>You feel two hooves press into your back in a quick shove
>You barely manage to stop yourself from faceplanting in your (Vegetarian) Shepard's Pie
>"Oh, what's wrong, Anon? Not so strong now are you?"
>The voice mocking calls you out
>With a force of will you beat down the desire to toss the smarmy fuck across the cafeteria
>You've been on the Guard's shit list ever since you held up Afternoon Aerobics with your display of dominance last week
>The warden believed that you didn't mean it so you only had one pudding cup cut from your weekly diet
>You weren't eager to lose the other thirteen
>As it was, Sunday evenings were less chocolatey that you could stand
>Luckily, one of the guards had taken pity on you and in exchange for an hour of belly rubs a night you got a Cookie's'n'Cream pudding cup every Sunday at Midnight
>Funnily enough, that was her name

>You turn very slowly towards the culprit of your almost ruined meal
>It's none other than Gym Rat
>Turns out, you broke his previous record
"Oh it's alright, Gym Rat, I know you didn't mean anything by it."
>His eye twitches as he struggles to come up with a suitable retort
>"Chyeah? See you later, MONKEY BOY!"
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>Gym Rat and his snickering posse leave you in presumed defeat
>A guard catches your eye and nods respectfully in your direction
>Fuck yeah, getting brownie points for dealing with it
>Seriously, they have a point system
>You can cash them in for prizes and shit
>Fuck, pie's getting cold

>Later in your cell
>Cookies and Cream lies snoring peacefully in your lap
>You hear Gym Rat approaching, just on time
>You asked him during your weekly spa session to meet you at your cell
>He appears in the cell door and you motion for him to be quiet as you gently scratch Creamy's ear
>"What do you want, Anon?"
"Look man, I just wanted to straight up with you. I feel really bad about acting like such a jerk to you last week. It was real mean and I'm super sorry."
>Just like you rehearsed
>Gym Rat looks a little down
>"I'm sorry too, bro. Can we put this behind us, be pals again?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
>You hold your hand out for a hoofshake
>As you puts his hoof in you hand, you grab it and cover his mouth
"We ain't buddies, guy."
>Careful not to wake Cookie, you knock Rat out and perform your dastardly deed

>Next day
>Get called down to the Warden's office
>Gym rat is in there, still crying
>No words need to be said, for as soon as you walk into the room you can't stop laughing
>Rat is shaved buck-naked and in place of his cutie mark are your initials
>You didn't even try to hide it
>You fucking run this place
>Wonder how many belly wubs it'll take for Creamy to sneak you your missing pudding ration
>God knows you lost two more from this stunt