The Mask One Wears

"Okay girls, what is the first thing you do before you place a shoe on a pony's hoof?" asked Caramel to his four filly students.

Ginger, Lily and Silver Spoon looked at each other since they were unsure of the answer, while Apple Bloom waved her forehoof in the air. "Oooh! Oooh!" she shouted.

The stallion sighed. "Yes Apple Bloom?" he asked.

"Ya clean it?" she answered, slightly unsure.

"And what else?"

The filly with the pink bow drew a blank. Luckily Ginger decided to finally chime in. "You file the hoof clean." she answered.

"That's correct." Caramel was impressed. "You clean and file the hoof before you even consider placing the shoe on the hoof." he explained. "That's why every good shoe making shop has hoof filers on hoof." he pointed to a box full of hoof filers at the makeshift waiting area of the shop.

"The spa also has a box of hoof filers like that." explained Silver Spoon. "You must give great pedicures." she teased.

The stallion just blushed with embarrassment. "Anyways..." he looked at the clock on his shop wall. "...it's time for you girls to get going home, I'll see you all once again Monday, have a nice weekend." he said eagerly, he preferred that they leave his sight as soon as possible.

"Thank you Mr. Caramel." said all four fillies in unison, they bowed before they all trotted out of the shop. Much to the stallion's relief.

He was thankful that another day has past without a hoof slipping and touching something he shouldn't. He went over to his work station to clean up after the fillies only to see Ginger's filly scout cap on a nearby anvil. He looked at it with curiosity and closely inspected it. "Must have forgotten it." he said to himself. He picked it up and looked at it closely. Thoughts flooded his mind since it is not often he encounters an item that belonged to a filly this close. He took the cap and quickly placed it against his snout and took a deep breath in. The smell of mane and body wash entered his nose and his brain lit up like it was taking drugs. He gave a loud moan in response as his body shook with pleasure.

"Mr. Caramel?" interrupted the voice.

"Ahhh!" he gave a girlish scream as he quickly placed the cap back where he found it and turned around, he immediately pretended that nothing strange or perverted happened. He looked to see Ginger Snaps herself standing before him, looking at him strangely.

"Uh...have you seen my cap?" she asked. Caramel quickly threw the cap at her and it hit her in the face. "There it is...thanks" she said as she placed the cap back to where it belonged; on top of her head.

"No problem," he nervously smiled. "see you Monday." he waved.

The filly looked down to see something unexpected. "Uh...Mr. Caramel?" pointed out Ginger.

"Yes? What's wrong?" he sweated bullets.

"Your thing is sticking out." the filly scout blushed, she tried to contain her giggling from such a sight.

"What?!" he exclaimed, he bent down to see his stallionhood fully erect below him. "It's not what it looks-" he looked up to see the filly was gone, no trace of her left behind. "-like..."

After several repetitions of Equestria's national anthem, Caramel walked through the Everfree Forest, determined to find a way to stop his sexual desire for fillies, there was only one pony he could turn to in extremely desperate times, and that is the Zebafrican priestess Zecora. Even if she told on him to the authorities, it was doubtful that she has the credibility to be taken seriously, plus a fellow outsider would probably feel sorry enough for him to not do so.

He soon reached the clearing where Zecora's tree house was located in and immediately saw the zebra balancing precariously on top of a bo staff. It appeared like she was in deep meditation. The stallion looked around to see a set of wind chimes hanging from a nearby tree along with a sign that read; 'If you gain to seek my full attention; then please ring the chimes with full contention'.

Caramel took his hoof and swatted the chimes repeatedly, which caused the zebra to open her eyes to see if it was either a visitor or a strong wind. "So you have returned to seek my help again, is this about the urges you retain?" she asked as she jumped off the staff and did a full flip before she stuck the landing on all four hooves. "I know it has been three years but I still, remember what it is that made you ill."

"Yes, and you turned me away because you said there was no cure for my problem." explained Caramel, a bit annoyed by the earlier rejection.

"I disagree you silly little colt, you got scared of me and then you just jolt." explained the zebra matter-of-factly. "You thought I'd judge you horribly because, of your sexual tastes that are very faux-pas."

"Well, how can I know to trust you to keep such information?" he said bemused.

"Trust me my dear colt you are not the first, you are not the only one who is cursed." explained Zecora. "Several others in Ponyville have told, me of their liking to foals uncontrolled." she grabbed her staff and began to twirl it. "But I'd never tell for I don't really care, in my tribe liking foals is not so rare."

"What?" Caramel raised an eyebrow.

"All kinds of love are treated equally, if you can fight for it vehemently." explained the zebra as she continued to use her bow as if she fought an imaginary foe. "This tradition serves as a cornerstone, of my tribe's greatest story ever known." she then stabbed the staff on the forest floor and sat down, she began to close her eyes.

Caramel was curious, he had a feeling that Zecora was going to tell a story, so he let her.

A long time ago, in my old village
Lived a stallion by the name of Zulu
He was barely three hundred moons privileged
And he was just a warrior anew

One day he fell in love with a filly
She was barely ninety moons old back then
But fell in love for each other quite silly
And they first made love in a nearby glen

But the filly was the daughter of the
Village chief who a great warrior
Who once defeated the strong Siddhartha
And never lost a fight nor courtier

Wanting to prove his love for the daughter
Zulu challenged the chief to a battle
They'd fight until blood runs like red water
If Zulu lost he would become chattel

For three days they would fight during daylight
Neither one stood down or got cut at all
The chief became impressed with Zulu's plight
And then purposely cut himself with gall

The chief felt that Zulu would be worthy
To have his daughter's young hoof in marriage
He can happily have her with no worry
As long as Zulu made her feel cherished

Years later, Zulu became the new chief
And founded a bloodline that's our motif

"So," began Caramel. "does your entire village speak in rhyming iambic pentameter, or is it just you?" he asked skeptically.

Zecora gave the stallion an annoyed look before she promptly smacked Caramel in the head hard with her staff.

"OW!" yelled the stallion who rubbed his head in pain. "I was just asking a question everyone asks you damn zigger!" he yelled. He was suddenly pinned to a nearby tree by the neck by Zecora and her staff.

"What did you just call me?!" she snarled with anger.

"Did you just speak normally?!" he exclaimed trying to breathe, with a slight look of surprise.

Zecora suddenly realized what he meant and quickly let the stallion go with a blush of embarrassment. She took a deep breath to center herself again and channel the anger out of her. "I am sorry for my outburst my colt, but hearing that word makes me want to jolt." she apologized, she then walked inside her home. "I have the cure that you desperately seek, but a side effect is that you'll be meek." she explained. She then walked back out with a bottle of pink liquid. "Drink this and your attraction to fillies, will end but you'll be weak like Achilles."

"What do you mean?"

Zecora just sighed with annoyance. "It means that your sexual drive will stop, and your sexual desires will drop." she explained as best as she could. "Not just for fillies but also every, pony because you'll be in reverie." she continued. "You will soon become an asexual, emotionless zombie perpetual."

"What?!" he shouted with disbelief. "That's no different than the chemical castration foalophiles go through when caught!" he was shocked. "I don't want that!"

"Well I guess you have two options ahead, fight for it or become sexually dead." stated the zebra matter-of-factly.

Caramel just sighed. He really wanted to no longer have feelings for fillies, to be cured and normal, but not like this. He heard tales of how ponies subjected to the treatment became emotionally unstable along with their physical health. How medical experts are also against it but refuse to say anything least they appear to be "soft" on foalophila and rape. How it just makes the pony worse, with many committing suicide from their unstable emotional state. But no one cares, no cares if a foalophile dies because that's one less monster in the world. "Then I guess I'll fight for it." the stallion just turned around and walked away. "Thanks for trying though." he said before he was gone.

Zecora breathe a sigh of relief and quickly looked around to make sure she was alone again. "What a dumbass." she muttered to herself before she climbed her staff and restarted her meditation.

"Oh Cloud Kicker, this is so amazing, I am marrying the best stallion I have ever known!" squealed Sassaflash to her friend was they got facials at the Ponyville spa. "I want our wedding day to be as special and romantic as possible!"

"Hopefully your honeymoon will not take place at our house." warned Cloud Kicker to her friend and roommate. "I have heard enough of your screaming to last a lifetime."

"It's not my fault he is a sex god." she defended to her friend.

"Look Sass, do you even know him that well?" asked a skeptical Cloud Kicker.

"What do you mean?" she responded with confusion.

"Like, has he ever talked about his past, or met his parents, or anything that he did before he showed up in Ponyville?" the roommate asked. "I know every time I asked him questions about his past before coming to Ponyville he immediately dodges it or gives me a vague answer."

"Oh Kicker, you worry too much." she giggled. "It's almost like you think he could be a serial killer or something."

"I just don't want you to be jilted is all Sass..." she then thought about. "...and that I think he could possibly be a serial killer."

"Oh please Kicker, Caramel is too big of a nervous wimp to ever be a serial killer." she laughed the thought away. "Besides, he's a friend to all living creatures and foals." she praised him. "He wouldn't dare hurt a living creature or pony."

"Just looking out for you is all Sass..." she sighed. Kicker did not want her best friend to be hurt, but she is still weary of Caramel. Something about him seemed off to her.

Caramel was out in the town market and he could not help but think about something Zecora said to him. "Several others in Ponyville have told, me of their liking to foals uncontrolled..

There are 1,046 ponies in Ponyville, according to the latest statistics Caramel once looked up, about 1% of the entire 35 million population of Equestria is classified as being a foalophile or admit to being one, there could be a lot more closeted out there. Which according to his math, means that there should be about 10 foalophiles in Ponyville alone, including himself.

But it is obvious that no one will be willing to admit that, sure it would be nice for Caramel to find someone to relate to, but in this social climate that would never happen.

As he walked down the market place he once again came across Twilight Sparkle's book stand, ran by Spike in her place, but this time he saw a yellow coated pink maned pegasus buy almost all the books from the 'unwanted' literature section. Caramel was curious as he quietly watched. The yellow mare loaded all the books up into a small wagon and trotted away. Once the coast was clear, Caramel walked up to the stand. "Is there any new unwanted books I can buy Spike?" he asked.

"The previous customer bought almost all of them, all I have left is three sickening romance novels, 'Atlas Shrugged' and '50 Shades Of Hay'." pointed out Spike at the five remaining books in the section.

Caramel sighed. No literature involving fillies this time. "I'll get the door stopper of a book instead, should provide me with burnable material for a long while." he gave the dragon his money.

"That'll be 11฿ please." said Spike as he struggled to put the book in one of Caramel's saddlebags. The stallion's back nearly strained from the weight but managed to hold on long enough to receive his change from the baby dragon.

At his house, Caramel laid on his couch, ice pack on his lower back. He gave a sigh of relief. "Damn that was indeed a door stopper." he looked over to see his copy of 'Atlas Shrugged' propped up against the front door. He then heard the sound of someone knocking on the front door. "Ugh." he groaned as he slowly got off the couch, being careful to not strain his back. He made his way to the door and opened it to reveal the last thing he wanted to see. "Ginger Snaps?!"

"Oh hey Mr. Caramel." she greeted with a smile, still in her Brownie scout uniform.

"What brings you here?" the stallion was a bit shocked.

"I just wanted to apologize for staring at your...thing." she felt bad for her invasion of privacy. She then broke eye contact and looked at the ground.

"No, there's no need." said the shoe maker. "I should have taken better control of myself."

Ginger Snaps looked back up confused. "I still feel somewhat responsible." she admitted.

"So is this why you came here to see me?" he wondered. He had a feeling deep down that there was something more.

"Actually," she began. "my parents are away on a business trip for the weekend and I was wondering if I can stay with you for the weekend." she asked, her tail waggled with excitement.

Caramel found it adorable. He felt like he could not say no to her. "Uh...I don't know..." he said before he caught a glimpse of the filly scout making a puppy dog look on her face. That broke him. "Okay...okay...you can stay..." he said with great reluctance. Only to be met by a loud squeal.

"Oh thank you Mr. Caramel!" she said with excitement. She grabbed the stallion and gave her a tight hug. "I promise you will not regret this!"

That's what Caramel secretly hopped for in his head.

Ginger Snaps soon unpacked her things and settled down in the first floor guest room. Being a filly scout, she only packed her essentials, two pairs of her uniform, a bag of travel sized toiletries and her journal. She was excited to start her weekend with the stallion who is helping her earn her shoe making badge.

A knock came from the bedroom door. The filly looked to see Caramel who stood at the doorway. "Dinner is ready Snaps, you done unpacking?" he asked.

"Of course Mr. Caramel, I always make sure to travel as light as possible." she explained, proud of her skills as a filly scout. She then did the filly scout salute, much to Caramel's shock and awe who found the gesture adorable and alluring to him.

"Well," he gulped. "food is getting cold, let's go." he said in a rush, he wanted the day to go by as quick as possible so the chances of touching the filly in a place he shouldn't would remain small.

"Oh my way." she marched out of the room and happily went down to the kitchen to eat her dinner.

Soon it was night and while the filly was in the bathroom bathing, Caramel distracted himself by bringing the uniform she wore all day into her bedroom to be put away. He swore that he would never enter that bathroom unless it was a severe emergency. He was afraid he would not be able to control himself if he were to see the filly bathing, with her wet mane, her soapy fur, the water droplets dripping off her small perfect frame. Caramel shook his head with annoyance from the thoughts, he hated having them, but he could not help it.

He walked into the room and sat the uniform down on the bed, but something quickly caught his eye; her journal. His thoughts quickly wandered to what has she wrote about him, especially after the incident from this morning. "No, I can't." he muttered to himself. "That'll be an invasion of privacy..." but the thought nagged him. "...but what if she wrote that I am some kind of creepy pervert or something...that could be bad news for me especially if she tells her parents..." he suddenly found himself absent mindlessly picking up the journal. "I'll just read what she wrote about me...and that's all." he reassured himself. He turned to the most recent entry.

Dear journal,

Tonight I get to stay over at Mr. Caramel's place! This is so exciting! I get to spend more time with him and get to know him better! But guess what I saw today! Today I saw Mr. Caramel's thingy fully out and big, just like how male animals have them when about to mate, thank you biology badge, anyways, I found it to be amazing and you know what else journal? He got it from sniffing my cap! He thinks I did not see that, but I have been trained to be stealthy in my training for approaching wild animals. He really does like me! That dreamy stallion really likes me! Why else would he sniff my cap?! I have always found him to be quite cute, but I was always afraid to ask him because I never knew if he likes me, but now I do! Maybe I should confess to him tonight! Anyways, bath time journal, see you later!

P.S. Caramel, if you are reading this, I am standing right behind you. <3

The stallion's heart sank from reading that line as feelings of dread hit him hard. He nervously placed the journal down and slowly turned around to see Ginger Snaps herself, mane wet and in a bathrobe. She had a big smirk on her face. Caramel nervously chuckled. "So...how was your bath?" he asked with a nervous smile.

"I knew you couldn't resist, that's why I left it out on purpose." she pointed out with a smile.

"Clever girl..." he mused.

"I always had a crush on you since you saved my friend from drowning last year, I was very impressed by your bravery." she explained. "My crush on you is what made me beg my scout master to let me earn a shoe making badge as well." she continued. "While cleaning, I would bend over to show my winker, and then this morning, I left my hat behind on purpose, just to test to see if you like me back." she admitted.

"All of this was on purpose?!" he was stunned.

Ginger Snaps smirked as she took off her bathrobe. "So I am going to ask this one time, and one time only, and please be honest, because if you say 'no' I will leave you alone and pretend this never happened." she stated. "But if you say 'yes', then we'll see how it goes." she continued. "So what's your answer Mr. Caramel?"

Caramel had no idea what to say. "But I have a fiance..."

"Doesn't seem to make a difference for you." she pointed out.

The stallion's heart pounded, if he said 'no', then he'll lose out on having a genuine relationship, but if he said 'yes', he could screw everything up. He took a deep breath and walked up to the filly.

"So what's your answer?" she asked.

"Yes, I do like Ginger Snaps, but it is wrong for me to..." he sighed with shame. "...it bothers me that I can't have the thing I love..."

"So what if it is wrong, it also means I can't have the thing I love as well." admitted the young filly. This caused the stallion to listen closely. "I'm also tired of being told who I can fall in love with okay, I have always had a crush on older stallion, they're not as gross and dumb as colts my age." she said with sadness.

Caramel placed his hoof under the filly's chin to make her look at him, he smiled at her. "I really would love to be with you, but there's just so much out there against us." he stated with sadness in his voice. "What would happen if we get caught?"

"We can just keep our relationship secret, then once I turn sixteen, we can be open about it." she proposed.

"That's eight years away, what about Sassaflash?!" he exclaimed.

"Do you really love her, or are you just using her to make yourself look good?" the filly asked bluntly.

He looked down with shame. "I just want to be normal..."

"There's no such thing as normal Caramel." explained the filly scout. "As long as you are not hurting anypony, you can be whatever you want." They both stared at each other for a moment trying to absorb the situation before their faces met together in a tender kiss, they both felt that they were doing the right thing.

The stallion and the filly soon found themselves on the bed, both on their side kissing each other deeply. Both moaned with passion as the stallion's rod made itself known. He blushed from embarrassment from the sudden display. The filly just giggled. "No need to hide it, I know it means you love me." she reassured. She resumed the kissing but this time climbed up on top and sat down on his throbbing cock. "Just like a pillow..." she shivered as she began to rub her young fillyhood against the erection. Both began to moan loudly.

Caramel could not believe how quickly this escalated, then again, it also escalated fast with Brass. He actually felt happy with himself, it has been over six years since he felt love this genuine, he missed that feeling greatly. He felt the young filly quicken her pace, her juices dripping all over his stallionhood and stomach. "You're doing...great...feels great..." he groaned.

"Better than a pillow..." Snaps panted as she continued. "...I feel it coming..."

"Me too..." grunted Caramel as his cock began to twitch under her. He began to imagine he and himself having a romantic picnic together in a picturesque meadow, frolicking around in the flowers, and playing around in the sand at a tropical beach. These thought brought tears of joy into the stallion's eyes, he always wanted to experience the things he read in romance novels while being himself, not lying and with the filly she loves. These romantic thought brought him over the edge. "OH SNAPS!" he moaned loudly as cum sprayed out of his flared head and landed all over his chest.

"Good job Mr. Caramel." she complimented, exhausted.

"Thanks," the stallion smiled with happiness. "now let me finish you off." he said as he gently pushed Ginger Snaps off of him and on to the bed. He spread open her hind legs and slowly drove his snout into her slit. The smell reminded him of filly scout cookies and he happily began to lap her up.

"Oh yes..." she hissed. Her body began to shiver and she grabbed hold of the bed sheets. This was a new feeling for the filly, she never knew being licked down there felt so good. "Mel..." she moaned. "...it feels so good..."

Caramel continued to lick and paid special attention to her virgin clit. That caused the filly's body to squirm.

"MEL! IT'S COMING!" she yelled. Caramel had hold her hind legs down so he could finish her properly. But the filly felt like it was too much, her back began to arch. "MEL, IT'S TOO MUCH-AHHH!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her unexpectedly and hard. She practically squired all over the stallion's face from that. "Oh wow..." she gasped, wide eyed from the pleasure. The shoe maker crawled up to the filly scout and cuddled up to her. "Feel tired..." she breathe heavily.

"Rest Snaps, you earned it." he whispered in his ear.

"Okay Mel...love y-" she passed out asleep before she had a chance to complete the sentence.

He smiled. "Love you too." he kissed the top of her head, held her close to him and fell asleep. There was one thing he was sure of, he will fight for this and never surrender. But new questions flooded his mind, most importantly, how to keep this a secret from everyone, especially Sassaflash. He hoped he made the right choice.

At night, a train sped through the dark landscape, the red eye train just an hour to its next station; Ponyville. Inside a sleeper car, a teenage filly looked out the window. She had a short spiky mane, a studded collar and a studded bracelet on her left foreleg. She has waited for years to make this journey, and has searched for years, but her journey was almost complete.

Suddenly, the door opened and a leather jacket wearing stallion with sunglasses walked in, who fought with a conductor. "The bar is closed sir, now sit down!" he ordered the passenger.

"You closed five minutes early, I deserved a last call!" he argued.

"You either cooperate, or we'll be forced to abandon you by the tracks and you walk yourself to Ponyville." warned the conducted. "Your choice."

The stallion just gave the conductor a dirty look but said nothing, he sat down across from the teenage filly as the satisfied conductor slammed the door shut. "Hardass" the leather clad stallion mumbled to himself. He looked across from him to see the filly. "So, where are your parents?" he smirked.

"They're dead to me." she answered bluntly.

"Then what brought you on board this train?" he asked.

"You are very nosy aren't you?" she said with attitude.

"I do love a mare with attitude," he flirted. "so how old are you so I can keep things legal?"

She gave the stallion a disgusted look. "I am fourteen years old sir, so take a number, get in line and I'll see you in about two years." she snarled.

"Oh darn, and here I thought I was going to get laid tonight, just my luck." he joked before spread himself out on the row of seats in front of the filly. "By the way, I'm Neon Lights, famous DJ, what's yours?" he asked with curiosity.

"Brass, my name is Brass, I am just a filly who is reuniting with an old love in Ponyville." she answered.

The train went through a dark tunnel, the last tunnel before it reached Ponyville.

To Be Continued...