Anon in Pone Prison #50 finally got the number right edition

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Stayin' alive for physicsanon.

Stayin alive for faggotry

>>30172978
Cookies is best pone

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>>30173586
>>30173587
Yes and yessiree

>>30173825
why do suddenly think about Harley Quinn?

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>>30173888
No, it's just pudding

Moar poner eater Anon green when

>>30175239
NEVER

Somebody mentioned Anon in Tartarus prison in the last thread. Is this an actual story? If not, I'd like to give it a shot at writing it.

>>30175724
I want this too, would of said it ages ago but couldn't post

>>30175724
>Be Anon
>You are in Tartarus
>Not a prison you'll like to be
>At least they give free BBQ
>You got an old ass bag of skeletons for a buddy of cell
>His name is Tirek
>He hasnt spoke to you the first hours, but after some time he decides to break the ice
>"So, why are you here? You must done something horrible if you're down here with me. As for me, I tried to take over the world two times with the power of the ponies. What about you?"
>Well yours wasnt that bad
"I spoiled Game of Thrones"
>The centaur seems afraid as he smashes the bars of the cell and yells to the three-headed dog Cerberus
>"GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE! I PREFER SOLITARY THAN STAYING WITH THIS BEAST!"

Also work so-so bump

damn

rip you thread

I want my damn graves, anon.
(The p0ner, not multiple body filled holes)

>/ded/
I blame the Discord

>>30176069
>>30176150
Well then, I'll get to writing. Expect green soon.

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This is my first time writing greentext. Hope you enjoy.

>Be anon, turning 25 this year.
>Step out onto veranda with your fresh cup of coffee.
>You look over the vast expanse of your quiet, isolated home.
>It's a wonderfully temperate morning, time to do the gardening.
>You make your way down the stairs, through your house, and to the back door.
>And you exit into the small, fenced backyard of your countryside home and breathe in the fresh, grassy scent of your colorful garden against the light blue house.
>A sweet little German Shepherd comes to greet you, and you pet the doggie.
>You pick up the metallic watering can near your feet, it's light and empty.
>”Time to fill 'er up.”
>You walk over to the small well, which is sturdy and well-built. You're very proud of it.
>Sadie, the dogger, follows you as you make your way across the dew-damp yard.
>You begin turning the wench to raise the heavy bucket, seems like it's a little stuck this time.
>You walk around it to the opening and tug on the rope, and it breaks off the wench.
>Fug
>Sadie nudges your leg and you lose your balance...
>...Falling forward into the deep well. Oh shit.

>>30178073
>You attempt to stop yourself on the damp mud of the tight, deep, and moist hole.
>It's no use! You're falling in.
>Dirt falls on you as you barely slow your decent.
>These could very well be your last words.
>You take a quick, deep breath...
>“HITLER DID NOTHING WRRRROOOOONNNGG!”
>It's over, you've made your peace as a single bachelor with successful career in boxing.
>You wish you could have posted on /b/ one last time...
>..............

>>30178082
>But you're not stopping. You just keep falling.
>It doesn't make any sense.
>You've been falling in a hole that's 3 and a half feet wide for 2 minutes now.
>Your arms are scraped horrendously from the friction.
>But you hear the air in the tunnel raising pitch.
>You might taste sweet death after all.
>In seconds, you see light from below you and you can't look where you're falling.
>SPLASH!
>You land feet first into cold water, and but when you end up submerged, your sense of gravity is upside down.
>You swim up, but there's hard ice from where you fell!
>You flip around and swim down the other way.
>...Which feels like you're swimming up.
>You see a clear surface!
> “Haaaaaaaaa!”
>You're left panting, but you're alive and breathing air again.
>And it appears you're in a cave.

>>30178093
>Milky stalactites hang above, and there are lanterns dimly lighting the area.
>“Whoa? Where am I?”
>You look around and you're in a small pool, and you climb out onto solid ground.
>You look back where you fell into, the water's surface is reflective like a mirror.
>And finally notice the sign next to it, with dingy white paint. “Mirror Pool”
>How creative.
>Your clothes are soaked in cold water, you have to take them off.
>Thus, you begin peeling off your dirty red t-shirt and brown pants.
>At least the pants won't be discolored.
>But as you remove your soaked boxers, you hear a clacking sounds echo from afar.
>You're frightened for sure, but you're confident you can handle whatever might be coming.
>... Clop. Clop. Clop.
>What the fuck, is that a horse?
>The horse sounds get closer, and you're in your signature boxing stance.
>You're scared, confused, and on the edge of laughing from the thought of a horse possible coming around the corner of the lit path of the cave.

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>>30178101
>The shadow approaches, and you hustle, fists up, toward the strange creature.
>”HAAAAAA!!”
>You nail whatever is coming.
>It hits the wall and looks at you.
>It's... a blue pony?
>The creature cries out and a loud, and human-like voice.
>”OH MY GOD, THAT NAKED GORILLA STRUCK ME!! WAHHH!!”
>He wails like an manchild.
>And continues for 3 minutes as you watch him, wide-eyed and confused.
>You hear 2 other sets of clopping feet coming in your direction.
>”Deep Delver! Are you okay!?” They shout, coming into view.
>You stand there dumbfounded as they are.
>It's like somebody dyed talking ponies in different colors and drew on their butts, then dressed them up.
>Whatthefuck.jpg
>The one on the left is yellow-green with a goldenrod colored mane, you figure it's male by stature.
>Because the one on the right is smaller, cuter, and white with a ice-blue mane. It's got a swirly horn on its head.
>They look at what you're standing next to, and see the crying infan-- pony next to you.
>They begin tearing up, and start cowering backwards.
>”What is that thing? It's naked, bald, and has some kind of wingus!”
> “S-s-stun him, he must be dangerous!”
>Suddenly the horn on the white one glows in a blue hue, and flashes.
>BAM!
>You're on your back like you took a knock-out blow to the head from Keith Thurman.

>>30178073
>>30178082
>>30178093
>>30178101
Quick learner. Even over the span of four posts there is a noticeable improvement in the writing.

And that's all for now. Tell me what you think.

>>30178116
Nice

>>30177104
God, I hope that's not the case.

>>30178116
more?

Fuck, noticed all the errors. I'm going to have to proofread an extra time with each segment.

>>30179931
Working on it.

>>30178116
>But you're used to this.
>You didn't earn bronze in the World Boxing Championship for nothing.
>You stagger and try to lift yourself off the ground.
>The horse-things are clearly horrified that didn't work.
>But the female pony's horn flashes again before you can react.
>”AAAAAAAHHH!”
>She screams and another dart hits me straight in the forehead, putting me out for good.
>............

>>30180104
>You wake up, naked and a sore back laying on a delightfully soft bed.
>It's not the cave, it's a steel interior. You rise to find that you're on a cot in what appears to be a jail cell.
>It's a simple room, but it looks quite comfy.
>Before you ponder why you're here, keys jangle outside and the steel door opens with a click.
>A lavender, bulky pony creature with navy colored hair, a beard, sunglasses, and a police uniform walks in.
>You thought that the cave horses were a dream, and you were drunk off your ass last night.
>Pokerface.jpg
>”Oy, you's the ape that hurt Delver, right? What's your name?”
>He's got a thick accent and a deep voice.
>It sounds Italian, and it's so funny that you're trying hard not to burst into treats.
>”Err... my name is Anonymous. You can call me Anon.”
>The scruffy, purple dude replies casually.
>”Dat's a weird name, what are yous anyway?”
>He pulls out a small notepad from his breast pocket, and deftly writes pen-in-mouth while holding the notepad with a hoof.
>You're impressed, but you try not to seem like it.
>”I'm a human. Never seen one before?”
>He replies rather bluntly. “I'll be askin' da questions. A /hughman/ you say?”
>”Umm...Something like that.”

>>30180113
>”So, what am I in here for exactly?”
>He shudders at your question.
>”You don't rememba? Yous hit a stallion so hard, he's gonna be the hospital fa months!”
>”For months? Oh please, that wasn't even a third of what I could have done. I've broken jaws and ribs with my punches.”
>”W-w-wait right there.”
>He is officially scared now.
>You are officially scared now.
>Obviously, you said too much, and now you hear chatter beyond the door.
>A sliding panel on the door opens and you see Mr. Shades peering in.
>”I'm gonna be a while, just uhh... wait patiently, okay?”
>The open panel slams and you hear him galloping away.
>Shit, this doesn't sound good.

>>30180117
>You are Basil Pasta.
>A beefy guy who loves his Grandmama's lasagna and working at the Ponyville Police Department.
>Today's probably the worst day of your life.
>A strange creature called a hughman has hospitalized one of your friends.
>He's nuts!
>ButwhatamIsupposedtodoabouddit.png
>He's clearly a threat to Equestria, nobody has ever heard a creature that is mean enough to do that kind of damage.
>You're going to write Celestia about this, it's too big for anypony else to handle.
>You gallop through the busy office toward the notary.
>And you run into the notary office, but compose yourself before you yell out orders again.
>It's bad habit of yours, Grandmama says you're just too passionate is all.
>”Runny Ink, I need ya to type up a top-priority doc to Celestia immediately! It's an emergency!”
>The mare in a mellow yellow button-up shirt hops down into the typewriter desk chair. It's the center of the square room lined with filing cabinets.
>”Ready to go, sir!” The young, but experienced employee replies giddily.
>She rarely gets a chance to do real work like this, she must be excited.
>”Princess Celestia, you're urgently requested at the Ponyville PD--”
>The typewriter clacks loudly as you continue to address the mare.
>”--A hughman has been detained for extreme acts of violence against another civilian. He is volatile, aggressive, and intelligent.”
>”Please help as immediately as possible, we are unsure how long he can be contained.”
>You finish, and she formats the rest, removing it from the typewriter, rolling it, and sealing it.
>”What should I do with it sir?”
>”Send it to dat egghead Twilight, she should be at the castle. Inform her of the situation”
>With that, you leave the notary and make your way back to the overnight cell.
>You can't risk that hughman getting on the loose.

Stay tuned, I'll post more tomorrow.

>>30180405
noice

Reminder to link previous thread in OP and link next thread before current one dies

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>>30172794

Last prison break
>>30078584

http://mulpwiki.org/index.php/Prison

Sorry for the lack of green from my part, I have work in the morning till tuesday, but this wednesday is my break so I'll probably sit straight and finish chapter 10 and move onwards 11
Wonder what it feels to sleep 5 hours

>>30181496
That's a week in the slammer, you vile reprobate!

Also, writing is going steadily. Expect more green within the next week. Expect it. I don't go back on my announcements. Anymore.

Live, dammit!

Page 8 I think not

>>30180405
It's a really nice start, I like it. Keep up the good work.

>>30181496
Hot damm
>>30180405
Glory

>>30172794
>50
where is Previous thread

>>30180405
I shall eagerly await

>>30183842
see >>30181033

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>>30180332
>You're Naked and Afraid, so you're Anon.
>The steel room is making you rather cold, and you just wish you had some pants at least.
>You'll ask Pizza Italiano when we walks back in, you suppose.
>Not a second later, he bursts in panting and in a sweat.
>”I-is everythin' okay, Anon?”
>He's asking you that?
>”I could use some clothes, it's rather cold in here.”
>He eases up slightly. “Oh, I can get you dat, sure.”
>The Purple Italian leaves the room in an orderly fashion for the first time.
>Your anxiety wears off for the most part.
>About five minutes later, he walks in with a black and white striped top and bottom in mouth.
>What is this, 1890?
>He places it on the table and pauses before exiting again.
>”Is that all ya needed?”
>”I'm rather hungry, would you happen to have something to eat too?” you politely ask.
>You hope that magical ponies eat food too, or you're going to wish you died falling in that well.
>”Sure! B-be right back.”

>>30185742
>You grab the top and bottom from the small table in the corner of the room.
>You unfold the duds to find that they're awkwardly pony-shaped and you couldn't even try them on if you wanted to.
>”Am I doomed to nudity for as long as I remain here?”
>You put them back onto the table and wait on your bed for the stallion to return.
>Waiting.
>It's been half an hour, and you're worried again.
>You get up to knock on the door from the inside.
>No answer.
>You raise your hand to do it again, but before you do, the door opens.
>It's pushed so suddenly that you're pushed back,
>And you fall on your tailbone on the steel floor.
>”FUCK, I BROKE MY TAILBONE!” you shout in agony.
>You see a huge white pony walk in, as you're writhing on the ground.
>”Heavens, what foul language! I've never heard such vulgarity in my presence before.”
>You shoot her a morbid look.
>”I need a doctor, stop screwing around!” You cannot contain your pain and rage.
>You hear a familiar, bad Italian voice outside the door.
>”Heavens to Celestia, did he just insult da princess?!”
>Princess? Did I insult a princess of whatever fucking kingdom this is?
>You pray that the gods have mercy on your soul.
>They're not merciful today it seems, as Pastel Pony Princess readies a magic beam at you before you can say “Allahu Akbar”.

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>>30185749
>You wake up for the 3rd time now.
>These ponies have knocked you out for the last time, and you're pissed off.
>...But for some reason, your tailbone is healed and you aren't the same prison cell.
>You get up and look around, and see you're in some kind of cave, it's full of pink, glowing crystals the size of Sadie.
>You miss Sadie now, that sweet little dogger.
>And then you remember what happened in the steel room.
>”Oh. Shit.”
>They might have sent down here to die, where nobody else can find you.
>”Hey, watch your mouth, newbie!”
>To your surprise, you're not really alone, there is a bubble-gum pink pony with bat wings and a white mane in the far corner, sipping tea at a round table.
>She looks adorable, and her small, thin, and black tail flicks about on her ass.
>She's looking at you with a cute, but angry face.
>You shake the thought of how cute she is, you don't want to get a fetish for bestiality.
>”What? Is it that bad of a word?”
>She responds flippantly. “Hah? Of course it's bad! Bad enough you got thrown in here.”
>“And where exactly is /here/?”
>”Boy, you sure are clueless.” She giggles with a smirk. “This is Tartarus, home to the worst criminals in Equestria.”

>>30177104
It's dead too. The writers are just busy.

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>>30185758
COMMENCE THE PRISON BREAK

THE DENIZENS OF TARTARUS SHALL ESCAPE TO THE ABOVE WORLD AND WREAK HAVOC ON ALL THOSE PURE, NAIVE FOOLS

>>30185758
>”Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ebola! Ebola Lovestruck.”
>You begin laughing hysterically at her name. “Who names their kid Ebola?”
>You're in tears, it's too funny.
>She is really upset at you now.
>”Oh yeah?! What your name then? I bet it's stupid too!”
>”My name's Anonymous, just call me Anon.”
>”What kinda name is Anonymous? Stupid hypocrite.”
>She's tear-eyed, and it makes you feel really bad for her.
>”I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. I've been a little stressed lately.” You say as you walk to her little table.
>You're a tad worried why a cute girl like this is in prison, and feel compelled to ask.
>”So, why are you here?”
>”Hehe... you really want to know?” She gives a devious expression. “I fuck stallions to death.”

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>>30186084
>”You fuck them to death?”
>”Yeah, I'm a succubus. I have a bad habit of fucking stallions to the point that I drain them of all their energy.”
>You instantly get an erection, and you instantly feel a horrible mix of lust and guilt at the passing thought this hussy raping you to death.
>I'm going to need a therapist when I get back from this godforsaken hellhole.
>”Hahaha! What is that? Is that a penis? It's so weird!”
>You almost forget you're naked, and your full-mast cock is staring her right in the face.
>”Yeah, well, human penises can outlast stallions.” You're trying to brush off your shyness.
>”Nuh-uh! I bet you wouldn't last ten seconds!”
>Before you could continue this banter, a door opens on the opposite side of the room.
>An ivory pony stands at the door, donning a gold helmet and armour.
>”What exactly are you doing?”
>He sees you with your erect penis about a foot away from her mouth.
>”Officer, I swear to god this isn't what it looks like.”
>He gives a smug, dastardly look. “Sure it isn't. Have fun, baldy! Hahahaha!” And he shuts the door, laughing as he walks away.
>You don't know how to feel about what just happened.

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>>30186106
everything is happening stupidly fast and rapidly taking a weird direction

That's it for today. Should I continue with sex scene or no? I've got it planned out for either scenario.

>>30186146
i would say no

>>30186146
why not

Page 9 bump. Oh man, where are the writers today?

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It's the 50th Anniversary thread but it's so slow.

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>>30187764
Fun fact, prison thread is over 2 years old.
It was born in April 20~ of 2015

Page 9 is not fine

>>30189496
This

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>>30189496
He clearly has seen better days

Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just to tell you the tale
Of how I became the Fresh Prince of Poner Jail

>>30186146
Do it

I am hoping I continue my story this evening. I've got to fix my computer before story proceeds.

>10

DEAD GATE OH MU GUD! PLEASE DON'T ARCHIVE!

Bampu bamp.

Bumparoni.