The Mask One Wears

At a townhouse in Canterlot, shortly before dawn, a stallion happily slept on his bed spooning a filly and held her close to him. Everything was peaceful in the room until the door was kicked up with a loud crash and a group of a dozen guards rushed in. "Hooves up criminal scum!" yelled a guard as the stallion and filly suddenly woke up and looked at them with terror. The guards grabbed the stallion by the tail and dragged him out of the room.

"Leave my husband alone!" screamed with filly with anger as she tried to chase after them, only to be grabbed by a another guard. "Let me go you big brute!"

"You're safe now little filly, he won't hurt you or manipulate you any longer." assured the guard.

"I LOVE HIM!" she yelled, as she knew it was pointless to escape the guard's hold.

They dragged the stallion out to the police van parked outside the townhouse and threw him inside. "You've been a thorn on our side for years Mr. Set, about damn time the Princess did something to stop." smirked one of the guards before slamming the van doors shut.

Nearby, a mare in her forties with glasses looked on in silence.

Brass whacked herself against an anvil one last before she was satisfied that she was properly battered. It hurt like Tartarus, but it was going to be worth it in her mind. But she felt like she needed to do one last thing to make her beaten appearance more convincing to compliment her self-inflicted bruises and cuts, along with a bite mark on her neck. She looked around Caramel's shoe making shop to see something that would give her inspiration.

She turned on the furnace and held a metal horseshoe over the flames inside. Once she saw it was glowing brightly from the intense heat, she picked up the shoe with a handle and placed said handle on top of the anvil she used to hit herself against earlier. She made sure the hot shoe was suspended over the side for better contact.

Brass took a wooden stick and bit down on as she slowly walked her rump over to the red hot shoe.

Muffled screams emanated from the shop.

Caramel groggily woke up from the living room floor with a pounding headache. "Ugh, I feel like I got run over by a carriage." he muttered with annoyance as he balanced himself on all fours. "What happened?" he looked around to see he was by himself, the last thing he could remember was seeing Brass in his home. He scanned his surroundings to see empty bottles of hard apple cider littered on the coffee table. "Knowing me, I must have been extremely pissed off to get drunk." he theorized. He grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and began to clean up.

After the living room was emptied of all the empty bottles, he went upstairs to take a long warm shower to distract himself from the hangover. He turned on the water, made sure it was warm for his liking, and walked in, letting the water run down his body.

"Mel!" yelled a young voice. "I'm home!"

Caramel knew it was his marefriend Ginger. "I'm in the shower!" he yelled as he leaned out of the shower. "The door is unlocked!"

A minute later, Ginger Snaps happily walked into the bathroom. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. Her coat and hair matted in dirt and sweat from her hike. "I really need a good shower right about now." she giggled.

Caramel let her in and stepped aside for her to properly clean herself. Ginger happily stood under the falling water, while her coltfriend began to shampoo her mane. The filly let out a happy moan from the lathering of her mane.

"So, any plans for next weekend?" asked Caramel as she continued to lather the filly's mane.

"Apart from job shadowing you? Not much, just spend time with my parents." she explained.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday." Caramel sighed with shame as he rinsed the filly's mane. "I'm just worried about the long term, it's really hard to when you feel like you'll be sent to jail at any day." he explained.

Ginger turned around and just gave him a deep kiss on the lips. Caramel suddenly felt relaxed again before she broke the kiss to speak. "Everything will be okay Mel, I promise." she assured. "Once I turn sixteen we can run away together and elope."

The stallion smirked. "Sounds like a plan." he said before he dove in for another kiss, this time more passionately. The filly gladly went along with the kiss as it slowly turned into a full blown make-out session. Water still rained on them as the stallion pushed the filly up against the shower wall. The scout continued to kiss him but out of the corner of her eye she could see Caramel's erection make itself known.

The filly broke the kiss once again to speak. "Let me try to return the favor." she proposed.

"What do you mean?" Caramel was intrigued.

"You licked my winker, so now let me lick your stick." she clarified. She pointed at his erection and the stallion looked down to see that it was indeed engorged. He blushed with embarrassment.

"I guess I really do love you." he mused.

Ginger help Caramel sit down against the shower wall to gain full access to his throbbing member. She carefully analyzed it as she saw it twitch with anticipation. She slowly got close to it and gave a lick along the entire shaft. The stallion moaned slightly, which gave her to cue to keep going. She opened her mouth and enveloped his flared head. Caramel shivered in response from the sensation.

The filly slowly made her way lower down the shaft, gradually letting more of it inside her mouth, she began to bob her head in rhythm. "Oh Snaps..." loudly moaned Caramel. The filly continued her oral treatment, sucking and licking the head and top head of his shaft. "So good..."

For Caramel, the filly's mouth felt amazing, her tongue licking everywhere, the occasional sensation of her teeth gently rubbing along his member and the sucking felt wonderful. He soon felt the tip of his dick hit the back of the filly's throat. He a brief moment, he was worried that she might gag, but to his surprise, she took it even deeper to the point where she could practically reach the base. "Oh Ginger, that's too good!" he hissed.

She quickly let his shaft out of her mouth, the member completely soaked in saliva, to catch her breath. She coughed. "I'm fine." she gasped. "Just lost my breath, give me a moment." she explained as she breathed deeply and centered herself.

"You went far..." he was stunned yet impressed.

"I was born without a gag reflex." she explained as if it was not a big deal. "It runs through the family." once she was certain she had her breath back, she resumed her oral service.

Caramel started to squirm as the good sensations became too much. He felt his balls tighten and his cock twitch in her mouth. "Oh Snaps, I'm about to cum!" he screamed. He unconsciously thrust himself into her mouth as he sprayed his load into her.

Despite being briefly caught off guard, Ginger happily swallowed every last drop. "Salty yet sweet, not bad." she commented with a smirk. Caramel saw stars.

"Step one; ware body wash spiked with love potion, check."

"Step two; have it appear like he beat and raped me, check."

Brass when through her mental checklist. "And finally step three, win an award for best acting." she muttered with a smirk. She hid behind a bush as she waited for a random pony to walk past. She suddenly heard hoofsteps along the path and quickly got into character.

Blossomforth happily galloped along the path until she suddenly saw a pony jump out of the bushes in front of her. "OH MY GOODNESS!" she screamed with fright. She looked on to see a teenage filly on the ground, beaten and bruised badly. "Are you okay there?!" she walked up to her with concern.

"Help me..." begged Brass in pain. "...I've been held captive...all day..." she gasped her body trembling.

"Don't worry my little filly, Blossomforth will take you to the emergency room." she assured Brass.

"I demand a lawyer!" demanded the stallion while in questioning. The guard just ignored him. "I said I demand a lawyer!" he asked again.

"You're getting squat Mr. Set." responded the guard with contempt. "Princess Celestia has just suspended your writ of habeus corpus, which in Equestrian legalese, means that we can do whatever we want to you, from holding you indefinitely, to denying your right to an attorney." he laughed.

"What about my wife?" he asked the guard with concern.

"Oh, so that filly you've been sexually abusing is your wife now, is that what you sickos call it now?" the guard taunted. "Like I would ever tell you."

From behind the two-way mirror, the chief guard looked on with contempt from the scene, until the door opened. He looked over to see a middle aged mare with glasses walk in. "Ah, about time you got here Dr. Stroop." commented the guard. "So glad you can come by here on such short notice."

"Just so I can make it clear, I am not doing this for you or your department." Stroop clarified. "I am doing this for my former patient." she looked through the window to see the stallion dejected and angry. "I haven't seen him in nearly ten years."

"Well, in these ten years, he joined the FLAC, and quickly rose up the ranks to become a high ranking member of it's politburo. He's an active member and organizer of the 'filly-love' movement and even 'married' a six year old filly orphan about three years ago." he explained to the psychologist.

"How's the filly?" she asked.

"Extremely brainwashed, still under the delusion that he loves her and cares for her and what not."

"That's the thing about foalophiles," she began. "they actually believe they are doing the right thing when they are actually doing harm." she looked on with a mixture of contempt and pity for the stallion being held. "So when did Celestia suspended the wit of habeus corpus?"

"Just before sunset, and applying only to suspected FLAC members." explained the chief. "You know she's desperate to get something done when she has to stoop that low in order to do it, but with these sickos, I am glad she did."

"I would like to do my psychological assessment on him now if you don't mind." requested the mare.

"Sure, go ahead, would you like a guard to be with you in the room?"

"Sir, I have done psychological assessments on serial killers and cannibals without a guard present, I think I can handle a single scrawny foalophile." she stated with annoyance.

"Have you found any good candidates that need our help?" asked a voice.

"I did find one, but he still hasn't accepted who he is." explained a timid voice.

"I sense he already did..."

"But I have some news about him."

"And that is?"

"I was at the hospital picking up some medicines when I saw a teenage filly be rushed in, she was badly hurt and his name came up as a possible suspect." the voice explained. "They're planning on confronting him at tonight's town meeting where they'll also talk about a possible foalophile ring in Ponyville, what if we get exposed?"

"I want you at the meeting, and if things start to get heated, I want you to do whatever you can to get him out of there, without drawing attention to yourself, understood?"

"I..I understand...but should we tell him about Emberville?"

"Not yet, he needs to accept himself for who he is before we tell him...but I do know he would never hurt a filly like that, his heart is too pure."

"The village has been demanding a new shoemaker for a long time."

"I know, but until he accepts that he's a foalophile, there's nothing else we can do."

Caramel happily went outside to grab the Sunday newspaper. He picked it up with his mouth and walked back inside with a smile. Inside, Ginger was in the kitchen, cooking an omelette. "Where do you keep the pepper?" she asked as she looked through the kitchen cupboards.

"The shakers are next to the ice box." he pointed out as he sat down to read the front page. He unfolded the paper and his heart immediately sank upon reading the headline.

Celestia suspends writs of habeus corpus for suspected foalophiles

"Mel? You okay?" asked the filly with concern, she saw her coltfriend's face fall with dread.

"She can't do this..." he mumbled, as a pink slip fell out from the pages of the newspaper. Ginger picked it up and read it.

"There's an emergency town meeting tonight Mel," she stated. "apparently, it's going to be about the possibly of a foalophile ring being based in Ponyville." she explained.

"I heard." he sighed and turned to the filly. "I just never thought this day would come, and I worry you'll get caught up in the hysteria."

"Mel, I promise I will never betray you in anyway, I truly love you too much and you are not a monster like those others." she reassured.

Caramel just smiled and grabbed the filly into a hug. He needed to calm his nerves and hugging is the only way he knows how. "I'm scared Snaps..." he whispered into her ear with worry.

"I know..." she whispered back.

"Okay Mr. Set, now I just want you to fill out this questionnaire and my psychological evaluation will be complete." instructed Dr. Stroop. "And I do suggest you read the written instructions on it VERY carefully and read between the lines." she stated ominously.

Set looked down at his paper to see a written message written between the lines of the questions. "If you want to see your filly again and be with her in peace, please check the '1' box for every non-prime numbered question, and a '5' for every prime numbered question." The stallion was confused. "What is this?" he asked.

"To help assess your mental competence. Whether you should be sent to jail or...somewhere else." she placed emphasis on the last part.

Mr. Set still looked confused, but if that place allows him to be with his filly wife, he would do it. He very carefully followed her instructions written on the paper. Suddenly the door opened and a skinny stallion with horn rimmed glasses ran in. "Dr. Stroop, I have some important news!"

"It better be important enough for you to interrupt my assessment Dex." she stated with annoyance. "I'll be right back Mr. Set." she said before she left the room to talk privately with her secretary. They took a spot in the hallway. "So what is it Dex?"

"A filly has been found beaten and raped in Ponyville and I think you should come down there to help her." he explained.

"And what does this have to do with me? I am kind of busy helping the authorities here." she said with annoyance.

"Does the name Caramel ring a bell?" Dex blurted out.

"Caramel?" she thought hard before a realization dawned on her. The colt that ran away from her almost a decade ago, before she changed her opinion on how to handle foalophiles. "My gosh..." she said stunned. "...we must get to him before the inevitable lynch mob does!"

"I already booked you train tickets to get there, express." Dex gave her the tickets. "I'll stay here to help with Mr. Set."

"Thank you Dex, you're a life saver." she complimented before she ran off to the train station. She hoped she wouldn't get there too late.

That evening, the majority of the adults in Ponyville got ready to attend the town meeting. Caramel was one of them as he finished his dinner with Ginger. Most of the day was spent playing games and cuddling with the filly, and also the daily upkeep of his shop. He was extremely nervous for this town meeting though, hearing others talk about foalophilia intimidated him because it was always the same; hateful rhetoric. It made him feel like he didn't deserve to live.

"Just be strong for me Mel." pleaded Ginger just as he was about to leave. "Everything will be okay."

Caramel looked at the filly. "I will try to be strong for you, I probably will not like what I would hear."

"That's because they are ignorant and closed minded." explained the filly. "They don't understand that love transcends all."

"Or maybe they are the opposite." he mumbled. He turned to leave but was suddenly grabbed by the filly and brought into a kiss. They kissed each other for a minute before the stallion reluctantly ended it. "I have to go now." he said anxiously before he nervously walked away towards town hall.

Ginger looked on with worry.

Almost every adult citizen of Ponyville gathered in town hall and took their seats. Caramel sat down in the back as usual in case he ever needed to make a quick exist, but quickly noticed guards posted at every possible exist and entrance. This unnerved him plenty. He quietly sat down, taking care to not draw attention to himself.

As he sat down a voice spoke to him. "Excuse me, mind if I sit next to you?" asked a timid voice. Caramel looked to see that the voice belong to Fluttershy.

"Oh hey, uh, why of course you can sit next to me." he smiled politely, he made room for the pegasus and she sat down next to him. Shortly afterwards, Sassaflash flew in and sat next to Caramel as well.

"Oh hey hun, glad I found a seat next to you." she smiled. Caramel smiled back, but still felt uneasy.

On the stage, two guards stood at both ends of it, the stallion was suspicious by the unusually high amount of security.

Soon Mayor Mare walked to the stage and took her place behind the podium. "Good evening my fellow citizens, today's meeting has been called upon Princess Celestia herself, so to help explain you all the situation more, I bring up Twilight Sparkle to the podium." she stated before she let the lavender unicorn to take over.

"Thank you Mayor Mare," she nearly organized her notes before she began. "This morning, Princess Celestia has ordered that all towns across Equestria hold meetings like this to discuss about an extremely serious issue that has scandalized the Canterlot elite; a large-scale foalophile ring." she explained. "Now, I am about to go into some detail, so if you can not handle such a sensitive topic, you are free to leave."

Caramel wanted to take the chance to bolt out of there, but was too worried about rousing the suspicions of Sassaflash. He then began to notice some of the guards start to glare at him, either that or he started to become paranoid. Nervous sweat flowed down his brow.

"Okay, now I can explain how this ring works." began Twilight, completely unaware. "This ring involves several high ranking members of the elite, where they would gather with some foals at a random member's home and partake in hedonistic orgies with them. Many of the foals involved are either family relatives to the adults, or orphans." explained Twilight. "And according to our estimates, 90% of the adults involved are stallions while 80% of the victims are fillies." she pointed out through various charts and graphs that she inexplicably produced.

"But what does this have to do with us?!" asked Carrot Top. "From what I hear this is only a Canterlot problem."

"We have reason to believe that this more than just a Canterlot problem Miss Top." clarified Twilight. "We have reason to believe that there are a few members from Ponyville also involved."

Everyone gave a collective gasp.

"Wait...aren't those Filly-love activists involved in this, it sounds like they could and should be involved." stated Lily Valley.

"We have so far failed to find any evidence linking the FLAC with this ring, but we have detained many of their high ranking members without trial just in case until this ring is completely shut down."

The majority of the audience cheered and stomped their hooves at the news. "They don't deserve legal rights!" yelled a random pony.

As much as Twilight fully agreed to the sentiment, she banged the gavel to get everyone orderly again. "Anyways, the reason we believe a citizen of Ponyville is involved is because we discovered a victim who claimed to have been held captive for the two days and was abused by a member of the Ponyville foalophile ring before she was about to be used by the others." Everyone was stunned. Then, the guards on the stage walk to the back and escort a new pony on to the stage. "Please meet this brave pony now." began Twilight. "Brass."

Caramel's eyes went wide when Brass herself was escorted to the stage, she limped badly, had bandages around her neck, head and on her cutie mark, she looked extremely sad and scared. Everyone looked on with pity and disgust that someone would hurt this young teenage filly like this. Twilight helped her to the podium so she can give her story.

"For the last two days, I was held captive by one of your fellow citizens." she began as she wiped away her tears. "I was raped, beaten and branded by him and was about to be introduced to the rest of the Ponyville ring, but I managed to escape." Brass was secretly proud of her award winning performance. If she wasn't going to have Caramel, then no one will. "He is a known foalophile who raped other fillies in his life and is even used by the ring to provide them with fresh fillies to rape and torture." she made all of these facts up and no one dared question her, least it appears like they are blaming the victim.

"Can you please name the pony who did this to you so we can arrest him." requested Twilight. All of the guards slowly made their way to the area Caramel sat at. He began to sweat bullets, his heart began to pound rapidly. Do they already know?

"Yes," Brass nodded. "the stallion who did this to me is..." she pointed her hoof at the general area Caramel was. "CARAMEL!" she angrily yelled.

Everyone turned to face him with a mixture of shock and disgust. The guards immediately run towards the stallion. "Wait...no, I wouldn't do such a thing!" before he could defend himself, he was immediately grabbed by several guards.

"Get him out of here before the citizens get him!" ordered Mayor Mare to the guards.

They took Caramel and began to drag him away. "I WOULD NEVER HURT A FILLY!"

He could hear the entire town boo and jeer him. "Cut off his balls!" "Gas him in a chamber." "String him by the neck!" they yelled.

As the guards opened the front door, they immediately stopped in their tracks to see a giant Ursa Major at the door, ready to attack. "What the...?" said one of the guards.

The Ursa quickly swiped at the guard, flinging him to a nearby wall and roared loudly. The entire audience immediately screamed bloody murder and began to run around in a panic. The guards let Caramel go to focus their attention on the bear and the stallion used the distraction to try to sneak away.

"Caramel wait!" yelled Fluttershy at the stallion only to see him climb out of a nearby window. "Oh no..." she new that once the Ursa is defeated, everyone will notice that Caramel has escaped and a lynch mob will inevitably form.

"I got this!" yelled Twilight who ran up to the Ursa to fight it.

The Ursa was in a rampage inside the room, running around and tearing everything apart. Brass quickly dove down under the stage to hide. Twilight then shot the Ursa with a beam of magic, causing the creature to fall down, stunned. "Is everyone okay?" she asked everyone with concern.

Everyone looked around and at each other only to realize one important fact; Caramel was no where to be found. "The foalophile is gone!"

"Let's get him before he finds another foal to fiddle!" yelled Sassaflash with anger. If there was one thing she hated more than foalophiles, it was ponies who used her to cover up for their foalophile. She felt betrayed and used.

"YEAH!" everyone yelled.

"Now, now," began the Mayor in her attempt to calm down the crowd. "we have no need for extra-judicial punishment in Ponyville." said the Mayor.

"Why? Because you are a foalophile sympathizer?!" snarled Carrot Top.

"I am not-" before she could finish her sentence, she was punched out cold by Sassaflash herself.

"We have no use for foalophile supporters!" she exclaimed. Everyone yelled with agreement. "Come one everyone! I know where he lives!" she rallied the crowd and everyone went along with it.

As the crowd marched out, Fluttershy ran up to Twilight. "Aren't you going to do something Twilight?" she asked.

"As much as I hate lynchings, there's nothing I can do to change their minds." explained Twilight, with genuine concern for Caramel, but she was more concerned about appearing 'soft' on foalophila or supportive of the stallion.

The yellow pegasus was stunned by her friend's reaction. At least the Ursa she hired to attack town hall gave the stallion sometime to skip town and escape. She then looked up to see a middle aged mare run in.

"What happened here?" she wondered, trying to catch her breath from the non-stop sprint she made from the station to town hall.

"An Ursa Major attack, who are you?" asked Twilight.

"I'm Dr. Stroop," she introduced herself. "I came all the way down here expecting to see a patient." she looked at the two mares before her, one of them familiar to her, a former patient she also diagnosed as a foalophile and fellow helper.

"I believe your patient has escaped and is being chased by a lynch mob ma'am." the unicorn explained.

"My...gosh!" Dr. Stroop exclaimed with shock. She quickly ran out of the building to get to Caramel before the mob does.

"Uh...okay?" Twilight was confused. "What was that all about?" she tried to ask Fluttershy only to see that she was gone. "Huh? Fluttershy?"

The pegasus flew towards Caramel's house with a determined looked on her face. She cannot fail in her mission, the princess is counting on her.

"Nothing we can do?" exclaimed Fluttershy. "If we do nothing he'll be strung up from a tree!"

"What else can we do Fluttershy!?" said the other voice with annoyance. "Besides, you should know how it's like to be in his situation, are you not a foalophile as well who has been disowned by her entire family?!"

"We're better than this!" she yelled back, angry of being reminded of the way her family treated her. "Are we not? Isn't this why you started this project? To prove that we foalophiles are not alone in this world and that we can find a place to happily be who we are?!"

"Yes, I did start this project to protect kindhearted and non-violent individuals who couldn't help be who they are, who cannot purse their true love because of what society dictates." she sighed.

"Then let me help him, let me save him!" Fluttershy begged. "I don't want to see another foalophile get lynched in Ponyville ever again!"

"Fine, help him, but respect his wishes should he ever reject it, don't force him." she instructed. "And if you should ever get caught helping him, I will not be there to bail you out."

"I understand princess, I understand." she agreed. Nervous about taking such a risk for a single stallion.

To Be Concluded...