Author's Note

The following story deals with a serious topic in a more serious manner. If you are expecting pure clop, this not the place. It has these story tags for a reason.

I in no way condone any of these actions in real-life, but I did felt like it was important to tackle such a topic more seriously. I will not respond to any harsh criticism of its subject matter, and I will not partake in any debates on the matter.

Enjoy.

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"But my child is a good child, I don't understand..." said a middle-aged mother with complete shock.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I am required by law to break doctor-patient confidentiality and tell you personally this news." explained the psychologist.

"But my child is not a monster!" the mother said exacerbated. "He would never do such a thing!"

"Well, better safe than sorry ma'am, besides, I will call the authorities as soon as I get back to my office, as I am also required by law to do so, so that they can keep an eye on your son, just in case." she explained as she gathered her things and walked out the door.

The mother was devastated. "MY SON IS NOT A MONSTER!" she yelled.

"YOUR SON IS A FOALOPHILE MISS TOFFEE!" she yelled back. The room went silent for a brief moment. "In my training, that's as close to a monster one could be, my recommendation is that he gets locked away in a mental health facility away from foals." she explained. "Because there is no cure and there is no way of knowing if he can control himself, I'm sorry for the news but it's too late to save him." she then turned around and walked out the door.

Miss Toffee closed the door and immediately broke down in tears from the news. "Where have I gone wrong..." she bawled to herself.

Little did the mother knew, but her own son was listening in from the stairs. He looked down at himself in shame, guilty for ruining everything. Maybe he did deserve to be locked away...

The following day, the psychologist returned with two unicorns guards to take Miss Toffee's son to her office so that he can get registered into the database. She knocked on the door. "Ma'am, this is Dr. Stroop, I have come to escort your son to my office." she announced, but there was no answer.

"You looking for Toffee?" asked a neighbor that walked by.

"Yes, we are." said Stroop.

"Oh, they moved away last night with all their things, very unexpected." he explained.

"WHAT?!" she exclaimed. She immediately ordered the two guards to breakdown the door, the three ran inside the house only to find it completely empty, anything that wasn't attached to the floor was gone. "No..." Stroop looked around with frustration. "...damn it!"

"So what now Dr. Stroop?" asked a guard.

"Keep a track of all sexually based offenses, he may be a good son, but one of these days, he's going to screw-up and hurt a filly," she explained. "And when that day comes...I'll be there to personally lock him up at Canterlot Asylum." she snarled with determination.

This would not be the first time Miss Toffee's son, Caramel, had to move to a different town. The second time occurred after his high school graduation, despite not having an attraction to mares his age, he managed to get a date to the prom. Much to the surprise of his classmates who saw him as a loner and possible homosexual due to him taking classes aimed at mares, like home-economics, and never showing any interested in females.

But no one knew that he does have an attraction to females, just not the kind that society will ever approve of, and he wanted it to be kept that way, but in the end he managed to get a date to prom and was relieved, because for the first time in a long time, he felt normal for once.

The prom itself went great, he and his date had a fun and romantic time together, they even received some votes for prom King and Queen, but ultimately came in fourth place. But the real problem came after the prom, when he and his date decided to book a motel room for the night so they can consummate their date, his attempt and being normal.

Caramel ran into the motel bathroom in shame and frustration. "DAMN IT!" exclaimed. He looked down at his non-existent erection, "Why won't you work!" he yelled. He sat in front of the door and began to cry tears of frustration. "How can I be normal if it won't rise at the sight of a beautiful mare such as her!" he asked himself.

She was indeed a beautiful mare, but his mind started to wander back to an equally beautiful filly he babysat for a home-economics assignment. That seven year old filly was stunning, he sometimes fantasied romantically sweeping her off her feet and granting the filly's desire of marrying her. He quickly began to feel something different, and looked down to see that his stallionhood was out of sheath and fully erected, much to his horror.

"You got to be kidding me!"

He was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. "Mel, you okay in there?" asked his date from outside.

"Oh, I'm fine..." he nervously lied. "...I think it was just classic performance anxiety, that's all." he sweated bullets.

"In that case, we could try again, especially since I'm still horny." she explained.

"Again?" he was stunned.

"Please?" she asked politely.

Caramel sighed, it was at that moment that he accepted who he was and that he can not be physically attracted to mares his age as much as he is to fillies. "I'll be right out..."

"OH SWEET CELESTIA THAT WAS AMAZING!" yelled Caramel's date as she collapsed on the bed with pure bliss on her face. Caramel followed suit with a mixture of happiness and shame on his face. Happy that he proved himself to be quite the sex god, but shamed that he could only be one while pretending that he was doing it with a filly instead.

She cuddled up to Caramel and laid her head on his chest. "Good night my love, thanks for salvaging this date for us..." was all she said before she passed out asleep.

Caramel just stared at the ceiling with shame and horror.

After taking a long cold shower, he got dressed, kissed his sleeping date on the forehead and walked out the door. "I'm sorry, but you deserve a normal stallion, not a filly-loving freak like me..." he sighed with guilt as he walked away, leaving his date behind.

Caramel skipped town and swore to never come back, least he encounters her again, he soon found a new town and a quickly got a job as a live-in apprentice to a horseshoe maker and seller. But what he did not realize, but trouble would soon manifest itself again.

One day, Caramel was hammering and shaping red hot metal into a new order of shoes when a carriage drove up to the workshop. The stallion took off his goggles and safety equipment to greet the potential new customer. Soon, a mare disembarked from the carriage. "Can I help you ma'am?" he asked.

"Is your boss Mr. Farrier around?" the middle aged mare asked. She looked like she did not want to be here.

"He's inside, why do you ask?" questioned Caramel.

A filly quickly ran out of the carriage. "Daddy!" it happily exclaimed as she ran inside.

"It's his visitation week." dryly answered the mare.

Caramel was in complete awe at the filly, she was beautiful and perfect, long flowing brown mane, tan fur, an equally long tail, a red bandanna around her pretty neck and no cutie mark. Everything about that filly caused the stallion's stomach to fill up with proverbial butterflies with every step and smile she made.

"What are YOU doing here?!" Caramel was suddenly snapped out of his hypnotic state from the voice of his boss talking to the mare.

What Mr. Farrier failed to tell his apprentice was that he was recently divorced with a daughter, apparently, his ex-wife caught Mr. Farrier in bed with a young prostitute and the ex-wife immediately won custody with their daughter visiting Mr. Farrier once a month for a week.

Caramel quickly tuned out the couple's fighting and walked inside to grab a cold drink of water from the ice box in order to snap himself back into focus, and possibly some cider to keep his mind distracted from the filly that will be living in the house for the next seven days.

As he walked inside he saw the filly sitting on the kitchen table eating a banana. "Hi, I'm Brass, what's your name?" asked the cute filly. The stallion's heart skipped a beat from the sheer adorableness, which made her even more alluring. He struggled to form the right words.

"CARAMEL!" yelled Mr. Farrier outside.

The stallion shook his head to focus himself and looked out the window. "Yes boss?"

"Watch Brass for me while I take care of her mother and finish these orders!" he instructed.

"But sir-"

"JUST DO IT DAMN IT!" he yelled at his apprentice. It sounded like Caramel had no say in the matter.

The stallion just sighed with reluctance.

The next few days were pretty uneventful, Caramel made sure of that, every time he needed to touch Brass, he was very careful in restricting himself to spots that were socially acceptable to touch. He has so far put up with a lot of tea parties and make-overs during the last few days, but he most grateful that he kept himself under control, although sometimes that meant excusing himself to the bathroom to rub off some excess tension.

"Hey Caramel, let's have a royal ball!" squealed the filly with excitement as she landed on a napping Caramel. "It'll be so much fun!"

The stallion groggily woke up to see Brass on top of him, her face up against his, this intimidated the stallion who had the need to just grab her and kiss her, but he kept cool. "Royal ball?" he nervously asked.

"Please?" she begged. "Daddy is too busy to be my date, so you'll have to do." she smiled.

"D-date?!" he nervously stuttered, that made his mind flood with thoughts of romance and passion.

"Please?!" she begged as she placed her face up against his.

The stallion felt like he was about to mentally break, if he does not get out of this position soon, he would do something he would forever regret. "Okay...I'll be your date!" he spontaneously agreed.

Brass squealed with excitement. "You're the best, thanks!" she immediately jumped off of him. "I'll see you at six dressed in your best!" she ran off to her room.

The stallion sighed with relief only to come across upon a new problem under the bed sheets; his erection was back in full force. He rolled his eyes at his stallionhood before he trotted off to the attached bathroom of his bedroom. The sound of his erection slapping against his belly could be heard during the walk to the bathroom.

As he locked the bathroom door, he noticed something peculiar on the sink; a red bandanna. He quickly knew that belonged to Brass. "I guess she forgot it when she used this bathroom yesterday." he said to himself. Suddenly, he felt compelled to study this item closely, he gently picked it up, put it against his snout and took a deep smell in. The smell of the filly's hair and body wash quickly overwhelmed his nostrils, and a shiver went down his spine, he felt like the smell was intoxicating him. "Mmm...Brass..." he moaned, this caused his cock to twitch with anticipation.

He quickly found himself on the floor, rubbing the red bandanna against his molted erection his sex drive and imagination ran wild as he pictured the filly sucking on his throbbing dick. "Mmm...very good for an eight year old..." he moaned, his eyes closed shut to better appreciate the fantasy running in his head. "You like cock you naughty little filly you...I thought so." he talked as he was having a conversation with Brass. His erection twitched more as he felt his orgasm build up. "Oh Brass..." he loudly moaned as he rubbed himself faster.

He suddenly felt his cum explode out of his stallionhood as it sprayed all over his torso. He felt pure bliss envelop him, he felt like he was in a perfect world as the pleasure centers in his mind went wild.

After about a minute, his feeling of ecstasy subsided as his rational mind took over, and the realization of what he has done dawned on him. "Oh no..." he stuttered with complete horror. He looked down to not only see himself covered in cum, but also the filly's red bandanna. "No..." he quickly jumped into the shower and set the water on cold. "What have I done?!" he exclaimed as the cold water immediately hit his body. Tears rolled down his cheeks in shame. He sat down on the shower floor and curled up into a ball, trying and failing to not cry. "I just want to be normal damn it..."

His mind thought back to how it all started, how as a teen aged colt he and his friends would sneak into adult movie theaters and steal adult magazines that adults threw away. How he would always find it odd that his friends would talk about adult mares non-stop and how much they love them. Caramel would find that concept strange because he never got any physical or emotional feelings for adult mares, he never even had feelings for his middle school teacher, who according to his old friends, was a former Playcolt playmate of the year before she became a teacher.

No, it was not until Caramel saw several fillies playing around in the town fountain that he finally knew what falling in love felt like, how he would imagine going up to an attractive filly, sweep her off her feet and live happily ever after. He was about 14 when he learned what being physically attracted truly meant. This baffled him greatly, wondering why he felt this way exclusively around fillies younger than him, but quickly thought that since there are some colts who are attracted to other colts, then maybe he was just experiencing the exact same thing, only it is with young fillies.

He would be severely mistaken, when, during a sex-ed lecture, he learned that Equestria does not and shall never treat all orientations equally. How ponies who claim to be attracted to feral animals, objects, or foals are actually deviants who foolishly believe that those are orientations. Any orientation that involves attraction to a thing that cannot give consent is an abomination. Coltcuddlers and Fillyfoolers are given exception because at least they are attracted to things that can give full consent. The lecture then went on to say that foalophiles are especially heinous because they take advantage of a fillies innocence to have their way with them and completely ruin their lives. It was the first time Caramel would feel shame for who he is.

One day while shifting through the garbage for new editions of adult magazines, he came across one that immediately peaked his interest, a magazine titled "Hard Candy" and on the cover was filly in a suggestive if not sexual pose. The stallion's heart raced as feelings of lust enveloped him. "So this is what my friends feel when they see a mare..." he muttered to himself, he felt like he now truly understood why his friends loved adult magazines so much. The opened the magazine to see even more deprived things, more explicit photos of various fillies who wore masks and/or placed black tape over their cutie marks if they have one to hide their identities. There was also photos of fillies performing sexual acts on grown stallions and/or each other. His mind was disgusted, but his sexual urges applauded what it is witnessing.

Caramel took the magazine home with him and that night, he learned that his friends were correct in how amazing masturbation really was.

Once a month, for the next five months, Caramel would walk by the same alleyway dumpster to find the next one month old issue of "Hard Candy", the slowly began to recognize the regulars within its pages, how it features fillies as young as five and as old as fifteen. The most prominent of the fillies was, according to her minimal profile, a seven year old named "O" who wanted to move on to the adult entertainment industry once she is of legal age and saw this as practice for the big time. According to what Caramel saw among the magazine pages, she's extremely talented in the love making arts.

Five months after coming across his first issue of the magazine, Caramel walked up to the alleyway dumpster only to see a line of police carriages in front of the neighboring apartment building. The young colt quickly hid behind the alleyway and looked out to see several guards drag out a stallion. "I DID NOTHING WRONG! I NEVER TOUCHED A FILLY!" protested the unlucky stallion.

"Sure, keep believing that you sick fuck!" said a guard before throwing him into a paddy-wagon. "It's sick fucks like you that make me disgusted and angry!" the guard growled while several other officers were hauling out several stacks of what Caramel assumed was foal pornography magazines. "Possessing that many magazines will put you away for a very long time sir, and even if you do survive jail, which I doubt since prisoners don't take too kindly to filly-diddlers, you'll be subject to forced castration as part of your release requirements."

"Castration?!" Caramel exclaimed to himself. "For possessing magazines?!" his heart sank with fear and shame. He quickly ran back home and grabbed all the illegal magazines he had. He quickly ran into the woods and burned them to get rid of the evidence, for the first time, he truly felt like he was some kind of monster, the kind ponies take sick pleasure is seeing get rapped by serial killers in jail and then get castrated all because they are in love with something they must never fall in love with. The colt started to get the idea that it was maybe best to just end it all so he wouldn't suffer this inevitable fate and put his mother through unwanted grief.

It was in that very day that he cut himself for the first, and thankfully, only time. If his mother had not discovered him dying of blood loss, he would be dead. His mother forced him to see Dr. Stroop so she can figure out why her only child would try to kill himself, Caramel thought that the psychologist would help him, but instead he learned that they can not be trusted either, no one can be trusted. The moment they suspect you are filly-fooler, they'll turn on you and lynch you. It's how the world works, and he was just unlucky enough to be born in it.

Caramel scrubbed the red bandanna clean and walk into Brass' room to give it back. The door cracked open and from outside, he could see the filly styling her mane, she was already in her fancy dress. The sight warmed his heart, he sometimes pictured having a wife as young as her who would dress up for him and love him unconditionally. He just sighed knowing that it will never happen. He knocked on the door to get her attention.

"Oh? Caramel?" asked the filly as she put everything down. "You're early silly." she giggled.

"I just wanted to give you this back, you left it in my bathroom." Caramel said as he gave the filly her bandanna back.

"Oh thank you so much!" she happily took it. The brief contact soothed his heart briefly. She folded it neatly and placed it in her desk drawer. "You truly are a prince, you will make one mare happy someday." she complimented.

"I sometimes wish it would be you that I would make happy." he hoped in his mind, knowing society will not allow it. "Yeah...someday..."

"What's wrong?" Brass sensed something was wrong. "Is there something the matter Mel?"

Caramel looked into the filly's puppy dog eyes, there was no way he could dodge the question with that face. "I really like this mare, but society says I cannot..."

"Society can't stand in the way of true love." she reassuringly placed a hoof on his. The stallion blushed from the touched. "I believe if two souls were meant to be together, then they should be together." she said with conviction as she reassuringly looked into the stallion's eyes. "True love conquers all."

Caramel was stunned. "Why do you believe in that...?"

Brass quickly blushed a dark shade of red, without a word she quickly placed her lips against the stallion's. Caramel was stunned, but happily went along with it, her lips felt like a drug, delicious and addicting. The two continued their deep kiss, both felt like it was the right thing to do. Brass soon ended the kiss and gave the stallion a tight hug. "You are so much better than all the other colts I know, you actually do treat me as a princess." she admitted as she buried her head into his chest. "I do really love you Mel."

Caramel was touched, he wanted to cry tears of joy, for one moment he felt like he truly met his soulmate. "And I do really love you too Brass." he admitted. He hugged her and rubbed her mane, the filly gave a moan of happiness in response.

Brass then broke the hug and slowly lead the stallion over to her bed. "Cuddle with me..." was all she said, the stallion nodded in response as they got on the bed and began to spoon each other. Caramel was naturally the big spoon.

While they spooned, the stallion's hoof began to run along the fillies body, getting more bolder with each touch, slowly making its way down between her hind legs. The filly did nothing to stop it, her slight moans actually encouraging him. Soon, the stallion briefly rubbed her fillyhood, she let out a gasp. Caramel, shocked, reflexively took away his hoof and placed it where it should be, to himself. "Wait!" exclaimed Brass. "If you love me, you can keep going." she pleaded. "If you truly love me don't stop..." she continued. Caramel looked at her pleading eyes and just quietly nodded in agreement. He slowly snaked his hoof down between her hind legs and resumed rubbing her young flower.

Brass began panting and moaning from the touch, she felt loved. Caramel continued rubbing, for the first time feeling genuine love, no longer having to pretend to be something he is not. He continued going, feeling her slit get wetter with each rub. "It's weird...yet amazing..." she panted as sweat began to mat her fur.

"Just don't fight it, just go along with it." he whispered in her ear before he gently nibbled it. He focused his attention on her small clit, causing the filly to shiver more with pleasure.

"I feel something building..." she moaned, her body shook even more from this new feeling of being rubbed in her forbidden place.

Caramel quickly gave Brass a deep kiss on the lips as the wave of Brass' first orgasm hit her pretty hard. She moaned loudly into his mouth before she broke the kiss to breathe. "Oh wow...pretty stars..." she panted with exhaustion. She was in complete awe.

The next day was Brass' final day before she had to go back to her mother's place for the next three weeks. Caramel took it upon himself plan out his first genuinely romantic date, no longer does he have to lie about himself and worry about keeping a secret, he could finally be himself.

For the first part of the date, both Caramel and Brass were at the local park looking at the clouds in the sky. "Ooh!" exclaimed the filly. "The one looks like a whale!" she pointed at a cloud.

"Oh, I see it now." responded Caramel. He saw another cloud. "That one looks like horseshoes." he pointed.

"Just like your cutie mark." she giggled. Suddenly, her stomach growled, she blushed with embarrassment.

"Hungry I am guessing?" her coltfriend chuckled, he crawled over to her and climbed on top.

Brass just nodded with a smile. "You know it Mel." she smiled.

"I know how to quiet it down." he said with a smirk. He quickly went down to her stomach and blew raspberries on it, causing the filly to writhe around with laughter.

"That tickles Mel!" she laughed hysterically as the stallion continued.

He soon stopped so he can appreciate how beautiful she is and how lucky he was to have her.

"What?" asked Brass with concern before she was silenced by a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I love you Brass." he said as he then nuzzled her.

"Me too." agreed the filly. Caramel then laid on the grass allowing Brass to climb on his back.

"Where to M'lady?" asked the stallion who pretended to the fillies driver.

Brass sat on his back as she briefly thought about where to eat. "Hmmm, how about Pizza Planet!?" she asked with excitement.

"Pizza Planet it is." he happily agreed before he rode off in full gallop out of the park.

Caramel threw a skee ball down the lane of the machine and perfectly went through the 100 points hole. The machine went wild as the score board read out a perfect score of 1,000 points. "YAY MEL!" happily cheered Brass as a flood of tickets flew out of the game.

"Skee Ball is the only arcade game I am remotely good at." chuckled the stallion as he collected the massive pile of tickets from the floor. "Ready to exchange these?" he asked.

Brass happily nodded and lead her date to the prize counter. "All of these tickets for the biggest stuffed animal you have." asked the filly to the attendant as Caramel placed the enormous pile on the counter.

"No way I am counting that, so here you go." said the attendant with a squeaky voice and bad acme as he gave Brass a massive stuffed animal that was modeled after an Ursa Major. "That's very kind of your brother for helping you get that prize." mused the attendant as his voice cracked.

"Oh, that's not my brother," clarified Brass. "he's my coltfriend." she admitted as she nuzzled Caramel.

The squeaky voiced attendant gave the couple a suspicious look. Caramel began to sweat bullets. "Oh, well look at the time, we should probably go." he nervously chuckled before he grabbed Brass and the stuffed Ursa Major and ran out of the building.

"I wish I had a marefriend." sighed the attendant.

Caramel and Brass returned home to see Brass' father Mr. Farrier on the couch reading the newspaper. The headline on the newspaper quickly caught Caramel's attention: "Prominent Foal Pornographic Magazine Shutdown After Police Raid"

The stallions heart sank, that was the magazine he read over three years ago. "Finally these sick monsters got what had it coming to them, damn perverts." muttered Mr. Farrier to himself. "May they castrate them without anesthetic."

Brass suddenly jumped on her father's lap. "Look what Mel won for me at Pizza Planet!" she bragged as she showed off her giant stuffed animal. Her father looked at it impressed.

"Why, how nice of him, did you tell him thank you?" the father asked.

"Of course daddy." she giggled.

"Good," he smiled. "now go upstairs and get ready for bed, I'll read you a bedtime story." he offered.

Brass nodded and ran up the stairs. "Okay daddy," she turned to Caramel. "Night Mel." she said before she ran up the stairs.

"I hope to Celestia that no one takes advantage of her like these 'Hard Candy' fucks did to all those fillies." he muttered.

Caramel suddenly felt the room temperature rise, nervous sweat matted his fur. "I know, right." he played along.

"I swear, if I ever catch a pervert fiddling my daughter, or as so much as looking at at her funny, I will grab his balls and twist them clear off!" he growled with anger. "And then buck the literal shit out of them!"

The other stallion could tell that his boss' rage was boiling and a blood vessel about to burst. Caramel nervously smiled and slowly took a step back.

He then turned to Caramel. "I hope you won't do the same Mel, because I have been trusting you with my daughter this past week you know, I don't want you to take advantage of that trust." he warned with seriousness.

"I would never do such a thing." he nervously lied in response. Mr. Farrier took a deep long look into his apprentice's eyes for honesty, Caramel tried his best to not break eye contact.

"I do believe you Mel." he backed away and went upstairs. "Thanks for taking care of my little Brass when I was swamped with work, you are a life saver." he complimented with a wink before he walked up the stairs.

The apprentice gave a big sigh of relief. "That was too close..." he said to himself. "But sooner or later, he will discover our dirty little secret, and bye bye testicles."

Caramel knew that his first genuine relationship cannot last, there was just too much outside pressure to make it viable. He was worried about being caught, being sent to jail, being forced to undergo castration, physical or chemical, and being forced into a list that basically operates as a hit list for vigilantes and lynch mobs. He would not allow Brass to witness that.

In the middle of the night, Caramel sneaked into Brass' room and walked in. He saw Brass sleeping in bed, bathed in the moonlight of outside. She looked so innocent and pure in her sleep, and that is what attracted him to her in the first place, she was perfect.

The stallion sat by her bed, watching her, for about half an hour before he leaned over and kissed her on her lips on last time. Apart from a small moan, she did not stir. Caramel sadly got up and walked out the door, he did not leave behind any parting gifts or any evidence of his stay in the house, he wanted to be quickly forgotten for everyone's sake.

He looked back into the room one last time too taking the view of a sleeping Brass and then quietly walked away. He went out the front door and from then on, never looked back.

He hoped that the next town he visits would be a little more tolerant, although he knew the chances of that are extremely slim. He continued down the road, saddle bags packed with all of his belongings, with only the moonlight to light his path.

TO BE CONTINUED...