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So here is the latest chapter of Horny Jail! You get to meet a gentl man and a saint! Hope you enjoy~ here is the link

Commander Brigham slammed open the door to the next room. The next thing you heard was glass shattering on the floor. You couldn't see who was in the room, but hooves clicking on the floor approached you. The commander let out an irritated growl at whoever it was, causing them to stop in their track.

“Sit," Commander Brigham spoke with a stern voice.

The lion dragged you across the floor to a nearby table. With great force, he shoved you into a chair. Sat across from you was a well-groomed Boris.

The boar wore a rather lovely outfit. Rather than his usual Dawnbreak uniform, Boris wore a white button-down shirt with frills on his sleeves. Around his neck was a yellow ascot, and his hair was slick back, as was his beard. The boar looked like a million bucks.

“Commander Brigham, sir! I wasn't expecting to see you so soon. Was there something wrong with the guys you brought in earlier?" Boris shot up from his seat as he looked at the commander. He completely ignored you.

“No! No, uwu did a fine job with thewm, but iwt wouwd seem thawt thiws owne iws a bit mowe twoubwe than i had initiawwy thought awnd figuwed he couwd use sowme hewp. Awnd unwike the othew fouw, i know uwu won't disappoint me."no, uwu did a fine job with thewm, but iwt wouwd seem thawt thiws owne iws a bit mowe twoubwe than i had initiawwy thought awnd figuwed he couwd use sowme hewp. Awnd unwike the othew fouw, i know uwu won't disappoint me."[No, you did a fine job with them, but it would seem that this one is a bit more trouble than I had initially thought and figured he could use some help. And unlike the other four, I know you won't disappoint me."]

The commander petted your head. His soft paws were offset by the protruding claws before leaving the room. You look at the boar as he steadied himself. After taking a few deep breaths, Boris fixed his outfit before heading to a pitcher. You watch as he pours some water into a well-decorated glass cup. Boris then sets the glass before you before taking a seat across.

“Well, it's nice to meet you. If you don't already know, just like the others," a hint of bitterness could be heard, “I am Boris, and welcome to the dining hall!" He gestures around him. “Unlike the others, whose dreadful and bleak rooms you have visited, I will help teach you proper manners in a place of cleanliness and grace. And upon seeing how Commander Brigham brought you here to me, I'd say you are sorely lacking in them."

You hadn't noticed due to being dragged in by Commander Brigham, but this room was spotless. In fact, it was the cleanest out of any of the rooms you had seen so far. Despite what you thought, Boris seemed to love a well-kept room. You heard the clearing of a throat. Looking over, you saw beaming with pride. The boar straightened out his suit, slicked back his hair, and raised his glass.

“Now, I've met many of your kind, and none of you have any table manners," Boris tsk at that, “so before we began on that, I say, why don't you take a drink of water," he nods to the glass he placed before you. “It will help loosen up your nerves." He then drinks from his glass.

As you went to grab your glass, the words of the other inmate echo in your head.

“Whatever you do, don't drink whatever they give you…it's-!"

He knew something was up with the water, or at least he thought so, and didn't want you to befall the same fate as him, so you sat the glass down, much to Boris's displeasure. However, the boar tried his best to hide his frustration as he used the napkin on the table to wipe away any excess water.

“Is there a problem?" He gave you a forced smile as he eyed the glass.

“Why are you even doing this? Or at least, what is your guys' end goal with us?"

You look around the well-decorated room once more. The insignia of the Dawnbreak was on all the decor, and though you didn't notice it earlier, there were red dots in all of the eyes. You didn't have much time to question it as Boris cleared his throat.

“Because the commander has given me a great opportunity to prove myself," Boris walked over to one of the banners. As you watched him, you couldn't help but notice the Dawnbreak insignia on his back also had red dots. “To showcase that I am not a failer like the others who failed to…handle someone of your stature." Boris sneered at you as he said that. “Our goal, you ask, is to reform all of you to our liking!"

The look of contentment on the boar's face as he sneered at you almost convinced you to leap across the table to slug him. As Holding back your frustration, you just stared at the boar, his posh tone echoing in your head. Both of you watched each other intensely, neither saying a word.

“Stare all you want. You are not the first and most definitely not the last. Now, I must insist you take a drink before we begin."

Boris began tapping his fingers along the wall as he returned to his seat. He nods at your glass, and you pick it up. You swirl the glass in your hand, playing with the water before bringing it to your face.

“You know, I find it weird. All of you are helping the commander. What's the point in even doing anything for the man, who clearly has something wrong with him."

Taken aback by the question, Boris knocks over his glass, spilling its contents all over the table as he shoots up from his chair. The boar looks as if he wants to charge at you, but a sudden calmness washes over him, and he sits back down. Fixing his shirt, Boris puts the glass back on the table before cleaning up the spill. He stares at you for a good minute before clearing his throat.

“Commander Brigham is a great lion. It's a great upfront to our order to ask such a ridiculous question! Why would I even want to serve under him? If it weren't for him, I'd be worse off!" Boris held his head up high with pride as he rambled off on why the commander was such a great guy. “It's thanks to the commander that I could climb the ranks in this prison. Due to his kind and benevolent nature, I become one of three great men. And besides, everyone likes it here."

“What about Jayden? He seemed scared of what would happen if he failed."

Boris stared at you coldly. “Jayden wasn't cut out for this. He's still low in the ranks, but that's fine. I'm sure after the commander is done punishing him, he will become a stronger man!"

“That hardly sounds right! Jayden is not some tool! Are you really okay with his fate up in the air? All because he couldn't 'discipline' me, does he deserve punishment? The poor boy looked scared of what would happen to him."

Boris took another sip from his empty glass.

“Jayden. He needs to learn to do better. Sure, it is tragic, but it's something he should have seen coming. In fact, everyone you have met so far knows what will happen if they fail to punish anyone who enters their rooms," Boris gave you a cocky smirk, “Why do you think that they actually care about you? Sorry to break it to you, but everyone is looking out for themselves. It is our job to break you and your kind one way or another. Whether it's physical or mental. As long as they do a proper job, it is considered complete, now."

Boris got up from the table and made his way towards you. You tried to get up from the seat but felt something tuging at your waist. Looking down, you saw a magic light around your waist, fastening you to the chair. Before you could do anything, the boar placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Now, if you would kindly, take a sip. My patience is running short."

Boris massaged your shoulders, though his touch was anything but gentle. The boar's tight grip had him digging his fingers into your shoulder. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but Boris held firm.

You picked up the glass and stared into it. The water was so clear you saw both yours and Boris's reflection. The boar had his trademark smirk. He gave you a nod as if telling you to do it.

You raise the glass to your face, but before it touches your lips, you pretend to sneeze, flinging the water out. A loud scream can be heard throughout the room. Boris throws you to the ground as he rushes to the spill.

“NONONONONONONONONONONO! NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" Boris was over the spill, trying to pick it up with his bare hands.

You, meanwhile, lay flat on the cold stone ground with bits of splinter in your back. You crawled out from the chair. Whatever magic kept you in place seemed to have gone away. A massive pain shot through your left shoulder as you used it to pull yourself up. It nearly caused you to crash back down, but you kept going. You need to find a way out of here.

“The commander is going to kill me if he learns of what happened," Boris was too busy with the puddle to even notice that you could move again.

As you slowly made your way back, you could only watch as the boar slowly realized that he had messed up. You didn't make it far when his head suddenly snapped back. Upon seeing you up and about, Boris began crawling towards you.

“When I get my hands on you, I'm going to shove a whole bottle down your throat till you drown, you pathetic little Welp." You froze in fear as the boar got up and approached you. “I'll make sure you gag on the whole thing till you're begging for air."

Boris, now standing in front of you, easily dwarfed you. He took you by the arms and squeezed you tightly as he lifted you. He looked as if he was ready to bite you with how crazy he looked.

“Just wait, Welp! Once I'm done feeding you water, you will be more mindless than the Wimps who came before you."

Boris began to walk you to what seemed like a pool of water.

“Just wait! You'll be the perfect little play for the commander once I'm done with you."

Boris dropped you on the ground, causing you to sprain your ankle. Before you could even think of running away, he grabbed your hair and lifted you over the pool. Suddenly, a voice calls out behind you as he places your head above the fountain.

“Brother Boris, this is no way to treat someone we are trying to save."

Pulling you back, you fall onto the ground only to see a bull right behind you.

To your shock, it was Gunther. The bull wore a preacher's robe that dawned the corrupted Dawnbreak sigil. Gunther helped you up and positioned himself between you and Boris. Despite the glare coming from the boar, Gunther kept his friendly demeanor.

“Brother Boris, it would seem that you failed to maintain your composure. I'm afraid I will have to inform the commander of your regression." Boris could only look at the floor as the bull chastised him, fist balled up as he bit his bottom lip.

You could see that not even the boar wanted to mess with the bull. Straightening out his uniform but keeping his hair a mess, Boris tried to look the bull in the eye but couldn't maintain contact for more than a second before looking back at the ground.

“Gunther, I have everything under control. If you just let me—" As soon as Gunther touched Boris, the boar stopped.

“Brother Boris now is not the time for this. Remember, we are here to help people, not bully them into becoming something they are not. I promise the commander will forgive this slight. After all, this isn't the first time and will most likely not be the last, so take it easy. I will see you after he is done. So rest assured that I will take care of everything."

Boris wanted to say something else but didn't want to push his luck with the bull. Gunther gently guided you away from the board. As the two of you walked off, you couldn't help but look behind you only to see Boris shaking.

As Gunther led you outside, the sun blinded you. You don't remember when you got here. All you remember is that it was still dark. With his hand still on your back, Gunther had you follow him to a nearby meadow. Whenever you would look up at the bull, he immediately blushed and looked away. You felt his tail hit you every now and then.

“Ah, here we are. “ Before you was a rather small pond, and before it was a blanket. “I hope you don't mind. I prepared the spot to make you more comfortable. I hope you like it." In a meek voice, “It's one of my favorite spots in the entire keep."

Gunther's bashful nature was a bit off-putting. You know, everyone has been acting strange, but at least some resemblance to their former self, but Gunther seemed to have a complete one-eighty in personality. You kept Boris's words close and stepped back.

“Look, this is nice and all, but—" As you were walking back, a branch snugged your leg, causing you to fall. As you braced yourself for the fall, to your shock, nothing happened. You slowly open your eyes to see Gunther holding you in his arms.

“Are you okay?" Gunther brushed the hair from your eyes. “I don't know what I would do if you became hurt on my watch. You're precious to me, you know," he said, helping you get back on your feet.

Looking around, you spotted a few prisoners tending the meadow as you looked around the area. Some were cutting trees while others tended to the flowers. They all seemed content with what they were doing. They moved like a well-oiled machine, never missing a beat, never getting in each other's way. You felt a chill crawl up your spine as you watched them.

“Where is the commander? He usually takes me to the next place," you said, pushing Gunther away. A frown crept on his face, but a beaming smile swiftly replaced it.

You went to a nearby field, far away from the pond, and took your set. After a few seconds passed, Gunther followed you and took a seat right next to you. The bull sat with his knees to his chest and his hands right on top of them. He looked at you with the most tender eyes.

“Commander Brigham is having a meeting with his second in command. We don't know what the two are talking about, but," Gunther looked at you before facing towards the pound, “let's not worry about that. Right now, it's just the two of us and…well… I hope I'm not bothering you. I just want to make sure you are having a good time. With me, of course!"

The nearby prisoners moved around the both of you as if you didn't exist or were part of the scenery. Watching them up close, you notice how vacant they looked.

“If you do not mind me asking, why are you so resistant to the program? We are trying our best to work with all of you to make your life and time easier here." The bull stroked the side of your face. You wanted to jump back but didn't want to bump into one of the nearby prisoners.

“Easy? You think this has been easy?!" You immediately shot up, “You guys have been anything but easy! First, I used to help toughen Ludwig up, which failed, by the way! Then, Jayden attacked me with a whip! Worse of all, I almost got drowned in a pool of water that does only god knows what! The only time it was easy was when I had to do an unpaid therapy session for Sam and Resnick because, for some reason, those two were down! This whole place has been anything but easy!"

You tried to catch your breath as Gunther stared at you. To the bull's credit, he just sat there listening to you rant and rave and didn't try to interrupt you once. In fact, he looked remorseful on the whole situation. As soon as you sat back down, Gunther looked towards the sky.

“I'm sorry to hear that. If you had come to me first, I'm sure you would have had a better time. I don't believe in what the commander and his second-in-command do, but it works for everyone else, so what can I say? I am only one person." Gunther placed a hand on your shoulder, “but I am most grateful to have you with me."

The bull gingerly smiled at you as he patted your head. Looking past him, you saw one of the prisoners looking directly into the sun. He looked on for what seemed to be a couple of minutes, unmoving. Your attention was brought back to Gunther as he placed a flower in your hair.

“You are so pretty, you know. I truly wish we had met first," Gunther grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his chest. You tried to resist, but he easily overpowered you. He hugged you tightly. “If you had been here first, I would have done anything to keep you safe."

The bull's kind and caring nature took you a little aback. You knew everyone had been acting off since you had met them, but this takes the cake. A cascade of emotions hit you all at once as you took in the bull's sweet and tender embrace. The tighter he squeezed, the further you went into his pillowy chest.

“Hey, do you trust me?" He pushed you way away so you could look him in the eye.

“To be honest…I'm a bit confused. Everything here is so different from what I was expecting when I first met all of you. The only thing I know for certain is that you are, or were, the leader of a bandit group. But now you are here. Being weird," you look the bull in the eye, “trusting you after everything that has happened and what I know is next to impossible. I don't know if you are trying to get me to lull myself into a false sense of security and make me as mindless as the prisoners working here, but trust is the last thing on my mind."

Gunther stood up and dusted himself off. You couldn't bring yourself to look at the bull. The sound of a sniffle could be heard above you.

“That is most understandable after what you have been through. It makes sense not trusting me or any of us." He turns to face you all teary-eyed, “But I do hope we can become friends. Now, if you'd please excuse me, I need to take care of something."

The bull wiped away some tears as he left you be. Though you felt bad, after what Boris said and what you have seen, telling if he was sad was an act or not was hard.

Not wanting to see if Gunther would show up with some prisoners or worse, you decided to venture further into the meadow. It was very lovely. Hedges were full of flowers, fountains were well cleaned, and water that poured from the spouts was clear as day. If this place wasn't so weird, you might have actually enjoyed your stay here.

You tried talking to some of the men here, but they either ignored you or looked past you into nothing. Some of them had red eyes, while others were just hazy. The red-eyed ones would follow your movement as you walked past them, not saying anything, just watching.

All your walking eventually led you to a church. It was pristine and white. The banner of the corrupt Dawnbreaks was on it, and peering into the window, you could see a few prisoners in there. You couldn't determine who was at the altar, but they had white fur.

“Little buddy, where are you!" You could hear Gunther calling out for you off in the distance. By the sounds of it, he was close.

You looked between the hedges and the church, uncertainty filling up. Taking the chances that Gunteher might be telling the truth was a possibility, but you don't know if he has more with him. The church was a bit uncertain, but it could still be a holy place, and no one would interfere with you. If lucky.

Taking your chances, you opened the door to the church, closing it behind you almost immediately.