My Pretty Little Pony

I found him at the street corner. Red Light District.

Street walkers.

Sex workers.

Prostitutes.

A flower by any name would smell just as sweet, as the quote goes.

The boy barely looked old enough to drive. The clothes he wore were obviously meant to make him look more feminine. I assumed that's what the whore paint on his face was for.

Always liked makeup on my lovers.

I walked over to him and asked how much. He talked about how much for anal and how much for a blowjob, when I noticed something. Bruises. On his face. I pointed them how. He said that he had been low on pay, and his pimp wasn't very happy about it.

It was funny. He sounded so funny when he talked about how his pimp would beat him for lacking pay. I had to resist laughing at how childish he sounded.

"That makes you pretty desperate then, doesn't it?" He looked at me with fear. I asked him if I could pay half price for full service. He didn't have many options. The number of men willing to have sex with a crossdressing underage boy was low in these parts. He agreed, reluctantly.

We left to somewhere private.

I woke up to find myself in bed. Not mine. So I hadn't waken up yet. But it looked like I was in a tree. Maybe I was dreaming I was a squirrel now. If so, I liked the one with Twilight better.

"Huh? T-Twilight! He's up!"

Why was I in so much pain?

Oh right. Tree. Wood. Rocks. Pain.

Who was yelling?

Oh right. A purple dragon. Pretty dragon. Purple. Like-

"Twilight!" I saw her walk over and I tried to jump in joy, only to immediately regret it as my body shook in pain from trying to get up to hug her. I fell back onto the bed and looked at my body, seeing I was still human. Good. Pony and squirrel sex was a little too much, even for me. Needed alcohol for that one.

"Don't move! You were badly hurt when I found you. Lay back and relax. I don't want you getting worse."

So considerate....

Twilight placed her hooves gently on my chest and kissed my lips. She felt so pretty. Soft. My fingers went through her mane and one stroked her horn as the other felt her ne-

"What are you? Who are you?"

My fantasy stopped and I looked at my pretty pony for a few seconds, before I answered. "Alex. Alex Cooper."

"I've never heard of an Alex before," she said, looking me over. I blushed. I hoped I looked enough for her. It was now when I realized that my clothes were gone and various bandages was on my body. I had been stripped. By Twilight.

"You're Twilight Sparkle..."

She was shocked once again to how I knew about her. She asked me how I knew her name.

"You're famous. That, and everyone talks about how pretty you are. Pretty, pretty, pretty." I let the word dance in my mouth. I would be using it a lot in my head and in my mouth when I was around the pony. Even around the dragon, though he was nowhere near as pretty as my Twilight.

She blushed a cute pink tint. "Oh...Um...Thank you. Who is everyone?"

"People like me. Other people. Humans."

"What were you doing in a tree?" The dragon glared at me and I laughed, before stopping as I groaned in pain. Laughing felt like my ribs were stabbing my insides. Which was probably an accurate description of what was happening when I laughed.

"Spike, I think Alex is suffering from a concussion. Maybe even something worse. I'll have to look through some of my medical books. I'm sure I saw his head hit a few branches before he crashed."

"Is that why he's acting like Granny Smith?" Spike the pretty dragon wondered. Spike wasn't a very pretty name. Twilight was better. But only one pony was pretty enough for that name.

My Twilight.

"Alex, look at me."

"I'd love to," I replied, looking into her pretty eyes with my ugly brown ones. "I'm sorry."

"What? What for?"

"Nothing. Continue."

"Where did you come from?" She asked me.

"Mommy sent me here."

"Your mother? What, she kicked you out of the tree?" The dragon scratched his head in confusion, only to be scolded by the pretty pony.

"Spike, go downstairs and start getting some medical books on me. Bookmark sections on head trauma."

"Aye, aye, mam." He saluted and left. I tried to salute, but it hurt, so I just laid down quietly.

It was just Twilight and me now. She came onto my bed and we made love.

"Does your mother look like you?"

"Or foreplay. Okay," I said aloud. I thought about the question. My memories tell me my mom looked like me. Black hair. Brown eyes. Our neighbors called her Oriental. I thought about what I saw my mother as. Sharp teeth. Claws. Blood. Cracked skin. Three peni. Pregnant. But then I thought about what I had just saw. I saw a lizard, a lion, a bird, a goat, and more. "I wonder how doc would analyze that?"

"Excuse me?"

"My mother looks different. Sometimes she looks like me. Sometimes she doesn't."

"I...see."

I think I was confusing her. I smiled. I loved confusing people. It always made me think I was smarter than I actually was.

"Well, can you go back home once you're done healing?"

"Nope. Mommy kicked me out. I don't know how to get back." That was a lie. I could get back if I just woke up from this dream. But I didn't want to. Even if I could go back, "I don't want to go back." Oh. I had thought out loud again.

"What? Why?"

She was concerned. Like doc, but prettier. I liked it when people did that. I looked at her and spoke, and as I did my eyes trailed all around, looking at the various books littered about. "I want to be here. Mommy was mean. I want to get to be with you, and not there. I like it here better."

"I see...Well, I can tell you that no one in Ponyville will try to hurt you like your mother did."

That's what the police men and doc had said. I believed Twilight as much as I believed them. I suddenly embraced my purple pony, and sniffed her sweet fragrance, drowning my face in her mane. I felt her tense in my grip, but she relaxed as I gently stroked my fingers over her body. Years of experiencing soothing small, scared things had helped me know how to calm someone down. Even if that someone was a pretty pony.

"Thank you."

"Um...N-no problem. Please, let go. Moving around like that can make your injuries worse," she warned, as I sniffed her mane once more, kissing a few strands of hair, before I let go of her.

I felt tingly. Healed. It took me a few minutes to realize the sudden movement had hurt. But I didn't care. Feeling the pretty and pink hair against my lip was enough to make my heart flutter. Oh, how I love you, Twilight Sparkle.

"Is there anything you want me to get you while you rest?" The unicorn smiled at me, no doubt trying to contain herself as she felt the urges of love and lust dance with her body. She was so...beautiful. Pretty, pretty, beautiful.

"I like reading," I responded absent-mindly, but the words seemed to have made her beam. They made me beam too, because what made her happy, made me happy.

"I'll go get you something to read. Something simple. Don't want you straining yourself while you rest." She quickly left downstairs as I waved goodbye.

"I love you," I whispered.

"He's weird. Like, Snails weird, but worse," Spike commented, putting a book mark in a book.

"Spike, we know nothing about his species. For all we know, he could be even younger than you for his species. He certainly seems to have a childish demeanor..." Twilight Sparkle sighed as she walked over, grabbing a few foal books for their new guest. "He'll be staying with us until his wounds heal. After that, we'll think of what we'll do next..."

"Uh huh. So, what about that move he pulled just now? I think I saw him kissing your mane," the dragon exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger to the upstairs room.

"Spike, be careful. He can still hear you. Besides, like I said. He's a new, undiscovered species. Maybe his race are just more open with each other, or maybe that's just how his race shows thanks. Not to mention how he does seem like a child."

"Yeah, I guess...I don't know, Twilight, I'm just getting a bad feeling from this guy."

"I understand, Spike. Don't worry, I'll be careful."

We finally found ourselves a room in a love motel. He threw off his street walker clothes as I looked at him. When he was ready, he got onto the bed, wearing women's undergarments.

Was it wrong to say that wasn't what got my attention though?

I suddenly grabbed his neck and squeezed it slightly. He opened his mouth, letting out a choked scream, and saw it.

"A lot of your teeth are missing." I released him and he coughed and panted, struggling to catch his breath. Between coughs he explained that his pimp thought a lot of paying customers would be into that 'toothless blowjob shit!'

"Your life sucks," I laugh, pointing at him. "Missing teeth. Crossdressing. Serving men. Getting paid to be fucked." I think the boy was on the verge of tears after I laughed at him. He didn't talk back though. After all, he still needed my money to avoid a harsh beating that night.

Instead, I told him to take off undies. He did so, and I took them from him, stuffing them into my pocket, before I pulled out my wallet. I didn't want to spend time counting, so I just reached in and pulled out a wad of cash. More than twice the price of his full services at full price. I gave him the cash and bid him ado, before I left the hotel for the night.

"I'm sorry," I said. It felt weird saying it. Like I was Alex Cooper, normal guy again. Like I wasn't Alex Cooper, bi sexual pedophile and sexual deviant.

I don't know what made me say it, or why I gave him the money in the first place.

Maybe there was more of Alex Cooper still in me than I thought.