"Hey, you listening, dude?" Indigo Zap punched you on the shoulder, quickly placing her hand back on the wheel of the mini bus. "If you don't at least look like you're paying attention to Nightstick when you start training, you won't last long."

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind as you were driven through the large, imposing compound. Your new uniform—black and blue and reasonably smart—clung to your body as you attempted to get used to it. Indigo looked better in hers. She'd worn it in, and she left three shirt buttons undone at all times. Maybe it was the hot weather, or maybe she loved being a tease, showing just enough cleavage to titillate, but not so much as to appear slutty.

Maybe you shouldn't have been assuming, or thinking about Indigo's tits. Maybe you should be paying attention like she said: you don't want to fuck this opportunity up, after all. You stole one final glance at the soft, rounded pair before forcing your eyes back up to her face. She was grinning as if she knew what you'd been so distracted by all along.

Definitely a tease, then.

"So anyways, you're going to want to listen to absolutely everything Nightstick says, as much as you can cram in. She's a hardass, and she knows the rulebook inside and out, but she'll make you into a good officer." A smirk, and her eyes fell off the road just long enough to wink at you. "In your case, she might have her work cut out, but I've got faith in her."

"Gee, thanks, Indigo." You'd met the girl once or twice before when you were studying at CHS, joint activities between your school and Crystal Prep, but that was years ago, and you'd both graduated since. She didn't seem to have changed much, still bitchy, teasing, and unreasonably good looking. "So, what does the training program entail? Does it take weeks, months? Celestia wasn't very specific."

"Ehh, couple of days. You'll be shadowing me and Thunderlane for a few weeks after that. Whoever's got the time to baby you." You turned to look at her, and her expression was severe. "Word of warning, Thunder's a total prick. I'll try not to leave you with him often, if at all, but no promises."

You raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"

Indigo seemed to shudder beside you, but you could tell she was putting on. "Ugh, he makes me sick. Treats the inmates like absolute shit, walks around as if he's God, or something. He's a real pervert, too, but I can't really blame him for that one."

You'd heard stories of corruption and prison guards exploiting inmates before, and part of you began to wonder whether that was what Indigo meant about Thunderlane. You figured it was best to withhold the question, if you didn't want to get fired on the first day. Instead, you went for the query that you imagined couldn't get you into any trouble. "Why couldn't you blame him for being a perv?"

When Indigo turned to face you, you swear you saw electricity dance in her eyes, ever so briefly. "Alright, let me tell you this right now, newbie, because Nightstick sure won't say it and Thunderlane will say it in the most pigheaded way possible... nah, best you hear it from me."

You leaned in, your interest piqued. Something about this topic had definitely got Indigo animated, and she was almost late turning a corner. "Go on?"

"The girls in here? They're fucking hot. There's no doubt about it."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"What, you expected a bunch of psychopaths and methheads?" Indigo giggled, tussling her hair and allowing it to fall in blue ribbons all about her face. God, she looked cute like that. "This is minimum security, dude. Sure, you get a few headcases and ugly fucks, but a vast majority of the girls in here are like straight up model material. No joke, dude."

You could feel a smile growing on your face at the words, one you were very self-conscious about. Indigo didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, it only seemed to make her smile wider. "I can't tell you how many times I've pictured myself getting down and dirty with a couple of those inmates... but I'm a professional, capiche? I may love cock and pussy more than a nympho on ecstasy, but I don't fuck my prisoners—" her eyes narrowed, and you felt you had been caught in a trap as her smile turned sinister, "—and neither do you."

You let out a shallow breath, your thoughts conflicted. One minute, you're preparing to be a prison guard, you've got no clue what to expect, and you've yet to even set foot in the facility. Next, you're being told not to fuck the inmates? Jesus. "I... appreciate the advice? But seriously, I don't think you're going to have to worry about that. I can keep myself under control."

"You say that now, but the highest cause of employee dismissal at this institution is fraternising with the girls. It happens a lot because the girls know how to make it happen, you understand? They're good at getting what they want, and they want cock." Indigo paused as she sped up, approaching the main building as she scratched her head.

"I mean, sometimes they want you to smuggle in contraband for them too, or give them some kind of special privilege, but I think it's mainly about the cock. The girls we have in here have been separated from dudes for way too long. Eventually, your primal instinct takes over, right?" A smirk as she slowed the bus, and your eyes were trained to her, unmoving. "Hell, mine takes over after a two day dry spell and a couple of sips of Bacardi, watch yourself around me."

You nodded, smirking besides the barrage of information. At least Indigo had a sense of humour, it was refreshing when dealing with something so new and scary.

Indigo furrowed her brow. "What are you laughing about?" She parked without bothering to pay attention, eyes firmly on you. "I'm serious, newbie. I'm basically a sex addict. Hell, if you ever feel like our girls are driving you too crazy and need some kind of relief, just come to me, I'll keep you in check." She punctuated her offer with a flutter of her eyelids, and you tried to ignore the stir in your trousers.

"Uhh, I'm flattered, but—"

"What?" Indigo killed the engine, hopping outside and placing her hands on her hips. "Yes, I'm clean, so don't bother asking. Sex addict doesn't mean unsafe."

"I'm just not used to people I barely know propositioning me, is all."

"What's the matter?" Indigo teased, walking up to you and poking your chest. "Worried you can't get it up?"

You only had to feel the pulse of your cock from her touch to tell yourself that that definitely wasn't the case, but it didn't stop you from blushing, nor stuttering. "L-look, it's just new to me, alright? All of this is new to me."

"Well, what can I say?" she smirked, looking you up and down. "You're pretty cute, and the girls are going to have a very similar opinion. Hell, a lot of them are happy to settle for a cucumber or aubergine, so they'll see you as a God either way just by virtue of having a real dick." A couple of seconds of staring into the distance, and Indigo snapped back to the moment. "Is it big, by the way? I can see a bit of a bulge right now, but I can't tell so well through all this fabric..."

Your cheeks were beginning to feel incredibly hot, and by reflex, you felt yourself stumbling back. "C-can we just get inside now, please?"

"That eager to get me behind closed doors?" she grinned, biting her lip and swaying her hips from side to side.

Oh God... You haven't even managed to start work yet and you're already in a bad situation! She's really hot, sure, but you can't just sneak off with her right now, can you? You'd miss your training, and get fired on the first day! You attempted to search for words, fumbling over your tongue as you felt Indigo advancing on you, and eventually, you managed to speak. "L-look, Indigo, I think you're great and stuff, but I just got here, and I don't even know if I'm allowed to do something like that, and—"

"Pfft."

"—I'd really prefer it if... Wait, are you laughing at me?" You stopped your rambling to look down at the shorter girl, and she was covering her lips with a hand, eyes scrunched shut.

"Hah! I was totally fucking with you, newbie! Oh, you're going to do just fine here..." a couple of seconds for the laughter to die off as your tried to work the blush off your face, going through anger, worry, and relief all at once, and her pitch dropped, her eyes travelling over your body once more. "But still, the offer stands. Let me know if you feel like fucking at some point, 'kay?"

You really weren't sure what to say at this point or even to protest, so you settled for a weak nod. Luckily, it seemed to do the trick, as Indigo beamed and began to lead the way again, speaking as she went. "Crystal correctional serves as home to over eight hundred female offenders, nearly all of which are non-violent. We've got about thirty staff members on the payroll, barely enough to deal with all these girls and keep the place running smoothly, but that's Nightstick's problem. I'm just here to get paid."

You nodded, unsure what else to say. It was a lot of information to take in, but you knew you had to focus and listen if you wanted to understand the place and do your job right. Indigo pointed ahead. "This is the main building, complete with dorms, cafeteria, a yard out back, a chapel, running tracks, workshops, classrooms, and a music room. Minimum security affords a few creature comforts, such as no barred cells. That is, unless..."

She pointed left now, to a smaller building separated from the main one. It looked somehow even less friendly than the rest of the place, and this was a damn prison. "That's D block, inmates end up in there if they do something really fuckin' stupid. They earn their way out with good behaviour, but it's like a real prison in there: no TV, no cigarettes, no lesbian sex—did I mention a lot of that happens in here?—no free roaming. There's usually only ten to twenty girls in D block at a time, and they never end up staying in there long, which I really can't blame 'em for."

"So, nobody likes D block, got it."

"See, you catch on fast! Even if you are just saying back to me exactly what I told you in a different way." Indigo stopped walking for a second, narrowing her eyes. "Though, thinking about it, I suppose that's all forms of modern education... whatever, I like cock." And again, she was leading the way.

Did she... have an off-switch for that, or something? Maybe this is what being in a prison nearly every day did to you. You couldn't lie, that didn't sound like such a bad fate. Seriously, being stuck with a bunch of beautiful criminals every day? Oh, woe is you.

You looked back at Indigo, who was already walking to the doors, scrambling to catch up with her. When you got there, you noticed she'd undone a fourth shirt button. "The building behind us is processing and administration, we passed it on the way in. You'll spend less time there, but you'll probably have to head up tomorrow, as we've got a new cartload of inmates heading in."

Glancing around conspiratorially, she leaned in to you, to the point that her breasts were almost against your chest, and you could smell her sweet berry perfume. "Also, inside scoop here, I've heard that there's a particular person of interest on that bus, a celebrity that managed to get herself thirty days for a certain dirty deed..."

"Seriously? Who?" Your eyes were bugged, you hadn't imagined that you'd be bumping into anyone famous here, of all places, especially in a circumstance like that.

"I'm not telling," Indigo grinned, lightly slapping your face with two fingers. "Guess you'll just have to make sure you come back tomorrow if you wanna find out, huh?"

"Heh... with the way you're selling this place, I'm pretty sure I'll be back tomorrow."

"Don't be so sure yet, see how you handle Crystal City's finest before you make any bold claims. A lot of newbies don't last the first day, can't keep their dicks in their pants long enough."

You shrugged, allowing a little cockiness to find itself in your strut as you moved to the doors. "God, you make it sound so terrible. I'll bet you're exaggerating."

"Oh, really?" The doors slid open, and Indigo made a sweeping gesture with her hand, ushering you forwards. "Go see for yourself, stud."

You looked back at her, suddenly unsure, but she insisted you take point. She told you to keep walking forwards, that it would lead into the common area, and you followed her directions with ease.

This wasn't so bad, not really. You could do this, you were sure, you just had to keep some common sense about you and you'd be totally fine. As you came up on the common area, you began to get a glimpse of a few inmates, but you could scarcely make them out from a distance. You stepped closer, trying to eye them without being spotted, but Indigo insisted you walk right in.

Having already came this far, knowing you'd have to do so eventually either way, you took the plunge.

Fifty pairs of eyes fell directly on you. What made it worse? You actually recognised a couple of the girls from your school. What made it even worse/better than that? They were nearly all eyeing you like a piece of prime meat, some wolf whistling and others licking their lips, a few girls seductively moving their bodies and pulling at their uniforms.

Fifty beauties, all dressed up in tight white and blue, and this was just a sixteenth of the population the prison boasted. Eight hundred gorgeous girls to not fuck, and they were all looking at you as if they were about to take bets on who would manage to bed you first.

You felt that same stirring downstairs as before, only amplified. They seemed to draw closer as one, all of them looking for the weakness on your face, the anticipation and temptation you were so desperately attempting to hide. Why did Indigo work you up like that?! You looked back to her, desperate, but only found a shit-eating grin on her face. You looked back to the inmates, and somehow, they'd managed to adopt even more provocative poses, one of them actually sucking on an ice lolly as she looked at you, another finding every possible excuse to press her busty breasts together.

Oh, and there were at least two pairs of girls making out, occasionally stealing glances at you.

And you weren't allowed to touch any of them. Or at least, get caught doing so. You were starting to wonder who the prisoner was here, them or you.

"Nice threads, screw. You look better out of 'em?"

Eyelids batted. Heartbeat raising. "How about you give me a quick strip search? I might have something under here that you need to see..."

You'd never been a particularly claustrophobic person. You'd also never been surrounded on all sides by female prisoners. You could feel the sweat forming on your body as your cock stiffened, and you desperately attempted to ignore the sensation as you stammered for an answer. Nothing came, there were too many of them for you to exercise any authority. What the fuck did you do next?

Your snowballing thoughts were halted by the rap of a baton against the wall. You looked back to see Indigo, your all too late but nonetheless appreciated knight in shining armour. "Alright, girls, enough. The officer might be nice enough to let it slide this once, but I'm not, so pack it in before I start taking away privileges."

The girl that had been sucking on the ice lolly pulled it out of her mouth with a light pop, allowing it to hover just over her neck. "Oh, come on, Indigo, let us have a little fun with him..." she batted her eyelids, and Indigo bit her lip out of reflex. "Would it really hurt, just this once?"

Indigo nodded her head rather enthusiastically. "You know what, you're right! Keep teasing the newbie, that's fine." She stalked up to the inmate, walking until there was barely a foot between them and dropping her voice to a husky whisper. "And while you're at it, I'm sure you won't mind if I take the TV remote away for a week? I'll leave it on the infomercials so you're not bored, of course." She flashed an innocent grin, looking up at the taller inmate like a schoolgirl. "Just a bit of fun, of course. Wouldn't really hurt, I'm sure."

The inmate quickly shut up, backing up a few steps.

And like that, the power dynamic was shifted. You watched it with a degree of awe. It was almost like herding sheep, in a sense. Indigo had threatened the stick, and at once, the entire room had backed up a few paces as if threatened. You supposed she did hold all the power here, after all.

Just like you did. You couldn't let these girls walk all over you, you could be a strong, respected guard too. "Next one of you to try and hit on me gets sent to your dorm for an hour, got it?"

A girl with silvery hair and blue skin looked up at him, her grin bright and by all means sultry. "Oh, no, not an excuse to sleep away the day! I couldn't stand it..." A beat, and she pushed her hair back, flashing a wink. "Will you come with me, officer?"

You could feel the blush tinging your cheeks, but there was something else. You recognised this girl, she'd been at your school, performed in the Battle of the Bands. "...Trixie? You're Trixie, right?"

And all of a sudden, she lost her bravado as her eyes widened, her posture frozen as multiple pairs of eyes fell on her. "H-how do you know of..."

"I went to—oww!" You were cut off by Indigo jabbing her baton into your side, and as you rubbed at the sore spot you figured out why. You hadn't been very well known in school, best not to expose a connection to any of the inmates if it wasn't necessary.

Meanwhile, Trixie looked on expectantly. "I went to... one of your shows!" There, the lie was established. Breathe. Sound less excited. "Anyways, yeah, what got you in here?"

"I-I got booked doing something utterly magnificent, of course!" Trixie looked around for support, and a couple of other girls rallied by her, nodding, but she clearly hadn't practiced her routine. "It was so progressive, so awe inspiring, that I'm not sure I should share with you the, uhh, details of my crime!" Trixie nodded to herself a couple of times, apparently satisfied with her own answer. "Y-yes, I'll save it for my autobiography."

A new voice cut through the room like thunder, and the place instantly fell silent. "Trixie, you were nabbed for a DUI. Stop bullshitting." The room parted on either side as the new figure stepped through, and each girl around her seemingly wilted and backed up as soon as they were anywhere near close proximity.

Looks like you found one of the leaders, and if her voluminous blonde hair and soft yellow skin were any indication, this girl was also quite familiar. What, were the entirety of the Battle of the Bands participants conveniently arrested just before you got here?

Come to think of it, this was Adagio Dazzle. There really was no shock she was here. "Hey there, Indigo, how's the ex treating you?"

You turned around just in time to see Indigo blink away a pair of evil eyes. "Gee, I don't know, Dazzle, why don't you ask him when he comes to visit you?"

"Ooh, someone's touchy today." A lick of her lips, and she turned to you, playing with a strand of her long hair. "So, who's this? Another prize for me? You're so considerate, Indigo, you always bring me the cute ones. You know, like your ex, whatever his name was."

Indigo was gritting her teeth, and you didn't have the heart right now to tell her that she looked hot when she was angry, even though you were sure she'd take it as a huge compliment. So instead, you turned your attention to Adagio. She was a tall girl, around your height, and there was something about her stance that was reasonably imposing, enough to put you on the back foot. Before you had a chance to jump to Indigo's aid, she was firing back.

"You know, you can make all the jokes you want, Dazzle, but you know the difference between you and me?" Indigo sauntered on closer, swaying from side to side as a smirk began to take over her face. "Difference is that when I finish my shift here, I get to go to a bar, pick up a guy, and do sexy, nasty things with him all night long, then I get to walk in here smelling of sex if I want, just to remind you what you can't have."

Adagio responded by drawing closer, her smile even bigger if such a thing was possible, and there was barely an inch between them as she responded with cool, calm, and collected utterances. "You wanna know the really sad part, Indigo?" Her tone was so falsely sweet, but it quickly turned to venom. "You could have your ex every single night, yet he'd still rather wait for me to get out. Hell, he'd rather visit me, knowing you'll see him doing it. How does that make you feel?"

"Like I'm free to fuck who I want, when I want. Shame I can't say the same for you."

They stared each other down with power and passion, and to you. it was almost as if there was a silent battle of wills occurring before your eyes. It persisted for a few moments, until suddenly Adagio's look became a more mischievous one, her teeth glinting. "So, what'd happen if I kissed you right now?"

Suddenly, the entire room, you included, had their eyes fixed on Indigo and Adagio, who were currently so close together that they were already almost touching. You couldn't tell what would make contact first if they scooted any closer, their lips or their breasts.

"I'd throw you in the hole, of course."

"Well, maybe that's worth it."

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?"

"Maybe I will." All around you, a soft chorus of 'kiss, kiss, kiss' was building, the girls clapping and stamping their feet as they egged on Adagio to make a move on her already. She shifted forwards as the mob increased in volume, Indigo staying stock still. Adagio pursed her lips, and only a fraction of space separated Indigo from a release that the tapping of her foot and shift of her body made clear she was craving. They stayed like that for a moment, daring each other to make the first move.

And then Indigo turned away with a wink and a flick of her hair. "Not this time, Dazzle. Maybe in your wildest, wettest dreams. But not here, not now, not ever."

"Fine, be like that." She turned to face you next, and you felt your joints freezing up. Her steps against the tiled floor were the only warning you got as your heard your blood pumping in your ears, and before you could say a word, she was upon you, her lips meeting yours.

Adagio Dazzle, an inmate, was kissing you, her arms on your shoulders and slowly moving down to your waist as she deepened the kiss. You had no clue how Indigo had reacted, you were finding it difficult to care. You knew you should, but you were pretty distracted by the cherry taste of Adagio's balm as she skillfully pulled back your lower lip, parting them and introducing her tongue to yours.

Your thoughts were floating away, your knees were weak. When you thought you couldn't tumble any further down the rabbit hole, your body's senses awakening one by one to the ministrations of Adagio's tongue, she pulled away with a satisfied grin, lightly slapping your behind. She turned back to Indigo as the room erupted in laughter and cheers. "Some of us don't need to go to a bar to pick up a guy, honey."

Indigo burst out laughing, wagging a finger at her, though her eyes showed anything but amusement. "Oh, you're definitely spending a night in the hole now."

Adagio's eyes were square on you as she whispered her response. "Worth it."

"Newbie, move it. Right now."

"Going so soon, lover?"

Indigo turned around with an icy glare, all semblance of fake smile completely gone. "Two days. Keep pushing it! I enjoy this more than I should."

Adagio didn't give her anything else to go on, shutting right up, but there was nothing Indigo could do to stop the snickers and chatter permeating the room.

Next moment, you were being dragged out of the room and into an adjacent hallway, your thoughts cascading as you attempted to make head or tail of what had just occurred. "You... you know I didn't want that, right?"

"Oh, you definitely kissed back, but I'll drop that this once because it's your first day and I like you, but don't get any ideas." For a moment, there was silence, and then you caught sight of Indigo's dreamy stare into the distance. "You're lucky, looked like a good kiss. Ahem, non-professionally speaking."

Oh yeah, sex addict. You'd almost forgotten.

"Anyways, we're about to go meet Nightstick, so you'd best do something about that tent you're pitching real quick. Personally, I think it's endearing, but I doubt she's gonna share that opinion, and she's the one you've gotta worry about here."

Oh, shit, did you really have a hard on? Well, it was understandable considering what had just occurred, but even still, you had to keep better control of that shit! You wanted to last here, right? Hell, if what you'd just experienced was a taste, you certainly wanted to last here, but it didn't look like it was going to be too easy all the same. More like impossibly difficult, to put a few words to it.

"Anyways, Nightstick's office is here. Remember, she's a hardass, but she'll make you a good CO, so listen to her and do what she says. Try not to get on her bad side, if you can help it."

Fuck, already? You looked at the door, then to Indigo, then down at your crotch to make sure your bulge wasn't in any way noticeable. You had no clue what to expect on the other side, but anything would surely serve as a decent distraction to what had just occurred. Just had to keep your head straight. "You not coming in with me?"

"Nah, I need to go write up Dazzle, I'll be back in a bit. Get acquainted with Nightstick while I'm gone, try not to stress too much either. Don't need you cracking up on the first day."

A barely work-appropriate kiss on the cheek, and she was gone.

Well, no use in sitting there wondering all day. You knocked on Nightstick's door to the tune of 'come in' soon after, twisted the knob and stepped in, only to reveal...

..."Sunset?"

"Wait, you know me?"

There was no doubt about it, that was Sunset Shimmer in a CO's uniform. This day was getting crazier by the minute, and you hadn't even begun your on the job training yet.

"So... you're Nightstick?" You'd managed to deduce that much, your face screwed up as your attempted to keep up to date with all you'd learned in such a small time frame.

Sunset nodded, gesturing for you to shut the door behind you. Her office was fairly spacious, though spartan in decoration. Filing cabinets, a locker, a desk, a window, a few framed certificates...

And, of course, a nightstick on her person, just like every other CO. "Why do they call you—"

She cut you off with a raised hand, eyebrows narrowed. "Ask one of the sergeants later, we've got ground to cover right now and I haven't got much time." She took a seat behind her desk, nodding at the seat on the other side. You pulled back the seat, sitting and instantly feeling a fidget beginning to take over. Her gaze was intense, and it was inescapable to you just how beautiful she was, even without trying.

She'd been attractive back in CHS, sure, but the uniform definitely did her assets good. Speaking of which, they'd filled out, her chest easily supporting a pair D-cups, the buttons of her shirt straining to the point that they looked ready to pop. She sat with a gentle poise, looking ready to jump into action at any moment like a tightly wound spring. Hell, she was sexier than the inmates, if such a thing was possible.

"I assume you've already had the pleasure of meeting our regulars?" She played with her hair when she spoke, her fingers twirling around fiery tufts. Her smile was warm, but there was no hint of mirth there. "Yup, you've met them. Your face says it all. You behaved, I hope?"

Shit, already trapped. Did you say what happened, or did you brush it off? Sunset sensed your hesitation, leaning forwards, and you quickly began to feel as if you were prey. She was waiting for you to mess up, you were sure of it.

No, surely it was best to just be honest. It couldn't hurt, could it? "Well, it was a bit of a surreal experience, if I'm being truthful. I've never interacted with that many convicts at once." You could feel your throat closing up a little, you were stalling, trying to find the best way to say precisely what happened. Sunset's stare didn't let up. "One of them kissed me." You announced it a little louder and faster than you thought was proper, but nerves had always been a bad influence on you, especially when faced with a woman like Sunset.

Sunset barely seemed to react to this. In fact, she acted as if it was no news at all, picking up a pencil from her desk and brushing it over her lips, occasionally twirling it. "And is there a reason you're saying that so guiltily?"

"W-well, I don't want you to misconstrue what happened, that's all. It was her that kissed me, not the other way around. Her name was Dazzle, Adagio Dazzle."

Sunset's pencil caught in place. After a thoughtful moment, her lips closed around it, she lowered the thing and looked straight to you. Almost pierced you with her gaze. "Rule number one around here, be wary around Adagio. Do I even need to tell you what rule number two is?"

You gave it roughly half a second's thought. "Don't fuck her?"

Sunset grinned. "You're a fast learner!" Instantly, her smile vanished, eyes turning icy. "Some of these girls are a fucking pain. Some of them aren't very nice, some of them have little to no hope of being redeemed. But let's get one thing clear: they're my girls. So long as they're staying here, they're under my protection. Warden may not give a shit, but I do."

You shifted in your seat, feeling the air of the room change. "You know that I wouldn't hurt any of the inmates under any circumstance, right?"

"All I know is that the girls are gonna try it on with you, what with you being a new, hunky guard, but you need to remember how difficult it can be to tell the horny from the damaged. I won't tolerate abuse here, and that's why we strictly enforce the rule against prisoner and officer relations. Understood?"

Is it bad that the main thing you took from that was her calling you hunky? ...it probably was, but goddamn. If a woman like that could find you attractive, you were really doing well. It made sense that she wouldn't have noticed you in school, you hit puberty pretty late, but when you did, you developed well. Not as well as Sunset and her two friends did, but still.

You were snapped from your daydreams by a rapping against the desk, and you snapped your head up to find Sunset ruffling through papers, quickly handing one to you. "Sign this."

You eyed the document with scrutiny, but didn't want to flick through it too openly and give Sunset the impression that you didn't trust her. "What is it?"

"Your legal agreement to uphold the rules and boundaries of this institution for as long as you work here, all details I'm sure Celestia went over with you before now."

As a matter of fact, she didn't, she only got you the gig, but would admitting that you didn't know everything make you look stupid? Nodding, you signed the paper, making a mental note to read through it later and make sure you were versed in absolutely everything you needed to know for the job.

"Alright, great. That's the bureaucratic element taken care of." She reached out a hand, and as you looked at her slender fingers and manicured nails, you had a sudden urge to kiss the back of it. You weathered it before it could get you into trouble, reaching out to shake instead.

Nevertheless, Sunset looked at you as if you were an alien. "Uhh, newbie? What are you doing?"

You were... shaking her hand?

A few more seconds of awkward silence. "I need the papers back for the archives."

Oh. Ohhh. Shit, you must have looked like a total idiot, and there went your hopes of perusing them. Shit! Playing it off as if it was nothing, you passed them back, and the iota of unease vanished from Sunset's face. Looks like you were going to have to innovate, try and pick everything up on the job. You were sure Indigo would help you with that.

"This meeting is basically a formality, so you know. I'm not going to have time to give you any substantial assistance today, instead you'll be following Thunderlane for the next few hours. He's..." Sunset trailed off, seemingly searching for the words, "he's a fairly experienced sergeant, and should be able to advise you reasonably well. Just don't become a copy of him, if you can."

She was silent after that, eyes drifting to the wall as if she was heavily ruminating on something, and you got the distinct impression that there was more there than Sunset was letting on. You remembered Indigo's words about Thunderlane previously, how she'd talked him down, and started to wonder once again just how bad he actually was.

A heavy blink, and Sunset turned back to you. "But while you're still here, let me say something else." When she smiled this time, her eyes matched it, and it warmed your heart in the cold, plain room, giving it vibrancy where it had had none. "We're all a family here, even if we don't get along all the time. We look out for each other, us officers, and we look out for the inmates too, even if they hate our guts sometimes. Truthfully, the best way of doing so is typically at an arm's length, but remember that what we're doing here is impacting the lives of others. Even those who have been down a terrible path can find good in themselves and make a change if they're steered in the right direction."

You nodded, not sure what you could add. It was clear that Sunset had a deep care for her position here as well as the lives it impacted, and if anything, it only made her more endearing. This moment you were sharing with her felt special, even if she was only bearing her feelings like she might have to anyone else other than you. It was her body language, her earlier compliment, the curves of her body and the little smirk on her face, those shirt buttons that looked like they were about to tear off at any moment...

"Are you staring at my tits, newbie?"

Gasping, you jerked up to look at her, but found you couldn't match her gaze, which outclassed yours by a mile. You had indeed been doing so, but it wasn't intentional! You stammered to find a suitable response, but all you managed to do was dig yourself a hole of stutters.

"That's strike one. Two more and I'll go tell one of the cleaners to take a week off, see how you look with a pair of marigolds on."

Wait, was she serious? There was no way she'd do that, would she?

Well, Indigo had said she was a hardass... you looked up at her in search of a sign of weakness, of a facade, but found a solid wall of conviction, studying you intently in wait of a response. You clammed up. Your palms perspired as you twiddled your thumbs. Your voice came out as a muted crack. "Yes, ma'am. Won't happen again, ma'am."

You could swear she pushed out her breasts as much as she could in response, arching her back in a faux-stretch. "See that it doesn't, I already get enough of the girls ogling me. Now go on, scram. Find Thunderlane, he should be doing dorm sweeps in the block past the cafeteria."

You stood faster than you needed to, as desperate to leave and save face as you were to stay and somehow try to seduce her. What was coming over you? It was these teasing girls and you knew it, they had you thinking like some kind of sex pest.

You stole one more glance at Sunset, but blinked away before you could be reprimanded for eye fucking her again.

"Go on, shoo!" she was waving her nightstick at you, that calm smile etched on her face again. Why did her lips look so inviting?

Put it out of your head, you need to go and find Thunderlane. Hell, with any luck, you were overthinking things, and he wouldn't be nearly as bad as Indigo made out. Let's hope that was the case.

One more look, and one of those buttons had finally fucking popped, exposing a healthy portion of Sunset's voluptuous chest, tits pressed together by the tightness of her shirt. No, there was no way that really happened.

Your bottom lip was half an inch from the top, and as you carried on looking, you realised that a) Sunset hadn't noticed it having come undone yet and b) when she did realise, you were about to get your second and third strike in one go. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if she threw you in the damn hole.

So you committed the image to memory, saved it for your personal jerk church, and turned and fled before she could deduce why the hell you'd paused for so long. You didn't pay much attention to which direction you were going in, and for all you knew, this was the completely wrong way, but it was away from Sunset and her grabable tits and pullable hair, so it was a win in your books as much as it was a loss.

Time to go and spend time around more hot girls you couldn't touch. You truly were a prisoner in paradise, and it was slowly but surely eating you alive.

"Trick is with these girls?" Thunderlane gave you a grin from behind his goatee, lowering his tone. "Gotta show 'em who's boss..." he started strutting forwards, and you followed him without letting your hint of hesitation show. "Gotta prove to them that you hold the power, that no matter what they do, what they say, they're not really people. Understand, new guy?"

You could feel yourself biting your tongue as you nodded. Thunderlane hadn't been hard to find, he seemed to make a point of being the most noticeable guy in the room, and you were assaulted by his cologne before you even entered the same room as him. "So, what do these rounds consist of?" Ask questions, show some initiative. Surely that was the way to show that you were actively engaged in your job.

When Thunderlane turned to look at you, you could swear you caught some element of twisted glee in his eyes. "This? Oh, it's nothing special. Just a quick survey of the area, check for contraband, make sure no one's fucking in plain sight, the usual." He flexed his muscular frame as he walked, puffing out his chest. You noticed that his presence drew uneasy stares from the inmates present, and you were quickly becoming another set of eyes to add to that list. You came into the dorm rooms together, finding that they were laid out in sets of two beds separated by walls on each side of the room. It almost reminded you of a camp, or a school dorm.

Just more sparse, more white and falsely pristine. Knowing you were meant to be shadowing Thunderlane, you allowed him to take the lead, but in reality, you had no clue what you were expected to do just yet, so it would be worthless for you to try to lead. He walked up to a pair of girls, who stood at attention at the end of the open plan walls to their 'room'. One of them was a short, busty thing with flowing pink hair and a pale yellow skin, looking about ready to crumple like a leaf. She didn't look as if she belonged here at all.

The other seemed to be her polar opposite. She had brown skin and white, spiky hair, and while she barely stood a few inches taller, the way she squared her shoulders and tensed her athletic frame made it clear that she wasn't to be fucked with.

But Thunderlane didn't seem to care one bit about the perceived threat. He moseyed on up to the pair of them, spinning and putting an arm on each of their shoulders, pulling them close. "Inmates... inmates! Such a hot day to be cooped up inside, you should be out enjoying yourselves, taking the place in!" A nasty grin. "It does get pretty boring in here, don't you want to see the outside for a little, even from afar?"

The white haired inmate jerked away, but the other looked too gripped by fear to move. Slowly, defensively, she began to pull her away too. "I would go outside, officer, but you banned me and Shy here from the track, remember?"

Thunderlane raised an eyebrow, clearly feigning ignorance. "Oh, I did? Well, that must have been some time ago, because I don't seem to recall." He leaned forwards, towering over the pair of them and reveling in the step back they took. "Remind me, why did I stop you before?"

"It was three weeks ago, and it was for running too fast." The white haired girl spat, staring directly at him.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Thunderlane reached forwards, pressing his hands against the bottom of Fluttershy's breasts and softly pushing up. "Shouldn't have been encouraging this one to run so fast, those knockers could have taken someone's eye out, swinging around like that. I think I made the responsible decision, don't you?"

Fluttershy recoiled instantly, her eyes wide with fear. The other inmate only growled. Meanwhile, you couldn't believe what you were hearing, or seeing. Did Thunderlane really just put his hands on an inmate's tits like that? Where did he get off? And for that matter... "Wait, you're telling me that you banned two girls from using the running track for running too fast? Isn't that a good thing?"

Thunderlane spun on his heels, clicking his fingers. "Hush, new boy! Speak when spoken to, respect the rank, blah blah blah."

"I have a name, you know," you responded, suddenly feeling quite heated amidst his treatment of both yourself and both the girls beside him.

"And I have a higher rank than you, bub, so do me a favour and keep your mouth shut before I write you up for insubordination. We'll get along a lot better if you don't question me, capiche?"

Oh, this guy was a total asshole. Why did Nightstick even tolerate him? Did she not realise how bad he was? You were seething, you could feel your face beginning to redden, but... You knew it was best not to make a thing of this now. If you blew up at him straight away, it'd look bad on you. Report it later, that was your best bet. "Yes, sergeant."

"Good boy!" Thunderlane walked over and gave you a pat on the head, and you could feel the intensity of your snarl. Thunder pouted only a few inches from your face. "Oh, doggie doesn't bite, does he?"

Lose the glare, lose it. Slowly, painfully, you returned to a blank, lightly amicable expression, though you felt your muscles rebelling all the way. Not snapping at this prick was looking like it'd quickly turn into one of the hardest things you'd ever do. You honestly felt sorry for these two girls, Fluttershy especially, and as you glanced at them again, you found they were both looking at you. Fluttershy's eyes were soft, almost appreciative, but the other girl appeared wary.

Eventually, Thunder lost interest in tormenting you. "Right, inspection!" Waltzing into the room, he began to pick up and hurl random objects around, books and photo albums and toiletries alike. Eventually, he flipped one of the mattresses, throwing it into the middle of the room, and walked back out. The whole time, he'd been humming a deceptively happy tune, and it was quite clear from the manner of his actions that he hadn't actively been searching for anything. "Inspection results are in: your room's a total fucking mess. Sort it out within the hour or I'll rain shit on you, you two understand?"

Fluttershy couldn't even look at him, the other girl gave what must have been the stiffest nod of her life.

"Right, I've gotta go take a piss. Make sure these two start cleaning up." He sauntered off, that same hum resuming, rising in volume.

It was rare you wanted to punch someone this much. As soon as he was out of sight, Fluttershy began shuddering, and the other girl was right by her side to offer reassurance, stroking her hair. "Now, come on, you'll be alright. Just don't be a pussy about it, okay?"

Well, some form of reassurance, at least. A couple of sniffles as she enjoyed the moment, and Fluttershy took a deep breath, looking up again. "I... I know. Thank you, Gilda."

"Don't mention it." Gilda backed away before doing a double take. "Seriously, don't. Your gratitude makes me wanna hurl."

Fluttershy snickered, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand as she stuck her tongue out. Soon after, she had her eyes on you. "Thank you for saying something to Officer Thunderlane, but we're honestly pretty used to it right now. We don't expect you to put yourself at risk to stand up for us."

Gilda looked at her with shock. "You kiddin'? I fucking do!" A couple of seconds pause, a grin. "Nah, no one gives a fuck about us in here, apart from maybe Nightstick and a few of the CO's, but not enough to do anything about that megalomaniac. He'll be lording it over us, compensating for his small dick for as long as we're in here, probably because no self-respecting woman would go near him on the outside and he fuckin' hates 'em as a result." Gilda squinted, taking a step closer. "What's your deal, anyways? Why'd you even say anything to him?"

"Just didn't seem fair to me, that's all. I'll talk to Nightstick about it soon, see if I can get your track privileges back too."

"No point." Gilda shrugged, chewing her lip between words. "Nightstick'll tell ya exactly what anyone else in her position would—warden ain't gonna approve of his step-son being reprimanded, main reason his golden child gets away with half of this shit. Besides, only five days until the end of the month, it's easier to wait than give yourself unnecessary hassle."

You gave a hesitant nod, but it still didn't feel right. Walking forwards into the once neatly kept room, you began to place the mattress back on the bed and pick up a few of the discarded books, stacking them on a nearby cabinet. You felt it was the least you could do considering, and both of the girls seemed appreciative. "At least tell me that there's no one worse than him in here, as far as CO's go, at least."

"Oh, he's definitely a top contender, no doubt there. As for whether he's the worst? Depends, really. He's got his favourites, the types that'll pretend to show an interest in him, the submissive, subservient, weak-minded bitches without a shred of dignity. Girls like us? It pisses him off to no end that we can think no, that we can show how much we hate being around him, even if we can't say it. And that's why we do it."

You flashed a smile at this admission. Not everyone could bend over to a guy like that, and you were glad that some of these girls showed the courage to stand up to him in their own ways, not pander to his bullshit. "You girls don't seem like the type for jail. Also, I think I recognise you. It's Fluttershy, right?"

"I think I recognise you too... you went to CHS, right?"

You nodded, and once the connection had been drawn, your eyes instantly lit up in realisation. "You were one of the Rainbooms, weren't you? I remember you hanging around Sunset—err, Nightstick, back in the day, now that I think about it. How the heck did you end up in here?"

Fluttershy shifted in place, quickly busying herself with picking things up and beginning to organise them. "Yes, I was always the quiet, understated one, so I'm not too surprised you didn't realise right away. I mean, I can't say much, I barely remembered you either."

Stranger and stranger as you made all of these connections, people you knew all seemed to be ending up here, one way or another. What did that say about the town you lived in, or the justice system, or your high school? Those questions were pushed aside for a more immediate concern. "You never told me why you're in here."

Fluttershy simply eep'd, stacking faster and being sure not to turn around. Gilda rolled her eyes. "We got put in here together. Actually a miracle we got the same bunk, considering. We've both got eight weeks served, should be out in a couple of months as long as we get good behaviour. It's been... interesting, to say the least."

"What did you both do?"

"It ain't what she did, it's what I did, but this one was stupid and loving enough to implicate herself just so I wouldn't have to suffer this alone. She could have gotten away with it." Gilda looked to Fluttershy, who was still stacking like a lunatic. "This is why she gets like this when someone brings it up, she ain't ashamed or anything, she just—"

Fluttershy cut her off, finding her voice. "I just know you'll tell me off again for pleading guilty, Gilda."

"Exactly. See, we were roommates on the outside. She responded to an ad I put up that said 'no pets, no smokers' with a text saying 'well, I'm not a smoker...' and a bunch of animal emojis. I thought it was cute and that the landlord could get fucked so I decided to move her in and hide whatever cat or hamster she had with her." Gilda narrowed her eyebrows, smirk growing with every word. "I wasn't expecting her to bring an entire fuckin' nature reserve with her, I can tell you that much."

You could feel yourself chuckling. This wasn't like earlier, no wolf whistling or being degraded. It was nice to have a genuine conversation with one of the inmates, even if it was in a one on two setting.

"Anyways, when it started to become clear that she wasn't gonna be able to keep all these critters, I had to break it to her that she'd have to give some away, or at least move a good portion of them somewhere else if we wanted to keep the place. Some of them went to good homes, but there were just so many that it was hard to keep up with which animal went where... unfortunately, Fluttershy was a little obsessive about the well-being of her ex-pets, and tracked down all of their locations a couple of months later, one by one."

Fluttershy seemed to tense a little at this moment in the story, and you didn't like where it was going either. "You two didn't go around stealing all of her pets back from people, did you?"

"Well... kinda, but it was just one. She had this rabbit, you see—"

"Bunny," Fluttershy chided, her eyes hard. You and Gilda both looked at her, yourself a little shocked, and she wilted under your eyes. "H-he's a bunny."

"Right. Anyways, she had this bunny called Angel that she absolutely refused to let live in a cage, and it kept leaving its messes around the apartment, so we had to give it up to a nice home. When Fluttershy tracked him down, turned out the family we'd given him up to had sold him again, he'd been difficult ever since leaving Fluttershy's side. Where they sold him? Avon, the cosmetics company."

Suddenly, you added two and two together really damn quickly. "You mean to say he was in there for animal testing?"

Gilda went back to organising her books, a grimace on her face. "Exactly. Companies don't pay that much for animals, but apparently it was enough for the dicks we gave 'em to. When Fluttershy heard about it, she was distraught. The idea of them doing horrible experiments on her bunny, cutting him up when they were done..."

You glanced over to Fluttershy again only to find that she'd covered her ears with her hands. "So... you went to go get him?"

Gilda couldn't help but chuckle. "Not him... them." You raised your eyebrows at the implications, this was starting to look like a serious crime. "I mean, yeah, the plan was just to buy him back, but the company insisted that test animals weren't for resale. No way we were having that, so the next night, me and Fluttershy broke in. You wouldn't guess how handy this one is with a crowbar."

Fluttershy's cheeks were tinted red, but she nodded. "We needed to get Angel back, and I wasn't going to just give up because the door was locked, and what we were doing was really, really illegal, and..."

"You just loved your bunny too much, I know." Gilda patted Fluttershy on the shoulder, and she gave her head a little shake at the contact, curls bouncing. "Anyways, once we got in there, finding Angel wasn't that hard, it's just..."

"When I saw all of the other ones, and how horribly they were being treated, I knew we had to act. Leaving them there would have been just as bad as being the ones who put them there."

"We argued, we debated it, but really, we didn't have much time to think it through. In the end, Flutters convinced me. We took as many as we could with us, and uncaged the rest." Gilda smirked, the picture of rebellion. "After that? It was fuckin' chaos. Animals runnin' all over the damn place, us trying to run away with half of 'em, and a bunch of lab coats trying to grab everything that was moving. Flutters got away, but I was caught with my pants down." She leaned forwards for emphasis, and you could almost feel her proximity. "Literally. One of the chimps was holding onto my leggings, it yanked 'em down and I toppled over, they detained me then and there and waited for the cops to arrive."

You couldn't help but feel of two minds about the whole story even as it sunk in. You hadn't gone into your job with any strong opinions on law and justice, only looking for something that paid and would put some experience on your resume, but hearing about the honestly noble reason that these two had attempted something so stupid threw you for a spin. Was it the right thing for them to do? Maybe not, but you couldn't help but nod along, trying to show that you understood what they went through. "And that's when Fluttershy turned herself in?"

"I wasn't going to let Gilda suffer alone for something that was ultimately my idea." Fluttershy wrapped her arms around Gilda's waist and pulled her onto the bed, rubbing the small of her back. "Ultimately, it was all worth it though, because Angel and some of the other critters found new, good homes and were taken care of, and honestly? I'm just glad that even through all this, I've still got the best roomie I could ask for."

Gilda laughed, burying her face in Fluttershy's shoulder. "Aw, shucks, you're gonna make me blush in front of the new guy..."

"And then he won't know what a big bad meanie you are, huh?"

In a flash, Gilda was standing tall, puffing out her chest. "Damn right! I'm the toughest bitch in this place, say that I ain't!"

Fluttershy took a single finger and pressed it against Gilda's lips, softly 'shh'ing her. You weren't sure who started laughing first, but it wasn't long until all three of you were at it, giggling like idiots. You hadn't expected to find camaraderie like this, especially from the inmates, and it was a welcome relief to consider that not every single one of them was eyeing you up like a piece of meat. Just a quirky, attractive, and entertaining duo you were lucky enough to meet on your first shift.

"So anyways, that's us, why not tell us a little about you?"

You froze at the question. You weren't particularly used to talking about yourself, but they were both leaning in to hear it, and you'd just listened to a pretty personal story about them, so would it hurt to share? A short mental nod as you made up your mind. You pursed your lips. "Well, I'm from—"

"That looks like fraternisation, new fuck!"

Oh, shit. Somehow, you'd completely forgotten about Thunderlane the goatee sporting bastard and the piss he was taking. "No sir, I was just making sure that they had their room up to standard."

Thunderlane squared up to you, his voice low. "Not trying to get your dick wet?"

You bit back a growl. "No, sir."

A belittling snicker. "Because you know if you were, you'd have better luck elsewhere. These two are massive fuckin' dykes. Right, finish up and meet me in the surveillance room." Thunder began strolling off before stopping with a snap of his heels. "And grab me a soda from the vending machine, make sure it's still ice cold when you give it to me."

Impossible request over, Thunderlane finally left. Fuck, you hated him. Looking to the girls with a guilty expression, you only found smirks on their faces, as if they were privy to some joke you were missing out on. When they didn't let up, you couldn't help but cave. "What? What is it?"

Gilda was the one to speak. "He called us lesbians. He thinks we're lesbians. Probably thinks anything that's ever not shown an interest in him is a freakin' lesbian." She dropped her tone to a scandalous whisper, locking eyes with you. "We're actually bi." A small wink from Gilda and a nod from a still red-faced Fluttershy, and you felt excited and conflicted all at once. Funny how such simple words could have such an effect on you. "Now go on, the biggest asshole on Sesame Street is waiting for you."

And how you wished you could trade a day with him for a night with them.

You've had a pretty testing day. Meeting everyone, putting up with Thunderlane's bullshit—he only got worse after you caught up with him, telling stories about his own greatness and bitching about the inmates to no end—and trying to get around the inmates without either getting in an argument with one of them or letting them take you somewhere secluded and have their way with you already.

Honestly, you thought you should have received a medal just for surviving your first day. Why did Celestia think to get you a job like this, again?

But none of that mattered now. Day one was over. You were clocking out, stamping your papers, and preparing to head out of the building to the freedom of non-prison life when you ran into Indigo, who looked particularly frazzled. "Hey there, newbie. How you holding up? Girls give you much trouble?"

You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head once or twice. "Not the girls that were the worst of it, it was fucking Thunderlane, the asshole. I know you warned me about him, but you could've been a little more specific about just how much of a fucking tool he is."

"What, and spoil the surprise?" Indigo laughed, patting you on the shoulder. "Nah, you're right. He is a total piece of shit, but there's nothing we can really do about it, and no one wants to tell Nightstick just how bad he really is, because if they don't manage to get the complaints past the warden, it'll be their job on the line for even saying anything. Warden could make your life pretty miserable in here, so it's best to keep your head down."

You weren't entirely happy with this response, honestly. The fact that Nightstick didn't even know the all of it was shocking to say the least. "So what, you just let him go around doing what he wants? Hardly seems like a much better solution."

"You're totally, right, of course, but us staff have to eat, newbie. We still take him down a peg whenever we can. He knows he's hated in here, if that's any consolation." She frizzed up her already messy hair with her hands, running her fingers through the multi-coloured locks. "Argh, this day's left me completely beat. The girls have been driving me crazy, too, they know just how badly I wanna jump half of 'em. Think I'll be spending the night on Pornhub at this rate."

You still couldn't get over just how brazen Indigo was about sexual matters, but you figured you could give it a try too. Honesty being the best policy, and all that. "Yeah, they've been trying to get in my pants a lot too, though a little less with Thunderlane around. That said, with someone like that skulking around the place, I must look like the best guy in the world. Still, it does leave you a little pent up, you're right."

A wistful sigh as Indigo played with her shirt, throwing you a pair of doe eyes. "How about it, newbie? Wanna come over to my place and watch some badly acted porn with me? I'll bust out the popcorn if you buy the drinks."

"Y-you're serious, aren't you?"

"Pfft, no! Of course not!" She laughed, and you couldn't help but do the same, whether out of embarrassment or relief. "Why would I sit around watching a porno when I can just fuck you instead?"

Oh. Oh, shit. She really was serious, wasn't she? "You mean right now?"

"Well, not right now, we should probably get off of prison grounds first, but after a twenty minute drive? Sure, let's fuck the sexual tension away. Might take a few rounds, but I'll get it all out of you." Even a blink from her weakened you, a wink had three times the effect, and you knew in your heart already that you weren't going to be saying no. "So, how about it?"

It was hard to respond to her question with an actual precise response, so you talked around it as best you could. "I mean—are you all finished here for the day?"

"Yup! Clock out on the same time as you on Tuesdays, I checked the rota just to be sure." Her voice had a sultry little chime to it, and part of you couldn't help but wonder if she'd changed her shifts around to ensure you'd both get off at the same time. Maybe that was just the ego in you coming out, but it was still a nice thought to consider.

Nicer still was the thought of taking this one home. While the inmates had been enticing, Indigo had been on your mind all day, and now that she was here, offering herself up to you, any niggling thought in the back of your mind earlier that she might have just been teasing had vanished. Your throat felt a little tight, and you were fidgeting with the pocket of your uniform, but you managed to nod a couple of times. "You alright to drive?" you asked, partially in disbelief that you were actually going through with this.

"Hmm, nah, too tired." She led the way outside, her supple ass shaking in her tight jeans, and you followed its lead more than hers. She showed you over to her car, a fairly new looking Ford Focus in black, and after unlocking it chucked you the keys. You stared at her with an eyebrow raised, she gestured at you to get in the driver's seat. "Come on, newbie, haven't got all day."

"I'm not exactly insured to drive your car," you said, perfectly happy to be driving to destination fuck but not exactly looking to get picked up along the way. "Are you sure this is alright? Kinda weird for us of all people to be breaking the law."

She turned around with a grin, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you over to the driver's side. "First off, you'd be surprised how many laws get broken by staff around here. Seconddd—" she reached for her phone, pulling up a screenshotted document and handing it to you. You squinted, and your lips parted when you saw your name. "—I took the liberty of insuring you to drive it for a day, felt like I could use a chaperone."

For a moment, you just stood there in shock as she locked the screen and pocketed it. You couldn't help but notice that her home screen was a picture of another girl in lingerie. "You really had this all planned out, didn't you?"

"Heh, what can I say? When a girl sees something she wants..." she ran her fingers over your chest as she walked away, moving around to the passenger seat. "Get in, I'm not getting any younger over here."

This girl was amazing you more and more by the second. You opened the door and climbed in, growing acquainted with the interior, which was surprising neat and tidy. You'd kind of expected Indigo to be a slob, but as it turns out, pristine all around. Not that fake pristine like the prison's interior, more it looked as if she took good care of her belongings. You had to imagine that would bode well for you too.

You looked to the right, and there she was, already unbuttoning her shirt. You stared in disbelief.

"What? It's hot in here, running the A/C is expensive. I have blacked out windows for a reason, you know."

You took a second to glance at the windows, then thought about what you saw from the outside. "These aren't blacked out, they're tinted."

"Ehh, same difference," Indigo said with a wave of her hand, reaching behind her and fiddling with her bra strap. "No one's gonna complain if they see my tits, trust me."

Well, you certainly wouldn't. Still, you knew you'd only get complained at if you took any longer, so despite how badly you wished you could carry on gawking, you tried your best to ignore your stripping colleague and get the car going already. You put the key in the ignition and fired up the engine, grabbing the gear stick and putting the car into reverse.

You were a good driver, even when you had a show occurring literally feet from you. You managed to pull out of the parking lot and move into first without much issue, and before long you were leaving the prison compound, Indigo winding down the window and flashing her lanyard on the way. Not that any of the guards seemed to react to her state of half-undress, it's like it didn't even surprise them.

Before long, you were on a stretch of freeway, heading back towards Canterlot City. There were a few cars passing you on the opposite side, but the drive was a fairly quiet one, and soon enough, Indigo decided it was not only quiet, but boring. So she decided to liven things up.

The first thing she did was remove her bra completely. Next came her shirt, and while you didn't feel comfortable turning around to stare, you were more than happy to use the top mirror to catch a glimpse. She looked right back into it, and you flinched as soon as you were sure she noticed you, but instead of commenting, all she did was angle the mirror so you could get a slightly better view of her. "Thanks for being my taxi tonight," she yawned, pushing out her arms and arching her back as her perky breasts pressed forwards. "I'll make sure I pay you back..."

When she'd finished stretching, she had one arm laid over your lap, and her fingers were slowly snaking their way up your trouser leg. The moment you saw where this was going, it was too late. The traffic coming onto the freeway had increased, and there was no hard shoulder for a long way, the chances of you being able to bat her off were close to none.

But part of you had to admit it was really damn exciting, and that feeling was only amplified when she finally placed her hand against your hardening cock, rubbing it through the fabric. After so much teasing throughout the day, even that was enough to get you going, and you could feel your erection growing increasingly painful against your tight jeans, struggling against the constriction.

"Ooh, that looks uncomfortable... shall we let him out?" Indigo's voice was a soft, sultry purr, one that only made you all the more eager to say yes, but you didn't even need to respond. Already she was going to work on your belt, unbuckling it and pulling it back. All the while you forced yourself to keep your eyes firmly on the road, to not press too hard on the gas pedal, or do anything else impulsive to match the heavy beating of your heart.

But it was growing increasingly difficult to concentrate what with the sound of your zipper being undone and the feeling that you knew would soon follow. Indigo began to tug on your pants, and you shimmied around on the seat, trying to keep your hands on the wheel straight. What followed was a half-laugh, half-gasp as she saw the thing poking up from your briefs, blood rushing to it, hard as diamond from all that you'd endured over the last ten hours.

"Fuck, didn't realise I'd be getting such a treat today... how the hell are you single?" She gave it a small poke through your underwear, as if she was checking it was in fact real, and even that tiny second of contact was enough to elicit a response from you, only growing stiffer both in body and cock. Your eyes were glued on the road, drive, drive, drive... Don't think about what she's about to do, just enjoy it. Don't get too distracted.

But Indigo wasn't about to go ignored so easily. She quickly pulled your underwear down, exposing your cock for the first time, and instantly she was at work, taking a measure of her saliva and lathering it into your head, working it down to the base of your shaft and then moving her hand back up in a soft jerking motion. She repeated this a couple of times, priming you for what came next, and every brush of her hand was enough to make you pant, to make you sweat in your seat as you prayed to god that you wouldn't suddenly crash.

There was a thrill that came with getting jerked off while driving, but it didn't compare to what came next. Indigo dipped her head lower, twisting beneath your outstretched arms that clung the steering wheel for dear life, and within seconds you could feel her luxurious tongue twisting its way around the head of your cock. She wasted no time in preparing you, and in moments she was moving to the main course, parting her lips and planting soft kisses against your tip that moved and twisted into French smooches as she worked her way lower.

"Fuck..." her tongue wrapped around the underside of your cock, sending a jolt through your body, making you seize up for a moment, but you were determined to grow accustomed to it, to keep on working through it and ensure that you didn't screw up. Every time you thought you'd finally grown used to the ministrations of her tongue, her seemingly ungodly skill with her mouth, she switched up her motions, beginning to travel down your length like the naughty nympho she was, set on taking every last drop you had to offer.

She moved up and down with intensity, a hand at your base softly wanking you all the while, and as she moved the pair in tandem, you'd ever so often begin to relax into it before she'd take the hand away, forcing the rest of your cock into her waiting mouth, sputtering on it and getting you as sloppy as she could, pulling back for air and then diving straight down. Even with your length, she was managing to put on an amazing performance, and the vigour with which she played with you, the energy with which she moved, it was enough to have you missing breaths, heart palpatating in pleasurable anxiety even as you began to wonder whether any passing cars had realised just what you were up to.

A part of you that you never realised existed hoped that they could. You'd never done anything like this in public, or thought that you'd even get turned on by it, but there was something about the risk of being discovered that spurred you on, and before you knew it you were ever so slightly pushing up against her mouth, as lightly as you could without taking your foot off of the pedal, knowing you were living dangerously but only encouraged by the fact.

Indigo didn't seem to care, she was crazy and cockstarved, worshipping your length as if it was the best meal she'd had in a long time, as if the cumshot you could give her was the most important thing in the world. Maybe to her, it was.

Then again, you were starting to wonder what was more important right now. Surely not crashing, that had to be an important thing, but also, this was a fucking good blowjob. The way she licked her way up when she was coming for breath, swirled her tongue on the way back down, she made sure that every moment was filled with an inordinate measure of pleasure, feelings that shifted through your whole body and found voice in your steadily growing moans.

It wasn't long until you were getting close, and it was a good thing too, because the sat-nav was telling you to turn off of the freeway only two minutes from now. Maybe Indigo knew this, maybe she realised just how well she timed these things, because the minute the announcement sounded out, she was going into overdrive, causing shock waves to crash through your body as she brought you to the edge, pulling you out of her mouth and slowly flicking the edge of your cock against your lips.

She pulled her head back, her hair brushing over you as she repositioned, and before long she was jerking you as she slapped your head against her firm tits. You wanted to look down at her, you wanted to stare at her as you covered her with your cum, but you could only look at the road and you knew it. You could feel yourself getting closer, and you desperately tried to spy the last moment with the top mirror, but she'd moved it out of angle, and she probably knew it.

Her hand moving impossibly fast, your breath catching as you felt your orgasm rushing over the barrier, and before you knew it you were painting her beautiful body with your cum, bliss etched on your face as you plastered her with cum, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she let you coat her without complaint. She took every spurt you gave her, jerking you until you were completely spent and then a little more for good measure, and once she was finally finished completely blowing your mind, she reached for a box of tissues.

"See? Told you I'd pay you back. That was just the beginning."

You know what? Fuck it. This job might have been hell in some respects, but it came with some pretty damn good perks. Plus, you didn't crash. You're doing pretty great right now.

You'd be lying if you said that the rest of the journey to Indigo's place was in any way calm or relaxing—girl was a total sex freak. Even after you'd came, she carried on stroking at your cock, only managing to bring you to half mast during the rest of the journey. That was one part refractory period, one part 'I don't want to risk crashing again' keeping you from getting completely hard the rest of the way. That, and you must've told her to wait about five times.

When you finally pulled in at her direction, she took her hands away from you for long enough that you were able to put your junk back in your underwear and button your jeans up. Heh, what a first day this was turning into. You looked at Indigo with a raised eyebrow, snickering slightly at her pout from your lack of nudity. "At least wait until we're inside?"

"Ugh, controlling myself is for when I'm on the job..." Indigo rolled her eyes as she buttoned up her own shirt, before holding her hand out and waiting for you to pass the keys. "But I guess I can hold off for a little. At least show you inside and get you a drink first. You're mine afterwards, though." She stopped, putting a finger to her bottom lip. "Or rather, I'm yours?"

God, she knew how to turn you on without even trying. You ignored it. It was the only way you were getting all the way to her apartment without doing something publicly indecent. Still, that didn't stop you from beginning to think about all the things you and Indigo could end up doing once you crossed the threshold and entered her homd. You doubted you were going to get much in the way of sleep tonight, not that you really thought you minded.

After all, you still had plenty of sexual frustration to burn off after how the day had went.

No sooner were the two of you out the car than Indigo was locking it and leading you up to the nearest building. It seemed like a fairly nice complex from the outside, nothing too upmarket, but more than pleasant enough for a first or second home. Indigo was only like, twenty-three? Twenty-four? She'd done well to be living somewhere like this already.

"Wanna stop staring and come inside?" came Indigo's voice, and you had to deactivate innuendo interpretation in your brain.

"Y-yeah, sure." You followed the left, right, left, right of her tight, jean-clad ass into the building, watching as she walked right past the elevator and opted to take the stairs. You didn't mind that until you found that her apartment was actually on the seventh floor. You were a little out of breath by the time you were done, but having that perfect cushion in front of you the whole way had definitely helped a fair deal. You didn't want to appear worn out in front of Indigo, so you kept your breaths shallow and quiet. She fished for her keys, pulling them out of a too small pocket and sliding one into the door, twisting.

As soon as you were inside, you were less than surprised to find that the house was in a very clean and well-managed state, much like her car. She took off her shoes, placing them in a stand, then gestured for you to do the same. "No shoe zone," she commanded, making sure you didn't walk past the 'welcome' mat without having slipped them off. "Honestly, I absolutely hate tracking mud in here."

"But cum's fine, I assume?" you laughed, pulling off your shoes and placing them next to hers. Most of them were sneakers, but you spied a pair of Ugg's. Apparently, even Indigo could be a little girly sometimes.

"Cum's a lot easier to clean," Indigo shrugged, walking into the living room and vaulting over the couch, landing with a soft thump. "Or digest," she called back to you with a chuckle. "Sorry, daily routine. I just have to spend a few moments on this couch when I get through the door, it reminds me why going to work is worth it."

You cast an eye over the furniture, but it looked pretty ordinary to you. "What, just so you can relax after?"

"Not just that," she winked. With a press of a button on the side of the chair, she'd flicked up a leg rest, and with another, a mechanical whirring could be heard as the leather couch slowly began to recline. "Ahh," came the satisfied groan of Indigo as she continued to lean back, the chair stopping when she was at optimum viewing angle of the large, noticeably empty wall that made up the centrepiece of her living room. "Best eleven hundred dollars I've ever spent, believe you me. Come try it, we can just relax for a little while."

Honestly, you weren't sure if you were more happy or disappointed that she wasn't trying to climb on top of you straight away. You'd settle with the former. You took the other side of the sofa, looking around and eventually finding the same button. Jesus, this thing was comfy. It was like sitting atop a cloud, you almost felt completely weightless, like you could melt into it at any given moment and forget you were ever anywhere to begin with. "Damn, this is good. eleven hundred was a steal."

"Shh, don't say that so loud!" Indigo panicked, eyes darting around the room as if she was expecting someone to burst through at any moment. "Okay, this might have fallen off the back of a truck, but that doesn't make me a bad person. Stop judging me."

You squinted your eyes at her, hardly believing what you were hearing. "Wait, is this actually stolen?" you half-whispered, finding it incredibly difficult to imagine that a correctional officer was so relaxed about breaking the law.

Indigo maintained eye contact with you for a few seconds, looking incredibly guilty, as if she was about to bolt out of the door or beg you didn't tell anyone.

Then she laughed. "God, you're so easy to mess with, newbie. It came from a police auction. Some drug dealer down south had this in his manor, and when his property was seized, this bad boy was put up for sale. Recommended retail price of over three thousand dollars, I'll have you know." She eyed you with the sagely wisdom of someone who was versed in the art of the deal, whilst all the while, you felt played.

You needed to hit her back with something. "So, let me guess. You spent all of your spare money on this, and couldn't afford a TV afterwards?" You pointed damningly at the blank space on the wall.

"Please. TV's are basic. I've got something much more baller." She pulled back the armrest of her sofa to open a little compartment containing a remote—that was pretty damn snazzy—and gave it a click. You heard a whirring, and before you knew it, a crystal clear projector image was loading up on the screen.

"Well, that's fucking extravagant. Let me guess, stolen too?"

"Huh? Nah, Amazon. Black Friday's the bomb, dude." Indigo and you waited for the projector to boot up, and you couldn't help but wonder how clear the eighty inch border would be against the lighting. "It was a bit expensive, but it's ultra HD, 120hz, all the smart functions..." she paused then, mouth agape, as the projector finished loading.

And the screen was suddenly filled with a very close-up image of an obscenely large black cock being pushed in and out of a teenage girl's asshole while the blunt weapon's owner grunted 'who's your daddy?' over and over.

Indigo rushed to press the pause button as the surround sound screamed in satisfaction; all the while, you fought off the temptation to laugh. "S-sorry. I forgot to turn it off this morning." There was actually a blush on her face. Who could've thought Indigo could get embarrassed about these things?

You couldn't help but titter a little as she tried to backspace away, only to end up in her 'favourites list', which contained more thumbnails of hardcore porn scenes than you imagined you could count. A little number in the top right read '4095'. "Heh, bit of a connoisseur? You weren't kidding about sitting and watching porn with me."

She looked as if she was about to throw the remote at you, her face all scrunched up and snarly. "Yes, I was." A sigh as she backed all the way out of the site, landing at her browser homepage. "Can we just forget about that? Yes, I'm sex obsessed. Yes, it probably borders on addiction, but it's a bit embarrassing when you have it all exposed to someone else like that."

"But it's fine when you flaunt it about like it's the best thing in the world?" you asked, trying to make sense of her.

"Well, yeah! That's how I normalise it. I'm doing it by choice, at least. That just felt..." her thoughts trailed off, hand waving in the air as she looked for the word. "That felt like it was leaving me naked, and not in the good way." She pressed the button on her chair again, and within a second, she was back on her feet. "There is more to me than sex, is what I'm trying to say. It doesn't come across that way when the first thing you see me watching is copious amounts of porn."

"I..." you thought over her words, and supposed you could kind of see where she was coming from. Suppose someone like Indigo was probably used to being objectified, what with how she flaunted herself about. "I understand. I'll forget I ever saw it."

"Alright, sounds good." Indigo took a breath, as if she was trying to steady herself, then flashed a smile. It looked genuine, which relieved you. "I'm going to go and get some snacks and something to drink, you put a film on. I like dramas and sci-fi, no trashy action flicks or sappy romance." With that, she turned and made her way out of the room, your eyes following her until she was out of sight.

You could hardly believe that had been a thing. What had happened to wanting to jump your bones the moment you'd both gotten through the door? She was more than content to blow you on the ride over, and now she just wanted to chill and watch a movie? You were hardly complaining, but it was a little leftfield coming from her, or at least felt so. Nevertheless, you sat there and went through the titles on Netflix, looking for something that the two of you could enjoy together. After a little searching, you found something you'd been meaning to watch.

"Hey, Indigo! You seen the new season of Better Call Saul yet?"

"I haven't even finished Breaking Bad!" she shouted back, dashing your hopes. Indigo reemerged with a bowl full of chips and some sour cream and chive dip, then ran back out and grabbed a bottle of red and two glasses. "Besides," she continued, "I said pick a film, not a series. I'll stay up all night otherwise."

"I'd hardly complain," you smiled, unsure if that was a little too much too soon, but finding she didn't react. "But fine, film it is..." You continued searching until you landed on Scarface, and after a nod from Indigo, you stuck it on. Quality of the projector was essentially brilliant, the remastered picture seeming to be buffed especially by the strength of the image, and for the first twenty minutes or so, the two of you didn't say much, simply snacking on chips and watching in relative silence.

Then, around the twenty-five minute mark, you began to hear a bit of a scrunch on the leather to the side of you, and noticed at a glance that Indigo was moving closer to you. She didn't seem to be doing it unintentionally, either. By the time she was most of the way over, almost touching you, all pretence that it wasn't happening was lost, and she shot you a look. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," you answered with a shake of your head, and all of a sudden, hers was against your shoulder. Tony Montana flirted with the gangster's daughter as you began to feel more of Indigo's weight on you, and before you knew it, you were finding it increasingly difficult to pay any real attention to what was happening on the screen.

Her fingers were tapping over your arm, softly and slowly, almost enough that you wondered if she was aware she was doing it. You didn't know why you felt so reluctant to touch her after what the two of you had already done, but the moment felt more intimate than before. You didn't want to break that if you could help it. You let her continue in her gradually building actions, curious what she'd do next, and with a shift, felt her bring herself up so her head was pressing against yours.

"Sorry, just trying to get comfortable."

Probably a lie, but you didn't argue with her. Indigo continued to work her fingers down your arm until they were rubbing against the back of your hand, a light brushing sensation that you had to stop yourself from giggling at like a teenage girl.

The film scarcely mattered anymore. Al Pacino's iconic acting was going unnoticed by the two of you, a crime that was perpetuated when Indigo decided to get bold, softly kissing at your neck and dragging her teeth over your sensitive flesh.

Yup, that was enough to break your immersion completely. The kisses were mixed in with soft and sensual licks that made you shudder in appreciation, enough that you wanted to turn around and kiss her back, but the moment you made to move, you felt Indigo's hand press against your chest, stilling you. She continued to kiss up your neck until she broke away to reach your chin, and slowly, you turned your head away from the screen, meeting her lips.

The kiss the two of you shared was an incremental thing that fluctuated in rhythm and speed, Indigo leading the whole time. This was different to before, and you knew it. Indigo felt vulnerable and soft, but fiery and passionate all the same, and there was a palpable electricity to the air as she deepened the kiss, introducing her tongue to yours and causing your lids to close by instinct. The flightiness in your chest was slowly growing—were you meant to kiss back harder? Grab her? Run your fingers through her hair?

Before you could settle on an appropriate course of action, she pulled away with a grin. "Hah! Made you taste your cock."

"Holy—you're terrible, you know that?" All at once it dawned on you that this was all a ploy to trick you, she was so devious it hurt.

"I am... but you're not complaining. Keep watching the film, I'm gonna go slip into something a little less comfy and a little more sexy." With that, she hopped up and sauntered off, and you watched her go with a lilting sigh. You were getting her back for that. You didn't know how yet, but you were going to make sure the scores got evened out.

That, or she was going to come back out of that bedroom and rock your world. You tried not to let yourself be defeated just yet, but you could tell the writing was on the wall.