It was just any normal day in prison, after a couple days you've managed to become a legend in the prison's history. You've been in your cell most of the time. You've been in this prison for about a week now, and it's just like a resort. Nothing bad happens here. You figured that if you simply just did nothing and enjoyed yourself, your sentence would be over in no time.

Although, because everyone acts like a child (save for the dragon, Tiger), you've been thinking about what he said about mind control. Could it be true that Equestria is that underdeveloped mentally and legally? Is there really some mass mind control spell? Currently, you don't even care.

Although, you have been acting a little more childish and more on impulse lately. You're not sure if it's the supposed mind control or the prison getting to you. The elementary atmosphere of the place really does take its toll on anyone who enters.

Still, though. You're wondering if there's more to the prison than it looks. Bulk Biceps said he was going to go work out, because you motivated him to do so even more. You figured since nobody will be around to stop you from doing a little snooping, now'd be your chance to get out of the cell. You get out of your hotel-level bed and go to the terminal on the wall. You're going to go out today, well, as much out there is in a prison. You take out your Good Boy Points card, and swipe it on the card slot on the terminal.

Welcome, Anonymous!

You're greeted by the welcome message. You notice you have a new notification on your account. You tap the little icon depicting a parcel, and a message opens.

Hello, Anonymous! Please go to your nearest guard and request to be taken to the Overseer; failure to do so will result in the deposit of -532 Good Boy Points. Have a nice day, and remember to follow the rules and be a general good boy!

This was interesting to you. You found it funny that there is no "withdrawal" as to not hurt anyone's feelings, and only negative deposits. You check your GBP amount, and see that you have a total of about five-hundred. You still haven't begun to uncover what you could do with this amount, but to prisoners this would mean that you've gotten the equivalent of around ten thousand dollars in spending cash, or pretty much access to wherever you'd like in the prison. But this overseer business reminds you of something, but you can't place your finger on it.

You assume the best course of action is to go to a guard and go meet the Overseer. You wouldn't want to risk your good boy money. You exit out of the notification menu on the terminal and press the "REQUEST GUARD" button. Within a couple of minutes, there's a knock on the door.

"Come in. It's not like this isn't a prison." You say.

In comes with all her glory, Sugar the guard pony. She looks at you sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, I, uh, just saw you needed a guard?" she says.

"Yeah. I need to go see the Overseer, or something. I've apparently been told to go to whoever this is." you say.

Sugar looks surprised, and then starts trembling.

"Wow, I d-don't know why she wants to see you. I-it must be important, then. I'll take you to the Overseer right away!" Sugar says, stammering a little bit. You wonder if the Overseer is the head honcho of the prison. Knowing how the prison is, you aren't afraid at all. It's probably just another pony that is like the rest.

"Who's this Overseer?" you ask.

"The Overseer? W-well, we aren't supposed to talk about her that much, but since you're going to see her, you might want an explanation." Sugar explains.

"Go on." you say.

"She's pretty much our cool leader here, she controls what goes on in the prison. Once you meet her, though, I wouldn't be surprised if even you were scared. B-but there's nothing to be afraid of! Just do as she says." says Sugar.

"Alright, then. Can't be that hard." you reply.

"Good to see you've gotten a lot better at cooperation! You'll be fine. Just be, uh, respectful." Sugar says, nervously. You look at the nervous pone with a blank expression. She looks at you with skittish insinuation. She must have thought you have done something extremely bad to earn the attention of the supposed Overseer.

"W-well, we'll be off." she says, as she motions you with a hoof to follow her. You oblige and the both of you are soon walking together in the hallways. Ponies, prisoners and guards alike pay no attention to you. Though, you wonder why none dare come within five feet of you. It must be because you're a natural-born badass in this prison.

You also don't like the fact how Sugar likes to steal a look here or there at you, specifically your crotch. You catch her in the act, causing her to release a small "eep!" in response. She never looked back at you for the rest of the walk.

This oddly reminds you of the one time you were brought to jail back home. Another memory floods in your head as you walk down yet another hallway.

You are Anonymous, dishonorably discharged Marine and now future convict. You are now entering a courtroom for multiple charges for assault, battery, and other things that led you here. While you thought that it was worth it to nearly murder your NCO two months back, you are now about to head to prison for who knows how long.

"...Anonymous. Why is his last name Anonymous?" the judge mutters to himself. The judge of the courtroom is a short, old stocky man dressed up in usual judge garb. He scratches at his developed white beard, and then looks at you with surprise as you are guided in the room with handcuffs while being led by a guard. Why was he looking at you with surprise?

"A-ANON?"

You are Anonymous, in pony prison. It seems you've arrived at your destination. You were too much deep in thought when Sugar was attempting to garner your attention. You've been staring at the doorway to the Overseer's office for about two minutes with your eyes crossed, and a small stream of drool was hanging out of your then-open mouth.

Author's Notes:

it's a small update, but with a big setup

to a big arc

edit: pls leave comments, give it to me like the slut i am, i wonder what you guys may think happen?