Be Anon
>In prison for getting into a fight with The Elements of Harmony
>Apparently getting into a fight against The Elements is punishable by two months in prison
>Beating them added an extra two week
>You are escorted by 12 guards armed with cattle prods in their mouths
>The unicorn guards hold extra ones with their magic
>The entrance looks exactly like a hotel lobby
>There's even a waiting area where you see others sitting
>You can tell that their prisoners from the orange jumpsuits that they're wearing
>Most of them are ponies, But there are a few other animals there too
>There are also a few other creatures that you can't identify
>Do they really trust these prisoners enough to let them sit that close to eachother?
>The guards guide you to a reception desk where a visibly shaking mare is sitting
>She doesn't say a word, she just hands you a black jumpsuit and a key
>Wait, a key?
>One of the guards motions you over to what looks like a changing room
>You go inside and change into your jumpsuit
>Wait, this thing has pockets?
>Why would they trust a prisoner with pockets?!
>You put the key in your pocket and walk out
>As the guards escort you to your cell one of the prisoners in the waiting area points at you and yells
>"B-b-b-b-b... Black suit!"
>All the prisons go crazy, some running for the front door others trying to jump out the nearest window
>Guards try to keep the prisoners in the lobby
>"No, please don't leave me in the same prison with this guy!"
>"All I did was leave a restaurant without paying, I don't deserve this."
>"I want my mama, I want my mama!"
>The guards are grabbing as many inmates as possible to try to calm them down 
>Hugging them
>Rubbing their heads
>Giving them...churros?
>You haven't eaten since you were arrested
>You turn to one of your escorts
"You wouldn't happen to have any of those churro's would you?"
>"They're for emergencies only."
>You could take the churro from him, but he's got that cattle prod with him
>...
>You can't take it anymore
>You're going to die of hunger!
>Without thinking you run over to where all the other guards are
"Get back here Anonymous!"
>They're still trying to comfort some of the inmates but you don't care
>You quickly grab as many churros from the guards belts as you can
>The other inmates freak out seeing you so close to them and start trying to escape again
>While stuffing your face with churros your escorts quickly run towards you shocking you with their cattle prods 
>They're a lot weaker than you expected
>They kind of hurt but you don't care
>You got your churros and that's what matters

Be The Warden
"The new inmate did what?"
>"He attacked some of the guards in the lobby and ate their Emergency Use Churros Ma'am, he scarfed them down like some wild animal."
"Oh my, it seems that he's going to need some serious rehabilitation!"
>"If you ask me I think that's going to be impossible for him."
>You gasp
"Cookies, how could you say such a thing?"
>"With all due respect ma'am, do you know why he's here?"
>She hands you a manilla envelope
>You open it and read the information on the new inmate
>Apparently his name is "Anonymous"
>He is of an unknown species, from looking at his photo you guess he's some sort of primate >It is unknown how he got to Equestria and he claims that he doesn't know how he got here either
>He's in prison for...
>Oh my
>He fought The Elements or Harmony?!
>And he won?!?!
>"Ma'am, I'm sure that you can understand why I think there's no hope for him now."
>You don't know what to say 
>"Well, um..."
>Cookies goes through the folder and pulls out what appears to be an x-ray of a ponies hoof
>And it appears to be broken
>"That's the hoof of the element of honesty, Applejack, it was one of the many x-rays used as evidence against him during his trial."
>Oh dear
>Someone who could break the leg of a pony like Applejack must be dangerous
>And did she say "many x-rays"?
>This looks tough
>But you were never one to back down from a challenge
>All inmates can be rehabilitated!
>That is what your grandmother Believed!
>That is what your mother Believed!
>And That is what you believe!
"I'm sorry Cookies, but I can't imagine any inmate being without hope."
>Cookies sighs
>”I guess I just can't convince you ma'am.” 
>And with that she leaves your office

Be Anon
>You have a full belly
>But at what cost?
>This black jumpsuit seems like enough of a reason for the other prisoners to stay away from you
>And that shit you pulled in the lobby only seemed to further cement your status as the most dangerous inmate in this prison
>You bury your hands in your face
"What did I ever do to deserve this?"
>Suddenly there's a knock at your door
"Who is it?"
>"Guard."
"Come in."
>"I don't need permission, but thanks anyways."
>The guard enters your room and...
>God she's cute
>You try to forget that you ever thought that
"Hello, my name's Cookies n' Cream, everyone just calls me cookies."
"My name's Anonymous, everyone just calls me Anon."
>She sits down next to you with the same posture as a human
>You never thought about it but that's kind of weird
>"The Warden sent me here."
"Why's that?"
>"She thinks that there's still hope for you."
"And you don't?"
>"Well...no."
>"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence."
>You say this in the most sarcastic voice you can make
"Well you did get into a fight with the Elements of Harmony."
"Is that what those six horses were called?"
>"Ponies, we're ponies!"
>Wow she sounded offended
"Oh ok, sorry."
>"Why did you get into a fight with them if you don't mind me asking?"
>You don't see the point in explaining it to her, if the judge didn't care why would she?
>On the other hand you could do it to make The Warden happy, she must be nice if she has hope for you
>"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too."
"No, I'll tell you."

Be Anon in a flashback
>One minute your driving home, the next minute you wake up in a new land laying your back
>Were you unconscious?
>For how long?
>And where are you anyways, some kind of forest?
>You get up and look around hoping to find a trail, unfortunately there doesn't seem to be one
>Now what?
>"Alright girls, that burst of energy came from somewhere around here."
>You just heard someone, maybe they could help you
>You run over to the source of the voice and find and find...
>Horses?
>Six colorful horses
>One blue horse, once yellow horse, one white horse, one orange horse, one pink horse, and one purple horse
>You stare at each other for a few seconds
>You could have sworn you heard someone talking
>"Fluttershy, do you know what that thing is?"
>The blue one asks the yellow one
>The blue one...
>Asks...
>Oh my god they can talk
"Oh my god you, can talk!"
>They all seem surprised by your sudden outburst
>The yellow one speaks this time
"Um, yes we can talk."
"B-b-b-b-but horses can't talk!"
>"Hey, we are not horses!"
>The blue one flies up to you
>Wait a minute
>She has wings?!
>"We are ponies, you got that, ponies."
>She pokes your chest a few times accusingly  
>You look at the other ponies
>The yellow one also has wings
>The pink and orange ones seem to be the most normal looking of the group
>But the white and purple ones have horns on their heads
>In fact, the purple one also has wings
>You swat the blue ponies hoof away and start running
>"Ow, that hurt!"
>She's flying after you
>How can those wings even support her body?
>She tackles you to the ground 
>You respond by punching her in the face
>The purple one shoots something out of her horn, it hits you but it doesn't seem to do anything to you
>The orange one pulls a lasso out of nowhere and tries to tie you up
>It grabs you by the waist, but you just grab it and yank the rope forward and her along with it 
>And that's how you got into a fistfight with a bunch of ponies
>Or would it be more of a hooffight?

Be Cookies
>You're speechless
>Magic doesn't effect him?
>No wonder the Elements lost, you've never heard of them having to resort to physical violence to take someone down
>"And that's my story."
>There's a moment of awkward silence
>"You know what, it actually felt kind of good to tell someone what happened, thanks."
"No problem Anonymous."
>"Please, just call me Anon."
"Alright then Anon, I think I should report back to the Warden now."
>"Ok, bye."
>He waves at you and you wave back
>You walk out and head for the Warden's office

Be Anon
>That was nice
>You didn't expect anyone to speak to you while you were in here
>Cookies and The Warden seem to be the only friends you have right now
>It looks like Cookies forgot to close the door
>You get up to close it and make eye contact with another inmate walking through the hallway
>He tries to make a run for it but ends up hitting a wall and falling down 
>You think about helping him up but as soon as he sees you move he gets back up and just runs to the other end of the hallway
>You close the door, get back in bed, and try to sleep
>Maybe you'd get to talk to Cookies again when you woke up

Be Cookies
>In the Wardens office
"I just got done speaking with Anon ma'am."
>"So how was he?"
"He's certainly a lot nicer than I thought he'd be."
>The Warden beams at you
>"Perfect, then we can move on to our next step."
>She pulls out pen and paper
>Upon closer inspection it seems like a the paper is a form authorizing Anon to work in the prison
"Ma'am, do you want Anon to get a job?"
>"Yes, I think it would be a perfect place to start."
>"Having Anon around others seems like a bad idea."
>"How bad could it possibly be?"
"He's a blacksuit, you know how all the other inmates view anyone in a black jumpsuit. They're all scared of him."
>The Warden thinks for a second
>"Hmm...maybe everyone would be more comfortable around him if he had a chaperone?"
"That might work."
>"Great, when can you start?"
>Well this is a surprise
"You want me to to be his chaperone?"
>"Who else? You're probably his best friend in this entire prison."
>She's got a point
>Who knows, maybe this could work out just fine
>"So anyway, here's what I think Anon should do."

Be Anon
>You're awoken by the sound of your alarm clock
>Every cell has one
>It's time for dinner
>You get up from your bed and walk to the door
>You hear voices outside
>Other prisoners
>You shouldn't leave yet
>Just as you turn around someone opens your door for you
>It's Cookies
>"Hello Anon, I've got a proposition for you."
"A proposition?"
>"Yes, let's discuss it over dinner."
"Isn't that a bad idea?"
>"What makes you say that?"
"Well, what about all the other prisoners outside?"
>"Don't worry, they won't be as scared of you if you have me around."
>There's a rumbling in your stomach
"Can't you just bring my lunch to my cell?"
>"Anon, you either come with to the mess hall or you go to bed hungry."
>Your mind's telling you "no"
>But your stomach is telling you "yes"

Later
>You're in the mess hall
>Cookies agreed to get lunch for both of you while you waited at the table
>In fact, here she comes now
>It looks like she got the same thing for both of you
>Spaghetti and meatballs
>It sure is nice of them to give you meat in a mostly vegetarian society
>there's parmesan cheese on the table
>Remembering that there isn't anyone here to judge your diet you decide to cover your spaghetti with a thick coating of cheese
>You've missed this taste so much
>"So you like cheese?"
>Oh look Cookies is back
>You nod while slurping some of your noodles
>In fact you almost finish your spaghetti while Cookies has barely started on hers
>She must be a slow eater
>That's kind of cute
>Wait what?
>Anyways
>You decide to ask her about this "proposition" she has for you 
>But then you see something on your tray you hadn't noticed before
>Chocolate pudding
>The question burning a hole in the back of your mind can wait
>You grab your spoon and open the lid
>Before you start enjoying your dessert you notice that cookies doesn't have any pudding 
>Did she only get pudding for you?
>Why would she only get pudding for you?
>You think it over and realize
>This can only mean one thing
>Her "proposition" is going to suck major balls
>You're worried 
>But you can't let it show
>That would just make her feel nervous 
>You decide to just enjoy your pudding
>Enjoy every last bite
>Savor the taste 
>Take as long as possible
>You may not be able to avoid the inevitable
>But you can at least delay it 
>Which you do, for 20 seconds
>That's the longest it's ever taken you to finish chocolate pudding
>She's almost done with her spaghetti
>Now that you think about it eating your pudding slowly didn't actually help at all
>"That sure was nice. So Anon, here's what the Warden had in mind for you."
>[Screaming internally]
"She thinks that it would help if you got a job."
>Well that's not something you expected to hear
>You expected something along the lines of forced manual labor
"What kind of job?"
>"Well she wanted you to work in the kitchen."
>This seemed nice
>You remember your mother teaching you to cook, it was always so much fun for you.
"I could do that."
>She beams at you 
>"Great, we can start tomorrow."
>We?
"Are you going to be working with me?"
>"The Warden and I decided that you'd need a chaperone."
"Why would I need a chaperone?"
>"Well, we figured it would just make things easier for you."
>You think you understand what she means...