> A Foal Paradise
>  by MrSnuggle
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> 1 Year Ago
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"Whatcha lookin' at, Anon?" A small voice that belonged to my favorite foal said behind me as she laid down on my bed.

"Nothing much, just thinking," I replied as I continued to stare at the beautiful starry night sky out of the bedroom window.

We were both in my favorite room, at my favorite time of each day... or should I say night?

I was Anonymous. The ruler and master of all of Equestria.

And as I said that to myself earlier this week (it was a Saturday currently), I thought, how would one truly know how I came to be? How I arrived in this world and took control just for the sake of my fantasies.

And a brilliant thought came to my mind a few hours ago. Why don't I write a book? 

Rather than foals being told the wrong stories from their parents, or myself having to tell the truth myself, why don't I make a storybook about my time here in Equestria.

I turned to my favorite foal and smiled kindly. "Would you like to help me out? You're good at English right?"

And that's how this book started.

Whether you're here to masturbate, or if you're curious as to what truly happened. Or maybe you're even just looking to read a good story, (although you'll be the judge of that.) 

Perhaps you've come to hate me for my actions and decided to start this story just to rip it apart? Or maybe you wish to follow the same path as me, and wish to fuck every cute thing you find in this universe?

Shall we start?





It all started about a year ago when I've grown accustomed to living with the ponies.

I owned a decently sized house, about as big as Rarity's boutique. It was built with the help of Applejack and Apple Bloom. Applejack felt pity that I didn't have my own private space, seeing as I was living with Twilight in her big castle. So she brought together some tools, wood, and bricks and in the span of a month a brand new house was built for me with the help of her little sister and the occasional passerby.

Apple Bloom was adorable. She was as much help as Applejack was and her desire to assist me overweighed the desire to help her sister. I thought it seemed she admired me but she was probably curious about the 5'11 human living in her town. We had conversations while we worked and I told her all about my own universe and she told me some interesting stuff as well. Like how she was a Cutie Mark Crusader with two of her friends, some of her adventures, her favorite things to eat and stuff like that.

It was the first time I truly interacted with a foal.

I had to stop myself from hugging her and keeping her close. She was just too cute to bear.

The nights after our conversations were weird for me at first. All I could think about before sleep was Apple Bloom and her cute body and personality. The one thing that really got me confused and horny was that my mind kept drifting to her more... explicit parts.

It took me weeks if not months to confirm, but after some time, I accepted the fact that I was attracted to her, or rather, her body. One would think I would be sad or disappointed towards myself. But really, I can't deny who I really am.

Does anyone control their school crushes, or if they're attracted to the same gender or not? Not really. Nothing, dead or alive, can force someone to be attracted to something they're not.

So I couldn't help but be attracted to her. And ever since that conclusion, I couldn't help but stare at other foals a bit... naughtily at times. And that was when I realized I was not specifically attracted to Apple Bloom alone, like a crush, but I was attracted to foals like how teenage boys love women with big titties back on Earth. I was definitely a perverted pedophile... or is it a foalphile? I don't know. And frankly, I didn't care. I wasn't a pedo back home, and since no one on Earth will read this it won't matter anyway.

I slowly began to notice that I had certain fetishes when it came to foals. It ranged from me fantasizing about bondage to anal and even their small hind legs. I masturbated nearly every night, switching from foal to foal and fetish to fetish every session in my fantasies as I jerked off.

Soon enough, masturbating wasn't enough for me. There wasn't any satisfaction in ejaculating towards a dream, a thought, a desire. I wanted to hold a foal close and love them. I wanted to hold them down and slam into them while they moan and scream. I wanted to tie them down and spank them for being naughty. And I knew I had to do something about my needs.

And I'm guessing you readers know what this is leading to.

If not, I was going to have to have actual sex with a foal. I had to.

Did this mean I have to rape one? Maybe, depending on the foal. But I had a reputation I had to keep in order to live. I wasn't going to get caught raping anyone, let alone an innocent filly or colt.

So that meant I couldn't take any risks. I had to plan this carefully. The ponies weren't like any other animal any human has ever come across. They were as intelligent, if not more so, than humans. If the ponies, or worse, the princesses found out that I was both raping and hurting innocent foals I don't want to know what they would do to me.

I didn't want to murder anyone... even if it's to keep my secrets safe. I may be a foal predator but I'm not a killer. So murder was not an answer.

There was one great option I found out about when coming across my basement. It was a secret basement I had made by Starlight, which I then made her remove her own memories so that no one would know. The only reason she went through with it was that I was a good persuader. Long story short, we both like keeping secrets safe.

No one knew, not even Applejack or Apple Bloom, who helped build my home. I could keep anything or anyone down there and no one would even think to look there because they don't even know it exists.

I worked hard during the following month of figuring everything out. I got a bunch of things together, like wall proofing materials, locks, beds for the foals I take. I even managed to get some changeling stone from the ancient throne some Queen used to protect her hive. Apparently, no magic other than a changeling's will work around it. With the help of a close metalworking shop, I made some pieces into a ring just big enough to fit around a foals magical horn, sort of like a bondage toy for ponies. I hoped that it would work, but even if it didn't, I was still stronger than any filly or colt's magic with my pure human strength. And I'm pretty sure none of them learned to teleport as crazy as Twilight.

So after planning for so long and getting my basement ready, I had to find a foal to take. Or foals.

While getting everything together back home, I made myself friends with the Cutie Mark Crusaders; three adorable fillies including Apple Bloom. No one thought anything suspicious of it, because it was all about "The Magic of Friendship" in Equestria.

Stupid fucks, they didn't know about the Power of Hormones.

I also wondered why any of their past ancient villains haven't tried this before, using their own weapon against them. It's so cliché, but the reason some things are cliché are because they're mostly just that good.

I went through another straight month of being friends and bonding with the three. And even if it was an act for a bigger objective, they weren't that bad to be around. Other than their cuteness of course. 

I went on crusader missions with them, helped them out from time to time, played with them. Took them out to eat. Some ponies even called me their surrogate big brother. And speaking of siblings, the three are like sisters, and I find it freaking adorable.

I let them inside my house sometimes. Not in the basement of course, not yet anyway. I needed to make sure they felt safe in the house, so later on if I asked any of them to enter it would be like entering another one their own homes.

I gave it a week after I thought they were comfortable with me, and after checking everything to make sure my plan was ready, I gave myself the green light. And I was so excited.

First, I had to wait for everyone who were close to the Crusaders to be busy or away, which would be easy. Apple Bloom's family was always working on their farm, their sisters are always going on adventures and stupid shit like that, and Sweetie Belle's parents are always traveling around Equestria.

Equestria must be a really peaceful place, or these ponies are really retarded if you're leaving your innocent kids alone away from home.

Starting the first phase of my plan, I made sure to make the afternoon the perfect weather.

I got ahold of the weather plans from the mayor, and I knew she doesn't remember them by heart because she told me all about planning a months worth of weather six months prior. While she wasn't looking, I swapped the real weather schedule with a fake one, nearly identical with just one difference. An hour-long thunderstorm around Seven O'clock this afternoon.

It was very important that the storm was raging at seven because the Crusaders finish their crusading exactly at that time on Saturdays. And today, they went to Zecora's hut in the Everfree forest, and the only way to back to their homes would be to pass my house.

Zecora usually leads them out of the forest safely before heading back to her home, and after she's gone, that's when the plan comes together.

It was around Six-Fifty when I noticed light rain falling. In minutes there will be thunder and lightning crashing down with raging winds and cold rain. Their only source of safety would be in my house, which they trust wholeheartedly with the many sleepovers they had here. 

I watched with anticipation as the storm picked up, and I noticed everyone running inside and the pegasi flying back to their station across Ponyville. My heart was beating much faster as I finally noticed three colorful things running towards me down the Ponyville streets. No one was outside to see them, their last guardian was heading back home deep in the Everfree Forest, and no one knew where they were.

Except for me.

I threw my door open and called out to them, ushering them inside when they rushed over happily and closed the door, making sure to lock it with the magical lock I bought.

I closed the last blind to make the inside of my house officially unseeable from the outside.

First off, I had to make sure they felt safe. Of course, they already did, but I had to put on my big brother act one more time. I told them to get upstairs and shower, and they complied happily, Scootaloo asking for a bubble bath.

After I made sure they were clean and well fed, I told them I had something really cool I wanted to show them, and they became oh-so innocently curious.

We walked to my living room where there were three large bookshelves in front of my couch. I told them how I had a secret that nopony could ever know, and made them Pinkie Promise not to tell anybody.

They all did the Pinkie Promise signs and I opened the rightmost bookshelf like a door, revealing a stairway downwards, lit by lights as you go down.

They woahed and were curious to know what it was. Especially Apple Bloom, who, of course, didn't remember digging out a basement for me.

I told them to follow me, and after I locked the bookshelf behind me and all three of them were at the bottom of the steps, it was game over for them.

I acted as if I remembered something, "Oh, that's right I completely forgot!" They looked at me in confusion as I pulled out my special ring.

"What's that?" Sweetie asked me in her squeaky voice. Funny how it was her to ask out of the three.

I stepped forward to her and kneeled down, she didn't protest as I gently slid the ring down her horn until it couldn't go down anymore, all the while Sweetie adorably looked up at it in curiosity.

"Try using your magic." I simply said.

She did, and raised a brow when she couldn't, the same went for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Her magic would appear at the bottom of her horn, but it would stop flowing once it hit the stone.

"What's that?" Scootaloo asked.

"Thank you. Letting me put that ring on your horn..."

I smiled at them, and for the first time, they saw it as creepy.

"...was your final mistake."