Caramel quickly ran inside his house, he was scared for his life, he needed to skip town before the inevitable mob reaches his house. "Ginger! Ginger!" he yelled.

"Mel?" she woke up from her nap on the couch. "How was the meeting?"

"I need to get out of here!" he exclaimed as he sprinted up the stairs to his room.

"What?" the filly was confused. She followed her coltfriend up the stairs, confused.

The stallion reached under the bed to take out a saddlebag. He quickly packed up all the essentials he might need in the next town he'll escape to. He always had his bags ready to be packed just in case a situation like this came up. "I was framed Ginger, now they are after me."

"Then why run away?" she asked. "Why not just tell your side of the story?"

"They would rather hang me from the nearest tree, than listen to what I have to say." he explained. "That's why I am running away."

"But...can't I run away with you?!" she pleaded. She did not want their relationship to end so soon, she felt like it was getting better. "I want to stay with you, so we can be together forever!"

"And add foalnapping to my long list of charges, I don't think so." he said bluntly as he finished packing his bags. The statement pierced the filly's heart.

"So...you're just going to be selfish?" she said tearing up. "Push me away to save your own hide?!" she yelled with offense. She felt like she was being thrown away like garbage. "Treat me like garbage?!"

Caramel stopped in his tracks. "I'm...sorry...but it is for the best." he explained, he did not like what he was doing either, but it needed to be done.

"BUT I LOVE YOU!" she yelled with anger. "What about our promise to elope once I am of age?!" she yelled with disbelief.

"I'm going to have to break that promise considering the circumstances." he sighed, he also was ashamed of hurting the filly. "I am truly sorry." without saying a word, he walked over to his bedroom window and opened it. "But the less baggage, the better." just as he was about to climb down, he was suddenly tackled to the floor by something that flew through his window. "OOF!"

Caramel looked up to see Fluttershy on top of him. "Come with me if you want to live!" she said to him.

"What? Shy?" he asked with confusion. He gently pushed the mare off of him. "What do you want?!"

"To save your life!" she exclaimed impatiently, the mob would arrive at any minute.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Because foalophiles look out for each other!" she admitted. She had no time to play games, she had a mission to fulfill and she did not want to let the princess down.

"What?!"

"Yes Caramel, I am a foalophile too, I like fillies as much as you do, but thanks to the help of Princess Cadance and Dr. Stroop, I managed to learn how to deal with these feelings and we decided to devote ourselves into helping foalophiles like you find refuge." the mare explained. "So do you want to live and start anew, or do you want to stay here and die?!"

"Wait...Dr. Stroop?!" the name brought back memories of the first time he needed to leave town because Dr. Stroop was going to tell the authorities. "Helped you..." he could not comprehend it.

"Caramel, please, for the last time, please come with me." Fluttershy begged.

He looked over at Ginger. "What about Snaps?" he asked.

Fluttershy just went over to the filly. "I'm sorry my little one, but for your safety, I suggest you don't follow us." she broke the news to the filly.

"Why not? What are you going to do with Mel?!" she asked with confusion and tears in her eyes.

"Take him to a place where he can truly be himself, a place where foalophiles with pure hearts and intentions can live in peace without fear of harassment or revenge." the pegasus explained to the filly. She rubbed her face to comfort her. "Caramel is one of the most kindhearted foalophiles I have ever encountered, his love for you burns brightly." she continued.

"Will I ever see him again?" she asked with sadness.

"You will Ginger, you will, all I ask is patience." she answered.

Caramel walked up to the filly and mare. "A place where I can belong?"

"Yes Caramel, Emberville, a village we founded for foalophiles like you to belong and feel free." she reassured. "Hasn't that always been your goal in life? To find a place where you can be normal?"

Caramel said nothing, the mare was correct. "But what about love?"

"That'll come with time." answered the mare with a reassuring smile. "Come on Mel, we need to go."

"Just let me say goodbye first." said the stallion as he went up to the filly.

They both looked into each other's eyes. "So you truly are leaving?"

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier." he apologized. "I was just so worried for you."

"I just don't want you to go." she quickly latched on to the stallion and cried into his chest. "I LOVE YOU DAMN IT!" she bawled. "I LOVE YOU!"

Caramel held her tight and brushed her mane to comfort her. "It's okay Snaps, it's okay, just be strong for me." he whispered into her ear. "You will see me again someday, just like Fluttershy said." he reluctantly pushed the filly off of him. "Just promise me that you'll never give up hope." he then gave the filly a deep passionate kiss.

Ginger wanted the kiss to last forever, she dreaded the feeling of the stallion she loved to not be there, she felt empty without his affection and love. She kissed as deeply as she could, savoring it for as much as she can. But it was soon to end, he broke the kiss and the filly felt hurt. She wanted to be strong, be she did not know if she could. "Thank you for everything..." she said.

"I love you Snaps, I promise this will not be the last you see of me." he assured with a smile. But he still felt saddened that he had to be apart from her.

"I hope so..." she said tearing up.

He walked over to Fluttershy and they both climbed down the window.

Outside, a large crowd marched down the road to Caramel's house. Some of them carried torches and pitchforks while Sassaflash carried a noose while a mare next to her brandished a sickle in case an 'improvisational operation procedure' needed to be done.

Suddenly, in a flash of purple light, Twilight appeared in front of them. "Okay, this is really getting out of hoof!" she said with annoyance. "This is no better!"

"Twilight," began Sassaflash. "don't be such a eggheaded bitch, we're doing our part to ensure no other foal gets harmed by him ever again!"

"What's gotten into you Sass? Didn't you love him before these revelations came out?" she asked stunned by her behavior.

"I don't like filly fuckers, especially those who have been using me and lying to me for the past YEAR, Twi!" she snarled. "No move out of the way or we'll force you!"

"Haven't any of heard of 'due process'?" she asked the crowd. "It's in the charter of universal pony rights?"

"And have him go through a flawed court system where there's a chance he'll be let off easily? We don't think so." answered Carrot Top. "We're doing this to ensure a 100% conviction rate, now, one last chance Twilight Sparkle, move out of the way."

Twilight was stunned at how determined they are, and by how deeply mob mentality was entrenched in their minds. There was nothing she could do to change their minds. She sighed and stepped aside. The mob happily continued their march to the house and Twilight just watched with disgust, she lost all respect for those involved.

At the house, the crowd was met by the sight of a filly walking out the front door, she calmly walked out and looked at the angry crowd gathered in the front yard. They looked at each other with silence for a few seconds before Ginger finally spoke up. "If you are looking for Caramel, he left, he ran away and..." she took a deep breath, she decided it was best to lie in order to appease the mob. "...and freed me after holding me captive this whole weekend." she sighed. "Don't worry, I am the only one, there's nopony else." she pretended to be in shock and sat down on the ground.

The crowd looked at each other with shame, upset that they acted on their impulse for nothing. The entire crowd just reluctantly dispersed and walked their separate ways home. Except for a middle aged mare who ran up to the house.

Eight years ago...

A stallion nervously knock on the door. He waited anxiously before the door finally opened to reveal the reason why he traveled all the way to Vanhoover for.

"Oh hey there, come on in." happily smiled the filly who happily invited the stallion inside. "Make yourself comfortable, my parents will be gone all weekend." she lead him inside.

The stallion nervously entered the house and looked around. "Nice place you have here." he commented.

"Anyways, let me go freshen up for you, I'll be right back." the filly winked before she trotted up the stairs, she sashayed her hips and the stallion noticed.

"Oh damn...she's hot." he muttered to himself with a smile. He sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable. He took in his surroundings, on the coffee table before him was scrapbook making supplies and various crafts. He smiled at how cute and girly everything looked.

A few minutes pass and he still waited for the filly to come back down. He decided to get up to check up on her. "I suggest you remain seated sir." said a new voice. The stallion turned around to see a middle aged mare walk in. "Please have a seat back on the couch." she instructed.

"Who are you?" he asked with concern.

The mare said nothing and just sat down in the chair across from him. "Is it true that you traveled all the way from Fillydelphia just to be here?" she asked. She produced a transcript from a bag that was leaned up against her chair.

"Yes, but that doesn't answer my question." he answered apprehensively.

"Why did you travel all the way here?" she asked.

"Why, to be with the first female to ever show me affection and give me attention." he answered.

"So you're saying that no mare within your age bracket hasn't given you attention or affection?"

"They think I am a loser, always judging me." he said with contempt for those mares. "There was a mare I liked that I confessed my love to, she rejected my feelings and told me we would rather be just friends, then she goes off and fucks my asshole friend instead."

"So you are going after this filly to spite that mare who is having sexual intercourse with your quote unquote asshole friend?" she asked skeptically.

"You have it completely wrong ma'am!" he spat with annoyance. "I am going after that filly because she actually truly loves me and wants to date me!"

"How do you know that it was actually her that said that?" she pointed out. She looked over the transcript. "Dear Lola, I just wanted to say that I dream about you constantly, I sometimes dream of grabbing you and taking you as my own so we can live happily ever after in wedded bliss by day and make love all night until the dawn, I will be proud to be your first." she read.

"How did you get that?!" he asked suspiciously.

"We have your collected and recorded your entire correspondence with her sir, it's all in this transcript." she pointed out. "How sickeningly sweet this whole thing is, your letters read like baroque novels." she explained. "This one is a 1,000 word letter that describes the reasons why she should marry you." she was kind of impressed. "Had you focused more time and effort on mares your age instead of fillies, you would be tripping all over the mares piled up at your feet."

"Are..are you mocking me?" he stuttered.

"If you really do think so, then you are free to leave at anytime." she stated.

"But who are you?!" he asked with suspicion.

"My name is Zelma Stroop, I am a clinical psychologist who works for the Equestrian Special Victims Unit Division." she answered truthfully. "Don't worry, I won't arrest you, I am just here to understand why you are doing this."

"BUCK YOU!" he snarled. "You came here to ruin my life and kick me while I am doing!" he stood up angrily. "To mock me for not being normal!"

"Sir, I suggest you calm down." said Stroop who was slightly intimidated.

"No! Never!" he snarled as he used his magic to brandish a pair of scissors from the table. He pointed them at the psychologist. "I refuse to end up in jail for following my heart!" he exclaimed with shame and anger in his voice.

"BANANAS!" yelled Stroop, the code word. Suddenly, guards busted through the front door.

"Put the pair of scissors down sir!" they yelled, pikes at the ready.

"You'll never get justice out of me!" the stallion yelled back before he suddenly took the scissors and sliced his jugular open, blood sprayed everywhere, including on Dr. Stroop herself. She was stunned as the stallion fell to the floor, dead.

Sometime later, Dr. Stroop sat outside the apartment building as she clutched a blanket tightly around her. She was in a catatonic state. A guard walked up to her. "You okay Dr. Stroop?" he asked with concern.

"He didn't have to kill himself...I actually wanted to help him..." she said as she stared into the distance. "We could've bargained with him..."

"We don't bargain with suspected foalophiles ma'am." coldly answered the guard. "Besides, at least it's one less sicko on the streets, so mission accomplished." he said.

The psychologist was struck by the heartlessness of the guards. "But we failed to help him, we failed to make him accountable for his actions, we failed to bring justice, and you still consider that 'mission accomplished'?"

"Look Ma'am, I have three daughters at home, and my job as a parent is to maintain their innocence for as long as possible, and the less filly fiddlers there are out there, the easier my job becomes." was all the guard said before he walked away offended that someone would question him.

Stroop was in deep thought. "There has to be a better way Zelma..." she mumbled to herself.

In present day, Zelma reached Caramel's house to see that the entire mob slowly and begrudgingly disperse to go home. Upset that they let Caramel escape. But they'll be on the look out for him should he ever return.

The middle aged mare walked over to see a filly on the front step of the house, sad. "Do you know Caramel?" she asked the filly. There could only be one reason why a filly would be saddened.

"Why do you want to know?" the filly asked, not in the mood to talk.

"Because I really wanted to help him, my name is Zelma Stroop, and I am a psychologist that actually wants to help the stallion you love." she introduced herself with care. She looked around. "They took him didn't they?"

"Who?" asked the filly confused.

"Was he taken away by a pegasus named Fluttershy?" she asked.

"Yes...why do you ask?" the filly was suspicious.

"Fluttershy was a former patient of mine that I helped, we came up with the idea of a safe space for foalophiles together after she was disowned by her entire family." she explained. "They didn't want to raise no 'faggot filly fucker' as they so called her."

Ginger Snaps was stunned. "That's horrible!"

"Well, wherever he is going to, he's safe now and happy." she assumed. She gave a big sigh disappointment before she turned to leave. "I just wish I knew back then what I know now." she said before she left back for the train station.

Ginger just looked at the mare leave before she looked up at the sky a saw a shooting star flash by in the night, the milky way was visible in the background next to Luna's moon. She quickly closed her eyes and made a wish. She really hoped the wish came true, but the chances are slim. But for now, all she could do was go along with the narrative all the adults will inevitably feed her about Caramel until it does come true.

Six months later...

In the middle of the night, Brass got up from bed and quietly sneaked her way to the sliding doors of the hotel room and to the balcony. She turned back to see a stallion peacefully asleep. There was a giant block of salt in the middle of the room and the room was a mess from the primal play sex from earlier. She strangely enjoyed it and was lucky to have found a stallion who also enjoyed it, granted, said stallion was a drummer for a rock band but at least she managed to travel on tour with them.

She looked at the clock inside, past midnight, it was officially her fifteenth birthday. Except the stallion never knew that, he think she's 17 going on 18, perfectly legal in his mind since the age of consent is 16 across Equestria.

Unfortunately, the teenage mare lost all meaning in life now that Caramel was gone. The last half year was fun of course, travel the kingdom, the wild sex, the drugs, but there was no longer any purpose. Her family is dead to her, the only stallion she ever truly loved has disappeared, and the stallion she's with now is too busy destroying his body with the constant drug, alcohol and sex abuse.

She stood outside as the cold wind blew. It was another cloudy winter's night. Without a word, she climbed up to the top of the balcony railing. There was a faint circular wound on her neck, from Caramel's bite, and there was still a horseshoe shaped brand on her rump, healed but the mark remains, a reminder of the life she happily ruined, it only seemed fair to do so. She stood on top of the railing and looked down on the busy street below.

With one last deep breath, she let herself fall.

At the press room in Canterlot castle the next day, Celestia walked in to make an announcement. She was met by a wall of flashing cameras and reporters. The princess banged the gavel to quiet everyone down. Once the crowd was silent, she began. "I would like to announce that the foalophile ring has been shut down and all of its perpetrators and most of its participants have either been arrested or agreed to treatment at Canterlot Asylum." she announced. "I can also safely announce that evidence of similar rings in other cities of Equestria have never been found and it is assumed that they never existed." the reports began to ask questions, but Celestia raised her foreleg up to silence them. "However," she continued. "I would like to urge the Congress of Ponies to approve of new stricter sex offender laws I have proposed at their annual meeting next summer to make it harder for such things to happen and to suppress pro-foalophilia propaganda, to forever end the influence of such group as FLAC once and for all."

As Celestia continued her speech, a guard quickly typed up a memo based on the speech and immediately gave it to a pegasus courier. The courier gave a quick salute and ran out of the room and flew out of the castle.

At Fluttershy's cottage in Ponyville, the yellow pegasus mare walked inside from the snow and removed her hat and scarf. She rested by the fire to warm herself up only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. She looked out the window to see a crystal guard at the door, it could only mean one thing. She opened the front door and was immediately given a letter by the guard. She silently took it and the guard gave a quick salute before he flew away.

Fluttershy quickly closed the door and opened the envelope to read the letter.

Dear Fluttershy,

My sister is going through with her new laws, be on the look out for even more possible foalophiles, I sense a potential influx of new arrivals who want to escape these draconian laws. Attached is a list of ponies either in Ponyville or within 10 miles from your location that I sense are possible foalophiles. I will write to Ember about issuing new resident visas so be ready for another letter detailing how many I received so you can plan accordingly.

I would also like to say that the probation period for Caramel has been lifted and his request to have a filly live with him in Emberville has been approved by the town elders. You have 24 hours to get her to the village.

Dark times are ahead of us, so be safe out there.

Sincerely,

HRH Princess Cadance of the Crystal Empire

Fluttershy put on a determined look on her face and got herself ready.

The last six months have been painfully slow for Ginger Snaps. Her parents have naturally began to smother her and baby her, going overboard with their over-protection. She was forced to go to psychological exams and was relieved from the filly scouts due to the unwanted attention. But the worst part about the six months for her was the lies she had to tell, the lies she had to feed others, the fact she had to say what the adults wanted to hear.

"He touched me there." "He was scary." "He used me to do yucky things." were some of the lies she told everyone. It pained her that no one can make the mental leap to comprehend that she and him were actually in love and not using each other. Everyone assumes that all foalophile adults want to do is rape a foal the first chance they get, but that's not true. But good luck convincing them otherwise.

Ginger walked into her room and lied down on the bed from another long boring day. She just wanted to be put out of her misery, she just wanted to be left alone, this life she is living in Ponyville was a complete sham that the adults set up for her. Her real life was with Caramel, wherever he is.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a knock on her bedroom window. She looked up to see a note was attached to it. She trotted over, opened the window, and grabbed the note. The cold air flowed in, but she was too focus on the letter to care.

Please meet me at my cottage by midnight, if you want to be reunited with your one true love. Pack only what you can comfortably carry. But also remember, once you do this, you'll probably never come back to Ponyville or see your family ever again.

-Fluttershy

Ginger did not care. She would rather be with Caramel and treated as a regular pony than with her parents who treated as a defenseless baby. She quickly packed as much as she could and waited for her parents to go to bed.

At midnight, Ginger trotted over to the cottage, the only sound around her was her hooves crushing the snow beneath. She knocked on the door and was let inside. "Just in time." whispered Fluttershy. "You sure you want to do this, last chance to pull out." she stated.

Ginger just gave a determined look on her face. She wanted to do this. The mare saw this and gave the signal. Ginger's view was suddenly blocked by rag and a burlap sack. Everything went black.

Dear Mom & Dad

Just wanted to say that you are great parents and I love you both very much, but I needed to run away, to be my own mare.

Ginger woke up in the middle of the forest. It was sunrise already, and she looked around to see a sign on one of the trees. 'Follow the pink arrows' was all it said.

I am just tired of living this life, tired of being told what to say and do, and being treated like a defenseless baby.

Ginger continued to follow the arrows as it lead her down a dirt path.

Truth is, I am a filly who just so happens to be in love with an adult stallion, why? I don't know and I don't care, he has treated me better than anyone ever did.

The filly had a flashback of seeing Caramel come out of the pond with an unconscious filly on his back and run to shore. She saw him save a filly, the only adult to ever notice since the others were too distracted. It was the first time she ever had feelings for him, the first time she felt the strange sensation between her hindlegs. The first time she was in love.

Don't bother looking for me, I don't want to be found, I just want to live my life the way I want to with the pony I want to.

She arrived at the village, situated between a riverbank and a cliff face. An occasional dragon flew overhead, signifying to the filly that she's in dragon territory somewhere. She trotted towards the settlement, passing a sign that read 'Welcome to Emberville."

But don't blame yourselves, you are not horrible parents, you just have a headstrong and intelligent filly who was raised in the wilderness and wants to be wild and free like the wind.

"You're looking for the shoe making shop?" asked a gray coated stallion to Ginger as a filly stood close to him.

Ginger silently nodded.

"Let me guess," smiled the stallion. "you know the new owner, because a foal can only enter this village if invited." he explained.

"I think she knows that Type Set hun." giggled the filly.

"You never know hun." laughed the stallion back as they nuzzled each other.

The scene made Ginger proudly smile for them.

"Anyways, welcome to Emberville, a place where we can live out our lives without harrasment and discrimination." announced the filly. "My name is Jazz and this big stallion here is my husband Type Set." she proudly introduced.

"Happily married for three and a half years." Set jokingly bragged.

Jazz jabbed him on the side. "Easy there you silly pony." she giggled. She then turned her attention to the other filly. "Anyways, good luck, hope it works out between you and your stallion." she said encouragingly.

"The shop is down the main road to your right, you'll see the sign when you see it." Type pointed out before he couple trotted away back home, leaving Ginger behind.

The former filly scout calmly trotted down the round until she saw a sign painted with three horseshoes arranged into a familiar shape for the filly: Caramel's cutie mark. A smile came upon the filly's face. The shop was about the same size as the one in Ponyville and like in Ponyville, a house was attached to it. With a smile she happily trotted over to the shop and saw a familiar stallion shaping a piece of metal into a shoe.

And right, this wind is taking me to my one true love.
Love, your wonderful daughter, Ginger Snaps

Caramel noticed the visitor and took off his protective goggles to see it was indeed her. He looked at her with a smile, yet stunned. Ginger smiled back, her eyes began to tear up with joy.

The two lovers were finally reunited at last, at a place they can finally be themselves for however long it lasts.

THE END

Author's Note

And that's the end. Hope you enjoyed the overall story.

Please don't spoil the ending in your comments. I would greatly appreciate it.

Thank you once again for enjoying this story, and for making this go better than I thought it would.

-Siglo de Oro