My Little Pony: Friendship is Incarceration

The sun did not shine on Blackhorn prison, nor was there night with its moon and stars. Only a dimness that grew and grew as one approached the castle on the high hill. Beneath that dome of gloom were impressions of dead trees and eroded hillside exposing boulders like broken bones and lost teeth. The earth ponies pulling the cart up the worn, cobbled path marched stoicly forward. The cage on the back was flanked by no less than four unicorns, their horns aglow with a magical suppression field. No one spoke. Three unicorns kept eyes on the prisoner, maintaining the field of cancelling magic. The fourth kept his eyes locked firmly ahead. A quartet of pegasi over watched the cart and its occupants.

The first wall was little more than a ring of stone pillars spaced evenly across the hillside, each topped with a purple gem. The sky was that of hot lead, casting a wan illumination on the ancient stone plinths. The Earth ponies trotted through without breaking stride, yet when the unicorns passed through it, four unicorns let out a cry, their horns flickering as dark purple lightning snaked around their horns, making the glow of magic flicker. The fifth made not a sound, even as his own illumination faltered as well.

The second wall was much more fitting the standard definition, cut from ugly basalt stones that loomed into the thin illumination overhead. The crenelation could barely be seen in the dim light, and the earth ponies standing guard moved like shadows overhead. A heavy gate of iron slowly swung open, just large enough to admit the cart. Within the wall, the cart stopped in a little room, and the door behind banged close. Then earth ponies in grim black armor the same style as the royal guards examined the cart. Dogs on leashes sniffed around the cart, low suspicious growls rolling in their throats. "That's right, meat. They can smell evil," one of the earth ponies taunted the figure curled up in the back of the cart.

"Hey," the fourth unicorn said, low and steady, and the earth pony blinked in surprise. "Just do your job."

The earth pony curled her lip but resumed the examination. When clear, the inner doors opened and the cart proceeded further, with torches stuck into sconces atop the cage. As the pegasi flew out, a purple nimbus enclosed their wings and they were brought back to the muddy rocks. No amount of flapping would lift them. The wagon continued a little way, now illuminated more by torches than the thin light above. And as they walked up the hill, the light left completely, and they entered eternal night. One by one, the unicorns' magic went out completely.

Then they reached the final wall. It was impossible to see the size of Blackhorn. It was as implacable as the gates of Tartarus itself. Great lights atop above pierced the darkness like the gaze of an angry Goddess, sweeping back and forth across the smooth, muddy terrain. Towers? There had to be towers. The cart stopped at the front gate and four of the beams converged on the party, washing out the darkness in terrible, blinding glare. Peering through a cracked eye, the prisoner could make out a single word carved into the stone above the doorway, illuminated with its own little light.

'Responsibility'

The doors opened and six black armored earth ponies strode out. One went to the fourth unicorn guard, asking for paperwork. The others went around the back of the cart. "Are you going to be a good pony, or a bad pony?" one of the stallion in black asked as he stared at the prisoner. No reply, of course, was possible when you wore a bridle this tight. She glanced at the guard talking over paperwork and gave a little nod to the guard addressing her. "Come here," he said waving her towards the door. She rose, walking towards him, keeping her eyes low. When she got to the bars, he reached up and clipped a leather strap to her bridle.

Then he yanked her face right into the bars. Something in her nose burst, blood trickling past her lips. The fourth guard turned and snapped, "What are you doing?" as the earth pony buckled down the strap to his foreleg.

"She just slipped. Chill, Goldencoat. We got this," the earth pony said as the doors were pulled open. Normally, such a short hop down would be foal's play, but her head still whirled from the impact, and when the lead was yanked a second time, she fell out on to the hard, cold stones. "Whoopse."

The fourth guard walked over, his eyes glowing brilliantly as he stared right into the earth pony. "You watch it. Your job doesn't entail hurting her for no reason!"

The earth pony, a sort of sickly green under the black armor, licked his lips as he stared into the eyes of the unicorn guard. "Guess I'll have to find a reason then," he said, his lips curling in a smile.

"If I find out she's been hurt by you, the second you step out of here, I'll pay you back ten fold. You hear me?" he challenged.

The green stallion just smiled, his tongue licking his lips again before he said in his low voice. "Guess you won't find out, then."

The unicorn inhaled deeply when a stallion at the gate barked out, "What's the delay?" Stepping into the harsh glare of the lights was a red pegasus. Like the other guards, he was grounded, but not because of some sorcery. Instead, it was because his left wing ended in a scarred stump. Numerous other scars decorated his scarlet hide.

"Just some concern about this guard doing his job," the unicorn said as the pegasus walked slowly forward. He didn't say a word until he was face to face with the unicorn, and kept walking. Step by step, the unicorn gave ground till he halted, the Pegasus thrusting his face right into the unicorn's.

"That's my concern now. You've transferred the prisoner. Your job is done. Mine begins. Is that understood?" the pegasus said, low and steady. The unicorn glanced at the prisoner and swallowed. The pegasus pulled back, turned, and walked back towards the doors. "Bring her."

"Wait! Wait, I need to speak to the prisoner! Wait!" the unicorn stallion cried out as the lead was pulled taut and she was drug towards those gates. She knew better, but she dug in her heels, fighting that pull as she struggled to turn and face him. To wave. To smile. To give him some indication that she was going to be okay. The lead was yanked hard, and two guards moved in to squeeze her between them while the third pulled. The rest of the black armored earth ponies kept the unicorn at bay. "Twily! Twily!" he called after her.

Then Twilight Sparkle was pulled into the looming building, the doors closing with a resounding boom behind her. Instantly she collapsed, tears rolling down her cheek, mixing with the blood coming out her nostril as she heard a few more yells of her name from her bbbff, and then nothing. "We got a sack here," the guard with her lead called out.

"Drag her. The warden's waiting," the pegasus said as he marched ahead.

"I'll get her," one of the stallions next to her said, picking her up in his hooves as setting her across his back. The third guard snickered, but the guard with her leash scowled at the pair. "Wait. It's faster than just pulling her along."

The hallway was made of gloom and dark basalt stone. Purple magic crystals set in the walls provided the faint illumination as she was pulled along. Huge, grim statues along the walls showed ponies, stallions on the right and mares on the left. Towards the gate behind her, they were calm and reposed. The deeper into the prison she walked, the more twisted and tormented they became, soon wearing chains and shackles. They reached another door, into a foyer with more black armored guards standing silent vigil. Each one stiffened when the crimson pegasus passed near. Tapestries depicting Celestia, Luna and Equestria beyond had been glued to the walls. Some of them appeared ancient.

She was carried up the stairs and into an office space where a trio of ponies not wearing uniforms typed away, keeping their eyes on their hooves. The Pegasus stopped outside a door, glanced back at Twilight at her bloody face, then said in a low voice, "Clean her up." Then disappeared inside.

The third guard turned to one of the typists. "Hey, Twinklehooves! You got a rag and some water?" Without lifting her eyes, the unicorn mare dug around the desk and pulled out a simple cloth handkerchief and a bottle of water. She set it on the table, and the earth pony wetted the cloth and then scrubbed her face hard. "There. Nice and clean." Except the rag did nothing for the throbbing pain from her other contusions nor her anguish. The door to the office beyond opened again.

The second guard set her down and the murmured softly in her ear, "The Warden is not your friend." Then her lead was yanked and she was pulled inside. "Prisoner TS0248," he said as she entered behind him.

Once through the door, Twilight blinked in shock. The office was paneled in warm, light brown wood, with a matching wood floor both polished and with a large throw rug in the middle. One wall had a half dozen bookcases filled with all sorts of books, knick-knacks, and oddities. One shelf seemed to be devoted to shackles throughout the ages. A unicorn skull gleamed in the warm lights of the lamps overhead from atop one bookcase. In the fireplace crackled a warm, toasty glow. Then there was the desk. It appeared as if hewn solid from the trunk of some mighty oak, cut with pure authority, lacquered in righteousness, and fully purged of any sense of comedy or levity. Battering rams were less grim than that desk.

So the young unicorn mare sitting behind it was a bit off putting. Her coat was a pastel blue with darker gray mane, and smiled at Twilight as if meeting a new friend or employee, eyes full of bright merriment. Sitting on a couch before the fire were two earth pony stallions and a pegasus mare. One of the pair, much older than the other, casually sipped some tea while the other watched Twilight as if he were contemplating a painting. Only the pegasus mare, peach with a short orange mane, seemed concerned as her citrine eyes shifted from one to the next. The guard leading her trotted out, leaving the one winged pegasus moving to stand beside that battering ram of a desk. For nearly a minute, no one spoke. The logs just crackled quietly in the fire as the unicorn gazed at her.

"Welcome, Twilight Sparkle, to Blackhorn prison. My name is Warden Primrose, and I'll be your host during your stay here. I'd like to think of myself as your close, personal friend here at Blackhorn," she said brightly, folding her hooves on the desk that seemed to dwarf the diminutive unicorn. "I confess, I had no idea that your brother was the captain of the Royal Guard in Canterlot! I'm a bit jealous!" she gushed like they were mares at market. Again, she trailed off to a long pause and just gazed at Twilight for a minute before going on, "Anyway. I understand you had some difficulties outside the gate. Is that true?" Only after she asked the question did she seem to realize Twilight was still muzzled. "Oh! Let me get that for you!"

Her horn glowed and the bridle twilight wore unlocked and slipped from her muzzle. Twilight's mouth, dry and aching from the bit, blurted in astonishment. "You can do magic?" In the corner of her eye, the pegasus mare covered her eyes with a wing. No one else moved. Warden Primrose, if anything, seemed on the verge of giggling.

The maimed pegasus walked beside her and then, faster than she could pull away, struck her in the belly with his wing. One might suspect a grounded pegasus's wing to atrophy, but the impact was like a rod of iron. Twilight collapsed on her side, coughing and struggling to breathe after it had been knocked from her lungs. "The warden asked you a question!" the pegasus snarled in her ear.

Twilight coughed and blinked at the pegasus besides her and then at the smiling unicorn mare. The delicate blue unicorn just watched her sprawled on the floor of her office. "Ironwing, please. Let her answer. I'm very concerned about the conduct of my guards." For an instant, Twilight thought about telling her what had happened outside her gates and what the guard had done to her. Then she caught the sight of the old stallion with the tea cup. He didn't say a word. Didn't even look at her as he contemplated the cup. His muzzle moved barely an inch back and forth.

Rising to her hooves she said, "No, it was an accident."

A second later she was back on her side as Ironwing's iron wing swept out, knocking her off her hooves. "You get up when we say get up," he growled.

"Well, it seems you're some what accident prone, TS0248," Warden Primrose said calmly as she smiled, her eyes crinkling in mirth. "Hopefully, you'll be able to work on that. Accidents can get a pony hurt, you know." She kept her hooves folded on the desk, that smile not wavering an inch. "Now, I have your paperwork here," she said, tapping the folder next to her, "But I always like to ask prisoners coming in here why they're guests at Blackhorn."

Twilight stared at her, her mouth working as she looked at the three, but on this all three were silent. Ironwing's pinions trembled as he stood over her. Not answering wasn't an option. She swallowed and then murmured, "I was convicted of-"

Not a word. Not a nod. Not the slightest gesture. Ironwing's wing snapped down, striking her across the face. Her nose resumed bleeding at once, spattering the floor with crimson. She gaped at the warden and then at the guard. "What did I-"

A second strike that knocked her up and she landed on her back. She groaned as the pegasus moved over her, waiting for the next blow. It didn't fall. Instead, the Warden leaned forward with that warm smile. "Well, TS0248? Why do you think you're here?" The fact that Ironwing wasn't beating her more implied some answer the warden wanted to hear.

She opened her mouth again, then closed it as she said, "It doesn't matter." Tears ran down her cheeks as she laid there, curled up.

Primrose's smile widened, if such a thing were possible. "My, you are a smart one." She sat back in her high backed wooden chair. "Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way. You might have noticed the hard conditions here at Blackhorn. Do you know why the sun doesn't shine here?" she asked. Twilight could think of a few hypothesis, but doubted any of them would be correct, and not wanting to be struck again, she simply shook her head. Primrose's warm smile turned to a grin. "Because Princess Celestia doesn't like to see this place. To her, and Equestria as a whole, guests at Blackhorn are to be forgotten about. She simply doesn't care." Twilight opened her mouth at once to defend the monarch, but then saw Ironwing's flat red gaze staring down at her, as red as the crimson spattering the wood under her hooves. He would strike her for any reason if she gave him one. Primrose, continued, "I want you to know, TS0248, I care about you. If you feel that you are being treated unfairly or wish to file a report, come tell Guard Captain Ironwing your worries. My office is always open to you. Understood?"

She stared at the beaming mare with that mirthful grin and realized three horrifying possibilities. Primrose was crazy, she was evil, or she sincerely loved her job. "Yes... Warden."

"Now, on your feet," she said, gesturing with a waving hoof. Twilight's legs trembled so she could barely stand, but could see those pinions start to twitch and forced herself up. "Now, as to your question, yes. A hoofful of unicorns here can do magic. Myself. Some of the ponies down in medical. A few guards. The majority of the staff are earth ponies, since they're largely unaffected by the nullification field. I suggest you not try to push past it. Many unicorns hurt themselves when they try and do magic here. Nasty accidents can happen." Another expectant pause.

"Yes, Warden." Twilight repeated.

"Good. You're getting the hang of it." She said happily, clapping her hooves as if she were a foal who had just learned some new trick. "There's quite a few rules to this place, all intended to keep you safe. However, I'm sure you'll pick them up quickly. The most important is to follow directions. If a guard tells you to do something, you do it. You don't argue. You don't protest. If it's something bad, bring it to my or Captain Ironwing's attention. Let us deal with it. Do you understand?"

There was only one answer, "Yes, Warden."

"Good," the Warden said evenly, then gestured to the three others. "This is Professor Ox Wheel. He's the director of our education program. I understand you were quite a student once, and I'm sure he'll find some engaging studies for you." The morose brown earth pony just gave Twilight a weary look as he sipped his tea cup. "This is Paperclip," she said sweeping her hoof to the second earth pony. "He's your legal liaison. Any papers, letter, forms, or appeals go through him. All your correspondences go through him. He also handles your commissary account."

The lanky beige stallion with carefully trimmed mane might as well have been a pony suit full of straw for all the reaction he gave. Finally the Warden gestured to the pegasus mare. "This is Councilor Sunfeather. She sees to the psychological needs of our guests. Her office is always open, isn't it, Sunny?" the Warden asked with a grin.

The mare actually gave Twilight a tiny little smile that didn't go anywhere near her eyes. "Y...y...yes. D...day or n.... night," she stammered horribly. Her mouth worked as if she wanted to say more, but Primrose simply gazed at her with a smile that made her stammer worse, till she fell silent, staring at the floor.

"Do you have any questions, TS0248?" Primrose asked. Twilight glanced at Ironwing and saw the tremble in his pinions.

"No, Warden," she replied at once.

"A very smart pony," Primrose murmured, that smile now slipping a little as she seemed to reassess Twilight. Then she turned to Ironwing. "Process her."

Process.

The process in this case began with paperwork, where she had to sign who she was and that she recognized she was the custody of the prison. Every form received her horrible mouthwritten scrawl, and the final one involved her hoofprints being taken. Photos were taken of her from the front and both profiles holding the ID number in view. Then she was escorted to a room where her mane and tail were shaved within two inches of her coat. Her cutie mark was covered with a strange purple patch that stuck to her hide, and inside minutes, completely hid her cutie mark from view. Then, on top of it, 'TS0248' was stenciled in black ink. She wept as her cutie mark vanished from sight, but that was nothing compared to the next room.

Four mare guards walked her into a strange metal stall. Bars swang close before her, and behind her. Bars in the frame next to her curled in, holding her barrel firmly and immobilizing her. Then a mare unicorn examined her mouth, sweeping back and forth with a long metal probe tipped with a small rounded tip. "Mouth clear," one announced. Then they walked behind her. "Lift your tail," was all they said.

What?

Oh no.

No no no no! She cried. She begged. She pleaded for them not to do this. They repeated with the warning that she not be difficult, and to lift her tail.

She was difficult.

Inside a minute, Twilight's legs had been bolted to the frame surrounding her, what remained of tail set in a sling, and lifted up out of the way. Then, trembling and shaking, she lost her virginity to the metal probe. After feeling it moving around inside her pelvis for several minutes, it was withdrawn and forced into her anus. In spite of every she knew she should do, she begged them to stop as it kept moving around.

"Good?" one mare said behind Twilight.

"She's being a pain. Get the specs." Answered the other. Twilight panted and trembled, trying to turn her head, but was unable to see what they were doing. Then she felt the smooth, cold metal against her nethers, gasping as it was pushed in deeper and deeper. She couldn't clench firmly enough to force it out as she sobbed. Then clicking as the tool started to expand. Her body suddenly froze at the alien and shameful sensation. Her mouth moved silently, the pleas not emerging. "Clear," said one mare. It was over. Please let it be over.

It wasn't.

A second cold metal penetration into her rectum. Her silent pleading turned to strained whimpers as she stopped fighting in hope they'd stop. Instead, she heard a clicking, and felt the pressure grow inside her pelvis as the fiendish device expanded inch by inch. Eyes bulging, she trembled as her insides were put in display for everyone behind her. Then something was rubbing and probing deeper inside her than she could ever have imagined.

"Goddess, she's wet. Is she enjoying this?" some mare behind her observed, and the violation was further poisoned with mortification as she felt it moving around.

"Hard to tell. Unicorns are freaky though," another answered her. "Anyway, no contraband in the colon or vaginal passage. Are we good?"

"Yeah. Give her a flush and a wash and we'll move her into population," the other nurse said. She trotted back into view and floated over a potion bottle of brown, rancid potion. The burning pressure in her nethers abated a little, and she felt the intrusive instruments removed. "Drink this," she said, and when Twilight stared at her with tears streaking her face, she added, "We're almost done. This part's nasty, so get it over with quick."

"You'll make me if I don't, won't you?" Twilight whispered. The nurse said nothing as she gazed coolly into Twilight's eyes. She didn't fight it. She drank it, and five minutes later discovered what a flush was. She soiled herself like an incontinent foal.

"It's clean. Nothing in the stool," someone pronounced behind her. "Remember that one stallion with forty two rolls inside him. I thought he was never going to stop! It was like magic," the pony behind her laughed as the other nurse backed off. Then a hose was turned on her. The water was cool, but not frigid, and it felt good on her aching hind end.

She made eye contact with one of the nurses. "How... how could you?" she asked in horror. The yellow earth pony turned and stared, her eyes widening as her gaze bore into Twilight's.

She spat right in Twilight's eyes. As Twilight cried out, clenching her lids closed, the yellow mare hissed. "Don't you ever, EVER ask me that. I know what you did!" she hissed.

"Lemony," another mare behind Twilght murmured in warning.

"You should be glad I didn't keep twisting those till you ripped in two. That's the least you deserve for what you did," she said as she walked out of sight. Eyes burning with spit and tears, Twilight could only hang her head in shame as she was rinsed and then released.

A guardmare stepped in front of her. Earth pony, white with a pale blue mane tied up in a bun. she wore the same armor as the others. "This way," she said as she lead her towards a door, then made Twilight walk in front of her down the long stone hall. Dripping. Humiliated. Violated. Defeated. Twilight proceeded towards a door at the far side. They were half way down the hall when the armored guard said, "Wait," and they paused in the hallway. "You have three minutes to pull yourself together, TS0248," she said as she stood opposite Twilight.

It was a gift. A precious gift. Twilight spent the first simply breathing, trying to get her heart rate to slow down. The second was to process the cavity search. Of course they'd check her for contraband. That was their job. She just hadn't... she didn't... she gave up trying to process. Her whole body shook as she stared at the frowning guard. "Don't thank me," she said, her voice low. "I know who you are and I know what you did. You stopped that Discord guy. This is all you get for that."

Twilight swallowed and looked down the hall. "What should I know?" she asked as she shook. She'd always prided herself on her knowledge of what to expect. Now she had no idea. It was almost more terrifying than what had happened in the cavity search.

"Your name is TS0248. Period. Use a nick name if you have to, but don't give your real name under any circumstance. It'll get you killed. Keep your head down. Trust your instinct and nobody else in there. Keep quiet. Don't join a gang. No drugs. No gambling. Do what we say. Don't cause problems. Serve your time. Go home. Put some kind of life together and never, ever come back to this place." She nodded her head. "Move."

Twilight nodded, but now that she'd pulled herself together a little, she swallowed and nodded and could proceed forward. She'd faced Nightmare Moon. She'd dealt with Discord. How much worse could prison be? They trotted forward and she knocked on the door. A little hatch opened, an eye peered at both of them, and then the door was pushed open by two earth pony mares. More tunnels. More directions. Left. Left. Right. Wait. Door. Left. Right. Up stairs. Door. Where were they? She tried to backtrack. Down. Left. Door. Left. Left. Right. Or was it... No.

The last door opened and the pink hall met her eyes. Everything was tiled white, with pink accents running along the two story hall with its vaulted, barrel ceiling. Lit bulbs cast wan light all over the dirty white tile and sick pink lines. One row of cells ran along the first floor, while a second row ran one story up. A large window halfway up the wall on either end of the cell block had a bored guard positioned. She counted twenty four on her left and did the math. Ninety six cells. How many were full?

Still, this wasn't that bad. The mares within were all sleeping, ignoring their passage. Tomorrow they'd wake up and-

A green pegasus raised her head from her bunk as they passed and looked right at the pair, blinked her eyes and shouted, "Hey! New mare in the cunt!"

The cell block exploded, and answered Twilight's question: most of them. The tile made the voices distort as they echoed again and again off the surfaces, but she picked up a few as they walked past.

"I didn't hear a chain!" one shouted. "Where are the others?"

"Who is she?" a red unicorn mare with a flaming orange mane snapped, then pointed a hoof right at Twilight. "Who are you! Tell me who you are, bitch! Tell me who you are!"

A half dozen pressed their rumps to the bars and began to rub them lewdly side to side. "Hey! Hey! You gonna be my trick pony? Huh? You gonna be my fuck filly?" they shouted at Twilight. "Awww, she's lookin! Claiming dibs! She's lookin!

Others screamed for sleep, or that they didn't give a fuck, paradoxically decreasing the chance that anyone would get to sleep. What disturbed Twilight more than the mares rubbing their butts on the bars were the ones silently watching her pass without a peep.

Nightmare Moon had those kinds of eyes.

She was marched up to cell #42, the number tiled in above the door, and the white mare waved at the guard in the booth. Something in the wall clanked, and the door slid into the wall. Inside was a bunk-bed. A toilet set in the floor. Two little cubicles set in the wall opposite the bunk beds. The only occupant was a black unicorn curled up on her side on the bottom bunk with wads of cotton stuck in her ears. Like Twilight, she had no cutie mark, just a stencil of 'MS0127'." She opened one dark blue eye to look at the pair, then snorted and closed it. "Inside."

Twilight's legs suddenly refused to move. She couldn't. Once she was through that door- She shook her head. This was a mistake. A bad dream. It couldn't be happening!

"In..." the guard growled, and then kicked Twilight's flank with an applebuck that would do Applejack proud. "Side!" she snapped as Twilight was launched into the cell, smashed against the far wall, and ended up sitting in the toilet. The guard backed away, scowling at Twilight, then gestured. The door slid shut with a clang that seemed to echo forever.

The black mare lifted her head again, regarding her flatly as it all hit her at once. Everything. And just like that, she started bawling. She couldn't help it. She knew it was the wrong thing to do, and yet she couldn't stop. Someone in the hall shouted out, "Awww, she's crying!" Another yelled, "Already? I haven't even gotten to her yet!" And "Don't worry, new girl! I got the shit that will make it all better. You'll see!"

With an expression of profound annoyance, the mare tugged the cotton out of her ears. Now Twilight saw her horn was truncated. A rounded off stub half the length of a normal unicorn horn. "Fifty percent," she said in a soft voice. The hall was quieting down, though quiet was relative to the cacophony that had roared out earlier.

"What?" Twilight croaked.

"Fifty percent of your commissary. That's my fee. Every month, whatever gets put in there, fifty percent is mine. You hear me?" she said as she lay on the bottom bunk. "In exchange, I take care of you. I teach you what to say, where to look, and who to stay away from. I won't punk your tail out, unless you cross me. Otherwise you're on your own. Don't bother me none." She stared in a strangely unfocused way, like Twilight were glass. Not looking at her so much as looking through her. "This is a one time offer, cupcake."

"D...deal," Twilight agreed.

"Good." She muttered, pushing the cotton back in her ears. "I don't know what the Warden was thinking bringing you in here in the middle of the night, all on your own. Might as well paint a bulls eye on your head," she muttered sleepily. Twilight extracted herself from the toilet, then clambered up the ladder to the top bunk. She fell back on the stiff mattress, staring up at the tiled ceiling a foot from her nose.

Notes were scratched into the dirty white tile, and Twilight stared at them. 'I miss my family.' 'Mommy loves you'. 'Apex can suck my dock.' 'Celestia's flaming cunt squirts.' Then, directly above her. 'It'll be okay'. For a moment, Twilight gave a tiny smile. Then she saw the tile next to it, with an arrow pointing at the inspirational little sentence. 'NOT!'