My Pretty Little Pony

by MasterZero

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Sex, Tragedy, Discord, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Sad
Length: 6989

A patient to a mental hospital ends up in Equestria. The fate of Earth lies in his perverted hands.

Discord has chosen a convicted pedophile to act as representative of the entire human race. He sends him to Equestria, and if the human fails to portray humanity well, Discord will bring chaos to Earth for eternity. Tossed into a new. strange world, Alex Cooper must try to control his sexual and mental urges for the sake of humanity. He must overcome his own depravity and work with the Elements of Harmony to find a way to overcome his disturbed, scarred mind.

Published 2012-03-21 22:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-08 02:31:06 UTC

The Rejected One

"Good afternoon, Alex."

"Hi, doc," I replied. I was sitting in the cliche chair and he was writing notes as we spoke to one another.

"Nurse Jane said you were crying last night, but didn't want to talk about it with her."

"I like you more, doc," I replied, before I turned to look at the older man. "You remind me of my father. He was a good man."

"I know he was, Alex. Would you like to tell me what happened? You don't have to, if you don't want to," the man replied.

"I was in Ponyville," I look at him, wondering if he was going to say anything. He didn't interrupt me. That's one of the reasons why I liked him. I smiled at him and said, "Its from the show you told me your daughter watched. I hear two of the nurses talking about the show, and sometimes I try to imagine it....I think Twilight Sparkle is the cutest," I giggled, blushing.

I see him writing in his notepad. He's probably talking about my paraphilia again. He told the other doctors I had it. It meant I was weird about sex. I found things arousing when I shouldn't have.

Like ponies.

"I also liked hurting those things. Peeing on them. Slapping them. Hitting them. Like ponies. Like watching pretty ponies hurt." I stop and realize I just said that statement aloud. I see doc is writing things in his notes again. He probably didn't hear me, or more likely, has gotten used to it.

I miss that. I miss people being freaked out by me. Sometimes I really miss it when people reacted to me with disgust. Seeing them being quiet meant they were used to me. I wasn't a very good source of entertainment anymore...

"Doc?"

"Its okay, Alex. You can keep going."

"I was crying last night because we were making love. Twilight and I. We had just been married. But then my mom came and Twilight ran away. Twilight promised she wouldn't leave, but she did. Like dad." I turned away from doc and looked at the ceiling. I'd rather count the dots on the ceiling instead of think about my parents.

"So you felt connected to Twilight? Like your father? Or as something else?"

I stopped my counting of dots on the ceiling to think about his question. I liked it when the doctors repeated what I said. Helped me remember what I said.

"She's not my father. Obviously. But I wouldn't mind meeting her. Like, really meeting her. She seems really nice. And smart. She likes reading, doc. I like reading too, but only when its a good read. Like with pistol shrimps or Soulflikar. Animals and history. I'm sorry. I'm tangeting again, aren't I?"

Tangeting isn't a word. But I use it. It means going off on a tangent. Its not a real word, but sometimes I think I'm not a real person, so I can use it.

"Alex, its okay. You know you can talk to me. I'm here to help."

"I know, doc. I told her I loved her. She told me she loved me back. As I degraded her. As I made her lick my piss from the ground. I liked seeing her like that, doc. She seemed so weak in front of me. I loved seeing her like that. I stepped on her face and made her kiss the ground my pee had been on. Then my mom came and started hitting us. She didn't like it. I didn't like it either, because Twilight was mine to hurt. So I tried hurting her back. But it wasn't her. It was Twilight. I had hurt her bad. And she didn't like it. She ran away from me and mommy told me it was what I deserved after hurting her."

"By her, do you mean your mother, or Twilight?"

"I don't know, doc. Then I woke up. I cried because I didn't want Twilight to be afraid. Like how everyone else was." I take it back. I like the doc a lot for not fearing me. Or doing a better job hiding it than I would.

"I'm not afraid of you. I'm here to help you, Alex. You know this."

"See, doc? That's why I like you. You're a good man."

"Do you want to keep talking, Alex?"

"If you want to, doc. I love talking about Twilight. She's my girl."

"I'm dreaming again, aren't I?" I asked, looking around my empty room. "I can never tell," I sigh, only to feel a breath on my face. I rise up from the bed and look down, seeing a pastel covered pony in bed with me. I smiled as I saw it was the one I liked. I had never seen her, but she fit the description.

Purple. Dark hair with a pink streak. Her tail was the same. I smiled at her and stroked her cheek. "She's quiet now. But I wanted to wake her so I can make her see how weak she is. Was. I want you to hurt, Twilight, because I want to love you. But I won't wake you, because that would mean I would have to spank you. Not tonight, Twilight. Not this time. This time, you sleep soundly."

"And they say, I'm crazy."

"That doesn't sound like me. Doc?" I looked around my bed, before I turned back to my sleeping Twilight. She's awake now, and she's not my Twilight.

One horn too many. Hands. Claws. That wasn't my Twilight.

It was wrong. It wasn't her.

Before I knew it, my hands were around not Twilight's neck. "Stop it, Twilight! I want you! Not whatever it is you are! Stop it! Stop it!"

"Oh ho ho, you are going to be a fun one," not Twilight laughed. He sounded male. Twilight wasn't a male. She was a mare. Similar, but not the same.

"This is my dream! And Twilight is a part of it!" I roared, squeezing my hands tighter around his neck, only for him to vanish.

"Aww, your little crush not what you expected?"

I once told myself I had four stages of angry. Annoyed. Pissed. Beat Person to Death with Baby Fetus. Tranquil fury. I was on stage three. Stage BPDBF. I don't like being there. It makes me look wangsty. Stereotypical teen.

"Fuck you!" I roared, lunging at him, only to miss. "AHH! AHH!" I kept trying to grab him, kept trying to cut him with my nails, hurt him somehow. He kept coming and going though, until I fell to the ground in exhaustion.

"Done? Oh, fantastic, now we can get to the true games!"

"Ah...!"

"Congratulations, Alex Cooper! You have been made the ambassador and representative of the human race!" Confetti fell from nowhere as party favors and trumpets went off like a wild college orgy. "You are going to Equestria and are going to show what humans have to offer for ponykind!"

"Ah?"

The monster man picked me up and held me in my arms like I was his baby. "That's right! You are going to show the ponies just what it means to be human! If you make them hate you, or you die, I'm going to terrorize your world just like I terrorized Equestria back in the good ole days! Doesn't this game sound exciting? I always love it when the stakes are high," the source of the sexy voice laughed.

Fridge logic hit me hard. "Why don't you just invade?"

"Ugh, please. I may like to put the odds completely in my favor, but cheating is just out of the question. No fun in a game if I just skip right to the end. I like all the juicy bits in between the beginning and the end. Of course, considering you, the juicy bit will only last about a few seconds."

Was he implying I was bad at sex?

I fell to the ground as the dragon dropped me and began floating. I was so confused. I liked my other dreams better. Even if mommy appeared to ruin everything. Wait, mommy?

"Are you my mommy?" I asked, looking him over. He didn't look like my mommy. If he was, is that what I really looked like? I hoped so. It was nice.

The dragon rolled his eyes as he snapped his fingers. He was! He must have been! Mommy always appeared in my dreams to ruin things. I opened my mouth to yell at her, only to feel something wrong.

I was suddenly falling.

"Mommy!" I screamed with hatred as I realized she had brought me to the top of a tall tree. Again, mommy. Again. I fell, and my head banged against branches as I fell. Hard wood, no, not that dirty mind. Actual wood, slammed into my flailing body. It was like a ragdoll. My parts hit something and bended painfully as I passed it. With a crash, I landed on hard rocks and muddy mud. Again, mommy. Again.

"AH!"

Someone was screaming. Not me. I don't scream. Don't be afraid of dreams, because they're not real. This was a dream. I wanted it to be one, at least.

I opened my eyes and I saw a pair purple eyes. Always loved that color. It looked soft. But eyes aren't soft. If they were, I wouldn't hear eggs cracking when I poked them. The color looked pretty on eyes. Yeah, that's better. Pretty doesn't make a sound.

"Are you okay?"

I loved the voice. She sounded pretty. I laid corrected. Pretty has a sound, and it was coming at me loud and clear. It was her voice.

I wonder what Pretty would sound like having sex with me?

Wait.

A purple pony. My purple pony. There she was, standing in front of me. It was her. The voice was Pretty. The eyes were Pretty. She was Pretty. Pretty was my Twilight.

My pretty little pony.

"Twilight Sparkle?" I laughed.

"You know my name?"

Of course I do. I love you...

...That's odd. I don't feel too good anymore. I think my body is now feeling the pain of the fall. And the branches. And the rocks. Yep. Ow. Ow. It hurts. But she was right there, so I ignored it as I laughed.

"I've found you, Twilight." I kept laughing, even as the pain of broken ribs and cracked bones coursed through my veins. I think I blacked out after that. I've had dreams where I've fallen asleep and had a dream in a dream before.

I just hope I could wake up from the dream soon so I could be with Pretty. Then I hoped I would never wake up.

Just a Child

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.

Nostalgia

I didn't think it was weird living by an elementary school. I would look out the window and I would see children playing in the playground. I watched them everyday...

I didn't think it was weird.

Looking back, it was just a sign for my problem. My unhealthy attraction.

Twilight groaned as she awoke, having slept on the guest bed downstairs with Spike in his own little bed. Last night's sleep had been...exasperating.

After realizing that Alex could not read their written language (the fact they spoke the same language, though, fascinated the scholar), the purple pony had helped him sleep with a glass of warm milk and a hug. In the middle of the night, their guest had started to cry, though, awakening her and Spike. When Twilight asked why, he talked about a nightmare, but wouldn't want to give details to whatever sleeping horror he had seen.

So for more of the night than she wanted to think about, she had to hug and console the big child. He seemed calmer after hugging her, and to her embarrassment, nuzzling his face against her mane and neck. He suggested she sleep in the same bed with him, but she politely refused with a pinkness on her cheeks. He seemed reluctant, but nodded his head in response.

Spike was soon awakened and was asked to make breakfast while the unicorn walked up the steps to see how her patient was doing. If possible, she would like to introduce him to her friends today, and hopefully learn more about his race.

I woke up long before I heard Pretty walking up the steps. I didn't get much sleep. I had a nightmare last night, but my memories of it were faded. But the effects were felt. Ripples. Throw a rock into the water, the ripples will still be there, even after the rock is at the bottom.

I found cuts on my arms. I used to hurt myself. Before doc. Before I gave up. When Alex Cooper was Alexander Cooper. When I was normal.

Scissors. Hot water. Knives. Paperclips. Heat. Starvation. Even my own nails. One of the first things doc and the others did to try and help me was help me stop hurting myself.

"It's wrong. You don't have to do that to yourself," he said.

"She's done worse."

"W-worse?! What could be worse?!"

I squeezed her hoof harder on reflex. My mind went in reverse, and I saw mommy yelling at daddy. She was throwing things at him. I...

I grabbed my head, pulling away from her. I groaned and whimpered, waving my head back and forth. I didn't want to think about it. I got angry when I thought about it. I got sad...

"Next question!"

"Alex? What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?"

I whimpered and shook my head, covering my eyes with my hands. I was like a child. A baby. Twilight could have been my mother. She wrapped her arms (forelegs?) around me and tried to counsel me as I struggled to control myself. "No..."

"Hey, come on. Its okay. You don't have to tell me if you're not ready. Why don't we go downstairs and eat breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" I whisper, suddenly intrigued by the idea. I let go of my head and smile at my pretty pony and nodded.

"Wow...Look at him go," the pretty dragon mumbled, chewing on a pastry.

I was chewing away at a plate of sweets. I forced a piece of a pancake into my mouth, before I tried pushing in a cookie at the same time. This food was so much better than what they gave us in the hospital. It was sweet. Delicious.

I was a good boy there. I behaved. They said the problems I had were sexual based.

The naughty patients weren't allowed forks or spoons. The really bad ones had to be held down in straitjackets and fed by someone else.

But I smiled proudly, knowing I wasn't them. I wasn't naughty or bad. I just had a thing for kids and ponies.

Twilight noticed my big grin as I ate and smiled in return. "Are you enjoying the food?"

"Mmhmm!"

The pretty pony nodded, before looking at her assistant and then at
me. "Spike, I'm going to go get the others and bring them over. Can you keep an eye on Alex while I'm gone?"

"What? Do I have to?" Spike leaned in close, and I think he didn't think I could still hear him. I could, and I heard him say, "He kind of creeps me out."

My Pretty little pony scolded him by saying, "Spike, be polite. He's just a child."

"He's twice your size! And hairy! He doesn't look like a child to me."

"Spike..."

"Alright, alright, I'll keep an eye on him. Just hurry back?"

"I will." Pretty then looked at me, and I pretended to not notice until she called out to me. I was a good liar, I think. "Alex, Spike will be babysitting you. I'll be back later, okay?"

"Where are you going?" I asked, bits of food still in my mouth.

"I need to go see a few friends. I'll be back soon, I promise."

"Okay...Twilight just left so its just you and me now, bud," Spike walked up the steps and into Alex's room. "What do you want to...Oh ponyfeathers," he sighed, seeing an empty bed and open window.

I know I wasn't supposed to go.

But I didn't want to sleep! I was afraid I would hurt myself, or Mommy would appear again.

I didn't want to stay alone. It reminds me of when doc isn't there to talk to me and I'm all alone in my room.

I didn't have a roommate, unlike some of the other patients.

I usually kept to myself. I liked going into the library, especially when the mobile libraries came with new books. I especially liked the children's books. No one had a problem with me reading and touching them...

My aimless searching for my Pretty pony went unstopped. The sun was still rising. It was early, and I was using my past experience to sneak around, avoiding being seen.

I eventually found a place that reminded me of home. Not the asylum or my first home, but my home. My own home by the elementary school. Little ponies were playing in the playground in front of the school, laughing and smiling.

It was familiar.

Nostalgic.

I wandered out of my hiding spot, enthralled by the children, only for a soft ball to hit my head, and gently bounce to the ground. It shook on the ground as it stopped bouncing, and I saw an orange pegasus with a pretty, oh so pretty, purple mane looking at me.

"Whoa, what's that?" I heard her ask.

A unicorn, like my Twilight, was beside her. "I don't know...Hey, mister! Can you give us the ball?"

"..."

Truths And Lies

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.