“Goody goody gumdrops! I can’t wait,” Cheese merrily chirped, hopping circles around the man.
“And you said your mom would be ok with you seeing this?” Anon asked, peering down at the energetic colt.
Nodding eagerly, the small pony came ‘round and began trotting at his chaperone’s side. “Mmmhmm! Mom brought me to the last Super Sentai Stallions movie! I’m sure she’d be happy to hear you brought me to see the sequel!”
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 he’d been burdened with looking after the Pinkie’s kid. It wasn’t 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, she’d gone off on some retreat with her friends. Normally, looking after a young pony wouldn’t 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 he’d 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 hadn’t been something he’d ever planned on experiencing, it had happened nonetheless. One thing led to another and - well - he’d ended up making an eclair out of the little strumpet.
As if railing out his charge wasn’t 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, he’d 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 hadn’t 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 wasn’t the case. Regardless, the man found himself fortunate that the colt hadn’t wanted to adorn himself with anything slatternly for their outing.
After a short walk from the station, they’d reached their destination. Though Anon had heard of the mall before, he’d 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 he’d been subjected to, he saw himself inside.
“So,” he began, stopping by a map displaying the various shops and their locations, “where do you want to go first?”
“Hmmmm,” Cheese hummed, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “If we go and see an early showing of the movie, we can get lunch afterwards!”
Bending over and tussling the colt’s frizzy pink mane, Anon smiled. “Not a bad idea, little dude.”
The pony’s grin wavered, as he reached up and put his hoof on the man’s hand. “Um - Anon? Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure thing, what is it?” he asked, squatting down to bring himself closer to his companion.
“C...can I call you big brother?” the colt murmured.
“Uh,” the man paused, mulling the question. It seemed innocent enough - then again, most of the tiny fiend’s 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 he’d been lucky enough not to have been hit on by the miniature harlot for several hours, he reluctantly relented. “Sure, little bro.”
Positively beaming, the colt excitedly vibrated and leapt to the man’s 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 pony’s cotton candy-like scent. Despite being remarkably lewd, Cheese was cuter than get-out.
“Thanks, Big Bro,” the colt whispered, affectionately nuzzling his neck.
The sensation of the lad’s warm, soft muzzle against him sent a shiver up his spine. It wasn’t 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.
“Alright, we’ll hit the movies then get some lunch,” he intoned, trying to keep his mind from wandering into lecherous waters.
“Then I wanna go shopping!” Cheese asserted.
Anon shrugged, seeing no harm in an additional excursion. “Sure, why not.”
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 wasn’t any clothing or footwear for the lone human, that didn’t mean there weren’t 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 hadn’t seen a game room since he was a kid!
Taking note of his host’s slackened pace, Cheese looked up at his bipedal friend. “You wanna stop here before we go?”
“Yeah,” Anon mused, pleased with the notion, “that would be pretty fun.”
Inching over and elbowing the man’s leg, the colt grinned. “Just don’t be mad if I whoop your butt in a fighting game.”
It’d 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. “You’re on.”
Giving the man a resounding hoof-bump, Cheese sauntered ahead. “When I win, I’ll be expecting a deep massage from you,” he giggled, flicking his tail and putting a little extra swing in his hips.
The sight of the colt’s 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, he’d been surprised that they could even do the sinful deed. Cheese wasn’t all that big, only about half the size of a fully grown pony, so he’d been shocked to find himself hilted within the young foal. From what he’d gathered, the colt was no stranger to rather adult activities and, judging from his carnal know-how, he’d had plenty of experience.
“If you’re gonna enjoy the view all day, I could give you a closer look,” Cheese loudly taunted, stopping to invitingly wiggle his behind.
Stunned by the not so subtle remark, Anon cursed under his breath. While he’d 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 minutes’ 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.
“Oh, oh! Big Bro!” Cheese bleated, tugging at his host’s pant leg. “Can we sit in the back?”
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 colt’s eyes wander down his chest and towards his groin, it was only then that Anon realized he’d made a terrible error. With almost half an hour to kill and no smartphones or handheld games to distract themselves, they’d be left to entertain one another until the movie started. Left to his wits, he’d have to find a way to keep his charge occupied in a chaste fashion.
“So, Big Bro, I was wondering about you not having a marefriend…” Cheese muttered, reaching over and pushing the dividing arm between them up and out of the way.
“No,” Anon grunted, definitely crossing his arms. Be damned if he knew what the imp was up to, but he wasn’t about to get baited into a discussion about relationships.
On both Earth and Equestria, he’d failed time and again to bag himself a prospective mate. Whether it was rotten luck or simply that the women and mares he’d attempted to court weren’t interested, he couldn’t say. As things were, it was a sore subject - doubly so, since he’d punched his interspecies v-card with a guy.
It wasn’t like he was homophobic or anything - far from it, in fact; he had several gay friends back in his homeland and they’d always gotten along just fine. He’d only ever fooled around with women and never really given much thought to doing anything sexual with a dude, that’s all. Before his runin with Cheese, he hadn’t 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 wasn’t sure where his sexuality lay. It didn’t matter all that much, in the grand scheme of things, though the prospect of being bisexual left him perplexed. If he’d 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.
“What’s it matter if I’m single or not?” he asked, as the foal inched nearer.
“Are you though?” Cheese countered, tenderly stroking the man’s thigh. “I mean, we are kind of on a date…”
“I...What?” Anon blurted.
“Think about it,” the colt cooed, as his hoof drifted towards his host’s groin, “you’re taking me out to a movie, we’re going to have a meal, then I’m going to go shopping with you.”
Lifting his finger to protest, Anon faltered. There was no way he’d 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 wasn’t about to embrace the concept of courting a colt. Brushing the lad’s hoof away, he watched a family of four enter the theater.
“Hmmph! You’re no fun,” Cheese pouted, hopping from his seat and strolling to the stairs. “I’m going to the bathroom before the movie starts.”
“We’ve got some time, don’t worry,” the man grumbled, dismissively waving the tiny vamp away.
The quartet he’d 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.
“Oh, hey, you’re that Anonymous fella I read about in the Manehattan Chronicle, aren’t ya?” the stud inquired.
“Yeah that’s-” 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. “Yeah,” he croaked, “that’s me.”
“Gosh! I never expected to see you here in Canterlot!” the paternal pony continued, momentarily looking over to his wife and youngsters. “What brings you to the capital? You got a meeting with the Princesses or something?”
“N...nah, I j...just thought I’d come and see a movie,” 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.
“Name’s Silver Lance, by the way. Me and the family live here in town and I work for the Royal Guard!” the overly-chatty stallion proudly exclaimed. “That there is my wife, Fondant, and my two little ones are Dew Drop and Rain Drop.”
“Charmed,” 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, he’d 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 Silver’s direction, an unmistakable warmth washed over the tip of his manhood.
Out of sight to all but his host, Cheese slipped the head of Anon’s 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, he’d had no way of knowing the fantasy would be fulfilled by what he was reasonably sure was jail bait.
“Say, since you’re here, you mind if I ask you something?” Silver intoned, leaning over the back of his seat. “I know what I read in the papers, but do you really not know how you got here?”
Sliding his hand lower and depressing Cheese’s fluffy mane, lest the inquisitive stallion spy the vivid pink afro-like hair steadily moving between his legs, Anon forced a smile. “Nope! Just woke up outside Ponyville one morning and never got any explanation for it.”
“Huh,” Silver grunted, scratching the side of his head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Discord had something to do with it - then again, I don’t think the Princesses would let him get away with something like that.”
Suppressing a shiver, while the colt’s tongue rolled across the sensitive underside of his shaft, Anon anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t be s...surprised…”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past that prankster to pull something like that. Anyhow, I was - Hey! What did I tell you about shoving!” 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 Cheese’s head, he shuffled forward and hauled the colt’s 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 foal’s throat, watching the lad’s eyes roll back and water, the muted sound of gagging crept to his ears. If the infernal incubus wanted his dick, so help him, that’s 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 they’d seat themselves in, he swiftly relinquished his grip on his guest’s 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 colt’s jaw dropping tenacity, Anon’s eyes widened in shock. Gazing down at the tyke, seeing the look of unabashed lust on the lad’s face, he realized he needed to reverse course and reverse course fast. Grabbing the pony’s 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. “Big meanie,” he sulked, sinking back into the chair with his puny stallionhood standing at his groin.
“Big meanie - yeah right. I just don’t want to get into trouble,” 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 colt’s face, he sighed. Promiscuous or not, Cheese wasn’t a bad pony by any stretch and he hadn’t wanted to upset the tyke.
“Cheese, I -” 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 colt’s shoulder. Reluctantly, as the trailers concluded and the opening sequence of the film began, Cheese wriggled up against him. Relieved that there weren’t 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 wasn’t a bad movie in the slightest! Somewhat akin to the shows he’d 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 colt’s 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.
“I can’t believe the Gold Guardian was a bad guy all along!” Cheese exclaimed, trotting out of the theater beside the man.
“Nah, I was suspicious about him since the beginning. You saw how he kept looking at the Staff of Power, right?” Anon countered, holding the door open for his guest.
“I...Oh wait, yeah! He was acting kind of funny!” the tyke gasped.
“Mmmhmm,” the man smugly hummed. “I’m 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!”
“Pfffft! Nah!” Cheese laughed, waving a hoof at him. “She always survives and comes back. If she didn’t, the show would lose its best piece of eye candy - well, besides that studly Green Warden,” he explained, gently biting his lower lip.
“She was pretty cute,” Anon admitted, thinking back on the slender mare in her skin-tight bodysuit.
“You know, I could…” the colt trailed off, before shaking his head. “Yeah, anyways, you want to get some lunch?”
Nodding, Anon led them into the food court. Given that all they’d 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.
“You wanna get pizza?” Cheese chirped, licking his chops and eyeing a little italian stall.
“I was gonna get us pizza tonight, after we get back. How about some stir fry?” Anon responded, pointing in the direction of what appeared to be an asian shop manned by a number of kirin.
“Only if I can get a dessert,” the little foal asserted.
Already moving towards the scent of fried noodles and MSG, the man shrugged. “Being Pinkie’s kid, it’s no surprise that you’ve got a sweet tooth.”
Cheese came to a stop beside him and glanced up, wiggling his eyebrows. “And I know how to have a good time.”
Anon had never given much thought to Pinkie Pie’s 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 he’d gone out and socialized with anyone since coming to Equestria.
He’d been out to a party or two - hell, he’d 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
“What’d you get?” Cheese asked, having finished his first few bites.
Holding up a finger, Anon chewed and swallowed his mouthful. “Poultry.”
Extending a hoof, the colt pointed at the plate of crispy chicken bits. “Can I try some?”
“I - uh…” Anon fumbled, somewhat uneasy about the prospect. He wasn’t sure if his charge was allowed to eat meat, let alone able to digest the stuff. “Can you?”
“There’s a gryphon in my class who lets me try his snacks,” Cheese explained, giving a small shrug, “so I don’t think it’s a big deal.”
“If your mom finds out,” the man sighed, poking at his food, “it was your idea.” 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, or…
“Aaaaaaaaaah,” 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 Cheese’s 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 foal’s 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 chaperone’s meal, yet that wasn’t 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.
“The sauce is really good,” Cheese cheerfully remarked, before leaning closer to his host, “but I like yours better.” 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. “If you’re a good colt, I might give you a treat later.”
“And if I’m a bad colt?” the runtish foal purred. Hopping from his chair, without a care in the world, he rounded the table and came to the man’s side.
“What are you - Oof,” 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 man’s groin. Gyrated his cushioned tush, as if to make himself comfortable, he craned his head to look up and back at his host. “Thank you so much for letting me sit with you, Big Bro,” he blithely hollered, causing several of the nearby ponies and creatures to turn. “You’re the best!”
Before Anon could protest, he noticed the attention they’d gathered. If he made a stink or moved Cheese, he’d 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 man’s fly, his innocent smile broadened. In no time flat, Anon’s tool was sandwiched between the lad’s buns and thighs.
“Can you feed me, Big Bro? I can’t reach my plate!” Cheese giggled, ineffectual pawing at the opposite side of the table.
“S...sure,” Anon stammered, reaching out and moving both the plates nearer.
The way he saw it, he didn’t have any other option but to hand feed his guest. Held hostage, with his bare cock being ground on by the imp, there wasn’t really anything he could do. If he tried to stand up, he’d get caught - if he moved Cheese, he’d get caught - if he started chastising the colt, he’d 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 wasn’t helping matters that their heartwarming scene had drawn more attention than ever, with families waving or commenting on their fraternal display. Ignoring the passer’s 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, he’d be in deep, deep shit. Looking over, possibly alerted by Anon’s cold sweat, Cheese waved at the policemare.
“Hey there! My name’s Cheese,” the colt whooped, grinning from ear to ear, “and this is Anon. He’s my super best big brother!”
Lowering her head and peeking over the rim of her mirrored glasses, the officer’s eyes swept from the young pony, up to the man’s face, and back to the pony. “Officer Caliente, pleased to meet you,” she tersely stated, extending a hoof to the pint-sized foal.
Enthusiastically shaking the constable’s foreleg, bouncing away on Anon’s lap, Cheese beamed. “Always happy to meet a new friend!”
“Pinkie is a friend of mine, I’m just looking after him while she’s on a trip,” the man uttered. Patting the tyke’s head, silently hoping the pony would cease squirming on his dick, he smiled sheepishly at the officer.
“Wait,” Caliente whispered, retrieving her hoof and lifting her shades, “you’re Pinkie Pie’s son?”
“Sure am!” the colt proudly announced.
Shifting her focus from Cheese to Anon, the officer squinted. “And this guy is-”
“He’s my Big Bro! He looks after me and we always have a great time together - even if he doesn’t let me get dessert sometimes,” Cheese theatrically huffed, rocking back and crossing his forelegs over his chest.
“Sir,” Caliente barked, causing the man to start, “I order you to get this fine young stallion a dessert later!”
Having come closer to shitting himself than he cared to admit, Anon snapped a crisp salute. “Yes, Ma’am!” he yelped. Frankly, if she’d promised just to leave them be, he would’ve promised any number of things for her.
“Don’t worry, Officer, I’ll hold him to it,” Cheese snickered.
“Alright then - you two enjoy your meal and have a good afternoon,” 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, Anon’s anxiety spiked. There should’ve been no way in hell she could see his cock lodged in the cleft of Cheese’s 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.
“Bye!” 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. “I’ll wait until you’re soft, that should give us time to eat.”
“What if it doesn’t get soft?” Anon hissed, gritting his teeth.
“If that’s the case,” the colt purred, rocking his hips forward and back, “we might need to find somewhere warm and snug to hide it…”
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.
“Let me just…” Cheese mused, deftly thrusting a foreleg down and back to stow the softened manhood against him. “There we go, good as new!”
“Thanks,” 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. “Which clothing store did you want to go to?”
“The Prancing Pony, but aren’t you forgetting something?” 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 policemare’s meddling, he owed his young friend a sweet of some kind. While it wasn’t really that big of a deal, it served as another reminder to just how badly his plans were going off the rails. Thus far, he’d been fellated, persistently provoked, and nearly been caught with his dick out of his pants - and it wasn’t even that late in the afternoon yet!
“I’d like a frozen banana, please!” Cheese asserted, bounding to his bipedal companion’s side.
“Of course you do,” Anon murmured under his breath, before looking up and nodding to the employee behind the counter. “One frozen banana,” 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.
“So where’s this clothing store?” Anon inquired, instinctively moving to one of the many map kiosks.
“It’s this way, second deck, third to last shop on the right,” Cheese replied. Hopping along on three hooves, as he licked and nibbled upon his phallic sweet, he piqued an eyebrow up at his host. “Why the funny look?”
“You knew that from memory?” Anon asked.
“Yeah! Mom says I’m super-duper good with stuff, just like her! I can remember recipes, maps, and even math - even though I think it’s pretty boring,” the colt lamented. Taking another bite of his banana, he pointed the partially consumed dessert up at his chaperone. “And I thought you were surprised I wasn’t teasing you more,” he tittered, dragging his tongue up the curved, chocolate covered surface.
“I am, but that’s besides the point. I’m honestly impressed that you could recall where this shop is from only seeing the map once,” the man remarked.
Cheese slowed, if only in the smallest degree, as a blush crept into his cheeks. Grinning to himself, after holding Anon’s gaze for a moment, he looked away. “Thanks…”
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 hadn’t been sure what to expect, perhaps a youth shop or some sort of a department store, but he definitely hadn’t predicted that The Prancing Pony was a boutique specializing in mares’ 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 mares’ clothing, since ponies rarely wore much of anything, although that wasn’t the most interesting part. So far as he could tell, most of the apparel appeared to be available in nearly any size.
“Can I help you, sir?” a voice rang out, causing him to turn, as dapper, rather svelte pegasus stallion pranced over and grinned.
“Oh - uh - I don’t think so, I’m here with my friend - er - the colt I’m looking after,” Anon sputtered, unsure of exactly how to classify his company.
“A colt, eh? Well I’m sure we’ll have something in his size - after all, we do cater to creatures of every shape and preference,” the stallion jovially responded, proudly sweeping a forehoof across the room.
“Preferences?” Anon repeated, nonplussed.
Extending a hoof, looking exceptionally pleased with himself, the pegasus dramatically flapped his wings. “Well, Mister…”
“Anon,” the man grunted, shaking the proffered foreleg.
“Call me Glitter Bomb,” the stallion hummed, vainly sweeping his flowing mane to the side. “Well then, Mr. Anon, I’m sure you’re aware that some males, regardless of species or age, embrace their feminine side.”
“Wait,” Anon croaked, “even colts?”
Glitter cocked his head, seemingly confused by the question. “Not 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 they’re few and far between.”
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.
“Big Bro!” Cheese squawked, rushing past the racks and displays. “Look what I found!”
Looking over, Anon saw the young foal holding what appeared to be a lavender sundress in his hoof. He had to admit, though he’d 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.
“You wanna see me try it on?” 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 moment’s silence, as the three stood in a rough circle, the pegasus stepped forward and motioned towards the back of the shop.
“Changing rooms are in the back. Please, feel free,” 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.
“Give me one second,” 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 Cheese’s marish features, though not overpoweringly so - if anything, he looked like a little tomboy in the getup.
“That’s actually pretty cute,” Anon admitted.
With his cheeks darkening, Cheese dashed back into the room. “Hang on, I have one more thing to try on.”
Furrowing his brow, Anon thought for a moment. He hadn’t seen any other outfits go into the room with the pony, so he wasn’t 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.
“You ok in there?” he asked, rapping on the door.
“Can’t get these - Ugh - shorts to fit,” Cheese huffed from within. “Can you help me with this? I think they’re stuck…”
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 tyke’s 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 Cheese’s muzzle. “Big Bro, how about you shut the door and help me out of these…”
The request dealt a crippling blow to Anon’s resolve and, before he had time to think, he stepped into the cramped room and kicked the door closed behind himself. He’d 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.
“Thanks! I didn’t know what I’d - Gah!” Cheese squeaked, as the man’s 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 wasn’t gay - at least, that’s what he’d told himself for many, many years. Now, kneeling with his face buried in a foal’s backside, he couldn’t 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 didn’t matter that the pony’s delicate coin-purse was resting against his chin - it didn’t 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 foal’s 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 lad’s taut hole, he did what he could to warm Cheese up. They’d be left to make due as best they could, without any lube handy, although he didn’t think that would be much of a problem. Considering how well trained his pint-sized partner was, he wouldn’t be surprised if the tyke could handle it.
A throaty groan cut through the air, as Anon bent his fingers to massage Cheese’s tender p-spot. Depressing the delicate little bulb, while the colt bucked back against his hand, the man’s ambitions soared. The last time they’d fooled around, he’d 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 colt’s backdoor in a changing room, and he couldn’t 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 couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
Peeking over his shoulder, pressing his lusciously flat chest to the bench, Cheese arched his back. “Fuck me,” 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 he’d ever had.
“I - Mmmph - knew it would fit!” 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 wouldn’t be misconstrued as something uncouth! Rearing back, hauling a portion of his length from the lad’s inviting confines, he enthusiastically hilted and drove the colt forward.
“Just had to squeeze it all in there!” 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 ‘hold of the pony’s tail and pulling it to the side, he peered down at the action. The tyke’s pucker clung to his tool with every withdrawal, before the pronounced and heavenly hole was driven inward with his thrusts.
Compelled by the anguish he’d suffered through, Anon reared his free hand back and slapped one of the jiggling globes beneath him. Shockwaves rippled through Cheese’s rump and upper thighs and his eyes widened in shock, but he wasn’t worried. Judging from his first night with the little guy, the colt liked it a bit on the rough side. Ready or not, he’d 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 wasn’t 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 pony’s ear.
“You gonna cum for your big bro?” he whispered, gently biting the colt’s ear.
Taking a small step forward and altering the trajectory of his plunges, he sent his manhood right into the colt’s sweet-spot. A sharp gasp was all Cheese gave, before he noisily mewled. Making a clandestinely lewd comment was one thing, but they couldn’t 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 man’s zeal with his own twisted passion, he raised his ass.
“H...harder, Big Bro,” 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 colt’s ass, his endurance waned. While he couldn’t 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. Cheese’s whole body tensed, his legs trembled, and his head shot back. It didn’t take a genius to tell he’d pushed his partner past the breaking point, but that wasn’t the most concerning part. Rearing back, drawing a deep lungful of air, he broke their kiss.
“Breed me!” Cheese wailed, overcome or uncaring of the circumstances.
The colt’s 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.
“Is everything alright in there?” Glitter called out, trying the door handle.
Unceremoniously withdrawing his still pulsating length, coating the colt’s behind and thighs with seed, the man slammed himself against the exit. “I...it’s fine! The little guy is just h…” 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 wasn’t 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 Anon’s cock. Only once his dick was expertly cleaned did Cheese look up and clear his throat.
“Sorry, I’m super-duper hungry! We haven’t had lunch yet and my Big Bro promised he’d bring me to eat soon!” he smoothly declared, giving Anon a wink.
“Oh...Ok then. If you need me, I’ll be in the front,” 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 he’d ever experienced and, if they weren’t in a clothing store, he had little doubt he’d be ready for a second round in no time flat. Reaching out and tussling the colt’s mane, he smirked.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he murmured, genuinely confounded by the lad’s skill and wherewithal.
“If you keep me around,” Cheese cooed, craning his head and bringing their faces together, “you just might find out.” 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 siren’s call of pursuing the colt. Just as quickly as their lips had met, they parted.
“Don’t forget, I still get to play you in the arcade,” the colt hummed, looking up at him. “That is, unless you want to get home and let me play with your joystick instead.”
“I...Yeah, let’s get headed home,” the man grunted, bowing to his charge’s sexual prowess.
Fuck it - he still had a few days to spend with Cheese and they’d 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, he’d 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, Anon’s eyes continually drifted to the pony’s 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 they’d be fooling around - even if he couldn’t say what sort of sinful situation they’d find themselves in next...
