After giving Sugar a rub of the bellies and having to change your bed sheets, you sit awkwardly in the cafeteria with her.

"So, like I had asked, do I get extra points for being nonviolent?" you ask.

"The higher-ups are definitely gonna love that you chose be be peaceful, so I think that earns you about 50. I really think you're coming around Anon!" says Sugar.

So long as you keep her from suspecting anything wrong about you. You can't have these ponies know anything about your own world's prisons, and how they work. You look over to Sugar. She has a juice box and is currently smiling and staring onward with a content look on her face. She looks at you, blushes, then looks away, sipping at the juice box a little harder.

Good thing you're not an oblivious Anon, because you have a fucking brain and can tell that this pony is head-over-heels for you. You think to yourself, maybe, just maybe you can abuse this for a little bit while you're here. You hope you don't get caught and eventually turned into a super criminal, but hey, pony prison is dumb. The higher ups and guards who aren't Sugar shouldn't be suspicious of anything, seeing how ponies are very easy to sway and trick. Time to have fun with pone.

"Hey, Sugar. Why do you like belly rubs so much?" you ask to the pony who is clearly flustered to be around you.

"W-well, your hands are so~... ngh.."

Is this pony for real right now? She's getting turned on by the thought of your hand. You then decide to play a dirty joke on the poor pony. You then make a "come hither" motion with your index finger. She leans in.

"Do you always come when I finger you?" you say.

You then regret saying that as you regret hearing a blip blip blip noise as not-water hits the floor.

Meanwhile, as you walk back to your "cell", you encounter the dragon from earlier. He's walking around holding a teddy bear. You nearly laugh, but you notice him looking at you so you decide against' laughing at the only real threat within a 1,000 mile radius.

"Hey there, pretty boy. Is something funny?" says the dragon, in a deep, raspy voice.

"No! Uh, not at all. Don't murder me in my sleep, thank you." you say as you just walk on by. You power walk the fuck out of there once you hear the dragon chuckling a bit. Once you get back to your cell, you see Bulk Biceps there lifting a couple of weights excitedly.

"Hey. what's got you so excited?" you say.

"TODAY IS WORKOUT DAY! OH YEAH! YEAH!" screams the muscle pony.

"Really? I don't see anyone else working out."

Just then, the intercom flares up, with a familiar female voice saying an announcement.

"Good afternoon, my little ponies! Today we're going to be having "Exercise Fun Day" today! Be sure to bring all your proper gear and if you don't have any, please ask a guard for new issue workout gear. A guard will be coming to your cell to pick you up shortly. Have fun!"

"Strange how they organize these things so well." you say.

"YEAAAAAAAAAH!" bursts Bulk Biceps.

As expected, shortly enough, a guard knocks on the cell door.

"It's a cell. You're a guard. Come in." you say.

Sugar walks in. She's anticipating something, you can tell that because she was half-biting her lip as she walked in.

"W-well, Anon, it's time to go to Exercise Fun Day. Do you know what that is?"

"Um, no. I don't. Care to explain?" you say.

"It's basically on every Wednesday, we all go out to have a little exercise for the rest of the day. A lot of ponies don't like it.. but we have to do it." Sugar says. Exercise? You remember back in the day... before your prison time you used to be extremely fit. You don't remember why, though. Ever since you were in this magical horse land, you don't remember much of what your life was back on Earth

"Huh. Can't wait. Maybe now I can start on my dream body." you say.

"W-what? You actually want to work out? Oh my, it's too hard to even lift a single weight... it's really scary because I might embarrass myself."

"So... why does everyone in this world look very fit for their own kind?"

"Oh, that's easy! We make our gym stuff magically enchanted so that we only have to do it once every year! It saves a lot of time."

You couldn't believe what you heard. Basically, what Sugar is telling you right now is that since nobody wanted to man up and put a lot of effort into getting fit, they'd rather not take responsibility and just cheat?

"Where's the commitment?"

"C-commitment? That's a long word. Oh! We need to get going! Please get your friend and I'll lead you two to where the gym is." said Sugar, hastily.

You figured out that Bulk Biceps was the only pony here who knew hard work. Sure, you may have thought that he did kinda overdose on the 'roids, but it turns out he knows a lot about keeping in shape. This is why he chose to eat the "healthy" option with you at lunch a few days back. Sure, it was limited knowledge because he was a horse and all, but still. At least he put in the time and the notion to do so.

From what you can see, the gym is basically a huge-ass basketball gymnasium, with a few side-rooms with weights, a pool, and a dodgeball game. The ponies didn't really do anything exercise related. For fun, you manage to get a pony to run around for you to see how fit they really are. The pony who you got to run was tired after 10 seconds. So much for magical weights.

After just a half hour, you're getting sick of all these ponies just laying around on their asses. You remember something fuzzy about a guy who led a bunch of other men to run, which made you feel suddenly inspired. You sit down. This was one of the few times when you regain your memory. You rub your temples with your fingers.

Come on.. come on. Where did I come from? you think.

This was a rare moment like the other times you regained little bits and pieces of your memory. After about a couple months being here in this pony world, you remembered your friends and family. You also remembered that you came out of jail recently. You were told by the pony who accidentally brought you here that you may have some memory loss and you may have a tough time remembering things from your past life, but it'll all eventually come.

Then you remember the United States flag. Then, an eagle in scarlet and gold.

Then it hits you. Of course! You now knew why you were extremely fit with a reason now! How could you forget? The realization hits you like a train going full speed ahead, you nearly cry when you remembered.

You are Sugar. You work at the Ponyville local prison! You know an amazing being with such silky appendages. This being you like has a name, and that name is Anon. You're currently watching over him as he's on the verge of tears. Oh no! What's wrong? Did something upset him? No... it was about time 'til he broke out of his shell. You're happy for him!

You decide to go over to Anon to give him a hug.

"Aaaaanon, is something the matter~?" you say, a little more singy-songy than you wanted. Oh well. As long as you're there to help him.

"I... remember." says Anon, as he looks up at everypony.

"Um, Anon? Are you okay? Let me give you a hug-"

Of course, you're interrupted as he gets up, knocking you back into a crowd of ponies taking a nap. Anon then cackles manically. Everypony is looking at him by now. You can somehow feel impending... danger as he looks around, with his grin turning into a very grim scowl.

"IT'S TIME TO DO SOME RUNS FOR THE MARINE CORPS! OORAH!" screams Anon as he starts to run laps around the gym. Has he lost his mind? It seems like he's suddenly... well, inspired. It kind of makes you feel like running and doing something great. First, he started with one lap. Then, he went for two laps. Then, he went for 3 laps. After about an hour, ponies were watching Anon run.

"Look at him go!"

"How does he do that?"

"I want him to slip in my love~!"

Ponies, males and females alike were getting turned on by Anon's running skills. You had to admit, you could feel a little moisture down... there as he ran. But, what is a "Marine Core"? Is it a central whale or something?

"Oh my gosh, Sugar. You get to keep watch on him? You lucky gal." says one of your fellow guards, another female.

"Yeah. You must be pretty lucky to get an inmate like him~!"

You feel yourself getting flustered as you're getting swarmed by all these jealous mares, and you can smell the sexual frustration flowing through their bodies, and even in yours. Who was going to bang the monkey first? You, of course. You were going to make sure of that.

You are Anon, former Lance Corporal in the Marine Corps. Thankfully to the gym, you have remembered a part of your life. Now, you're one step closer to remembering why you went to jail and how you came here. It's been a question that's been nagging in your mind, of course, you were told that there was a magical accident, but there is something real fishy going on in here. Especially that the prison is the equivalent to a morning preschool, or just anything that isn't Parris Island. But, you digress.

You were doing runs. Not just any runs, but runs in the remembrance of the Marine Corps you were in. You lost track of time when you were running, for it seemed the memories just kept in flowing, like that first time you got hazed by a drill instructor. Good times.

Now that you remembered that you were in fact a jarhead and you went through shit that's impossible to imagine according to ponies, you decide to stop after 3 hours of running at a constant pace. You now notice that the ponies got tired from watching you running themselves, so they sat on the bleachers so they don't feel tired anymore. The girls sat closest to you, and you could swear you smelt something funny in the air.

"I'm done for runs. Good afternoon, everyone." you say as you go back to your cell on your own.

"He's going to go back on his own? What a dreamer!" you hear one pony say.

A lot of mares swoon over you as you walk by them, and you can see Sugar standing at the doorway.

"The day is just about over, so I will get to take you back to your room. Also, you earn extra good boy points for actually exercising! You may have inspired a few ponies." said Sugar, with a happy look on her face.

"That's what marines tend to do." you say.

"Oh yeah, what is a "marine core?" is it something like a underwater creature?"

"Don't mind it."

You can't have anyone find out that you're actually trained to be a killer. That would be bad.

"O-ok." Sugar stammers, then she looks around awkwardly for a second, and then leads you back to your room/cell.

Later that night, you lie in bed, wondering what's going to happen tomorrow, or the next few weeks. You hope that no one finds out what your world is really like, especially after you mention your beloved Marine Corps.

Bulk Biceps is sleeping soundly, a lot quieter than you'd imagine. He's actually a very quiet sleeper, contrary to what most people may think about him. It seems the louder ones are the quietest some times.

You let your mind wander off, and eventually you're graced with the nice onset of sleep.

Too bad you didn't know someone was about to watch your dreams.

Author's Notes:

weekly to bi-weekly updates k :^)