> Temptuous Tart
>  by Some Leech
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> or Sinful Sweet
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“Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaze,” the slightly pudgy pink mare whined, grinning from ear to ear up at the man

Anon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best not to come off as overly annoyed. “What about the Cakes - any of the Cakes? Your parents or sisters? Heck, how about the other Elements?” he groaned.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cake are way too old - the same goes for Mom and Dad. Marble and Lime are too far away and there isn’t time to get them here, so that rules them out. Pumpkin Cake is looking after Pound Cake - he’s got a nasty cold. And I just can’t ask the girls to do it; they’re going to be on the cruise with me!” Pinkie lamented. Sinking to the ground, clasping her forehooves together in supplication, her pleading eyes met his. “Pretty please, Anon, you’re my only hope. I Pinkie promise that I’ll make you whatever sweets you want for a week - no, a month if you look after him!”

Staring down at her pitiful face, Anon felt his resolve withering. Pinkie always had been kind and friendly to him, and it wasn’t her fault that a monkey wrench had been thrown in her plans, so turning her down wouldn’t be easy. She’d likely extend a helping hoof without a second thought, had the tables been turned, which only bolstered his reluctant drive to help her with the strange deed. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped.

“Alright,” he grumbled, “what do you need me to do.”

“Just look after Li'l Cheese for the week. I’ve packed everything you’ll need, including snacks, his favorite games, blankets, pillows, and even the bits for food. He’s super duper well behaved and I’m sure he’ll be the bestest little colt for good ‘ol uncle Anon,” she explained, hopping gleefully in place.

The mare’s words did little to quell Anon’s growing unease. Firstly, he’d only ever met Li'l Cheese once or twice in passing, so the notion of him being uncle Anon was a laughable one. Secondly, and more troublingly, he had no experience with foal sitting; if pony youths were anything like human children, he’d probably have one hell of a time managing the colt - which led to his third concern: he’d always presumed the young pony was a girl.

In the grand scheme of things, the tyke’s sex didn’t have much bearing on the issue at hand - hell, if anything, the news was actually a bit comforting. If he had to guess, looking after a colt would be a bit easier and make him less uncomfortable than looking after a filly. Fond, distant memories of his youth came flooding back to him, of playing card games and listening to the older men in his family telling him stories. Despite himself, he smiled and wondered if he could have the same impact on the young horse.

Nodding down at her, he made up his mind. “So when do you need me to -”

“Right now is just fine. Here!” Pinkie exclaimed, cutting him off. Reaching out of view, she produced two stuffed duffel bags. “I’ve got everything you need in here! I’m sure you’ll be fine, Anon. Have fun and try not to lose him like that time we did in Ghastly Gorge!” she shouted, turning tail and galloping off into the distance.

Anon stared down at the massive canvas bags, too awestruck by her immediate and unforeseen departure to do otherwise. Then it hit him, something which shook him from his stupor and sent his pulse racing. He glanced around for a fleeting second, before gasping.

“Pinkie!” he shouted, watching the mare flee into the distance, “where’s the damn -?!”

“I’m right here!” a voice chirped, causing him to peer downward.

One of the twin bags writhed and squirmed on the ground, before the zipper seemingly undid itself. Like something out of a magic act, a small, colorful shape burst from the duffel, did a flip, and landed before him. Though it’d been a year or two since he’d last seen the pony, there was no mistaking it was Pinkie Pie’s progeny. 

The tiny horse, minus the afro-like hair, was only tall enough to reach his knee. Bearing a daffodil colored coat, harlequin green eyes, and an exceptionally poofy, taffy colored mane and tail, he looked like a recolored, younger, sex-swapped version of his mom - at least, that’s what Anon presumed Pinkie would have looked like at his age. With stubby little legs, stout body, and a cheerful face, the lad grinned up at him.

“Uncle Anon!” Li'l Cheese joyously cried, leaping forward and clinging to the man’s leg.

“H...hey, little guy,” Anon stammered, still unpacking the bizarre situation. Bending at the waist, carefully removing the colt from his lower extremity, he set the pint-sized pony down before himself.

“I’m not ‘little guy’, I’m Li'l Cheese!” he clarified, frowning ever so slightly. “And I heard what you said earlier…”

“I...what?” the man blurted, uncertain of the tyke meant.

Looking from side to side, Cheese leaned in and angled his muzzle towards Anon’s ear. “You said a swear,” he whispered conspiratorially.

“Oh - uh - f...fudge. Don’t tell your mom,” Anon groaned. He’d only been at it for less than a minute and he’d already managed to fuck up once and narrowly avoided a second expletive.

Cheese retracted his head and stared him in the eye. “Don’t tell mom?” he repeated, his tone unnervingly even.

“Just - Ugh,” Anon grumbled, facepalming. Reminiscing on one particularly vulgar and kindhearted great uncle he had on earth, he hastily enacted a plan. “Look, I’m the super cool uncle. What happens here, stays here - you got it?”

Though it was a brazen and supremely irresponsible sounding declaration, it wasn’t like he had any intention of cursing or misbehaving in front of the youth. He may accidentally let a cuss slip here or there, despite his best efforts, so establishing himself as the awesome bipedal uncle would help him cover his ass. Cheese’s smile broadened and his eyes went alight, apparently buying the act hook, line, and sinker.

“I...I sometimes say bad words too!” he glanced around a second time, ensuring nobody was within ear shot. “Heck,” he boldly murmured.

“Oh man, that is pretty impressive!” Anon chuckled.

“A...and sometimes I do naughty stuff I ought not to, but I’m always super sneaky about it,” Cheese continued, waggling his eyebrows at his caretaker.

“Well I hope you don’t give me too much trouble,” the man asserted, standing to his full height and affixing his tiny guest with the best ‘oh you’ look he could muster.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do any bad stuff without you,” the colt snickered, as his eyes wandered up and down his host’s frame.

Anon’s brow furrowed the slightest bit, at hearing the minuscule stallion’s statement; he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why, but something about it struck him as off. Shaking his head, dispelling the thought, he stooped down and grabbed one bag in each hand. It was already pretty late in the afternoon, so the first order of business would be to get his guest unpacked and settled in.

“Come on, little dude. I’ll give you a tour,” he huffed, turning around and walking through the front door.

Strolling through his living room and towards his bedchamber, he moved through his apartment. It wasn’t the biggest place but, all things considered, it suited his needs just fine. His job at the Ponyville bowling alley didn’t pay enough for him to afford a more spacious place to live, though he really didn’t need one. His pad may have been relatively tiny, yet he was happy to call it home.

“Ok,” he grunted, easing the pair of duffels by the foot of his bed, “you can sleep in here.”

Cheese surveyed the room for a moment, before he peered up at the man. “But this is your room, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is, but you can crash in here for the week. I’ll sleep on the sofa in the living room,” Anon noted, pointing towards the den.

“Hmmmmm,” the colt hummed, trotting over and hopping atop the mattress. Slowly turning in place, examining the cushioned surface, he only stopped when he eventually faced the man. “I don’t see why you’d want to sleep on a couch. There’s plenty of room on this big ‘ol mattress for the two of us! Plus I’m super tiny and my mom says I’m a little cuddle monster!”

Truthfully speaking, there probably wasn’t any harm in sharing his bed with the lad. Cheese was an earth pony and, as such, remarkably robust; even if he did end up rolling over on the little pony, he doubted he’d do any harm whatsoever. After thinking for a second, Anon shrugged.

“Sure, why not. Let’s get your stuff sorted out then maybe we can get a bite to eat. Your mom said there were some bits in here,” he remarked, squatting down to unload his guest’s cargo.

Digging into the first duffel, Anon discovered a treasure trove of toiletries: towels, wash cloths, soap, shampoo, conditioner, a spare blanket, and pillow. All the common travel accoutrements were there - that was, until he happened upon across a singular item. Lifting the item, reading the label, he recoiled. For some reason, he’d stumbled upon a bottle of lube.

“What’s that?” Cheese asked, peering up at the man.

“Probably something your mom accidentally threw in there, don’t worry about it,” Anon muttered, shifting his focus to the other bag.

To his surprise, the second duffel seemed to only contain a multitude of one particular garment. Socks - socks of every conceivable color, material, size, and shape. Most of the damn things were long and striped, although a few were more conventional. Rifling through the articles, he uncovered a lone fishnet legging.

Pursing his lips in consternation, his eyes swept over to the colt. The little bugger smiled innocently up at him, giving him a moment for pause. The lube he could understand, if Pinkie had been in a rush to pack her son’s effects, but be damned if he could explain why there was a scandalous legging with the colt’s possessions.

“What’s up with all the socks?” he inquired, keeping his tone even.

Without saying a word, Cheese dove into the bag and disappeared amidst the colorful apparel. The duffel writhed and wiggled about for a few seconds, before the colt sprang into view. Adorned in a mismatched quartet of the socks, he proudly stood on his hind legs and displayed his attire.

“I’ve always liked them! They’re warm, soft, and my mom says I’m extra adorable in them!” Cheese declared.

Staring down at the colt, Anon had to admit, the little guy was pretty damn cute - still, he was curious about why a small fishnet legging would be in the lad’s possession. Snatching up the suspect article, a tiny hoof shot forth and quickly stayed his hand. He paused, looking to his guest’s face.

“That’s my special sock,” the young stallion cooed.

“Special?” Anon reflexively parroted, piquing a brow.

Plucking the mesh garment from the man’s grip, Cheese hopped out of the bag and onto the open floor. Kicking one hind leg out, removing the sock around the limb, he smoothly donned the brightly colored article. Turning away, presenting his behind to his host, he grinned impishly over his shoulder.

“It makes me feel special,” he purred, balancing on three hooves and extending his newly adorned leg.

Intentional or not, there was no denying how utterly risque the scene was. Anon’s mouth went dry, as he gazed at the colt’s rump. The way the socks and leggings delicately dug into his supple thighs, just below his rather generous backside, was a bit unnerving. Shaking his head, hoping to dispel the inappropriate thoughts creeping into his mind, he got to his feet.

So long as Pinkie was aware of her son’s activities, having purchased him the items at some point or another, he couldn’t pass any sort of judgement, although he wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation. Cheese did have his cutie mark, a sign that he was old enough to make a good number of decisions for himself, which also factored into the equation. In the end, he decided to move on with their afternoon and not make an issue of it.

“I’ll go put your stuff in the bathroom, if you want to get your socks arranged. Once you’re done, we can go get some dinner,” he flatly stated, plodding off to the restroom with one of the two bags.

“Okey dokey lokey!” Cheese cheerfully responded, giving him a salute.

It didn’t take Anon long to get all the lad’s toiletries unpacked and arranged, setting some of the items beside his bathtub and arranging the towels in his closet. At the bottom of the duffel, as Pinkie had promised, he uncovered a small sack of bits. Palming the pouch and counting its contents, he strolled back into his bedroom. “Alright I think we have enough to-”

“You found my coin purse!” Cheese exclaimed, cutting him off and causing him to look up.

Standing on his bed, facing away from him, he was greeted by an unabashed view of the colt’s backside. With his chest pressed to the mattress, and his hind legs slightly splayed, the lad was meticulously sorting and folding his treasure trove socks. Nestled between the small stallion’s thighs, beneath the cleft of his tush, was the darkened bump of his package.

Anon went rigid, unsure of how to handle the situation. Staring at the plump and downright sinfully curvy ass, despite himself, his loins stirred. Regardless of age or sex, there was simply no denying how captivating the sight was. It was only when a soft giggle graced his ears that he was able to shake himself from the bewitching spell.

“So - uh - where do you want to eat?” he asked, hoping to change the subject.

Jumping from the mattress, Cheese excitedly scampered over to him. “Oh! Can we go to the Hayburger?”

“Sounds like a plan! That place is my favorite,” Anon smiled, leaning over to tussle the colt’s fluffy hair. Considering it was the hour for dinner, the timing couldn’t be better. “Let’s go get some grub.”

Anon led the way, through his home and to his front door, with the colt sticking close to him. Seeing himself out and locking up behind himself, he walked along the dirt road. Besides being one of the only eateries in town, the Hayburger had some damn good food; ever since they opened the School of Friendship, the place even started serving a few meat dishes! In a matter of minutes, the restaurant came into view.

“Mom says you work at the bowling alley?” Cheese asked, rushing up beside him.

“Yup, been working there since I found myself in Ponyville. It doesn’t pay much, but I get to play games for free and I think I’ve met everyone in town at least once,” Anon responded.

“How long have you been here? Auntie Twilight said that you came from a place called Earth,” the colt openly wondered, apparently curious about the man.

“I’ve been here for…” Anon began, doing a silent tally. “Nearly a year now, I think.”

“I’m kinda surprised you don’t have a marefriend already. You’re just so big and strong,” Cheese commented.

Anon didn’t reply, opting instead to give an indifferent shrug. Though he’d considered trying his hand at the dating game, he’d never given it an honest swing. At first, it was because the thought of courting a pastel equine wasn’t really on his radar; as time passed, and he found himself increasingly pent up and pining for contact, the thought had become increasingly appealing.

It wasn’t like he was in a rush to get some action from one of his quadrupedal countrymen, so he was willing to wait. If and when he eventually crossed that line, presumably with someone who he meshed well with, he presumed he wouldn’t have any problems. Since he was stuck in Equestria, possibly forever, it was probably only a matter of time until he stuck his dick in a marshmallow horse.

“No marefriend, huh? Well I’m sure you’ll find your special somepony,” Cheese reassuringly noted, patting the man’s leg.

“How about you, you have a marefriend?” Anon countered, content to learn more about his charge.

“Nah,” the tyke dismissively waved. “I don’t have a special somepony either - besides, I like guys.”

The nonchalance of Cheese’s admission, while a bit surprising, was something Anon had been getting accustomed to. Unlike with humans, ponies universally accepted courtship or sexual interest in the same sex; it was one of the things which he found refreshingly pleasant about Equestria - even if he didn’t swing that way himself.

“I bet you’ll find someone who’s perfect for you,” Anon remarked, moving towards the entrance of the cafe.

“I’m not too worried about it,” Cheese mused, his eyes wandering up the man’s frame.

Dismissing the comment, as they arrived at their destination, Anon absentmindedly nodded. Strolling up to the building, holding the door open for his pint-sized companion, he moved to the counter. “I’ll have a fish sandwich, large fries, and a lemonade,” he ordered, looking up at the menu. “He’s on my order too,” he added, hitching a thumb at the colt.

“I’ll have a hay burger, sweet potato fries, an orangeade, and - Um…” Cheese trailed off, pulling his host’s leg. “Can I get a dessert?”

“Sure, go nuts,” Anon chuckled, smiling down at the lad.

“And an extra large banana split,” the tyke concluded, hungrily licking his chops.

Digging into his pocket, Anon produced and began counting out the bits for their order. “Go grab us a table, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Cheese nodded, galloping off to secure them a seat. After paying for their order, Anon lounged by the counter for their purchase. In typical fast food style, their meals swiftly appeared on a dine-in tray. Platter in hand, he turned and surveyed the building’s interior for his charge. Seated in the corner, at one of the larger tables, was Cheese. Sauntering over and seating himself opposite the colt, he presented their dinner.

“You’re gonna eat all that?” he asked, eyeing the lad’s food. He wasn’t going to complain, since he hadn’t spent his money, but the young stallion had ordered a pretty big meal.

“Mah mwah mumma sphlit teh fundai wifh yu,” Cheese replied, through a mouthful of sweet potato fries.

Anon sat patiently, waiting for his guest to swallow. “Try that one more time.”

“I was gonna split the sundae with you,” the colt repeated, reaching for his burger.

Smiling, moved by the kind gesture, Anon set into his meal. For the most part, each of them ate in silence - too focused on wolfing down the greasy goodness to converse. It didn’t take either one long to scarf everything down - everything, that was, except the dessert. Looking over the crinkled sandwich wrappers and empty fry cartons, each eyed the sundae between them.

The man made the first move, reaching out to claim the lone cherry from atop the whip cream covered treat. Just as he pinched the stem of the fruit between his pointer and thumb, a muted whine caught his ear. Looking up to his guest’s face, he noticed the colt’s scrunched snout.

“Did you want it?” Anon asked, tilting his head to the side.

Cheese nodded eagerly, doubtlessly hopeful that he’d get the candied cherry, but then things took a turn. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth, the lad leaned forward expectantly. Rolling his eyes, Anon moved the little fruit to the colt’s awaiting maw. Just as he was about to place the orb on his company’s tongue, the unbelievable happened.

The small pony’s head shot forward to feast upon the maraschino in his grasp. In and of itself, the act wasn’t terribly unsettling - no, it was what proceeded after which threw the man for a loop. Humming contentedly, wrapping his warm, soft lips around his digits, Cheese suckled his fingers. Anon swallowed hard, trying his damnedest not to let depraved thoughts cross his mind. Mercifully, the colt quickly withdrew and licked his lips.

“Don’t worry,” Cheese began, reaching for one of the two spoons, “you can have my cherry.”

Anon faltered, just before he picked up his spoon. “What?”

“Next time we get a sundae, you can have my cherry!” the youth clarified, just before shoveling a helping of ice cream and toppings into his mouth.

Anon tried not to dwell on it, but something about the colt’s tone struck him as odd. Shrugging it off, he helped his guest polish off the creamy dessert. As they dug into the heaped mound of vanilla and chocolate, the tyke waved at him.

“Wanna see something cool?” Cheese asked.

Anon shrugged, expecting some paltry trick or gag - what he got was anything but. The runtish stallion reached out, grabbed one of the two bananas, and effortlessly slid it past his lips. As the phallic fruit worked into the pony’s muzzle, an obscene bulge in Cheese’s throat appeared. Somehow, without the slightest sputter or gag, his guest had virtually inhaled seven whole inches of produce. Then, as soon as he’d begun, the colt pulled it back free.

“Pretty neat, huh?” he hummed, taking a bite out of the saliva streaked banana.

“Y...yeah, pretty neat,” Anon numbly repeated, trying not to dwell on how or why his young guest could fellate a banana like a drunken sorority girl.

Redoubling his efforts, positively shoveling the dessert into his mouth, he did what he could to finish off their treat. Before long, only crumbs and sticky remnants of their feast remained. Grunting, feeling the meal settle in his stomach, the man pushed himself away from the table.

“You ready to head home, little buddy?” Anon inquired, getting to his feet.

“Eeeeeeyup!” Cheese answered, easing himself off the chair.

After clearing their tray, the pair departed. The sun was just beginning to dip over the horizon, as the two reached Anon’s nearby apartment. Ushering his guest inside, seeing the colt stifle a yawn, the man realized he should probably get Cheese ready for bed. It wasn’t like he had much experience looking after young ponies or anything, but he realized that a full night’s sleep was important.

Left to improvise, he looked to his visitor for some input. “What does your mom normally do for your bedtime?”

“She usually gives me a bath then tells me a story,” the colt chipperly responded.

Though the notion of bathing the little pony was a bit peculiar, Anon didn’t think too much of it. Pinkie Pie was one of the legendary Elements of Harmony and a supremely well-respected mare and mother; if part of her routine was washing her son up - no big deal. Moving towards the bathroom, he motioned for his visitor to follow.

Stepping into the restroom, he began filling the tub. Glancing back at Cheese, he watched the colt shimmy out of his socks. Once he’d finished disrobing, peeling the socks from his limbs, the diminutive stallion gave him a curious look. He cocked his head, as the pony stared up at him.

“You’re not gonna wash up with me?” Cheese innocently asked.

The question caught Anon unawares, leaving him speechless for a second. “I’m not sure about that,” he uneasily murmured. Helping his charge wash up was one thing, but getting undressed and joining him was another.

“Oh…” the lad dejectedly sighed. “I just thought it would be fun and mom always says it’s not good to waste water…”

The colt’s crestfallen expression and somber tone were almost painful, causing Anon to relent. Reluctantly, he began unbuttoning his shirt. If his guest was used to bathing with someone, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal - still, given that they’d just met, he wasn’t overly thrilled with the prospect. Standing and pulling his polo up and over his head.

“Just don’t…” he trailed off, as his pants and boxers were pulled down his legs. Scrambling to remove his shirt, he glowered down at the awestruck pony.

“Oh wow,” Cheese reverently whispered, unabashedly gazing at the man’s uncovered package. “You’re so much bigger than dad.”

A whole host of questions welled up within Anon. Why had he been pantsed? How did Cheese know what his father’s junk looked like? Why was Cheese so interested in his manhood? Several of the conundrums held possible answers, yet the suddenness of it all left him more than a little confused. He was probably overthinking things, so he shrugged it off and began removing his socks and shoes. 

He was already nearly naked, and the lad had already seen his goods, so he may as well get cleaned up. Stepping into the tub, he carefully lowered himself down. No sooner than his ass came to rest in the basin, that a resounding splash cut through the air; a wave of water hit him square in the face, just as he looked up. Cheese, in his exuberance to join him, had cannon-balled into the tub.

Wiping his eyes off and chuckling to himself, Anon reached for the shampoo. “Come here and sit down,” he instructed, trying - and failing - to sound stern. Given the size of the basin, options for their arrangement were limited. The colt trotted over, between his legs, and obediently plopped down onto his haunches. “Close your eyes.”

Cheese did as asked, craning his neck forward. His bold leap into the tub had drenched him from head to hoof, so there was no need to dampen his hair. As gingerly as possible, the man’s fingers worked through the lad’s limp and soggy mane; over his scalp and to the back of his head, he left his guest in a rich lather.

“Don’t forget my back and tail!” the tyke chirped, shuffling in a circle to face away from his host.

Anon couldn’t help but smirk, as he washed the tiny stallion’s back. Lower and lower his digits wandered, only stopping before they reached the lad’s tush. He didn’t have a problem washing the little guy, but straight up copping a feel of colt ass wasn’t on his to-do list - ultimately, as fate would have it, he wasn’t given a choice in the matter.

The tiny pony abruptly stood, leaving his succulent booty pressed into Anon’s palms. Unintentionally cupping the pair of wonderfully soft and supple cheeks, a shiver of excitement shot through the man. He’d known human women who would kill for a derriere the likes of Cheese’s! Caught unprepared, with the youthful buns in his hands, he swallowed hard.

“You gotta clean everywhere, silly,” Cheese giggled, playfully waggling his rump.

Steeling his resolve, Anon worked quickly to clean the pint-sized stallion and be done with it. His only saving grace was that Cheese was facing away and unable to see his semi-rigid dick. Speedily rinsing the colt off, uncaring if he’d half-assed the job or not, he worked to get himself washed up as fast as possible. Blinded by soap, while he scrubbed his face, something gently pressed against his inner thigh.

“I’ll help!” the colt’s voice merrily intoned.

Forcing a smile, Anon fumbled for the tyke, picked him up, and sat him outside the tub. “How about you dry off and go get ready for bed. I’ll be in there shortly.”

“Okay!” Cheese replied, presumably doing as instructed. 

Sure enough, after a few tense seconds of silence, he heard hooffalls leaving the room. Left to his lonesome, Anon was finally able to relax slightly. The events of the afternoon were starting to make him wonder if the awkward moments were simply innocent blunders or if his guest had some inappropriate interest in him - for his sake, he hoped it was the former. Truth be told, he couldn’t be sure.

He hadn’t been in Equestria long enough to fully learn about ponies’ sexual development and, frankly, he hadn’t cared to ask. He did know that cutie marks symbolized some level of physical maturity, although to what extent he couldn’t say. The only thing he was sure of was that the last thing he needed was the child of one of the Elements of Harmony lusting after him.

After finishing his bath, he toweled off and donned his abandoned underwear. He may have promised to let his tiny visitor sleep with him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to sleep in the buff. Walking into his room, he made a beeline towards his dresser to fetch a t-shirt. Slipping into one of the casual garments, he turned towards the bed and froze.

Lying atop the mattress, on his stomach, Cheese contentedly rocked his behind from side to side. As if the alluring sight of colt ass wasn’t bad enough, the little bugger had donned a fresh quartet of mismatched knee socks. For the second time that afternoon, he found himself staring in open awe at the provocative sight.

“You must really like my tushy…” the lad smugly commented, breaking the spell.

“N...no,” Anon sputtered. Crossing to the doorway, he flicked off the lights. The darkness served a dual purpose, both blinding him from the sinful tyke’s damnably alluring form and concealing his growing erection. “I’m just tired from work and need some rest,” he admitted, moving through the room to his bed. It was true, he was pretty worn out, although he was finding it harder and harder to deny his carnal interest in the wee stallion.

Easing himself onto the mattress, feeling the pony shuffle over to give him room, he came to rest on his back. Though he took some solace from the fact that he could no longer see his guest, something warm and soft snuggled against his side. Lifting one arm, he affectionately stroked the colt’s head.

He couldn’t say how long he laid there, gently petting Cheese, but the soft sounds of the snoozing pony soon met his ears. It was a godsend, knowing he’d lulled his visitor to sleep. Maybe putting up with the tyke wouldn’t be that bad. Closing his eyes, filled with a reluctant optimism for the upcoming week, he slowly succumbed and drifted off.

…

“Anon,” a voice whispered, causing Anon to stir. “Anon, wakey-wakey,” the voice repeated, slightly louder this time.

Wearily cracking one eye open and groaning to himself, he was met by an unexpected sight. Standing beside him, on the mattress just to his right, was Cheese. Dollops of what looked like whipped cream were festooned on the pony’s cheeks and flanks, though he looked supremely pleased with himself for some reason. Pushing himself up slightly, resting his shoulders against the headboard, Anon rubbed his face.

“I brought you breakfast!” Cheese exclaimed, wheeling around.

As Anon looked around, expecting to see a plate of food near the colt, he found his bed suspiciously vacant. Confusedly surveying the room for the mysteriously absent meal, his eyes finally settled on the pony beside him. If there was some food around, he sure wasn’t seeing it.

“Where’s the grub?” he grumbled, already dreading whatever mess may await him in the kitchen.

“Right here,” Cheese purred, wheeling around, reversing course, and backing his bottom onto the man’s face.

To say the assault of pony ass was a surprise would be an understatement. Anon went rigid, in more ways than one, as his vision was drowned out by the sublimely supple glutes of his guest. He gasped in shock, though he wished he hadn’t. As he inhaled, his sinuses were flooded by a scent like he had never known.

The aroma was similar to freshly baked and inviting pastry, causing him to take a second breath. Even if he hadn’t been sporting morning wood, the enchanting perfume alone would have probably given him a boner. It was like the delicate fragrance of a woman, only inexplicably hotter. His hand shot up to the lad’s hip, hoping to push the assertive tyke away, yet his strength left him.

“I’ve been thinking,” the small stallion began, grinding his behind against his host, “since I’m gonna be here for a whole week, how about we both enjoy ourselves a little bit.” Shifting slightly, he pulled the covers from the man’s body. “So how about you sit back, relax, and enjoy your breakfast,” he continued, raising his hips and rocking backward.

The move ground the pronounced, velvety ring of what could only be the colt’s tender pucker against Anon’s lips. He could feel the colt moving, stepping over his torso while keeping him pinned against the headboard, but that didn’t matter. There he was, in his own bed, bearing the full carnal onslaught of a tiny and very lustful stallion.

Breathing in yet more of the tyke’s infernal bouquet, something hot enveloped his turgid manhood. The sensation weakening his fortitude, compelling him to reciprocate. Almost hesitantly, his tongue crept between his pursed lips to give the backside a lick. A pleased hum graced his ears, doubtlessly emanating from around his tool.

Regardless of the dubious legality of their actions, a line had already been crossed. Locked into a scandalously sixty-nine with a lewd colt, there was no way to justify his actions. His willpower had been tempted by the taboo and found woefully lacking, so he fully committed himself to the act. Feasting upon the young pony’s posterior, while he was fellated, he closed his eyes and savored the sweet and musky flavors of colt ass.

“I knew you liked my heinie,” Cheese snickered, freeing his maw, “but I didn’t know you liked it that much.”

Anon had always harbored a weakness for asses, although hearing the tyke’s chiding words reminded him of one thing; he wasn’t just rimming out a pony, he was rimming out a male pony. He figured he’d cross the interspecies line eventually, yet he could never have predicted he’d get so far with a guy - not that he had anything against those who held such preferences. Resisting, pushing the lad away, he licked his lips. 

“Ok, we gotta stop. I’m not about to…” he cut himself off, as his guest walked down his frame.

“I agree, we should stop,” Cheese tutted. Coming to rest above the man’s waist, with his behind just above Anon’s dick, he grinned over his shoulder. “After all, it’s time for the main course…” he purred.

With glacial speed, the colt began lowering himself. Anon could have stopped him or scrambled away, yet he couldn’t. All he could do was sit and stare, as the plump rump descended towards his cock. As the hot, slickened donut of pony flesh kissed the tip of his length, he instinctively bucked his hips.

“Be patient, Silly,” Cheese affectionately chastised, as the rounded head of manhood popped into his backdoor. Slowly, steadily, he continued his descent.

In open awe, Anon watched his tool slip into the tyke’s snug hole. It was like some depraved disappearing act, seeing his shaft sink deeper and deeper into the little pony - still, as amazing as the sight was, it didn’t hold a candle to the sensations his guest’s tush afforded. The luxurious feeling of the colt’s interior was downright sinful.

Like molten silk, the lad’s interior was tight and inviting. Maybe it was because he’d been suffering through an exceptionally long dry spell, or perhaps it was due to the fact that his partner was from a different species, but it was incredible. Regardless of the specifics, he couldn’t recall an ass or pussy ever rivaling something so magnificent.

“Ta da,” Cheese cooed, as he fully impaled himself and sat on the man’s lap. “Now, mister cowboy, are you just gonna look or are you gonna ride this pony,” he laughed, before knitting his brow. “I mean, technically I’d be the cowboy in this situation, but - Nnngh.” Whatever he was about to say was lost, as Anon thrusted.

Every man has a breaking point, something which will force their hand - for Anon, being tempted and toyed with was what ultimately caused his resolve to shatter. Cheese had not only punched his interspecies v-card, but had also dealt a crippling blow to his heterosexuality as well - as such, he was going to give the colt everything he had to offer. There was no going back, no way to undo what was done, so he was going to commit.

Extending his arms, he sunk his fingers into the promiscuous stallion’s ample hips and started fucking. Peering down his frame, seeing the tyke’s chubby ass jiggle as their bodies collided, spying his length plunge in and out of Cheese’s clinging pucker, it was one of the hottest thighs he’d ever seen. Soon enough, his guest synchronized their movements.

The colt threw his weight back to meet Anon’s thrusts with increasing force, but that wasn’t all. With all the skill of a seasoned harlot, he clenched his stuffed hole on the upstrokes and relaxed on his way down. They were moves which would put a party slut to shame, yet the youth had inexplicably mastered them like a carnal savant.

“Sweet Celestia - Anon, you feel amazing,” Cheese moaned.

The feeling was mutual, yet all Anon could muster was a pleased grunt. As their bodies impacted, he was able to get a decent sense of the lad’s weight. Freeing one hand, while holding the runtish pony against his groin, he pushed himself up and bent his legs. Launching himself into a kneeling position, he mounted his partner from behind.

The transition from reverse cowgirl to doggy did a number of things; for starters, it put the man wholly in control of the situation and restored a sliver of his tattered dignity - secondly, it allowed him to plow the colt like a field in spring. Firmly grasping the little stallion’s hips, he pounded the fat, upturned ass with renewed vigor.

“H...harder, Daddy,” Cheese wheezed, submissively raising his waist.

Seeing as how he could easily continue holding the tyke’s rear with one hand, he reached for Cheese’s face. Despite finding the dirty talk painfully arousing, hearing the colts voice served as a reminder of just how gay the act was. Jamming two fingers into the pony’s mouth, he stifled his guest; unfortunately, his plan backfired outright, as the lad began to moan around his digits.

With a frustrated grumble, Anon rutted away with reckless abandon. He closed his eyes, fixating on the heavenly sensations around his cock. Cheese grunted with each pistoning thrust, only marishly whimpering here or there. As much as he hated to admit it, the pony’s whorish noises only served to get him more worked up than he already was.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been screwing the small quadruped, but things eventually took an abrupt turn. Throwing his head back and clamping around his length, the lad howled out in ecstasy. His small frame shuddered in his grasp, as he drove Cheese to climax. He slowed, stunned that he’d literally fucked the cum out of the colt.

Going limp, heaving air into his chest, Cheese languidly peered up at him. His voice was but a whisper, so faint that Anon could swear he may have imagined it, but there it was. Four fateful words that sealed his fate and pushed him to take action. “Make me your mare…”

Anon shifted, withdrawing slightly and flipping the colt onto his back. Grabbing his fetlocks and wrenching his hind legs upwards, to either side of Cheese’s head, he put the tiny stallion into a mating press. Sense and reason were gone, as were the vestiges of his heterosexuality, leaving him utterly consumed by desire. 

The differences in size and strength seemed to be magnified by the position, as the man loomed over the pony’s small mate. There was no subtle passion, not a shred of genteel lovemaking - no, he fucked the colt as a mighty stud would breed a mare. With his full might unleashed, he slipped into a bestial lust like he had never known.

Cheese moaned and huffed beneath him, unable to do anything but act as a living outlet for the man’s yearnings. Save for the sound of heavy breaths and the periodic groan of delight, the air was filled with the rhythmic Plap Plap Plap of Anon’s body hammering against the little stallion. Succumbing to his primal urges, the telltale signs of release slowly took hold of the man.

The damn sounds Cheese were making wasn’t helping anything at all. The girlish mewling, the way the colt squeaked and moaned, they were an obscene symphony and the stuff of wet dreams. Cutting through the haze of lust, spurred by his curiosity, he leaned back while holding firm of the lad’s fetlocks.

What met his eyes was nothing beyond the epitome of depravity. Lying before him, with his pucker being rhythmically pistoned, the small stallion was a sight to behold. Blushing and slickened with sweat, Cheese’s little member slapped wetly against his chubby tummy; slender veins traced its length, from thick root to blunt tip, as it dribbled pre-cum and spunk over his abdomen.

“A...Anon, I...I’m,” Cheese feebly sputtered, just as the head of his colthood violently flared.

Spattering himself with foal batter, utterly coating his deliciously flat chest, the tyke was driven to a second climax. Anon’s consciousness barely registered what had happened, before his hips went into overdrive. The fact that he’d evoked such a response, coaxed another load out of the lad without his dick so much as being touched was the final straw. His world went white, raw pleasure coursed through him, and he crossed the line of no return.

Try as he might, there was no stopping the inevitable. It was like trying to halt the tide or deny the sun from rising. Setting his jaw, fighting tooth and nail to restrain himself, his efforts were found wanting. With one final, titanic thrust, knowing he was at his limit, he hilted. The damn burst and the gates of heaven opened for him.

A veritable tsunami of cum surged through his wildly throbbing manhood, as he flooded the colt’s depths with his essence. Cheese howled out, thrashing beneath him, yet he held firm. Awash in ecstasy, he rode out his climax and deposited every drop of his precious seed into his mate. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bliss abided and left him in a pleasant, post-coitus stupor.

Relenting, releasing the pony’s legs, Anon withdrew his softening tool. In a daze, he stared down at Cheese, while the reality of the situation began to settle upon him. The colt lay there, panting and glazed with his own spunk. The tyke was a mess, covered in and filled with a heaping helping of cum. They were both in dire need of a shower, yet he felt sure it wouldn’t wash away the sin he then harbored.

“M...my cheese doodle made me a strudel,” Cheese weakly laughed, smearing the gooey remnants of his good time over his tummy and chest.

Through the blissful haze, Anon shook his head. The colt was a piece of work, that much was for certain, although he feared what the remainder of his week would hold. Six more days of looking after the tyke and, if he had to guess, this wasn’t going to be the only salacious incident which awaited him. Clearing his throat, he drew his guest’s attention.

“Let’s not tell anyone about this,” Anon muttered. He wasn’t sure what the repercussions were for fucking a colt, but he’d rather not find out.

“Only if we can keep doing it,” Cheese croaked, unsteadily rolling to the side and getting to his hooves. Anon’s look of concern must’ve been evident, because an impish smirk crossed the little stallion’s face. “After what I did with the last two sitters, mom didn’t want to take any chances. Why do you think she asked the only human around to look after me? You’re the only one she thought wouldn’t fall into the trap trap.”

“I…” Anon’s rebuttal fell flat, as he processed the information. 

His jaw flapped uselessly, when the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Cheese must’ve been some sort of incubus, likely having feasted upon untold numbers of ponies in the past. Before he could formulate a reply, he was toppled onto his back by a sticky pink and yellow blur. Looking up, finding himself peering up into those haunting harlequin eyes, he gulped.

“If you don’t tell anyone, I’ll be your little eclair all week,” Cheese wickedly mused, kissing his nose.

Anon was doomed, he had no doubt about it. Somehow, in some twisted turn of fate, he’d found himself as the sexual plaything for a creature significantly smaller and younger than himself. There was only one decision left to him - would he give in and embrace the undeniably decadent and sinful wonder which was offered to him or would he relinquish such hedonistic joys and hold tightly to his sundered pride? Only time would tell…