>You come to awareness once again.
>You still have a mild background trip.
>With the amount of LSD you’ve been given, it’ll be there for the rest of your life.
>Given how you’ve pissed off the pönies here, that might not be a very long time.
>You’re chained to the wall.
>Your cell reeks of sex.
>Somebody put your penis back, that was nice of them.
>And your dick is all crusty.
>There is a horse dildo up your ass.
>The words Daddy Fucks Best are painted onto your chest.
>It’s Tijuana all over again.
>Pinkie is curled up asleep next to you.
>You won’t need Scoob and the gang to figure this mystery.
>Also, pönies are way too trusting.
>You get up and remove the fake pöny dong.
>Those years in the navy really come in handy sometimes.
>Your movements cause Pinkie to wake up.
>She lazily stretches as she gets up.
>She turns to you and says “Good morning Daddy”
>She then stands on her hind legs and gives you a kiss.
>Tongue.
>Lots and lots of tongue.
>You are okay with this.
>PP: I have to go now Daddy. I hope we get to play again soon.
>And with that she bounces out the cell door.
>You need a shower.
>Not because you’re ashamed or anything.
>You just smell really bad right now.
 
>A short wait later and a pair of unicorn guards come into your cell.
>It seems as though the time has come.
>They’re here to take you to their leader.
Hey guys? Can I get a shower first?
I’m kinda covered in Pinkie juice right now.
>You can’t tell if they care or not, but they lead you outside.
>You’re told to wait while one of the guards walks away.
>He comes back with a hose in his telekinetic grip.
>You find yourself held fast by magic.
>GD: Here’s your shower.
>The water pressure is intense.
>He’s focusing on your junk.
>Ow.
>When he finishes you’re covered with a fresh coat of paint.
>Green this time.
>They lead you back inside.
>You leave green footprints everywhere you go.
>Take that janitorial staff.
>You’re taken to the throne room and thrown inside.
>Both princesses are there.
>As well as all six elements.
>Hay, the let Applejack out.
>Wow she looks like shit.
>The mare looks as though she hasn’t slept in days.
>She won’t look in your direction.
>Her head is bowed in submission, or is it worship?
>If you get the chance, you may exploit this.
>C: Creature known as Anonymous.
>You stand here accused of the following crimes:
>Sexual assault of a royal pöny
>Sexual assault of two elements
>Sexual assault of a minor
>Public urination
>Public flatulence
>Mind control of evil intent
>Assault
>And crimes against nature.
>Do you have anything to say for yourself?
>You think for a moment.
I never got to prank Blueblood.
I never got to prank Trixie.
I haven’t pranked diamond dogs or dragons yet.
Not to mention griffons or minotaurs.
>Silence.
>The royal sisters look at each other.
>Then to the elements.
>The elements go into a huddle.
>Pinkie looks up at you and licks her lips.
>Applejack looks at you for the first time. You can smell her fear.
>Rarity looks at you disgusted by your existence.
>Twilight just looks sad.
>Twilight looks at Celestia and nods.
>C: Very well.
>Anonymous your punishment is thus;
>you are to serve out the remainder of your life in the service of all the pönies in this chamber.
>Your title is to be the Royal Prankmaster.
>However, if you are ever caught we shall disavow any knowledge of your existence.
>Celestia’s horn glows and light touches everyone in the room.
>You feel it.
>Magic in a bad place.
>Oh god, it’s in your urethra.
>Why would she do that?
>C: You have been marked.
>We now know where you are at all times.
>There is no escape for you.
 
 
>That could have gone worse.