SWEETIE YOU CAN'T JUST ASK ME WHY I'M IN A BAD MOOD, INNIT!"
"I-I'm sorry, C-co-"
>"Ran out of make-up and I was like 'Oh my Celestia' so I asked Terry for some more, yeah? But he said he couldn't keep nickin' stuff from the staff so I told him I wouldn't suck him off for like, a week if he didn't do it, right? So he says he can just get some other bird to suck him off and I was like 'OH MY CELESTIA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT' so I said I wasn't gonna talk to 'im for the rest of the day but I luv 'im, ya know? So I said soz and we both fucked and made up."
>She smiles at you
>"Ya get me?"
"Uhhh... Yeah?"
>You wonder where Dog got to.

7/?

>You are Dog.
>Survey the area one last time
>All the other hounds are asleep in their metal prisons
>One would think that you too are incarcerated, but to suggest such a thing would be a mockery of your skills
>You lick a paw and slip it through the bars, then reach for the lock
>Concentrate as you slide a long sharp claw in the keyhole
>It finds a snag
>Tweak it around, your face locked in a state of extreme focus
>Hear a gentle click
>The door silently opens and you hop out of your cage
>Hit the floor with the grace of a cat and stalk along the sides of the room, enveloped in shadow
>It reminds you of days gone by, when you were a mere pup.
>Dark and miserable times, where every waking second was a battle for survival
>But you did it. You surpassed the competition and you alone stood victorious among your enemies
>With the techniques you learned, none could stand before your might
>Pause for a second to scratch an annoying itch on your head
>Continue on to the door, monologuing to yourself in your head the whole time
>The fools that hold you here left the door at the end of the hall open.
>No doubt they underestimated your vast array of prison-breaking strategies
>Nudge open the door and skulk into the next room
>A pony is leant back in a chair, his rear hooves resting on a desk
>He's fast asleep
>Asleep, and vulnerable
>You toy with the idea of culling him in his slumber
>It wouldn't be too difficult. A bite to the jugular, then move over slightly and crush his windpipe. He would be dead in seconds.
>Alas, Sweetie Belle's gentle nature has rubbed off on you.
>Instead, you sneak past him and move on
>These ponies can hardly call themselves prison guards. They don't even have any roaming death squads patrolling the perimeter
>A severe fundamental flaw in their plans

8/?

>Push open several other doors until you reach what appears to be a store room
>It's pitch black, so you wait for your eyes to adjust to the all encompassing darkness around you
>A nearby box is lying on it's side, it's contents all over the floor before you
>Sniff at it
>Canine food
>You test a piece
>Tastes like beef and pork both at the same time
>It shall do
>You stock up on as much reserve food and energy as you can for the coming journey.
>Lady luck has smiled upon you this day
>To an outside watcher, "stocking up on reserves" means stuffing your face with whatever is in sight, your tail wagging madly as you cram as many crunchy nuggets in your maw as possible
>But an outside watcher does not know of the strategic value of an over-abundance of rations
>You, on the other paw, do.
>Once your meal is finished, you look around the room, your eyes having fully adapted to the dark
>You notice something you hadn't seen before
>A small beam of moonlight coming from behind a pile of boxes
>You jump up on them and carefully nudge the top-most package over
>A window greets you
>If you had lips, you would be smiling
>But a good tail wag shall suffice in order to convey your immense satisfaction at finding an escape route
>You push the box off the top of the pile, no longer caring for an noise made
>Nothing can stop you now
>The window is, thankfully, unlocked. A risky gamble, given your sudden brash actions, but a worthy risk nonetheless.
>It's small. But you can fit.
>A lifetime of starvation and scavenging can do that
>Push your frame through the opening and tumble out of the other side
>Land in a pile of rubbish bins
>Ahh, the sweet scent of home fills your nostrils
>As well as the scent of everything in a 100 meter radius
>Comes with being a dog, really.

9/?

>You bask in the glory of victory for a while, enjoying the- HOLY SHIT WAS THAT A CAT
>Your ears perk up and you go stiff
>T'was not a cat
>You sincerely hope that no one saw you succumb to such a primitive reaction to the slightest noise.
>Damnable genetics.
>With the entire Crystal Empire around you, and the animal pound all but a memory, you set off in search of Sweetie Belle.
>The others can come afterwards. It's what they would have wanted.
>You get to work, snuffling the various roads and pathways through the rapidly degrading sections of the city, marking the transition from middle-class to shanty-town
>A great deal of smells and sounds fill your ears, and you struggle to tune them out
>You're searching for a certain scent
>Your scent, that is. You don't give Sweetie Belle morning baths for nothing
>It works like a homing beacon, all you need to do is...
>Hello?
>Turn down a corner
>Look at the alleyway before you for a moment
>It seems familiar somehow
>...
>You look out at the street, thinking
>Glance back at the alley, the cogs in your mind turning slowly
>Ahh, now you remember.
>This was the alley you all hid down
>The pound wasn't far from it at all
>But if this is where you all hid, then this is where you were captured
>Your tail starts to wag
>And if this is where you were captured then-
>Scamper over to an overturned bin
>Sniff hard
>And there it is.
>Sweetie Belle
>But where has she gone?
>You walk around in circles for a brief moment, trying to get a lock on the filly's (or rather, your) scent
>Ah ha!
>You suppress a joyous bark, as such an action might well give your position away to any spies lurking in the shadows
>But your excitement is too much to bear, and you take off running in the direction of the smell
>Streets and buildings fly past you in a blur, the odd drunkard stumbling around proving no challenge to avoid in your mad dash to your beloved filly
>You just hope that you can reach her in time

10/?

>You are Sweetie Belle
>Slowly open your eyes, the morning sunlight searing into your eyelids forcing them shut again
>Groan and roll over, trying to open them again
>Finally do so
>Sit up and yawn, looking around the room
>A small scrap of paper is on your mattress next to you
>Read it
>"Pper 2 smal. lft msg on Jim"
>Look over to the sleeping giant that is Big Jim
>His heavy snores reverberate throughout the otherwise empty room
>His entire back shows a message
>"Went downstairs to eat. Wake up the big guy as well while you're at it, yeah? Coomy says hi. She also says you look cute when you sleep"
>Shudder at the idea of the makeup drenched filly watching you while you sleep
>Hop off the mattress and stretch
>Walk around Jim's bed to the front of him
>Gently prod his leg
"Big Jim?"
>He snorts
>Poke him again
"B-big Ji- EEK!"
>He grabs you in his sleep and holds you close like he would with a soft toy
>You struggle to move
>Nothing doing. You're stuck
>Feel your stomach growl
>Darn.

>Sweetie Belle's scent is getting stronger
>You stop and pant as you watch the sun rise above a nearby mountain peak
>Your legs ache from chasing the scent all over the empire for what seemed like hours.
>It must have already been early, because it doesn't appear to be too long since you started running that the sun began to appear
>But your search is almost at an end. You can feel it.
>Run down another street
>The scent abruptly ends
>What? You can't have lost it!
>Look around, sniffing the air frantically
>Find it again
>Turn to face a large imposing building, secluded from others, but still heavily degraded
>"Happy Smiles Home for Lost Foals"
>Blink
>You wish you could read. But the trail seems to end here.

11/?

>Run to the side of the building and start poking around for entry points
>A window, a crack in the wall, an open door? Anything?
>A full perimeter sweep concludes that this place is a veritable fortress, and nothing is getting in
>Or out.
>Poor Sweetie Belle.
>Walk around the building again, sniffing the ground and whining
>Notice a large bush with an odd smell coming from it
>Smells like... Rust?
>Dive into the bush and paw away any leaves
>To your amazement, you find a grate
>Look at the aged metal
>Then back up at the building
>Your tail starts wagging

>Be Sweetie Belle
>Terry, Coomy and Gummy all walk through the door, Gummy still sucking on a piece of toast
>They all stare at you, trapped in the clutches of the sleeping giant
>Terry raises an eyebrow
>"Fuckin' 'ell, Belle. That didn't take long."
"It's not what it looks like!"
>Terry snorts
>"Yeah, sure. By the way, Randy was lookin' for ya'. He probably wants to molest you or some shit"
>Your heart sinks
"W-would he really do that?"
>"Nah mate. Randy's cool. JIM. WAKE THE FUCK UP."
>Jim snorts and stirs
>"Huh, what? Oh. Hello Sweetie."
"Hiya, Jim"
>Jim buries his muzzle in your mane
>You freeze and tense up, your eyes wide in shock
>Jim whispers in your ear
>"You smell great"
"Uh. Ehehehe. Great! Umm. G-gotta go!"
>You wriggle free, Jim relinquishing you from his grasp
>Run to the door
>Look back
>Jim is grinning at you
>Shudder
>Run downstairs in search of Randy

12/?

>This place is like a maze
>You can't find anyone. Not even other colts or fillies
>Before you decide to turn back, a large yellow blob moves into view
>Take a step back and look up
>Randy is smiling down at you
>"Hiiiiii theeeeeeere!"
>Well that's creepy.
"Y-you wanted to see me?"
>"Oh yeah! Yeah! Come right in!"
>He motions towards the doorway he just stepped out of
>Walk through it and into what you assume is Randy's office
>He closes the door
>It creeps back open
>"Eehehe, silly door doesn't shut properly, haha!"
>He turns to you, still smiling that creepy smile
>"No matter"
>He licks his lips
>You view him with caution
"Sooo... What did you want with me?"
>"I'm going to molest you!"
>Ahh poop. Terry was right.

>The grate took some work, but you managed to squeeze through one of the more rusted parts via sheer willpower and anorexia
>It appears to lead underground towards the building Sweetie is in. But you can't imagine where it would come out at
>Needless to say, you must be prepared for any encounter
>There's no telling what horrors might lurk within that foul place
>Run along the dirty tunnel
>There are no torches or lights to lead the way, so once more you have become one with the blackness
>You think you might see a dim radiance lying at the end
>Getting closer confirms your suspicions
>A small set of steps leads up to large wooden trap door
>You scale them, and pray that it is unlocked

13/?

>Randy clasps a hoof over your mouth
>You squirm and try to scream, but he's far stronger than he looks
>"Now now, Sweetie! This can feel good for you too, okie dokie?"
>Randy laughs nervously and licks his lips
>"I just want some of that..."
>He presses a hoof against your flank
>"Hot filly ass."
>You are filled with terror and have no idea what to do other than to struggle as hard as you can
>Randy moves his hoof towards your fillyparts, nervously laughing the whole time, accompanied by a crazed look in his eye
>"There we are..."
>The moment his hoof makes contact with your parts, a section of wood in the corner of the office is lifted open
>A large shaggy dog crawls out, looking tired but vigilant
>Randy stops dead
>You stare in shock
>The dog looks at you, then at Randy's hoof, then at Randy
>He bares his teeth and growls

>THE ENEMY HAS BEEN SIGHTED
>UNLEASH HELL.
>With the attacker frozen in place, you waste no time in descending on him in a maelstrom of tooth and claw
>Sweetie Belle screams and moves out of the way as you barrel into the pony trying to touch her
>His howls of pain shatter the peace and quiet throughout the building, but you show no remorse for those that would dare touch your filly
>The whole time, the filly in question is sat huddled up in a corner, covering her eyes with her hooves
>Good. You wouldn't want her to see this
>You tighten your grip around the pony's throat
>"P-PLEASE! NO!"
>Clamp down and crush his windpipe.
>His body spasms and several waves of blood surge up his throat as he drowns on his own life source
>Step back and watch him die
>His eyes roll into the back of his head and his legs stop twitching
>Then there is silence
>Look towards Sweetie Belle, still shaking with fear
>Walk to her and sit down
>Then roll over and wag your tail
>She giggles and rubs your belly with a hoof
>"Hehe, good doggy."
>Hurr hurrr hurr. Belly rub good.
>Damnable instincts

14/?

>You nuzzle your little one and lick her, removing any trace of that horrid scent she had developed all over herself
>Sometimes you wonder how she does it
>Once she is clean, you lie down in front of her, and she climbs onto your back, leaning forwards and clutching your body
>Head back towards the hole in the office floor and vanish into the inky blackness beneath the earth, leaving the bloodied corpse for all to see.


15/?


"So, what you in for?"
>The pony with an eyepatch shifts uneasily under your gaze
>"Lawyer fucked me"
>Nod slowly
"Yeah, I can believe that. But what are you actually in for?"
>"I stole a candy bar from a stall"
"At your age?"
>"Yeah..."
>Damn. These Crystal Ponies will lock you up for anything
>You are Lyra "Seventy Hooves" Heartstrings once more
>You're sporting a large black eye, several huge cuts all over your body, and a fractured rib
>The cafeteria fight went down much better than expected
>It took the leader's friends 2 seconds to drag you off him after you tore out his nose ring
>All 3 of them are now in the med bay, no doubt chatting with Mutt.
>You got your food rights revoked
>You're only allowed breakfast now. No lunch or dinner
>Jokes on them, this is like a hotel to you. And you once went 19 months without food or water
>You might have been exaggerating, but it still sounds cool when you say it out loud
>It's morning now, though. So you're enjoying your breakfast
>A piece of cabbage covered in spit, courtesy of the cook.
>Meh, you've had worse.
>Chow down on it and wink at the cook, who was watching with glee from behind the counter
>His smile falters when he sees how much you're enjoying it
>Good.
>Turn to your eyepatch-bearing companion
"So what does a mare have to do to get some free stuff around here?"
>He shrugs
>"Dunno about 'free'. But there's a guy in here that has a knack for sneaking small items in, if you can pay him"
"What's he called?"
>"Red"
"Really?"
>"Nah. It's Smugglin' Smalls."
"Where can I find him?"
>"He's locked up in the warden's office."
"Really?"
>"Nah. He's sitting right behind you"
>Turn around in your seat
>A cheery looking pony is waving at you
>"Hello!"

16/?

>Stare at him
>Sigh
>Move your tray over to his table, grunting your goodbyes at eyepatchy
"Name's Lyra"
>"I know that, silly! My name is Smuggling Smalls! But you can call me Smuggling Smalls!"
>Nod slowly
>"What's your name?"
"It's Ly- wait, what?"
>Eyepatchy leans back
>"I forgot to mention, he has severe short-term memory loss."
"Ahh, bollocks"
>Turn back to Smalls
>"What's wrong, friend?"
"Look, can you get me any item I ask for?"
>"Sure I can! I'll need to know your name and cell number though!"
"Lyra, and cell E-Nine."
>"Alrighty then! And what items do you want?"
>Look over your shoulder for any snooping ponies
>Scan the rest of the room
>No one seems to be watching
>Pull Smalls closer, whispering
"I need you to get me a rock hammer."
>"A rock hammer? Whatever for?"
"So I can tunnel my way out of here, of course. I reckon if I chip away little by little, I should be out of here in like, ten years"
>"Tunnelling, eh? You'll need a rock hammer for that"
"Oh for fuck's sake..."
>"What's your name again?"
>Groan and facehoof
"Get. Me. A. Rock. Hammer."
>"Okie dokie! I'll need payment first!"
>Look over your shoulder again
>Back to Smalls
"What kind of payment?"
>His eyes focus and he locks gazes with you
>A serious look crosses his face
>"I need you..."
>Lean closer
>"To tell me your name and cell number"
>Let out an exasperated sigh
>"Oh, and also a blowjob."
>What.
>Stare at him, shocked
>Which is rare, since hardly anything shocks you anymore.
"But... What?"
>"Pretty mare like you can probably use those lips well. How about you meet me in the prison yard later on and we sort something out?"
>You nod thoughtfully
"Alrighty, hows about this."
>He raises an eyebrow

17/?

>Grab his neck with magic and pull him towards you
>Also grab his food knife
>Place the knife straight up on the table and hover his head over it so that his eye is about an inch away from the tip of the blade
"You get me my rock hammer, or I'll give you a lobotomy. Got it?"
>He stammers and nods furiously
>"Y-y-yes! Of course! I'll just need your name and cell number!"

18/?

>The small, fat warden/cleaning pony dances around your room, singing to herself and waving your knife around
>Like the desperate hobo you are, you follow her, panting
>She stops and looks at you with a huge grin on her face as you collapse to the floor and wheeze
>"Oh come on! You've only been chasing me for thirty minutes!"
"How... Are you... Still going..."
>She cocks her head
>"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You're fat as hell... And so small..."
>She glares at you
>"Watch your tongue, ape."
"You'll have to pry it from my cold dead body before I do that"
>She spins your precious rusty knife around
>"It might just come to that, were I not under orders to keep you alive and locked up."
"Where hell is that revolting princess anyway?"
>"She's out in the city visiting various districts, and if you insult her again, I really shall remove your tongue. She said 'alive'. Not 'unharmed'."
>Gulp
>The Warden smiles
>"Chin up, monkey boy. She's probably just going to talk to you."
"I doubt it."
>"Yeah, me too. She's most likely going to rape you to death."
>Gawk at her
"And you're completely okay with that?"
>"Ehh, she does a good job keeping the Empire safe. Why not let her have some fun?"
"She has a husband!"
>"He's away on duty fighting a changeling horde coming from the west. A mare has needs, ape."
>She checks a clock on the wall
>"She'll be back in about 3 hours. So I intend to have as much fun as I can with you until she's gone"
"What fun is there to be found in making someone run around like some kid of... PET?!"
>"I have a serious domination fetish"
>What.
>She retains a completely sincere look, and doesn't break eye contact with you
"So you..."
>"Yes."
"This whole time..."
>"Yes."
"That's disgusting even by my standards."
>"Yeah well, I don't care. Now come and get your knife."
"Hell no"

19/?

>She waves it around in front of your face
>"Come on! Come and get the knife!"
"No. You can keep it"
>You feel yourself tearing up
"You've... Tainted it."
>"It's a knife, you overgrown chimp"
"IT'S LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!"
>"Are you SURE you don't want to chase me around? I was getting close as well..."
"STOP SAYING... Euugh-- WORDS!"
>She giggles, her plump form bouncing slightly
>"Nope. I'm going to keep this knife and do terrible terrible things to it after you're gone."
"Stop it."
>"I might use the handle to-"
"STOP IT."
>"Maybe even get the blade replaced"
"YOU HARLOT!"
>"I think I might just colour it pink as well"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"
>You give in and chase that fat fuck around the room as fast as you can
>As expected, even when fuelled by rage she bounces around like some kind of perverted rubber ball, deftly dodging your every move and taunting you the whole time
>"YOUR ANGER ONLY MAKES ME MOISTER!"

20/?

>You and Sweetie Belle emerge from the tunnel and enter the now beaming sunlight
>A warm and delicate breeze rolls through, and causes Sweetie, who is still perched atop you, to sigh
>"This place is great! It's too bad that Anon and Lyra aren't here though..."
>She makes a point. Lyra and Anon are still nowhere to be found, and you have no leads. It's been too long since you were at the place where you were captured, and the trail has no doubt gone cold by now. Scents don't linger for too long, and it was lucky you found Sweetie's in the first place
>Still, you owe it to your pack to find them again
>Lyra will no doubt be trapped in a complex designed to house dangerous ponies such as herself. Such a fortress will be even harder to penetrate than the building you just liberated Sweetie from
>The filly in question giggles as her stomach grumbles
>"Can we get something to eat, Dog? I'm kinda hungry."
>Indeed. Sustenance comes first, and you wouldn't want your filly to go hungry after all that you have been through
>Lick your lips and huff, setting off at a brisk trot in the direction of the nearest and strongest scent
>Walk through the increasingly more crowded streets on the way to some form of food source
>You would normally just swipe some sausages from a meat stand, since there are quite a few griffins located around this shanty town
>But for some bizarre reason, Sweetie doesn't eat meat.
>Lyra does. So why not Sweetie?
>Regardless, you trudge on in search for something more green to give to your little one
>Eventually you find a bin with a half eaten apple in it
>Wait for Sweetie to jump off your back and scramble into the bin
>She sits in the rubbish and chews on her apple, looking adorable.
>Rest your head on the floor and close your eyes for a second
>Hear a rustling nearby
>Open one eye and look around
>A newspaper flutters by, and gets stuck between a drainpipe and a wall

21/?

>Cock your head and squint at it
>Either your eyes are playing tricks on you, or...
>You stand up and bark
>Sweetie's head appears over the edge of the bin
>"What is it, boy?"
>Run over to the paper and grip it with your mouth, bringing it back to Sweetie and putting it in the bin with her
>She smooths it out and looks at it
>"Crystal Empire celebrates hottest day yet? What's that got to do with anything, Dog?"
>Bark at her and whine
>She looks beneath the main headline and gasps
>"Ohmygosh! Dangerous bandits captured! Hey, Dog! That's us!"
>You rear up on your hind legs and drape your head over the side of the bin
>In black and white, a photograph of you, Anonymous, Lyra and Sweetie Belle are shown being carted off
>You're all unconscious, and appear to have darts stuck in your necks
>That explains the sudden fade to black you experienced
>Sweetie Belle reads the article aloud
>"Even the arrival of her highness Princess Cadence was not enough to prevent dangerous vagabonds from causing trouble, but her highness was vigilant and prevented them from hurting any more innocent ponies."
>She huffs
>"Even I could write a better article than this... I wrote for the school paper once!"
>She continues
>"Found with the troublemakers was a young filly, supposedly kidnapped, who has been placed in the Happy Smiles Home for Lost Foals until a family can be found for her"
>She looks at you
>"It wasn't -that- bad. Just a bit too creepy for my tastes"
>You lick her face
>She giggles and wipes the drool off herself before reading the last extract
>"The infamous and elusive Anonymous has been taken into royal custody, and the nefarious criminal Lyra "Roadhouse" Heartstrings has been safely locked up in Shawflank Prison for the rest of her days. Truly it is a glorious day for the Crystal Empire"
>Sweetie puts down the paper
>"Well. At least we know where they are now."

22/?

>Stare at the ceiling of your cell
>Whistle a simple tune as you count sheep, trying to pass the time
>"Yo, if that bitch tries to start with me, I'll fuck her up!"
"I HEARD THAT"
>"...Sorry!"
>Fucking inmates
>It's been like, 3 hours since you told that scum bag to get your hammer
>You have no idea how long it will take, but you're getting impatient.
>Getting out of here is only half the job, you still have to get Sweetie Belle, Anon and Dog to safety once you get out
>Sigh
>Hell of a task ahead of you
>Hear a tapping on the bars to your cell
>Look over
>An old pony pushing a cart is trying to get your attention
>"B-book service?"
>Grunt and get up off the bed, walking up to the bars and glaring at the old guy
"Did I ask for a book?"
>"N-no, but I think you'd like this one, miss"
>He passes you a copy of "Craftspony's Tools and Tricks of the Trade" through the bars
>Raise an eyebrow as you look at the front cover
>Look back up
>The old pony has already moved on, and is calling out for book service to anyone who might care
>Walk back to your bed and sit on it, your back resting against the wall
>Open the book
>To your surprise, all the pages are glued together, and the inside has been hollowed out
>A small hammer rests inside
>Smile to yourself
"Well I'll be..."

23/?


>You are Anonymous
>You're fucking done
>Sit with your knees pulled up against your chest
>The knife prods the side of your face
>"Come on, do something funny"
"Fuck off, horse"
>She pouts, her face still managing to display an air of malevolence
>"You're no fun!"
"I said, fuck off. Go clean something if you have to be here"
>She jabs you with the knife, much harder this time
>You feel the very tip sink into your cheek
>Wince
>Feel a drop of blood slide down your unshaven face
>"Next time, I won't be gentle. In fact, I might-"
>She stops talking abruptly
>You don't care.
>...
>Alright, you do
>Look up at her
>She's looking to the side, a solemn look on her face
>The little pony turns back to face you
>"Well. Would you look at the time"
>Grudgingly look at the clock
>...
"Oh god no"
>The warden turns to leave, taking your knife with her
"Y-you can't leave! I'll be fun! I promise!"
>"I'm afraid I have to, monkey boy. Good luck. You'll need it."
>She exits the room and shuts the door behind her, locking it
>You start to tremble in fear
>It's high noon.
>Cadence has returned to the castle.

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The End