It's a trying time in the land of Equestria. Changeling invasions, darkness rising from old curses, and a predator epidemic that only one stallion can overcome. Join Chris Hansen on his hunt for the notorious predators of Equestria. Sponsored by NPC.
It's a trying time in the land of Equestria. Changeling invasions, darkness rising from old curses, and a predator epidemic that only one stallion can overcome. Join Chris Hansen on his hunt for the notorious predators of Equestria, in his attempt to bring pedophilia to an end, one story at a time.
From your average civil worker to teachers gone bad, you won't believe the lengths ponies will go to, to fulfill their deepest, and darkest desires.
It wasn’t always like this. It didn’t start immediately is what I mean. It didn’t begin when I was a filly. When I was younger, I never really had any friends in school on account of my weird teeth, which drew wide torment from bullies and alienated me from groups.
My parents offered no help with my social problems, and eventually the only thing that saved me from a life of ridicule was working part time to afford the money for braces and dentistry.
I decided that I wanted to become a teacher in my teens. I don’t know what attracted me to the job at first, but there was something… exhilarating about teaching such young fillies and colts. I mean I’d always been good with kids and liked children, my cutie mark said as much. I loved lighting up children’s days as they… lit up mine.
I wanted to have the foal friends I’d never had growing up, teaching sated that for a time… but then… it… became… more.
Soon simple friendships weren’t enough; I’d adopted an appreciation for the underdeveloped flank of a number of my students. Their small bodies, lack of cutie marks and simple innocent smiles sent me wild from the beginning of my day to the end.
But it wasn’t right. This was wrong. My thoughts and the love I had for my students was, disgusting… Yet I couldn’t help it, I lay in bed at night, tossing and turning and thinking about tiny hooves on my body. My dreams became soaked with my perversions and eventually I had to act on them.
Booting up my computer I adopted the screen name, ‘fillyfealer62’ and took to the interwebs to sate my lusts in roleplay chatrooms and forums.
This way was fine for a time, but eventually I discovered that I wanted to meet somepony, well some filly to be exact. I began actively searching to meet a filly in my area. I even found a few of my students on the sites I perused.
Eventually, after a lot of coercion, I found the perfect candidate.
A home schooled filly, Twinkleshine was repressed like I had been as a filly, and had no friends. Now I could free her, teach her about friendship and love… among other things more intimate.
I initiated the chat, telling her sweet things. She fell straight into my trap, if you’d call it that. She was so innocent as I explained the various intricacies of what big ponies did in the dark of bedrooms over the course of a few weeks.
It was only an hour to go as I headed over to her house. Her parents were out for the day and she’d agreed to meet me and spend some time together. I carried the cheerleading costume I said I’d wear for her, a small matching one her size in my bag as well as I’d promised to… teach her a thing or two.
As I reached her simple home on the outskirts of town, I looked both ways down the street and blinked in the sunlight of the morning, wiping the sweat from my brow.
I was actually about to do this. I was about to meet an 11 year old filly, and possibly start a relationship that would be beautiful, but at the same time have potential to ruin my life if I were found out.
“Hey! Come on in, I’m just brushing my hair!” a tiny voice called from inside the door as I approached.
I stepped inside and looked around the well lit room. A simple abode, a nice hallway that led into an open plan living room/kitchen.
I notice the large jug of juice was on the counter with two glasses set out as I trotted forwards, leaving the bag atop the table. The sweet little voice called out once again “It’s so great you came! Did you bring the costumes?” grinning as I looked up and chuckled “Certainly did sweetie, can’t wait to see what your cutie petutie looks like in it!”
“I don’t think we’ll be having any dress up today.”
To my complete surprise, shock and then horror, a stallion strode out from a nearby archway, which led into the landing.
With a brown coat and blonde mane, he looked rather smart in his black two piece suit. His green eyes stared into my wide and scared green ones, showing wisdom and experience along with… something else.
I quickly looked away.
I stood, locked in place, my eyes darting to the door before focusing back at the complete stranger. ‘Her Father? Maybe her brother? No, too old… Who was this stallion?’ I thought in-between willing my legs to move, to run, to escape.
“Where’s Twinkle?” I blurted, unable to shut my mouth in time as the stallion placed a file down on the table and leaned a hoof against it.
“Twinkle I’m afraid isn’t going to be joining us in our little chat. Why don’t you have a seat over there?” He gestured over to the opposite side of the kitchen counter he was leaning on as he opened the file and began to flick through it.
I sat where he’d commanded, feeling completely dead inside. My heart was in my throat and my brain felt numb, as if this were all a dream as I looked up at the stallion. Was this some prank? Was he going to pull a joke on me and send me off with my tail between my legs? Or was he law enforcement? But the conversations? It all confused me.
I sat quiet as he finally looked up from the pages and sighed, licking his lips before asking “So then, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here?”
My eyes focused on the marble counter as I realised, maybe he didn’t know why I was here. Maybe this was Twinkle’s Father, so I swallowed and retorted “Oh, I-I’m h-h-here to help T-Twinkle out with her homework.”
“Really? Cause the chat you had prior to tonight says that you were here to perform sexual acts on an 11 year old filly. Is this right?” he flat out asked me, completely destroying my faint hope that he knew nothing.
I remained quiet as he began to read things, personal and filthy things that I’d sent to Twinkle.
“Says here in your chat log that you were here to meet up with Twinkle, help her with her loneliness problems. You talk about how you wanted to show her a brief few, passionate hours of sex.
You talk about performing sexual acts on her with the cheerleading costume. You describe how you want to lick her blank and have her blank and your blank move in synch.”
He knew it all, every single dirty, little thing I’d wanted to do to Twinkle Shine was in that file and I realised how my life could become hell if anypony else got their hooves on it.
I realised I had to prevent that.
“S-Sir? I… look I know that today, I’ve done wrong. I promise though, I’ve never done anything like this before, and I never plan to do anything like this again. I swear that if you just let me go, don’t mention this to the police or anything, I will never look at a filly again.”
The pony kept a frown and murmured, “Well that’ll be a little hard, considering your position as a school teacher.”
That did it, he knew too much. How did he know so much!?
“Sir, I realise, I messed up. Please I don’t wanna hurt fillies or do anything bad. I just… I need help… please let me go!” I began to sniffle, my eyes tearing up as I realised that this wasn’t going to disappear overnight.
The stallion seemed to give a slight pitying look as he replied “I understand and I admire your admittance, however I have to tell you… I’m Chris Hansen from Dateline NPC. We’re doing a story on ponies who make plans to meet fillies and colts online.”
Almost on cue from that line, two ponies strode out wearing black uniforms, their sight distressing as they sported two, back mounted cameras they steadied with a hoof on an axle.
Light was glinting off the camera lenses and into my face, as my mouth gaped, I looked down, moving my mane in front of my eyes, in an attempt to obscure my face.
Chris Hansen’s voice faded as I quickly strode backwards, finding the strength to burst out the front door, almost cantering as I attempted to get away from the sprung trap.
Suddenly a yellow mare grabbed my right forehoof, a black stallion grabbing my other, both dressed in blue with caps and glasses and the badge of Ponyville PD on their chests.
“DOWN ON THE GROUND!” they screamed, pushing my face into the floor as hoof cuffs were locked onto me.
I began to sob, I couldn’t help it, the distraught feeling in my gut as my life was torn away from me over the stupidest mistake I’d ever made.
“Please, I wasn’t going to do anything!” as my rights were being read, a camera down the street focusing in on me as I tried to hide my face once again.
I was brought to my hooves as they began marching me away from the house. It had all been a trick. Set up by NPC, some kind of trap for me and me alone.
Twinkleshine had never existed. She’d lured me, or some other pony pretending to be a filly had lured me. I’d taken the bait like the dumb bitch I was.
It all went by in a flash now. The booking, the processing and the sentencing. Nothing else mattered now. I’d never see my students again. My family and few friends would disown me. A single act of stupidity had ruined the rest of my life.
But If I were offered… I’d do it all again tomorrow.
For me, making money has always been the mane priority in my life. That was, until the day I became a Father.
Growing up a wealthy inheritor of the family business and piggy bank, I married well. She was a high-class filly from Manehatten and with our wealth united, I built up the family business, expanding into Canterlot and Fillydelphia with a small loan of a million bits.
Growing up was by no means an easy thing for me, however. Although my family afforded me every toy, servant and friend I could want… It was never really enough to satisfy me. Buying everything for me was fun and easy, but maybe that was just it.
With relationships, friends and lovers I had never needed to actively go out and even try and chat up a mare. They threw themselves at me… or at least at my money.
It was all too easy really. I became bored of the typical. I needed something new, something to inspire me. Something fresh that you couldn’t simply buy on at the market for a few bits.
Challenge. I needed it. I needed to take the forbidden fruit and bite into it…. taste its juices, feel them flowing down my chin and across my expensive Arponi jacket.
It really started as I watched Diamond growing up, from the hooves of a nanny, just as I had.
She was a really beautiful young filly, always my girl. As my mother-in-law remarked, ‘A spitting image of her mother when she were a foal.’
Eventually the whores and the secretaries and mistresses weren’t enough anymore. I saw a new challenge present itself to me.
Whilst I could get away with any affair… the mere thought of having a relationship with a filly, if expressed aloud, would result in serious consequences… even with all my money, my reputation would be destroyed.
I came so damn close once, my daughter, so cute… Daddy’s little angel.
Whilst she was taking her bath, I stumbled in and barely held myself back. I stared for a long minute before apologising and exiting the room, never talking about it to her again.
That’s when I knew I needed to focus on somepony else, a filly that wasn’t my daughter preferably.
I wasn’t in tune with the modern trends but I knew that the interwebs had opened up communication for ponies all over Equestria… popular among the… younger generation particularly.
Taking the username ‘2Philthy4U’, I took to a popular roleplay and chat forum to try and see if perhaps a young go-getter was interested in older stallions. Particularly, rich older stallions I have to mention, no price was too high when it came to this kind of sport.
I knew it was wrong, knew that I was going to tartarus, but I also knew I couldn’t suppress this forever, the looks I gave my daughter were beginning to be noticed by my wife and servants.
This would take care of that, who knows? I could perhaps get a real good thing going. Perhaps even make a regular thing? Like friends, with benefits.
I met a young filly fairly quickly named Emerald Bright, a cute little filly from the outskirts of Ponyville who was home schooled and lonely.
It was almost too easy to begin chatting to her. I started with normal things about her life and her parents, moving on afterwards to talk about her wants and desires.
It became more though as I began… well pretended to pity her. It was like talking out a business deal, I backed off in areas and hit hard in others, made her expectant as I finally moved onto the topic of love and friendship.
I told her about the birds and the bees, the poor dear not knowing a thing about sex. I moved on, going into detail about how ponies really made love, animalistic, feral and passionate.
At least that was the beginning. Next, I asked her questions about her personal things. Her privates, if she touched herself and whether she wanted to get it on with another stallion.
It was only a few days and already she was interested, a further day and we’d agreed to meet up at her place whilst her Father was at work and her Mother was out of town.
I stepped onto the deserted street. The usual confidence I possessed was now gone as I swallowed hard and grasped my small satchel. Condoms and vodka, a simple trade for the things I wanted to do to her.
Though, of course… she wanted it as well.
At least that’s what she probably told herself.
I stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door, a small voice calling out almost immediately. “Filthy? Is that you!? Come on in, I made some juice, it’s on the table. I’m just getting changed into something for you!”
Jackpot.
I knew I was rich, but I had literally hit the mother load. A 13-year-old without any friends whose parents were out until late at night. This could turn into something beautiful, if I played the game right.
Trotting through the hall, I put the bag down on the table and grabbed a glass, staring at some books on the table and an open text book with squiggles.
“Doing some homework hon’?” I called, grinning as I poured a nice cold glass. “You know you can learn a thing or two from me honey, just gotta ask.”
“Maybe you can help explain some things to me instead,” a sudden authoritative and very masculine voice called from an archway in the side of the kitchen.
I nearly jumped out of my suit as a brown stallion with a blond mane in a similarly smart attire emerged with a red file, placing it on the counter where I held the glass of juice.
His bright green eyes pierced mine and I knew that I had to react now as I blurted out, “Hey there pal, saw the door open and was worried that perhaps you’d had a break in, good to know you’re all ok, I’ll be on my-”
“Not so fast,” the stallion held up a hoof, his eyes locking with mine as we seemed to understand one another. It was clear I’d been caught, he was like so many business owners or CEO’s I’d dealt with.
Intelligent, well groomed and with a social status that radiated authority like mine. How much did he know though? Did he know anything? Who was he?
“Please, take a seat over there,” the stallion gestured to the opposite side of the counter as he opened the file, leaning on the other side as he seemed to be reading through something. A profile on me perhaps?
I smiled, as if this were an actual board meeting and sighed, treating this as if it were a chore.
“Well, now pal I gotta say it’s hard to place you. But we can come to an agreement here, hmm?” I immediately offered him a deal, explaining, “I know that file probably has something about why I’m here, I know you probably do this for a living. You caught me, how much do you want to make it go away?”
The stallion looked up, seeming to chew his gums for a moment, his eyes unfazed as he breathed heavily and retorted “Well sir we’ll just skip over that for now, right now I’d just like to read you something you might be interested in.”
My face dropped as the stallion licked his lips and explained “You came here tonight to meet a 13-year-old filly for sex. Your chat log indicates that you were weary of her parents. You talk about your genitals, about her body and her period.”
He knew it all. Fuck he was good, I’d met my fair share of extortionists back in the day but this guy was straight up brutal.
“Sir, look. We both know why I was here, yes I wanted to have sex with a minor, and yes you’ve caught me doing it.
Guess you hacked my computer or something, smart pal. Tell you what, 250, 000 bits for the file, you’ll never see me online again neither hehe.” I chuckled, putting my hoof out as the stallion seemed perturbed.
“Might wanna save that money sir, you might be needing it in the future. I just want to ask before anything, what drew you to fillies?” the stallion impassable.
I snorted, chuckling “Hey you wouldn’t get it, maybe you’re smart, but no way do you make the cash I do every day. You have to work for it, the fact I’m breathing now means I’m making bits, thousands of them.”
The stallion sighed and looked back to the file. “I see you brought the condoms and the vodka, so I suppose it’s fair in saying that you would have carried through with your act if a 13-year-old girl had been here?” He asked with a hint of revulsion in his voice, though he hid his true feeling well.
I became weary now, this guy might have more than he let on. I’d overstayed my welcome anyway and decided it was time to get out.
“I have nothing left to say to you sir, I have the right to leave hmm? Trust me, you try and publish this, any of this, and I’ll put you down. I know a lot of people so please, when you’re ready to bargain, call me.”
I passed him my business card and fixed my suit. I looked back towards the door but the stallion stepped away from the kitchen counter and held up a hoof, stopping me, explaining “Sir… before you leave, one last thing.
I’m Chris Hansen with Dateline NPC, we’re doing a story on internet predators meeting young fillies, I’d just like to have your opinion-”
I was out of the kitchen already, grabbing my satchel as I went, cameras were shoved in my face as I growled. The damned Paparazzi had got me! This was beyond bad, who knows what they had on me!?
‘Shit Filthy, you’ve done it this time, could you not keep the hose pipe in the garden!?’ I slammed the door open and intended to leave hastily. Suddenly, a hoof grabbed me, a hoof cuff locking onto me as a stallion in blue, an officer of the law shouted “DOWN! DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!”
I wrenched my hoof away, snarling at the plebiscite, as he retaliated with forcing me to the ground, explaining my rights in my ear as more officers pulled my legs apart, checking my suit pockets and confiscating my bag.
“Hey! This is a mistake, I demand an attorney, a lawyer, this isn’t right! I’m an Equestrian citizen! Your jobs are over, your lives! I HAVE A WIFE AND KID!” I screamed like a mad pony, my suit dishevelled as I was pushed into a caged cart, brought round from the side of the house; a mare, my kids teacher already inside, looking saddened.
“I’ll get you Chris Hansen! Someday! If you think this is the last you’ve seen of Filthy Rich…
“Hey there sis,” my brother opened the door, coming in from a late night at the Cloudsdale Community College, where he’d been taking classes in carpentry. At least, that was what he was into this week, he’d probably change to knitting or something next week.
I didn’t bother to respond as he put his bag down and breathed deeply. His lanky form leant against the fridge which he then opened up, grabbing a carton of milk, drinking straight from the packaging. “Where’s Mom and Dad? Thought there’d be dinner waiting for me in the oven or something.”
I was not in the mood for his childish and immature ways right now, after the day I’d had, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to even answer him. I relented however and explained “They’re at the school, having a meeting with the principal… s-s-some kids today, w-were picking on me and…” I trailed off, not wanting to talk about it.
The memories of how they’d jumped me in the playground, chanting their sick and hurtful comments. ‘Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly!’ I sniffed, shuddering as I relived those horrid memories of today. I’d run to the bathrooms crying, after that it hadn’t been long before my parents had come to collect me. They took me home and spent the day kindly consoling me as they always did, only going in after my Father insisted.
Unfortunately, my brother wasn’t one to gave a darn about anypony other than himself, so he naturally reacted in the way I knew he would. “But I’m hungry!? It’s like 9pm, how can they still be at the school!? I mean, after a busy day of learning my future trade, I’d expect at least a meal and a loving embrace, instead I get bratty little sis and no dinner!”
Typical as always. It was always about him. “Zeph, I-I… It’s n-not my fault” I protested, but Zephyr seemed genuinely upset as he frowned, sitting down opposite me at the kitchen table.
He finished his milk and growled, “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been nice to you Flutter Butter; I mean, a big brother is a pony who looks out for his younger sibling, but with you, I’ve gone above and beyond the Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2.
He was selfish sure, but he could be mean when he wanted, and right now I didn’t want that, simply apologising “I-I’m s-sorry, I’m sure Mom will make you something later.”
He snorted and crushed the milk carton, seeming to have had a bad day himself as he flung it across the room.
“You know Flutters, I’m getting real tired of your attitude. Just cause you play the perfect daughter, the brilliant little star of the family doesn’t mean that you get to diss me!”
I decided that it was probably time to leave Zeph alone. Rising, I made for the stairs, not uttering a word of explanation as Zeph protested “Hey! Where you think you’re going!? We’re not done here!”
He followed behind me, seeming to trail my hooves as I looked back, my hair falling over my eyes, telling him, “I’m going to my room Z-Zeph,” my brother saying nothing as he followed behind me.
I stopped halfway up the staircase and demanded “Wh-What’s your deal? I-I’ve h-h-had a pretty bad d-day too, I just want to re-rest a b-bit. Surely you want some rest as well?”
He licked his lips, his form easily making me feel very small against him. I was tall for my age, but I was very under-developed. Many ponies called me names for my small wings. They called me deer legs for my lanky and thin hooves and criticised my skinny figure, calling me anorexic and ugly.
“You know… you’re a very… pretty little thing for a sister. Why you gotta make me mad Flutter Butter, don’t you know brothers and sisters gotta’… have love for each other?”
He tugged on my tail, causing me to ‘EEP’ as I quickly ascended a few more steps away from him, turning to face him.
“What are you-” I tried to ask but he leant forward, his thin lips touching mine as he kissed me. I’d seen my parents kiss before, I’d seen other ponies kiss before as well, but this was wrong and made me highly uncomfortable.
“Zeph… stop” I protested, blushing, but he seemed to get angry again, his dreamy and dazed look becoming a snarl as he roughly turned me around to face the front of the stairs.
He did something he’d never done before. He pushed me forwards. He’d always been mouthy, always been intolerant of others, but now he began to physically march me up the stairs, soliciting squeaks of protest from me as I was pushed towards my room, my little useless wings fluttering as I became fearful.
“Wh-What are y-you?” I tried to ask him something, but he wasn’t saying anything. His usual chatty, loudmouth ways were now reduced to impassive features as he threw open my bedroom door and pushed me inside.
It was like he was a completely different stallion as he pushed me onto the bed, locking the door behind him as suddenly his body was pressing up against my back. His mint green fur meshing against my yellow as my lip trembled, his body weight making it hard to breathe.
“You’re like a little pillow Flutter Butter, I gotta say, I’ve been thinking about this for some time. Now I reckon we have a little while before Mom and Dad get home, maybe I’ll skip dinner after all… play with ma… lil’ sister.”
I was so confused why he was hurting me, my wings pressed up against his belly made me feel cramped and highly uncomfortable.
“I-I’ll t-t-tell Mom!” I tried to warn, but his hoof came down on my neck, squeezing my windpipe as he growled. “You ain’t telling Mom, or Dad shit sis’, had enough of your little bitchin’ now it’s time for Zephy to have his fun… besides, you’ll probably enjoy yourself if you relax…”
I didn’t understand what he was talking about as he held me down and began to kiss my neck, smothering me with his lips. I was unsure why he was treating me like one of his mare-friends and squirmed and writhed on the bed.
Something pressed against my stomach and my ears went flat against my head… no… no that was his… he wasn’t going to? Impossible… h-h-he wouldn’t dare!?
I don’t know how many years it has been but I remember it like it was yesterday.
The first time my brother had expressed his love for me had been something special, even if I didn’t know it at the time. The feelings he gave me that night so long ago and all the other nights after, I’d learned to cherish as I grew up. I relished in them when I went into my teens, mourning them when I became too old for him to care about anymore.
Though his abandonment had hurt, I’d understood. Ponies like Zeph and I were mis-understood, kindred spirits. Some ponies loved the simple mare and stallion rule. Others loved stallion and stallion, others mare on mare…
Others had no particular preference, I suppose that was where I and Zeph differed. He loved only the fillies, he’d once told me. I, on the other hoof, had developed several unusual tastes, including my lust for animals, but alas another story for another time.
Looking out across the street I was weary, after all this was illegal by the standards of the law and I was cautious as I always was when I did this kind of thing.
It seemed fine, two hours had passed and nopony had walked by looking shady or like the authorities.
It was surprising how little the law knew about ponies like us. How free we were to run amok these days with the new technology fillies and colts and ourselves used. Not that I minded, it made it so much easier to meet new lovers and friends.
I cared not for their gender, only that they were sweet, kind and willing to tolerate my age. As little Cherry Fizz had.
I’d first contacted the sweet pink filly when she was talking on a forum under the username ‘FlutterButter21.’ She seemed nice, her picture showing her as a sweet little 11-year-old filly and after a few video calls, we’d agreed to meet up and talk about what she was currently going through.
The poor dear, like I’d been, was confused about her sexuality. Alone and with no friends or brothers and sisters to help ease the tension in her, I knew it was my mission to tutor her and help her understand what true love and friendship was.
Her house seemed nice. Though I’d lived outside Ponyville for years, I’d never been here specifically and as I trotted up and knocked on the door, her sweet little voice called out, beckoning me in.
I was hesitant as I looked through the window. After seeing a blurry pink figure waiving me in, I hesitantly went inside and paced up to the kitchen counter in the main room.
There was nopony here now, but before I had a chance to ask, her voice called out once again. “Hey! Sorry about that, but I was getting changed. Did you bring all the… toys!?” she asked enthusiastically.
“No,” I murmured quietly as I was getting a little weary, making my way over to the archway in the side of the kitchen. I was shocked when I suddenly spotted cameras and a brown stallion holding a red file waiting for me instead of Cherry Fizz.
‘I should have known,’ I thought as I put my head down, squee’d and promptly ran towards the exit, my wings fluttering fiercely as I burst out the door before anypony could catch me.
However, it wasn’t enough as I felt a hoof cuff swipe onto one of my back legs, followed by a white Pegasi Police officer, tackling me mid-air.
I dropped to the ground with a mewl of pain as an officer stretched out my forehooves, my tail going between my legs as my eyes teared up in pain, both inside and out.
“GET DOWN NOW!” one of the officers yelled at me as another set of cuffs popped onto my hooves.
“I-I-I wasn’t” I protested, but realised I needed to shut up as my rights were read to me. The chat was vague and I hadn’t been in the house long. They surely had nothing on me.
A police cart with a makeshift cage at the back trundled forwards, pulled by two officers with what looked like Cheerilee, the local teacher and some other smartly dressed stallion inside, the first looking sad and the latter angry at everything.
I kept my cool, crying lightly as I was led into the cage, the officers explaining how I would be taken for processing later. I didn’t see what the big deal was. After all, I only wanted to help the poor dear.
I wiped my brow as the dazzling sunlight laid into my fur, causing me to sweat buckets as I worked on bucking some more apples from the tree I’d sidled up to. Working the fields was one of the only times I was really at peace. Many ponies thought that I held my own thoughts as I bucked apples, but they couldn’t be further from the truth.
In reality I didn’t think whilst I worked. I got on with it, bucking apples, carrying apples, stocking apples. It was back breaking manual labour, but then they didn’t call me Big Mac for no reason and I’d developed quite the form for it.
It was all the other times, the times I wasn’t working that I got in my own head. The memories and the thoughts flooded my mind, back when Maw and Paw were alive. It made me sad to think that today was the anniversary of the day they passed from this world. Applejack didn’t really remember it. Granny Smith did everything in her power to try and forget but I always made a point to remember what it had been like when they were alive.
We buried Maw and Paw at the end of the first orchard that Sweet Apple Acres had ever reared.
Granny, Applejack and I promised from an early age we wouldn’t take Applebloom there until she was old enough. In fact we never really discussed Maw and Paw, between ourselves and Applebloom, but I’d been visiting them a lot recently. I had a lot to talk about and they seemed to be the only ones I could tell.
A lot of ponies believed in the afterlife, but I didn’t. I hoped at least there was no such thing, as if I were to die today my parents would shame me and I would likely never see them for the sins I’ve wanted to and already committed. I’ve been having these feelings towards colts for a long time now. I felt that if there was an afterlife they would be disappointed by the fact I’d acted on these feelings before now. Liking stallions was bad enough but the fact I liked colts…
It started a few years back, when Applejack was a teenager and began bucking apples, looking after Applebloom and making sure Granny could handle things on the farm. I was the only one representing Sweet Apple Acres back then at all our family reunions. Every year, as always I’d go on down to the reunions to ‘mingle’ or at least show that our branch of the family still cared about the wider family.
I was of course always quiet, which I suppose defeated the purpose of me attending. A young stallion who hadn’t had the luxury of lazing around or attending school I didn’t converse or introduce myself, contenting to stand at the sidelines and mull over things as I watched proceedings, dances and other events.
I had a lot of different thoughts but it was at the fourth reunion that I began to think about my, younger cousins.
I had been attending these things all over Equestria for a few years and they were the same old cousins. I’d seen many of them grow from toddlers into fine young colts but I never really thought about how they looked. Their little hooves, cute flanks, their curves really made me feel… something I’d never ever felt before. Granny had explained in her way what sex was to me. My parents had died just before they deemed me old enough to know and no offence to Granny but her basics were quite outdated.
She told me that when a mare and a stallion felt something between one another, that was called love and that ponies in love would go out on dates and after a while proceed to make love and thus create foals. I realised that my younger cousins were quite beautiful over those reunions. They were happy, playing with one another, jumping on top of the others and wrestling in the dirt. A childhood I had never had I suppose. I learnt later from exploring the library in Ponyville that a stallion could love another stallion, it didn’t specify colts but naturally it wasn’t hard for me to understand that older ponies couldn’t have relationships with younger. Personally I didn’t see what what was wrong with age gaps. After all my Aunt and Uncle Orange were 6 years apart in age and they were happily married with a colt on the way. At the next Reunion I paid more attention to my younger cousins than before. I began to play with them, it made sense I guess, the next step befriending them as the rest of the family saw this as me coming out of my shell.
I had comments from one particular stallion, a 1st cousin that I was particularly good with kids. Around the same age as me he was a blonde stallion, my Uncle’s son. His name was Braeburn and after that Reunion we became best friends for life. Braeburn and I talked over young colts. I don’t know how he found out my attraction but I’ll never forget the first time he called me out on it. “Hey cousin, I see that you’re gettin’ awful friendly with the 2nd cousins… the colts in particular” he began, making my ears shoot up and my eyes widen as he giggled, wrapping a hoof round my neck as he whispered “Foolin’ them maybe, but ya’ ain’t foolin’ me. If you wanna go all the way with a colt, you’ll come round the barn in an hour.”
I did as he ordered and that night changed my life forever. Back when Braeburn’s younger brother was alive he had been very compliant with his older sibling. He looked up to him like he was a God and when I got a taste of how a God lived I had to say that I was jealous. Jealous I had no brother. Jealous that Braeburn lived on the otherside of Equestria.
We met like this every Reunion, even if it wasn’t in his hometown we found a way to fool around. Sometimes only the two of us, but over a few years when his brother was present… the things we did to him. It was understandable why I hoped there was no such thing as an afterlife.
Eventually it ended, after he became a young teen, about the age I was when my parents died. Apparently he was found hung from his own, windowsill. Suicide was almost non-existent in Equestria, so it shocked everypony, not just his parents. He hadn’t left any kind of note why he’d done it, but me and Brae knew.
We never met up for our romps again, and never discussed him.
That was 5 years ago and now the feelings I’d felt then… I needed them more than anything. It wasn’t as easy as it was with Brae though. I had no younger colt siblings and I couldn’t leave far from Sweet Apple Acres.
A month back however when Applejack was given that new fangled computor device, I began using it with her permission. The interwebs opened my eyes to how many lonely stallions there were out there like me.
However, I wasn’t in search of stallion companionship and began searching on these forum things they called them, talking to others like me and young colts under the screen name ‘GenericRedColt.’
I found a young colt in my area more than willing to meet somepony my age. He called himself Buttermash, but he said his name was really Button. He lived alone with his Mom and his estrange Father, and said that he had always found colts to be immature and that he was more attracted to stallions than mares.
I naturally engaged him, intending to mentor him as I had never been as a colt. I started by simply asking him if he was involved with law, a simple tactic to make sure that my conversation wouldn’t be monitored by any snooping parents or otherwise. I then asked him about the other kids at school, whether he had a brother or touched himself. The little twink hadn’t done anything before, and I knew then that I had struck gold. I knew that he would be the one.
Using a thing called a web camera, I made him understand why I was called ‘Big Mac,’ posting a picture of my large stallionhood for him to enjoy.
He was naturally mesmerised, why wouldn’t he be? It was probably the biggest thing he’d ever seen or would see in his life.
I asked him what he knew about love and sex. He was a complete and total novice. I knew that I had to teach him everything I knew… get him ready for what my final goal intended.
I sent a picture of myself masturbating, sending several videos of myself and other stallions jacking off to the sweet view of stallion porn.
He was overwhelmed but turned on, and I could tell there and then that I had him.
A colt that I could exploit for my own use was all mine and there was nothing anypony could do about it.
It was only a few weeks after we’d met that I found myself outside his home. His Mother was out for the day, leaving me to play with my new toy…
I’d brought it all. Condoms, alcohol and a very nice sized dildo that we could play with. I would start him out easy, I didn’t want to scare him or break him like Brae’s brother… this would be something that we’d both enjoy for many years to come.
Trotting up to the door, I feared for a brief moment that his parents were in, knocking clearly, I was reassured when his high pitched voice called, “Hey come on in. I made cookies just sit right down and I’ll be right with ya’ in a minute.”
Trotting through the living area to the kitchen the smell of the cookies hit me and I could only think how lucky I was.
A colt, basically a babe was ready for me in the next room and we were about to spend all day making sweet, sexy love.
I placed my stuff on the table and said nothing, taking a bite, I was shocked and astounded when a brown pony in a rather smart suit, entered through the archway, leading out of the kitchen.
I remained calm, chewing on the delicious treat as he asked, “Enjoying that?” making my heart skip a beat in fear, though I expressed nothing.
I made to stand but he shook his head, gesturing “Why not take a seat over there?” pointing to the stool by the kitchen counter. I knew already he was with the guard, or law enforcement or whatever and sat down, knowing that to disobey would mean pain and punishment.
I made sure to remain silent, I mean how much did he really have on me? Whatever it was, I had to ensure I kept my responses to a minimum. I was distraught really. Where was Button? Had he ever existed? Was this his Father? No, more likely a cop or something. Either way I knew I was in trouble and stayed still, hoping that this wouldn’t end in jail time.
“So then… ‘Genericredcolt,’ you’re here to meet a 13 year old boy for sex? Can I just ask why, a guy… with a family and a respectable job and position in this community… would want to have sex with a 13 year old colt?” he asked me, prompting me to keep my lips shut.
Staring at him in despair, my ears fell flat against my head as he sighed, flicking over a red folder he’d brought with him… the contents I could only guess as he asked “You say here you brought condoms, you ask about the size of his genitals and whether he has pubic hair… you ask if he’s ever done anal sex and if he’d like you to teach him… everything here points to you pursuing this boy for sexual relations with a 13 year old, is that true?”
It was like he had a window into my little screwed up world. I choked, coughing as I began to breathe heavily, resting my head in my hooves as I stared at those damned cookies, in a way thankful there wasn’t really a colt here to greet me. “Can I just ask you straight… what were you doing?” the stallion asked me in a curious tone, at least straight to the point as I shook my head, wondering all the ways my life was going to change when he slapped those hoof cuffs on me.
“You talk about how you’re bringing condoms and a toy for him. What’s in the bag Mr Macintosh…?” the stallion looking at me with eyes akin to that of a predator, stalking a prey he knew he’d encircled.
I pulled the bag away, mumbling “Condoms…” before blushing and burying my head in my hooves, mumbling “I’m so stupid,” knowing that I was the biggest idiot alive. I mean how had I let this happen? I had worried about ponies spying on me and now it was clear I had been under investigation from the get go.
Who would look after the orchard? What would my family think? All these questions scared me as he read out every dirty little thing that I’d wanted to do to Button, the colt having probably never even existed as I tried not to cry.
“Are you going to arrest me Officer?” I asked when he came to a close on the filth I’d discussed, the stallion seemingly taken aback as he questioned “You believe me to be law enforcement?” Further confusing me as he folded the file up, sighing “I have something to admit… You see I’m Chris Hansen with Dateline NPC, and we’re doing a story of stallions who try and meet young colts and fillies online.” I stared ahead at him blankly, as cameras came out, mounted on tripods atop stallions backs, clad in crew uniform as his mouth seemed to move in slow motion.
I watched as I was captured as the freak I was… the monster nobody would ever trust again. I sighed, saying nothing as I knew that although I wasn’t going to be arrested, I was never going to live the life I had prior.
“You’re free to leave as you wish,” I heard him say, making me shake my head even more. Although I’d be walking out today, I would be leaving a part of myself behind. I made a promise to never do this again… to pursue the feel of a young stallion beneath me. It was a sickness that from now on I would control. After a few minutes I rose slowly, the cameras circling me as I thanked him, grabbing my bag and heading towards the exit with my head hung low. This had been the worst hour of my life as I shouldered past the door, intending to head home and sleep for a week, thanking the Gods that he was a journalist and not law enforcement.
Of course I never got that far, a hoof cuff, slapping over my forehoof as I was forced to the ground, a stallion above me in blue screaming “GET ON THE GROUND!” making me whimper.
I was strong enough to overpower him, but with a taser thrust against my ribs, I decided against it as I was lead away. I was tossed in a cage with a few other offenders it seemed, including the Mayor, my one time false love, the mare Cheerilee and a local business pony looking at me with a solemness we all understood.
