//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: Foalsome Youth Detention Centre // by Stormy Cloud //------------------------------// Scootaloo was sat in a dark and gloomy prison wagon, her chains rattling each time they went over a rock or pothole. Each hoof had been cuffed in a hogtie that was loose enough for her to walk but tight enough for her to be unable to run. Her wings had also been cuffed, making them feel stiff. While she wouldn't admit it, she was terrified. She had heard horror stories about ponies that went to prison. Rainbow Dash had told her that she had done a brief stint in Foalsome for assaulting a bully, she had bragged that Foalsome was the toughest and strictest youth prison in Equestria, of course when she visited her before being sent into the wagon, she tried to downplay it all but Scootaloo's could see in her eyes that even she was scared for her. Suddenly the cart came to an abrupt stop. She could hear a loud buzzing sound followed by the sound of a gate sliding open. The cart then strolled a couple of meters forward before coming to another stop. She heard the same noises of the alarm and sliding gate, this time slamming shut. The doors to the carriage slammed open, revealing a burly, white unicorn stallion dressed in a prison guard’s uniform. The guard then pulled out of the carriage, before forcing her onto her hind legs causing her to lean against a wall with her forehooves gripping the wall in front of her. She attempted to look around but the unicorn screeched “EYES FRONT!” Scootaloo snapped her gaze towards the wall. The guard then asked aggressively, “You got any contraband or anything that could cut, poke or harm me, convict?” Scootaloo shook her head, the guard then proceeded to pat her down, his hooves lingering longer than she liked around her nipples the guard then whispered, seductively in her ear “You're still fresh. I like the fresh ones, remember to find me when you get your balloons.” Scootaloo didn't know what he meant but she decided to hold her tongue. After finding nothing the guards then led her into a reception area and forced her to walk through a metal detector. A mare prison guard joined them “Time for your strip search, inmate. Follow me.” The guard led her into a private room, the stallion smiling through the doorway as the mare closed the door, blocking his view. As the mare pulled on a pair of blue, latex gloves Scootaloo asked “Do we have to do this?” The mare gave her a sympathetic look and surprised Scootaloo by saying “Look kid, nopony likes it but it has to be done. All I am going to do is lift your tail, you just need to squat down.” Scootaloo nodded in embarrassment, as the mare lifted her tail, exposing her private parts and making Scootaloo feel violated, she then squatted down and the mare shone a torch up her anus. “Open your mouth” she commanded. Scootaloo complied, opening her mouth wide, the guard told her to, lift her tongue and she nodded, once she saw that it was clear. After the ordeal, the guard then led her back into the reception area, where the stallion was sat waiting. They walked to the front counter, where an older unicorn stallion was sat. He asked her for her name and date of birth as well as conviction. After she gave him her details, the unicorn pulled out a black pad and told her to place her hoof onto it before stamping it down onto a piece of paper. Scootaloo complied and stamped her hoofprint onto the report, she repeated the process for all four of her hooves. “Right now stand in front of the camera, holding this,” he ordered giving her a black placard with Foalsome Youth Detention Centre Scootaloo MA-124 Scootaloo stood in front of the camera, the white flash, slightly dazing her, she then turned to the left and right as her mugshot was finally complete. The mare then gave her a pile of light blue clothes, which turned out to be the prison uniform. The guards gave her no privacy as she changed, the cuffs having been taken off aside from her wing cuffs which stayed on at all times. Scootaloo looked down at the uncomfortable clothes. The uniform scratched at her fur and felt relatively loose. The front had her prisoner code emblazoned on it over her heart MA-124. The word Inmate was blazoned across the back of the shirt in thick black lettering. The guards then gave her a pile of things that she would be taking to her cell. These included a spare uniform, blanket, toothpaste and toothbrush and soap. The white unicorn then introduced himself as “I am Captain Shield. You are in my prison and therefore you follow my rules, if not you will find yourself in solitary confinement or permanent segregation.” After the introduction, he the led her through a series of doors and corridors before arriving at the main prison block. When they entered, Scootaloo could hear wolf whistling and various words being thrown around, all of which were aimed at her. Scootaloo’s ears flattened against her head. The Captain then took her up onto the balcony and walked down the rows of cells until they came across the Cell 124. The bars opened up by themselves and the guard shoved her inside before the cell closed again. He spoke to her through the bars “Welcome to your new home, I'm sure your new cellmate will tell you the rules.” he then walked away. The cell was small, with the only furniture being a bunk bed, and a toilet, which was in the back of the cell but was in full view of whoever would peer into the cell. The bottom bunk was occupied by a black earth pony filly who appeared to be around fourteen. The filly was reading a book and hadn't even acknowledged that Scootaloo was even in the same room as her. “Hi” Scootaloo greeted timidly, the mare merely nodded leaving the two in an uncomfortable silence.