My Pretty Little Pony

I think I learned how much I love the feel of a child's body was when I was walking down the street one day. I enjoyed jogging in the nearby park, getting away from the erected towers of stone and metal my apartment was surrounded by.

I spied a pair of children, their parents nowhere to be seen. The girl was, by my best guess, ten years old. Her male friend looked more along the lines of seven or eight. They stood beneath a tree, tugging on a piece of string that was connected to a rainbow colored kite.

"Mister! Hey, mister! Can you help us? We can't get our kite!"

"Huh? Uhh..." I stuttered. I had a bad habit of that. Mom never liked it. "Sure! Um....I don't think I can reach it down."

"Can you, please, pick me up then?" The girl asked.

I dumbly nodded, and walked over.

I soon found my hands on her small body. They were on her waist, and my digits found themselves gently stroking her belly as she grabbed the kite. She giggled a bit, laughing at my tickling, before I placed her back on the ground.

What was I doing?

Why did I touch her like that?

I'm an adult! I should know better.

...But it did feel nice. She was so cute.

Soft.

Her shirt was purple, my favorite color. Her skirt was pink and purple. Flowing, blond hair reached down to her ass. Long. Beautiful. Like a waterfall.

I was flushing red. I waved goodbye to the children as they thanked me. I saw the skirt the girl wore bounce as she ran. I think I saw her panties. Why did I have to see them? Why did I like seeing them?

Maybe I remember it wrong.

Maybe I'm making myself seem more innocent. I can't help but think it sounds like I was the one seduced.

Maybe I waved a candy bar at a kid and took them home and fucked them, just like that? Shoved my cock into her little cunt. Maybe I asked her to bring her little boyfriend over, too, and fucked him?

Its so easy thinking that. Imagining it that way.

I know it's not, for most people. But then why is it so easy for me to think? More importantly, why is it so easy for me to do?

The foals laughed as they played. I smiled, watching them. I had given them back their ball, and I watched as they played with it. I had became fast friends with the self titled Cutie Mark Crusaders, and several other foals. They had, of course, asked what I was, but being simple foal, they easily accepted that I was a special creature. I had told them I was a friend of Twilight's, and that was all that was needed, it seemed.

It was nice playing with them. I wasn't good with social events. I didn't work well in crowds. But they all seemed so friendly. I took a chance, and now here I was, laughing as I gave the ball a kick.

Where it landed just made me laugh more.

"God does have a sense of humor," I whispered to myself as my kick landed the ball into a nearby tree, where it became stuck because of a rouge branch. I looked to the pegasus, expecting them to fly after it. None of them could lift themselves so high up though. There was only one logical thing to do.

That is how I found myself in a twisted reflection of my past.

I nervously laughed to myself, partly at the joke God chose to play, partly because of how cute Scootaloo's rump was compared to her fellow foals.

I doubt it was my imagination. She was not the first child I held in my arms. My fingers danced and stroked across her body, feeling the touch of every strand of fur and gently getting a delicious feel of her body. I wanted to kiss every feather on her wings, and I desired to cover them in my scent. I wanted to take this symbol of innocence and plunge it into sex and perversion.

She was quite beautiful, in her own way, and her beauty was enchanted by the pretty purple mane she wore. It reminded me of Twilight.

"T-Twilight, stop," I would hear her moan.

Twilight kissed her lips, silencing her. My fingers moved down her small body, and touched her forbidden treasure. My cock was hard in pulsing as I licked her body. She was delicious. My fingers continued to play with her virgin cunt.

Twilight and her would moan and ask me to make love to them. I could see it now, and my body became hot from lust. I was so lost in fantasy, that I did not realize Scootaloo was staring at me.

"H-hey, you can bring me down now."

"Huh?" I was brought back to reality and I saw the orange and pretty pegasus holding the softball. I did as asked, crouching down and gave her rump one last squeeze before releasing her. She went back to her friends, looking...off-put.

I wondered if her parents had warned her of people like me?

I wondered if it mattered, considering this was all a dream? Would it matter right now if I force her and her friends to the ground, and made love to them all?

How different would it be from sex with a human child?

"Kids! Come in-" I heard a gasp and turned my head to see another pony, around pretty Twilight's age.

Speaking of Twilight...

The new pony was purple, a pink mane. A smile pulled at my lips, and my teeth were revealed as I gazed at the pretty, pretty, new pony. Another number to add to the orgy?

"Hi, Miss Cheerilee! Look what we found!" One of the small foals smiled, motioning to me. I smiled at the beautiful mare and waved at her.

"You...found it? What exactly is it?" She asked, cocking her head in confusion.

"You don't know?" The red and yellow pony looked at me. I think she was expecting some help to that question.

I never had the chance to answer though, as a beautiful voice called out to me.

"Pretty?" I whispered, turning my head to see Twilight, and several other ponies nearing us. The group of ponies my lover had associated herself with with almost as beautiful as her. Two in particular had purple manes. Well, one had a shade of purple in her multicolored mane. The other had purple locks, curled to the point of perfection.

My mind wandered, dipping into a sea of potential.

To see them moan.

To see them cry.

I wonder which of them was a virgin?

"Alex?"

My eyes blinked as I was brought out of my fantasies by my love. She was looking up at me, a look of disappointment and annoyance on my face. I stepped back, feeling my past bite me.

She was upset.

Just like mother. I took another step back, faster, and then another, this time too quickly, slipping up and falling back.

"I'm sorry!" I whimpered, seeing cuts on the self inflicted cuts on my arm from this morning.

"Alex...? Hey, come on, its okay." Twilight stepped over to my and placed a hoof on my shoulder. I relaxed at the soft feel of her touch.

She wasn't like mother. Why was I afraid? I scolded myself, and nodded. Fear is irrational. Stupid, Alex.

"Your hand!"

I looked at them, resting on my elbows, and to my shock I found blood. I must have scraped my hand against a rock when I fell, somehow. I hugged Twilight's suddenly, expecting her to help me.

"Hey, it's okay. I...I got you. Cheerilee, can Alex borrow use the class bathroom to clean his hand?"

"Oh, o-of course! Right this way, uh...Alex."

I looked at Twilight and smiled, and suddenly kissed her cheek, smiling to myself. "Thank you."

She blushes, but before she can say anything, I dash into the small school, bending down to enter it.

The others looked at her in confusion, demanding an answer.

"Let me guess, that was your pet project?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Twilight let out a sigh and simply nodded her head.

"T-that was a baby?" Fluttershy questioned.

"Twilight wasn't kidding. Fella looked like he was twice our size. Wonder how the adults turn out?" Applejack mumbled.

"I am so sorry, Cheerilee. Alex didn't cause any trouble, did he?"

"No, no, no trouble at all...What...is he exactly?"

"I'm not sure. I know he's a new species, and he seems to be a child. He hasn't been very helpful in helping me learn about his race's culture or even where their home is...I've been taking care of him since he fell out of a tree in the Everfree Forest."

"I think he likes you," Rainbow added, poking a hoof into the scholar's side. The purple pony pushed it back and shook her head.

"He's just a baby. I think he just considers me a replacement for his mother, since his seems to have abandoned him."

"A baby?!" Some of the foals gasped.

"Abandoned? Oh, that poor thing!" Fluttershy whimpered.

Cheerilee looked at her students and smiled, trying to calm herself after seeing an entirely new type of animal. "Was Mr...Uh...Alex nice, children?"

The various foals nodded and talked about the baby giant they had found and played with. Save for Scootaloo, who stared into the school, watching the door close behind said giant...

"..."

I splashed water onto the cut, and cleaned it with the dry tissues.

Twilight was so cute.

I could so easily imagine her with me. Making love to me. We could bring in her friends and cute, little Scootaloo too! She wouldn't argue. Who could argue to joining in making love with someone as amazing as Twilight? We could teach her and help her learn how to be a good lover.

This dream was getting better now. I felt like I could do whatever I want. Mother's words were so far from my head as I thought up all of the naughty things I could do to the ponies around me.

"Freak."

"Who said that?"

"I hate you."

I looked around for the source of the voice. It was hurtful and wrong. I wanted to find it. And find it I did. In the mirror above the small sink.

"...?" My reflection was staring at me. Glaring at me. His face, my face, contorted and malformed into one of hate and contempt. "...Who are you? I mean, I know...I know you're...me, but..."

Even at my craziest moments, I don't think I ever went this far...Or maybe I did, but I refused to remember it? I would not be surprised at that. Seeing my own reflection walk out of a mirror, his image twisting and contorting as if it was trying to fix itself. It was sickening. He was sickening.

Which was funny, because I think he thought the same of me.

"I'm Alex Cooper. The REAL Alex Cooper."

"I don't understand."

"Do you know what it was like? What it felt like?!" To my amazement, his face became more disturbing the more he shouted. I found myself grabbed by my collar and thrown. I slammed into the glass, my skull shattering it as the self proclaimed Real Alex spoke. "Look what you did to me. I had to watch, as you used my body for your sick, fucking perversions?!"

"W-what?"

"You made me a monster! You made me a freak who gets off on fucking children!"

Images shot through my mind. I was in a car. A child was getting in with me. The only thought in my head was...

"She wouldn't have gotten in if she didn't want it."

A fist slammed into my stomach. I reeled back in pain, and one of my hands gently touched the shattered glass of the mirror.

"You're a freak! Why do you even exist!? Why me?! Why did I have to have something like you in my head?!"

"..."

"I want to make you hurt. But knowing you, you'd get off on it."

"..."

"Say something, you sick monster! Say-!"

I gripped a shard of glass and forced it into his chest. I dug it in as deep as I could, hearing his fake blood spill out of his heart and onto his guts, painting them all crimson. I heard every struggled breath of air escape his mouth.

"I'm going to make love to Twilight. I am going to fuck her. Fuck whoever I want in this dream. You won't turn this into a nightmare. She's going to love me...and if I don't, I'll find someone who will...You won't take me out of this dream."

"She'll never love you," he spoke. So much ease in saying those words, despite the pierced heart.

The door burst open, revealing Twilight and the other pretty ponies. I turned to stare at them, pulling the glass shard out of the liar's chest. I was holding it so tightly, I was beginning to bleed. I gazed at them, and I smiled.

"I killed him."

I fell to the ground, as my blood stained my shirt, the bloody glass falling with me.