The Mane 6 Prison Chronicles

“Well, I am a lady, but sometimes even a lady like myself must stoop low to stay alive.

“I was in a similar position like Applejack - my designs started to become out of fashion, and my customer count dropped. I knew I was going to be out of business in a few months. So, I decided to go job-hunting out in Ponyville.

“I am willing to get my hands dirty in a job if I must, but the jobs I was being offered were too much. A chef wanted me to be a garbage girl, the pathologist wanted me to dispose of the bloody remains. To both of them, I said good-day.

“Of course, I started to regret my decision, but it was too late at that point. I started walking home, when I came upon a foal running in the darkness. I stopped to ask him what the matter was, when two stallions came out of the darkness behind the foal.

“They told me that if I ‘saw nothing’, the 250 bits they were carrying were mine. I told him that I was looking for work, and if they could get me a job, the bits were theirs to keep. I suppose they saw an opportunity, because they took me up on my offer.

“They escorted me to a small shack on the outskirts of Ponyville next to the river. There was a dock with a boat covered by a tarp moored there.

“They took me inside with the foal, and showed me their operation. Turns out, they were involved in the slave trade. This was a profitable business, and I knew I had to get in to save my business.

“It was simple; those two brought in foals, fillies, stallions, and mares from somewhere, and I judged them to decide what they would become - field worker, kitchen worker, or, the most popular, sex slave, then sent them onto the boat.

“Once the boat had 12 ponies on board, it left to distribute the merchandise to all of the cities and villages across Equestria.

“The best part was the money: 100 bits for a foal or filly, and 300 for a stallion or mare; the occupation they took didn’t affect the price.

“It didn’t take long before I had a nice pile built up, and I was ready to leave. But the business was run like a gang - if you joined, it was blood out. Meaning, if I wanted to leave, I would have to die. So, I decided to stay for self-preservation reasons, obviously.

“After a few more months of smooth sailing, the boat was stopped by a customs officer at Manehattan. The captives were discovered, and the authorities turned the boat driver. He told the authorities where we were at, and we all got busted. The rest of the story I’m sure you already know.

“I’m done; it’s your turn now, Pinkie.”