Turgid Torment
âGoody goody gumdrops! I canât wait,â Cheese merrily chirped, hopping circles around the man.
âAnd you said your mom would be ok with you seeing this?â Anon asked, peering down at the energetic colt.
Nodding eagerly, the small pony came âround and began trotting at his chaperoneâs side. âMmmhmm! Mom brought me to the last Super Sentai Stallions movie! Iâm sure sheâd be happy to hear you brought me to see the sequel!â
Content with the reassurance, Anon continued to walk towards the sprawling Canterlot mall. With the day off and little else to do, he saw no reason not to take a day-trip to the capital for some entertainment - especially because heâd been burdened with looking after the Pinkieâs kid. It wasnât that he really minded foalsitting, but things had been somewhat complicated.
After the pink party pony had unloaded her colt on him, in a last-ditch attempt to find a sitter, sheâd gone off on some retreat with her friends. Normally, looking after a young pony wouldnât be that big of a problem, although things rather quickly took a rather jarring series of turns. As it turns out, Little Cheese was nothing less than a painfully thirsty, pint-sized incubus.
What heâd assumed were innocent and naive actions from his tiny guest were in fact anything but. The pony had traipsed around in alluring attire, made inappropriate comments, and presented himself in a wildly debased fashion, yet that had only been a prelude for what eventually happened. While waking up to a face full of femcolt ass hadnât been something heâd ever planned on experiencing, it had happened nonetheless. One thing led to another and - well - heâd ended up making an eclair out of the little strumpet.
As if railing out his charge wasnât bad enough, Cheese had been relentless ever since. Anon found himself being teased and taunted nearly constantly, for the prior evening and morning thereafter, faced with the wanton yearnings of a creature significantly smaller and younger than himself. If he was completely honest with himself, between the taboo nature of the circumstances and the sex being absolutely god tier, his moral fortitude had been shaken to the core - as such, he sought a respite from the lusty advances.
Using some of the spare bits that Pinkie had left for him, in an act of desperation, heâd decided to bring his comely companion out to see a film. Canterlot was only a short train ride away from Ponyville, so it seemed like a decent diversion from the temptuous tart. Making sure to bring enough coin to cover the travel, food, and possibly a bit of shopping, the pair found themselves in the capital by mid-morning.
Thankfully, the little minx hadnât worn anything particularly provocative out on their jaunt. Buck naked, save for a fuchsia bow in his mane, Cheese looked like any other young foal - well, almost. Unlike most ponies his age, he was exceptionally bottom heavy and had just a bit of pudge. He could easily be mistaken for a rather curvaceous filly, at a glance, though that wasnât the case. Regardless, the man found himself fortunate that the colt hadnât wanted to adorn himself with anything slatternly for their outing.
After a short walk from the station, theyâd reached their destination. Though Anon had heard of the mall before, heâd never paid it a visit himself. Absolutely colossal, the building housed dozens of stores, a food court, a small amusement park, and several movie theaters. With his runtish companion in tow, hoping to catch a break from the sinful urges heâd been subjected to, he saw himself inside.
âSo,â he began, stopping by a map displaying the various shops and their locations, âwhere do you want to go first?â
âHmmmm,â Cheese hummed, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. âIf we go and see an early showing of the movie, we can get lunch afterwards!â
Bending over and tussling the coltâs frizzy pink mane, Anon smiled. âNot a bad idea, little dude.â
The ponyâs grin wavered, as he reached up and put his hoof on the manâs hand. âUm - Anon? Can I ask you a favor?â
âSure thing, what is it?â he asked, squatting down to bring himself closer to his companion.
âC...can I call you big brother?â the colt murmured.
âUh,â the man paused, mulling the question. It seemed innocent enough - then again, most of the tiny fiendâs actions could be played off as harmless. Strange though it was, until that moment, Cheese had occasionally referred to him as Uncle Anon. Considering the morning had been going smoothly and heâd been lucky enough not to have been hit on by the miniature harlot for several hours, he reluctantly relented. âSure, little bro.â
Positively beaming, the colt excitedly vibrated and leapt to the manâs chest. Caught off guard, just before being toppled backwards, Anon caught the young pony. As he hugged the diminutive foal, he caught a whiff of the ponyâs cotton candy-like scent. Despite being remarkably lewd, Cheese was cuter than get-out.
âThanks, Big Bro,â the colt whispered, affectionately nuzzling his neck.
The sensation of the ladâs warm, soft muzzle against him sent a shiver up his spine. It wasnât like he wanted to get turned on, but some part of his mind had other plans. Given that he knew what sinful delights the colt could deliver, paired with feeling the downy fur and supple flesh in his hands, he beat a hasty retreat. Setting the pony down, he got to his feet and studied the map a second time.
âAlright, weâll hit the movies then get some lunch,â he intoned, trying to keep his mind from wandering into lecherous waters.
âThen I wanna go shopping!â Cheese asserted.
Anon shrugged, seeing no harm in an additional excursion. âSure, why not.â
With their plans cemented, the two wandered through the expansive corridor of the shopping center. For all intents and purposes, the mall was the same as those on earth - that is, except for the quadrupedal citizens coming and going from the assorted shops. Though there likely wasnât any clothing or footwear for the lone human, that didnât mean there werenât other items to peruse.
Unlike in Ponyville, where most of the shops only specialized in one thing or another, the plaza seemed to have businesses for nearly everything. There were places to buy: clothes, toys, games, accessories, tools, and those were just the tip of the iceberg! As they passed by a cavernous arcade, the man slowed. Good lord, he hadnât seen a game room since he was a kid!
Taking note of his hostâs slackened pace, Cheese looked up at his bipedal friend. âYou wanna stop here before we go?â
âYeah,â Anon mused, pleased with the notion, âthat would be pretty fun.â
Inching over and elbowing the manâs leg, the colt grinned. âJust donât be mad if I whoop your butt in a fighting game.â
Itâd been ages since Anon had played a good brawler, let alone had a challenge in one of the games, so the thought brought a smirk to his lips. Leaning over, he extended a closed fist to his buddy. âYouâre on.â
Giving the man a resounding hoof-bump, Cheese sauntered ahead. âWhen I win, Iâll be expecting a deep massage from you,â he giggled, flicking his tail and putting a little extra swing in his hips.
The sight of the coltâs pillowy rump and ample thighs snapped Anon from his lighthearted reverie. Male or not, irrespective of his age, Cheese was blessed with a sublime body and he knew exactly how to use it. Though some part of him regretted bedding the tyke, there was no denying how amazing their romp had been.
Truthfully, after the surprise of being set upon by his guest had worn off, heâd been surprised that they could even do the sinful deed. Cheese wasnât all that big, only about half the size of a fully grown pony, so heâd been shocked to find himself hilted within the young foal. From what heâd gathered, the colt was no stranger to rather adult activities and, judging from his carnal know-how, heâd had plenty of experience.
âIf youâre gonna enjoy the view all day, I could give you a closer look,â Cheese loudly taunted, stopping to invitingly wiggle his behind.
Stunned by the not so subtle remark, Anon cursed under his breath. While heâd never openly asked anyone about it, he felt reasonably certain that fooling around with a juvenile equine was either heavily frowned upon or, worse yet, illegal - either way, he had no intention of finding out. Rushing over and trying not to make a scene, he ushered his pint-sized companion onward.
Proceeding on in relative silence, after a short few minutesâ walk, the duo found themselves before the cinema. As luck would have it, there was a showing for Super Sentai Stallions in less than half an hour. Seeing as how they were early enough to claim a pair of primo seats, they purchased a pair of tickets, got themselves some refreshments, and saw themselves into their theater.
âOh, oh! Big Bro!â Cheese bleated, tugging at his hostâs pant leg. âCan we sit in the back?â
Waving towards the stairs, Anon watched the colt bolt by. Following along behind the tiny pony, doing his best to avoid looking at the bouncing booty before him, he kept his eyes on the floor. The last thing he needed was to draw attention towards his newfound inclinations - from Cheese himself or anyone else.
Running across the topmost aisle, Cheese plopped down into one of the center-most seats; situated directly beneath the projector, with the wall to his back, he patted the empty cushion beside himself. Upon the screen, adverts softly played before the feature began. With only one other pony present, an elderly stallion snoozing by the entrance, the two were left to themselves.
Walking towards his guest, seeing the coltâs eyes wander down his chest and towards his groin, it was only then that Anon realized heâd made a terrible error. With almost half an hour to kill and no smartphones or handheld games to distract themselves, theyâd be left to entertain one another until the movie started. Left to his wits, heâd have to find a way to keep his charge occupied in a chaste fashion.
âSo, Big Bro, I was wondering about you not having a marefriendâŚâ Cheese muttered, reaching over and pushing the dividing arm between them up and out of the way.
âNo,â Anon grunted, definitely crossing his arms. Be damned if he knew what the imp was up to, but he wasnât about to get baited into a discussion about relationships.
On both Earth and Equestria, heâd failed time and again to bag himself a prospective mate. Whether it was rotten luck or simply that the women and mares heâd attempted to court werenât interested, he couldnât say. As things were, it was a sore subject - doubly so, since heâd punched his interspecies v-card with a guy.
It wasnât like he was homophobic or anything - far from it, in fact; he had several gay friends back in his homeland and theyâd always gotten along just fine. Heâd only ever fooled around with women and never really given much thought to doing anything sexual with a dude, thatâs all. Before his runin with Cheese, he hadnât even considered sticking his dick in a foal, yet that line had been crossed and there was no going back.
Now, having been successfully seduced and bedded by the perverted pony, he really wasnât sure where his sexuality lay. It didnât matter all that much, in the grand scheme of things, though the prospect of being bisexual left him perplexed. If heâd never been turned on by a human guy before, how in the ever-living hell did a colt manage to get him so worked up? With his frustration mounting, he glared down at his diminutive company.
âWhatâs it matter if Iâm single or not?â he asked, as the foal inched nearer.
âAre you though?â Cheese countered, tenderly stroking the manâs thigh. âI mean, we are kind of on a dateâŚâ
âI...What?â Anon blurted.
âThink about it,â the colt cooed, as his hoof drifted towards his hostâs groin, âyouâre taking me out to a movie, weâre going to have a meal, then Iâm going to go shopping with you.â
Lifting his finger to protest, Anon faltered. There was no way heâd inadvertently been caught up in a scheme of that magnitude - had there? Squinting at the clever little imp, he knit his brow. Even if his guest had been that cunning, he wasnât about to embrace the concept of courting a colt. Brushing the ladâs hoof away, he watched a family of four enter the theater.
âHmmph! Youâre no fun,â Cheese pouted, hopping from his seat and strolling to the stairs. âIâm going to the bathroom before the movie starts.â
âWeâve got some time, donât worry,â the man grumbled, dismissively waving the tiny vamp away.
The quartet heâd noticed enter the theater, a mare, stallion, and two fillies, filed in two rows ahead of them, giving him a momentary distraction. Spying one of the young mares giving him a curious look, he smiled, waved, and inadvertently drew the attention of the parents. The stallion turned to face him, having seated the first of his pair of foals, before raising a hoof.
âOh, hey, youâre that Anonymous fella I read about in the Manehattan Chronicle, arenât ya?â the stud inquired.
âYeah thatâs-â Anon fell silent and peered downward, as something brushed against his knee. Much to his horror, Cheese stood on the floor before him and gently pushed his legs apart. Pressing a forehoof to his lips, the colt winked up at him. âYeah,â he croaked, âthatâs me.â
âGosh! I never expected to see you here in Canterlot!â the paternal pony continued, momentarily looking over to his wife and youngsters. âWhat brings you to the capital? You got a meeting with the Princesses or something?â
âN...nah, I j...just thought Iâd come and see a movie,â the man sputtered, feeling his fly being drawn unzipped. As the button on his pants was clandestinely undone, a hoof crept into his then open slacks.
âNameâs Silver Lance, by the way. Me and the family live here in town and I work for the Royal Guard!â the overly-chatty stallion proudly exclaimed. âThat there is my wife, Fondant, and my two little ones are Dew Drop and Rain Drop.â
âCharmed,â Anon gulped. Peeking at the colt, seeing Cheese withdraw his semi-flaccid length, his mind started to race.
If he made a commotion, there was a good chance the family nearby would notice what was going on - if he did nothing, heâd doubtlessly be subjected to further licentious torture. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he mutely prayed his tiny tormentor would leave him be. Sadly, while he casually looking in Silverâs direction, an unmistakable warmth washed over the tip of his manhood.
Out of sight to all but his host, Cheese slipped the head of Anonâs cock past his pouting lips. Gazing up at the man, through heavily lidded eyes, he quietly bobbed his head. Sneaking glances downward, growing harder with every passing second, the man tried desperately to maintain his composure. While getting a clandestine blowjob in a public area had always been on his bucket list, heâd had no way of knowing the fantasy would be fulfilled by what he was reasonably sure was jail bait.
âSay, since youâre here, you mind if I ask you something?â Silver intoned, leaning over the back of his seat. âI know what I read in the papers, but do you really not know how you got here?â
Sliding his hand lower and depressing Cheeseâs fluffy mane, lest the inquisitive stallion spy the vivid pink afro-like hair steadily moving between his legs, Anon forced a smile. âNope! Just woke up outside Ponyville one morning and never got any explanation for it.â
âHuh,â Silver grunted, scratching the side of his head. âI wouldnât be surprised if Discord had something to do with it - then again, I donât think the Princesses would let him get away with something like that.â
Suppressing a shiver, while the coltâs tongue rolled across the sensitive underside of his shaft, Anon anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. âI wouldnât be s...surprisedâŚâ
âYeah, I wouldnât put it past that prankster to pull something like that. Anyhow, I was - Hey! What did I tell you about shoving!â the stallion huffed, shifting his attention to his pair of apparently quarreling fillies.
The man sat rigid, keeping his fingers crossed that the pesky pony would finally leave him be. Staying mute, waiting to see that the small family were preoccupied with one another, his frustration with the depraved turn of events mounted. Clutching the back of Cheeseâs head, he shuffled forward and hauled the coltâs face to his crotch.
Though Anon may only have a scant few seconds to spare, he was about to teach the colt a valuable lesson. Brutally swabbing the little foalâs throat, watching the ladâs eyes roll back and water, the muted sound of gagging crept to his ears. If the infernal incubus wanted his dick, so help him, thatâs exactly what he was going to get. As he stared down at the predator turned prey, a sudden movement caught his eye.
Looking up, remembering where he was and what he was doing, he noticed a pair of ponies trotting up the stairs to his left - a couple, by the looks of it. Unsure of exactly which aisle theyâd seat themselves in, he swiftly relinquished his grip on his guestâs head. Unfortunately, heedless or uncaring of potentially being discovered, Cheese doubled down; grabbing his neck and effectively choking himself, he throated the man with unimaginable zeal.
Taken aback by the coltâs jaw dropping tenacity, Anonâs eyes widened in shock. Gazing down at the tyke, seeing the look of unabashed lust on the ladâs face, he realized he needed to reverse course and reverse course fast. Grabbing the ponyâs shoulders, only then noticing that Cheese had been stroking his prick throughout the obscene endeavor, he pulled the petite foal up and off his throbbing member.
Pawing for the turgid manhood, while it slid from his maw, his charge was none to pleased with the abrupt departure. To his credit, Anon lifted the colt, turned, and deposited the perverted pygmy beside himself. With the runt safely extricated from his loins, he stuffed his tool back into his pants and secured the garment closed.
Cheese peered up at the man, then to the couple who seated themselves at the far end of the next row, then back to his host, before crossing his forehooves behind his head and reclining. âBig meanie,â he sulked, sinking back into the chair with his puny stallionhood standing at his groin.
âBig meanie - yeah right. I just donât want to get into trouble,â Anon whispered.
Disconcerted, annoyed, and more than a little pent up, the man made himself comfortable in his seat. Had they been away from prying eyes, he would have been tempted to let the situation unfold without intervention. Looking over, noting the grumpy look on the coltâs face, he sighed. Promiscuous or not, Cheese wasnât a bad pony by any stretch and he hadnât wanted to upset the tyke.
âCheese, I -â Anon was cut off, as the lights dimmed and a preview started to play on the screen.
Resigning to let the matter lie - at least, for the time being - he slid over and rested his hand on the coltâs shoulder. Reluctantly, as the trailers concluded and the opening sequence of the film began, Cheese wriggled up against him. Relieved that there werenât any hard feelings, yet determined to speak to his guest about the matter once they got home, Anon turned his eyes to the screen.
To his pleasant surprise, the Super Sentai Stallions wasnât a bad movie in the slightest! Somewhat akin to the shows heâd enjoyed as a kid and young teenager, the feature was chock full of action, questionable acting, a simple plot, and a grand finale with gigantic fighting robots - sure, it was a little cliche and cheesy, but it kept him entertained. His enjoyment of the film was magnified several times over by his company.
Cheese had really gotten into the movie, cheering for the heroes and loudly whooping at a few of the fight sequences. It may have sounded silly, but the coltâs excitement elevated his own enjoyment through the viewing. By the time they were completely finished, having sat through the credits to watch a hidden final scene, they were both smiling from ear to ear.
âI canât believe the Gold Guardian was a bad guy all along!â Cheese exclaimed, trotting out of the theater beside the man.
âNah, I was suspicious about him since the beginning. You saw how he kept looking at the Staff of Power, right?â Anon countered, holding the door open for his guest.
âI...Oh wait, yeah! He was acting kind of funny!â the tyke gasped.
âMmmhmm,â the man smugly hummed. âIâm surprised the Pink Guardian survived that explosion in the second act! Like, oh man, I figured she was going to be out for the rest of the movie!â
âPfffft! Nah!â Cheese laughed, waving a hoof at him. âShe always survives and comes back. If she didnât, the show would lose its best piece of eye candy - well, besides that studly Green Warden,â he explained, gently biting his lower lip.
âShe was pretty cute,â Anon admitted, thinking back on the slender mare in her skin-tight bodysuit.
âYou know, I couldâŚâ the colt trailed off, before shaking his head. âYeah, anyways, you want to get some lunch?â
Nodding, Anon led them into the food court. Given that all theyâd eaten that day was an apple on the train, he was more than ready to get them a decent meal. Wandering the short distance towards the restaurants, the pair found themselves with an entirely new problem - what to get for lunch. There were over a dozen eateries to choose from and almost all of them looked and smelled amazing.
âYou wanna get pizza?â Cheese chirped, licking his chops and eyeing a little italian stall.
âI was gonna get us pizza tonight, after we get back. How about some stir fry?â Anon responded, pointing in the direction of what appeared to be an asian shop manned by a number of kirin.
âOnly if I can get a dessert,â the little foal asserted.
Already moving towards the scent of fried noodles and MSG, the man shrugged. âBeing Pinkieâs kid, itâs no surprise that youâve got a sweet tooth.â
Cheese came to a stop beside him and glanced up, wiggling his eyebrows. âAnd I know how to have a good time.â
Anon had never given much thought to Pinkie Pieâs sexual proclivities or preferences, though the comment left him to wonder on the matter. Waiting for it to be boxed and placed on the cafeteria tray, having ordered their food, he asked Cheese to find a table for them. Seeing the plump little foal rush off, a sobering realization struck him - this was one of the first times heâd gone out and socialized with anyone since coming to Equestria.
Heâd been out to a party or two - hell, heâd even gone to a blind-date event once, but this was different. Simply being out with someone and hanging out, getting food or doing whatever, was refreshingly pleasant. There wasnât anything extraordinary about it - well, besides the hummer in the theater - yet it left him feeling oddly content. As he picked up the tray with their meals, he smiled and wandered towards the vast sitting area.
Spying the buttery yellow colt seated near the edge of the food court, he trotted over and placed the tray down. Snatching up his plate, an order of veggie lo-mein, and placing it before himself, the lad eagerly rubbed his hooves together. The little guy was slightly more rotund than the most ponies his size, even though he seemed to burn through energy at a profound rate - still, his appetite did reflect his added padding.
As Cheese tucked into the steaming helping of noodles and veg, Anon helped himself to his entree. He wasnât too surprised to see meat was available at the joint, since the mall likely catered to all sorts of creatures, though he was certainly happy to get some protein in his diet. Sinking his fork into a crispy nugget of chicken, he brought the sauced morsel to his mouth.
âWhatâd you get?â Cheese asked, having finished his first few bites.
Holding up a finger, Anon chewed and swallowed his mouthful. âPoultry.â
Extending a hoof, the colt pointed at the plate of crispy chicken bits. âCan I try some?â
âI - uhâŚâ Anon fumbled, somewhat uneasy about the prospect. He wasnât sure if his charge was allowed to eat meat, let alone able to digest the stuff. âCan you?â
âThereâs a gryphon in my class who lets me try his snacks,â Cheese explained, giving a small shrug, âso I donât think itâs a big deal.â
âIf your mom finds out,â the man sighed, poking at his food, âit was your idea.â Looking down, he searched for a good piece of chicken for the tyke. Moving his utensil towards a particularly juicy nugget, he paused. He could use his fork, orâŚ
âAaaaaaaaaah,â the colt softly moaned, closing his eyes and expectantly opening his mouth.
Resting his fork on the side of the plate, Anon pinched a small hunk of meat between his fingers. Extending his arm outward, aiming for Cheeseâs muzzle, he glanced around the area. Ponies and creatures sat around chatting or eating their food, blissfully minding their own business, as his fingers graced the foalâs lips. In the blink of an aye, his guest was delicately suckling around his digits.
He knew it was wrong, to have a colt tonguing his fingers in public, but that only served to make it more arousing. To the outside observer, a young pony was just trying his chaperoneâs meal, yet that wasnât exactly the case. Anon knew good and well what sort of hedonistic delights Cheese was capable of and, by Celestia, he found himself enticed for more.
Being sucked off in the theater had been exceedingly brazen and foolhardy, but it had whet his appetite. The feeling of those pillowy lips around his fingers, seeing the wanting look in those emerald eyes, and hearing the hushed groan of his tormentor exacerbated the problem. He had no one to blame but himself, of course, although that mattered little. As his manhood twitched within his pants, the pony withdrew.
âThe sauce is really good,â Cheese cheerfully remarked, before leaning closer to his host, âbut I like yours better.â Sensually pursing his lips, he moved back and set back into his own meal.
Emboldened, with his pulse quickening, Anon stiffened in more ways than one. âIf youâre a good colt, I might give you a treat later.â
âAnd if Iâm a bad colt?â the runtish foal purred. Hopping from his chair, without a care in the world, he rounded the table and came to the manâs side.
âWhat are you - Oof,â Anon wheezed, as the chubby colt hopped into his lap.
Taking care not to step on anything too delicate, Cheese wheeled around and seated himself squarely squarely on the manâs groin. Gyrated his cushioned tush, as if to make himself comfortable, he craned his head to look up and back at his host. âThank you so much for letting me sit with you, Big Bro,â he blithely hollered, causing several of the nearby ponies and creatures to turn. âYouâre the best!â
Before Anon could protest, he noticed the attention theyâd gathered. If he made a stink or moved Cheese, heâd end up looking like the bad guy in an otherwise wholesome situation. As the colt adjusted himself, expertly reaching between his legs to grab the manâs fly, his innocent smile broadened. In no time flat, Anonâs tool was sandwiched between the ladâs buns and thighs.
âCan you feed me, Big Bro? I canât reach my plate!â Cheese giggled, ineffectual pawing at the opposite side of the table.
âS...sure,â Anon stammered, reaching out and moving both the plates nearer.
The way he saw it, he didnât have any other option but to hand feed his guest. Held hostage, with his bare cock being ground on by the imp, there wasnât really anything he could do. If he tried to stand up, heâd get caught - if he moved Cheese, heâd get caught - if he started chastising the colt, heâd make himself look bad then get caught. Honestly, it was a no-win situation.
Presenting a heaping forkful of pasta to the expectant pony seated on him, Anon did his best to act cool. It wasnât helping matters that their heartwarming scene had drawn more attention than ever, with families waving or commenting on their fraternal display. Ignoring the passerâs by, focusing on shoveling the food into Cheese as quickly as possible, a pair of approaching hooffalls to his left caused him to turn.
His jaw hit the floor, when he realized an officer was approaching. The sight of her turned his blood to ice, caused his heart to skip several beats, and he could swear he was about to crap himself. If he so much as made one off move, heâd be in deep, deep shit. Looking over, possibly alerted by Anonâs cold sweat, Cheese waved at the policemare.
âHey there! My nameâs Cheese,â the colt whooped, grinning from ear to ear, âand this is Anon. Heâs my super best big brother!â
Lowering her head and peeking over the rim of her mirrored glasses, the officerâs eyes swept from the young pony, up to the manâs face, and back to the pony. âOfficer Caliente, pleased to meet you,â she tersely stated, extending a hoof to the pint-sized foal.
Enthusiastically shaking the constableâs foreleg, bouncing away on Anonâs lap, Cheese beamed. âAlways happy to meet a new friend!â
âPinkie is a friend of mine, Iâm just looking after him while sheâs on a trip,â the man uttered. Patting the tykeâs head, silently hoping the pony would cease squirming on his dick, he smiled sheepishly at the officer.
âWait,â Caliente whispered, retrieving her hoof and lifting her shades, âyouâre Pinkie Pieâs son?â
âSure am!â the colt proudly announced.
Shifting her focus from Cheese to Anon, the officer squinted. âAnd this guy is-â
âHeâs my Big Bro! He looks after me and we always have a great time together - even if he doesnât let me get dessert sometimes,â Cheese theatrically huffed, rocking back and crossing his forelegs over his chest.
âSir,â Caliente barked, causing the man to start, âI order you to get this fine young stallion a dessert later!â
Having come closer to shitting himself than he cared to admit, Anon snapped a crisp salute. âYes, Maâam!â he yelped. Frankly, if sheâd promised just to leave them be, he wouldâve promised any number of things for her.
âDonât worry, Officer, Iâll hold him to it,â Cheese snickered.
âAlright then - you two enjoy your meal and have a good afternoon,â the copper smugly noted, nodding to each of them before turning and leaving. Taking not but a handful of steps, she turned, briefly stared at the man, then continued on her way.
Without having any way of knowing what the look meant, Anonâs anxiety spiked. There shouldâve been no way in hell she could see his cock lodged in the cleft of Cheeseâs ass, so he should be fine, yet he still felt tremendously uneasy. Had the colt shifted or, heaven forbid, dismounted from his lap, he would have been left exposed and at full mast! It was obscene, it was terrifying, and it made him rock hard.
âBye!â Cheese shouted, waving at the fleeing officer. Waiting until she was several dozen steps away, he arched his back and peeked up at his host. âIâll wait until youâre soft, that should give us time to eat.â
âWhat if it doesnât get soft?â Anon hissed, gritting his teeth.
âIf thatâs the case,â the colt purred, rocking his hips forward and back, âwe might need to find somewhere warm and snug to hide itâŚâ
Seeing no other alternative, the man begrudgingly continued feeding Cheese his meal. Taking periodic breaks to pick away at his own food, Anon remained composed and acted as naturally as he could. There was no rush in finishing their lunch, since he was all but literally stuck in his chair, so he tried to waste as much time as he could. Mercifully, after what had to be nearly half an hour, his excitement finally dwindled.
âLet me justâŚâ Cheese mused, deftly thrusting a foreleg down and back to stow the softened manhood against him. âThere we go, good as new!â
âThanks,â Anon grumbled. Lifting the pony and placing him on the floor, he got to his feet. Grabbing up the tray, heaped with their paper plates and disposable flatware, he turned towards the closest trash bin. âWhich clothing store did you want to go to?â
âThe Prancing Pony, but arenât you forgetting something?â the colt haughtily declared, pointing towards an ice cream vendor.
Rolling his eyes and fishing into his pocket for a few bits, Anon strolled over to get the tyke his dessert. Due to the policemareâs meddling, he owed his young friend a sweet of some kind. While it wasnât really that big of a deal, it served as another reminder to just how badly his plans were going off the rails. Thus far, heâd been fellated, persistently provoked, and nearly been caught with his dick out of his pants - and it wasnât even that late in the afternoon yet!
âIâd like a frozen banana, please!â Cheese asserted, bounding to his bipedal companionâs side.
âOf course you do,â Anon murmured under his breath, before looking up and nodding to the employee behind the counter. âOne frozen banana,â he repeated, setting his payment next to the register.
The smiling clerk complied, swiftly retrieving one of the frigid, elongated fruits and dipping it in a vat of chocolate. After leaning over the partition and handing the treat off to the joyful foal, he counted out the bits, stored them, and tipped his hat to the odd pair. After the man and colt thanked the employee, they turned and departed.
âSo whereâs this clothing store?â Anon inquired, instinctively moving to one of the many map kiosks.
âItâs this way, second deck, third to last shop on the right,â Cheese replied. Hopping along on three hooves, as he licked and nibbled upon his phallic sweet, he piqued an eyebrow up at his host. âWhy the funny look?â
âYou knew that from memory?â Anon asked.
âYeah! Mom says Iâm super-duper good with stuff, just like her! I can remember recipes, maps, and even math - even though I think itâs pretty boring,â the colt lamented. Taking another bite of his banana, he pointed the partially consumed dessert up at his chaperone. âAnd I thought you were surprised I wasnât teasing you more,â he tittered, dragging his tongue up the curved, chocolate covered surface.
âI am, but thatâs besides the point. Iâm honestly impressed that you could recall where this shop is from only seeing the map once,â the man remarked.
Cheese slowed, if only in the smallest degree, as a blush crept into his cheeks. Grinning to himself, after holding Anonâs gaze for a moment, he looked away. âThanksâŚâ
Traversing the central passage of the plaza, the pair rode an escalator up to the second story and continued along their way. Seeing as how it was later in the day, more ponies were out and about - peering through windows, chatting happily, or carrying bags of goods to and fro. With the increased traffic, Anon kept close to his small charge.
After nearly ten minutes of walking, they made it to their destination. Anon hadnât been sure what to expect, perhaps a youth shop or some sort of a department store, but he definitely hadnât predicted that The Prancing Pony was a boutique specializing in maresâ apparel. As the foal dashed into the store, he resignedly followed.
Losing the colt in the sea of dresses, shirts, and negligee, he absentmindedly perused the various garments. It was interesting enough seeing such a large selection of maresâ clothing, since ponies rarely wore much of anything, although that wasnât the most interesting part. So far as he could tell, most of the apparel appeared to be available in nearly any size.
âCan I help you, sir?â a voice rang out, causing him to turn, as dapper, rather svelte pegasus stallion pranced over and grinned.
âOh - uh - I donât think so, Iâm here with my friend - er - the colt Iâm looking after,â Anon sputtered, unsure of exactly how to classify his company.
âA colt, eh? Well Iâm sure weâll have something in his size - after all, we do cater to creatures of every shape and preference,â the stallion jovially responded, proudly sweeping a forehoof across the room.
âPreferences?â Anon repeated, nonplussed.
Extending a hoof, looking exceptionally pleased with himself, the pegasus dramatically flapped his wings. âWell, MisterâŚâ
âAnon,â the man grunted, shaking the proffered foreleg.
âCall me Glitter Bomb,â the stallion hummed, vainly sweeping his flowing mane to the side. âWell then, Mr. Anon, Iâm sure youâre aware that some males, regardless of species or age, embrace their feminine side.â
âWait,â Anon croaked, âeven colts?â
Glitter cocked his head, seemingly confused by the question. âNot exceedingly young colts, no, but little stallions and mares have a right to express themselves as they see fit - sure, there may be a few who would rather they not, but theyâre few and far between.â
A myriad of thoughts assailed the man, as he grappled to comprehend what he was hearing. Glowering at the floor, trying his best to make sense of it all, he rubbed his chin. The idea that it was acceptable for young ponies to dress as they chose did make sense, in a way, considering they went around naked most of the time.
âBig Bro!â Cheese squawked, rushing past the racks and displays. âLook what I found!â
Looking over, Anon saw the young foal holding what appeared to be a lavender sundress in his hoof. He had to admit, though heâd never been that stylish or fashion inclined, the colors of the outfit would work well for the colt. As he went to give a supportive thumbs up, Cheese trotted closer and grabbed his pant leg.
âYou wanna see me try it on?â he merrily wondered, peering up at his host.
Torn, Anon looked between Glitter and Cheese. Something told him that the little rascal was scheming something, yet he had no way of knowing what. After a momentâs silence, as the three stood in a rough circle, the pegasus stepped forward and motioned towards the back of the shop.
âChanging rooms are in the back. Please, feel free,â Glitter noted. With the casual remark, he nodded and strutted away.
Cheese practically ran towards the fitting area, leaving Anon to trail behind. After navigating through the shop, he found himself in a short hallway with three doors to either side; the space was nearly identical to the dressing rooms he was familiar with on Earth, with each small chamber allowing someone to try on outfits in privacy. Looking around for a chair or bench to wait in, a bright pink mane appeared from one of the compartments.
âGive me one second,â Cheese said, disappearing from view.
Anon swore that no more than ten seconds had passed, before the colt sprang back into view. Adorned in the dress, smiling bashfully, he fidgeted before the man. The garment, while modest, did elevate Cheeseâs marish features, though not overpoweringly so - if anything, he looked like a little tomboy in the getup.
âThatâs actually pretty cute,â Anon admitted.
With his cheeks darkening, Cheese dashed back into the room. âHang on, I have one more thing to try on.â
Furrowing his brow, Anon thought for a moment. He hadnât seen any other outfits go into the room with the pony, so he wasnât sure what to expect. As he idled in the hallway, counting the ceiling tiles and wondering what the colt would appear in next, the soft sound of frustrated grunting and muted cursing crept to his ears.
âYou ok in there?â he asked, rapping on the door.
âCanât get these - Ugh - shorts to fit,â Cheese huffed from within. âCan you help me with this? I think theyâre stuckâŚâ
Without thinking it through, in a moment of ignorance, Anon walked in and froze. The young foal stood upon a sitting bench with a pair of exceedingly short boy shorts partially covering his rump. The fabric dug into the tykeâs soft, supple tush, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the flesh beneath. Coincidence or not, the sight was hotter than hell.
The two stood mute, staring at one another for what felt like an hour, before a mischievous grin split Cheeseâs muzzle. âBig Bro, how about you shut the door and help me out of theseâŚâ
The request dealt a crippling blow to Anonâs resolve and, before he had time to think, he stepped into the cramped room and kicked the door closed behind himself. Heâd been taunted and teased mercilessly all day and his body had had enough of it. Sinking to his knees, squarely behind the foal, he reached out, hitched his thumbs over the waistband of the shorts, and pulled them downward.
âThanks! I didnât know what Iâd - Gah!â Cheese squeaked, as the manâs face pressed into his ass.
Unable to help himself any longer, Anon caved to his urges. Feeling the silken pucker against his lips and breathing in the sweet, almost candy-like scent, he put his tongue to work. Licking, kissing, and lavishing the velvety ring, his pulse quickened. As he set to rimming the colt, he fumbled with his pants to free his steadily swelling manhood.
He swore he wasnât gay - at least, thatâs what heâd told himself for many, many years. Now, kneeling with his face buried in a foalâs backside, he couldnât be sure. It was almost like every part of Cheese was designed to get him worked up - his taste, his slightly effeminate voice, how incredible his ass and throat were, they were all beyond reproach.
It didnât matter that the ponyâs delicate coin-purse was resting against his chin - it didnât matter that he could feel the colt starting to stroke himself off - all that mattered was that he was going to teach Cheese a lesson for pushing him so far. Bringing both hands to the foalâs behind and pulling the chubby glutes apart, he gazed at the winking, slick hole he was about to ruin.
Licking two fingers and sliding them into the ladâs taut hole, he did what he could to warm Cheese up. Theyâd be left to make due as best they could, without any lube handy, although he didnât think that would be much of a problem. Considering how well trained his pint-sized partner was, he wouldnât be surprised if the tyke could handle it.
A throaty groan cut through the air, as Anon bent his fingers to massage Cheeseâs tender p-spot. Depressing the delicate little bulb, while the colt bucked back against his hand, the manâs ambitions soared. The last time theyâd fooled around, heâd brought the foal to an anal-only climax and he had every intention of recreating that magical moment - speaking of magical moments, he was about to have another first.
Never in his life had Anon ever done anything so naughty in a public setting. Someone could literally walk in on them at any given moment, yet that was part of the thrill. There he was, wantonly fingering a coltâs backdoor in a changing room, and he couldnât be more worked up. Getting to his feet, he freed his hand and spit into his palm. As much as he would have loved continuing to play with his pal, he couldnât hold himself back anymore.
Peeking over his shoulder, pressing his lusciously flat chest to the bench, Cheese arched his back. âFuck me,â he mouthed, gnawing his lower lip.
With the green-light given, Anon slathered his tool and got into position. Leveling his cock at the plump pucker and giving it a nudge, he slowly drove himself into his mate. Suppressing a shiver, as the hot, juicy confines embraced his length, his hips gradually pressed forward. Before he knew it, he was balls deep in the best piece of ass heâd ever had.
âI - Mmmph - knew it would fit!â Cheese loudly proclaimed, rocking his ample, foal bearing hips forward and back.
The outburst caused Anon to start, but only for a moment. The cheeky little bastard had said one of the few things that wouldnât be misconstrued as something uncouth! Rearing back, hauling a portion of his length from the ladâs inviting confines, he enthusiastically hilted and drove the colt forward.
âJust had to squeeze it all in there!â he countered, while he languidly began fucking.
From his vantage, the view was unparalleled. Cheese bit down on his forehoof, as his body was jostled by the forceful plunges. Grabbing âhold of the ponyâs tail and pulling it to the side, he peered down at the action. The tykeâs pucker clung to his tool with every withdrawal, before the pronounced and heavenly hole was driven inward with his thrusts.
Compelled by the anguish heâd suffered through, Anon reared his free hand back and slapped one of the jiggling globes beneath him. Shockwaves rippled through Cheeseâs rump and upper thighs and his eyes widened in shock, but he wasnât worried. Judging from his first night with the little guy, the colt liked it a bit on the rough side. Ready or not, heâd called down the thunder and now he was about to reap the whirlwind.
As the seconds dragged into minutes, Anon plowed with increasing speed and force. He wasnât just teaching the slutty colt a lesson - no, he was getting sweet catharsis for being badgered so cruelly. Tightening his grip, relishing the wondrously sinful sensations Cheese afforded, he leaned forward and brought his mouth to the ponyâs ear.
âYou gonna cum for your big bro?â he whispered, gently biting the coltâs ear.
Taking a small step forward and altering the trajectory of his plunges, he sent his manhood right into the coltâs sweet-spot. A sharp gasp was all Cheese gave, before he noisily mewled. Making a clandestinely lewd comment was one thing, but they couldnât afford to bring that much attention to themselves. Acting on instinct, doing the first thing that came to mind, the man turned his head and locked lips with his diminutive mate.
Rutting the colt with reckless abandon, while their tongues entwined, the only sounds filling the small area were those of colliding bodies and stifled moans of bliss. Somehow, despite being railed, Cheese managed to get a forehoof under himself to push his torso up. Yearning for more, meeting every ounce of the manâs zeal with his own twisted passion, he raised his ass.
âH...harder, Big Bro,â Cheese whimpered, pulling away for the briefest of moments.
More than happy to oblige, Anon unleashed his full carnal fury. Like a beast possessed, feeling very much like a virile stud, he pulled out all the stops. Sadly, due to being blue-balled for the better part of a day and the divine sensation of the coltâs ass, his endurance waned. While he couldnât say when he crossed the point of no return, he crossed it nonetheless.
Gritting his teeth, trying and failing to fight back the tide, the worst possible thing happened. Cheeseâs whole body tensed, his legs trembled, and his head shot back. It didnât take a genius to tell heâd pushed his partner past the breaking point, but that wasnât the most concerning part. Rearing back, drawing a deep lungful of air, he broke their kiss.
âBreed me!â Cheese wailed, overcome or uncaring of the circumstances.
The coltâs wish was immediately granted, by grand design or sheer dumb luck, as anon slipped past the brink. Grunting furiously, he sheathed his length and unloaded. Doing his damnedest to stay as quiet as possible, his essence surged through his wildly throbbing length. Overwhelmed, reveling in the intoxicating ecstasy of something so depraved, a sudden knock at the door rocked Anon from his stupor.
âIs everything alright in there?â Glitter called out, trying the door handle.
Unceremoniously withdrawing his still pulsating length, coating the coltâs behind and thighs with seed, the man slammed himself against the exit. âI...itâs fine! The little guy is just hâŚâ his feeble explanation died in his throat, as he fretfully looked over to his companion.
Cheese fished into his mane, produced a tiny plug, and effortlessly slipped it into his leaking, well-used backdoor. With a nonchalance that left Anon dumbfounded, the colt hopped up, wiped the jizz off his back, donned the shorts, and leapt from the stool. To think that someone so young was capable of such an immediate and well executed recovery was astounding, but he wasnât done yet.
Licking his relatively meager load from the wooden seat, he turned and trotted over to the man braced against the door. Rearing onto his hind legs, without a care in the world, he eagerly sucked Anonâs cock. Only once his dick was expertly cleaned did Cheese look up and clear his throat.
âSorry, Iâm super-duper hungry! We havenât had lunch yet and my Big Bro promised heâd bring me to eat soon!â he smoothly declared, giving Anon a wink.
âOh...Ok then. If you need me, Iâll be in the front,â the Pegasus replied, presumably trotting off.
Lowering himself, after securing his softening equipment, Anon brought himself closer to the lecherous foal. The entire event was one of the most arousing things heâd ever experienced and, if they werenât in a clothing store, he had little doubt heâd be ready for a second round in no time flat. Reaching out and tussling the coltâs mane, he smirked.
âI donât know how you do it,â he murmured, genuinely confounded by the ladâs skill and wherewithal.
âIf you keep me around,â Cheese cooed, craning his head and bringing their faces together, âyou just might find out.â Without saying another word, he shot forward and deeply kissed the man.
Anon paused, if only for a second, before he reciprocated the affection. The flavor of their mingled jizz washed over his taste buds, reigniting his lust with inexorable force. He could practically feel the hooks sinking in, drawing him to the corrupt sirenâs call of pursuing the colt. Just as quickly as their lips had met, they parted.
âDonât forget, I still get to play you in the arcade,â the colt hummed, looking up at him. âThat is, unless you want to get home and let me play with your joystick instead.â
âI...Yeah, letâs get headed home,â the man grunted, bowing to his chargeâs sexual prowess.
Fuck it - he still had a few days to spend with Cheese and theyâd already screwed twice, so he figured he may as well get the most out of it. If he was home, away from prying eyes and ears, heâd at least have some level of privacy for their lustful playtimes. Turning and opening the door, baying the colt forward, he watched the pony saunter out.
Fortunately, Glitter let Cheese wear the outfit out - once it had been paid for, of course. Walking along beside the little colt, hearing him contentedly hum to himself, Anonâs eyes continually drifted to the ponyâs rear. The fact that his seed was trapped within the lad was extraordinarily provocative, hammering home just how depraved the young foal really was.
Something told him that it was far from the last time theyâd be fooling around - even if he couldnât say what sort of sinful situation theyâd find themselves in next...