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This was just a mini one off I wrote after an acid trip. I also took the opportunity to write lewd as practice for the main /prison/ story, but I actually liked the outcome so a lot of it will be included in the main stories lewd, therefore this just kind of abruptly ends when it reaches that point because no main story spoilers allowed.  Have a song instead: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_EjOVGaiYg

>Pic related AiE (It was a Bee, therefore “Be Anon in Equestria”)
>You've found yourself in the judicial system of the land of tiny equine
>You were thrown in here for some inexplicable reason shortly after you arrived
>From what you'd gathered you being here had something to do with a pentagram, some blood and a crazy chanting pony
>The reason your crime remains unknown to you is that nothing here speaks English, or any human language
>It's all just a bunch of snorts, horse noises, gryphon cheeping and Minotaur roars
>Actually some tiny fairy like creatures might speak Scottish
>You've no idea the name of the prison you now reside in, as their writing is quite foreign too
>Weird symbols and letters
>They had typewriters, but with only two keys, yet they had a 28 letter alphabet 
>At the prison you were toured around and met various exuberant sounding ponies doing various hobby related activities
>Wood works, arts and craft, flying kites, clearly you were being shown clubs you could join
>You couldn't understand a thing they said and you'd learnt early on that when you spoke English to them it frightened the fuck out of them
>If they sound like horses to you, guess you sound like a screaming monkey to them (probs y u in prison)
>So after every happy whinny from each pony you'd met came to an end you greeted them only with silence
>Eventually you were given a slip of paper at the end of your tour, the prison was top fucking notch btw especially for tiny horses, upon it was a tick symbol and a bunch of boxes beside what you assume to be the names of the clubs you'd visited
>You just tick everything
>You spent the next few days mostly on your own, occasionally being directed to some club, it wasn't bad though, everyone still attempted to be cheerful towards you, kind of, you could tell they were trying to avoid you sometimes
>Mainly because you couldn't speak to anyone, and learning their language was out of the question, you physically couldn't reproduces their sounds, nor could they yours
>You don't like prison

>But on the 8th day something finally happens
>Outside a new prisoner was being hassled by a group of black suits
>From your time here you'd figured out that suit colour determined severity of the crime
>You had grey, the lowest one
>You watched for a while, choosing not to intervene to remain low on the radar
>Until one of the black suits bucks the mare in the side, knocking her to the ground in a ruffled ball of fur and tears
>It was at that point you walked up to the group
>Simply by strolling towards them with such purpose you gained the entire surrounding crowds attention
>It was less the fact you were awe inspiring, more the fact that "Hey we've never seen this guy do much more than sit and play frisbee" which had gained their attentions
>You pick up the crying horse noise making pony and rub her from head, all the way down her back to her tail
>It silences the mare who relaxes in your arms
>The first sign anything had ever given you of trust
>You wouldn't let this pony down!
>The black suits stare at you menacingly, shouting off likely some obscene horse noises at you 
>One turns around to buck at your shins but you take the chance to kick his slightly exposed testicles
>Down he goes, howling, like a sac of shit
>You kick the other one in the chest and he goes flying, he picks himself up and runs away crying, tail between his legs
>Realising you outclassed the apparently, toughest of the tough, by an unfair amount you simple sit on the final one until he stops trying to escape and yields to your superiority by giving off sad dog whine horse noises
>You plop the mare back on the ground and pet her head
>She horse noises something at you, a thanks you believe
>The rest of the day is spent in time out for beating up the ponies, you'd not been here before, and judging by how the warden was acting, no one had ever been in here as long as you were about to
>6 hours later you were let out
>In your boredom you'd folded every piece of available paper into a crane 
>You also did all of their puzzles, which were only about 30 pieces each
>You'd also drawn a few sketches, which when the guard who’d let you out saw he was absolutely amazed
>It seems your crude scribblings were counted as masterful works of art around here
>That night in bed you hear a knocking at your door
>It was the mare you'd saved earlier, along with 8 others
>Once you'd opened the door they all filed in without so much as a word to you 
>Wouldn't have mattered if they had anyway, like you would have known what the fuck was said
>Once they're all inside and the door had been closed they break their vow of silence, erupting into a series of explanatory horse noises
>As always you stare unknowingly, stupidly in fact, back at them when they finish
>It's only after they all clamber onto your bed, fluff up their fur and begin petting each other, much to their embarrassment it would seem, do you figure out what they want
>For the first time since your demonic arrival do you feel truly happy
>You spend the entire night snuggled up with completely random mares, who all seem desperate for you to rub and pat them
>It was just what the doctor ordered to warm your dying soul
>As you drift to sleep, surrounded by soft mares, you think one thing
>You like prison


>The next couple of days go by far easier than any before them
>Each night you're joined by the mare you rescued and a mismatch menagerie of tag along mares
>But that's not what's made it easier
>The mare you'd rescued, who'd you'd taken to mentally calling Books because of the picture on her flank, had decided to hang around with you during the day
>You're first friend
>She'd follow you around spouting off random horse noises for conversation
>You had no idea what she was trying to say, but you'd always smile after she'd stop her neighing
>It usually satisfied her
>Of course, she did interact with other ponies, her friends you assume
>Often Books would horse noise at you during those times and your only response would be to scritch behind her ears
>This usually lead to a line of waiting ponies for an ear scratch
>But most of the time while Books was with her friends you would sit beside the group as a silent sentinel
>They didn't mind your presence as much as they once had, particularly now that wherever you went, black suits did not follow
>It also became apparent that Books not only didn't mind your presence, she relished it
>Relished it maybe a bit much for a pony towards an alter-dimensional being
>And you'd yet to even say a word to her; she seemed to do enough talking for the both of you though
>Often when alone she would rub up against you and hug your sides
>Once she'd even dragged you to some big oak tree on the prison grounds and pulled you to the ground beside it just to nap on your chest and have you rub her back
>It had taken quite a bit of neighing and gestures for her to convey that you actually had to keep patting her, even when she was asleep 
>Since the first night with your additional living pillows you'd figured that, for whatever reason, cuddles, pats and rubs were considered incredibly vulgar acts
>So you're fairly certain this mare thinks of you romantically
>All doubts you'd had over such a thought vanished the night only Books came tapping at your chamber door
>Just her, no other mares
>What's more she was wearing clothes
>Striped pink and white socks with matching panties
>She was one lewd looking pony
>When you let her inside she wouldn't look you in the eyes, always looking to the floor, a permanent shade of red affixed to her cheeks
>It was clear what she wanted, but it obviously embarrassed the fuck out of her
>In a world where hugs were considered the same way as sex back on earth it’s no wonder she's embarrassed
>She makes a quiet confessive horse noise along with a few meeps and a whicker 
>Her hoof awkwardly scuffs about on the floor while she waits for your response
>One you couldn't giver verbally, but through simple action you give your answer
>By lifting her up and lying in your bed beside her it was made pretty obvious what your choice had been
>For the longest time you do nothing but spoon and rub her belly
[The naughty bits start here but they're not for you]