I'm a Bad, Terrible Pony...
I… am a terrible pony for what I want. For what I see and desire. I walk down the street and hear them. I see them and watch their flanks, their rumps, and I glimpse at their tails, always hoping to see what lies beneath.
I have to confess this to you… I don’t like mares, or stallions for that matter. But when I’m around foals, children… something happens to me that I can only describe as what love must feel like.
It washes through my heart and then floods my chest like a warm marshmallow that’s cooking to a perfect golden brown. I see the young playing everywhere, I hear them, I sense their joy and innocence and I want to hold them close to me.
A hug is always okay from one pony to another, it’s just keeping my arousal under control until I’m past them and their families. I hug a dozen children an hour and smell their manes, look into their eyes and hope to see a part of them that wants more of me, like I do them.
Most ponies have that look when they see me. Trottingham, Canterlot, Manehattan, Ponyville. Everywhere I go, ponies want me, and I want their… gosh it sounds horrible, but I want their children to swarm me. To kiss my fur and nuzzle my legs, to want me as badly as I want them.
I remember this one filly. She was maybe seven years old and just about to get her cutie mark. I could tell from how tenacious she was at bowling. I was with some co-workers and they wanted to relax. How could I say no to some simple bowling? There weren’t supposed to be young there, but there was a birthday or something.
So many fillies and colts, their parts on view and the filly of the hour… was wearing something. I don’t know if I’d ever been more attracted to a filly in my life as when I saw her wearing a saddle and pink dress. The smile across her face and happiness in her features while she played tag, to the parents dismay.
My mind wandered to a place where we were alone in a nice enough hotel room. She and I were alone, just us. She was wearing the saddle for me. I pressed on it with my weight as I rode her tail, feeling it brush against my, myself until I bit my lip and was pulled back to reality.
My friends thought I was looking at a hot couple in the corner and I said I was. The stallion was a large earth pony and the mare was a petite yellow pegasus. I took my pick and made a comment that made my friends blush. It was a lie. I wanted the filly.
I left my friends, telling them I wanted to wish her a happy party and went right to her. She hugged me before I could say anything and my heart exploded and melted at the same time. I wanted to press my lips to hers, to let my hoof slide to her tail…
Her mother came over and I introduced myself and wished them all a fantastic day.
Everything went silent for a moment as the mother began to speak. She was inviting me to her house for an after party and I went blank, you know, in my mind. She was cute… the mom. A green unicorn with lighter green mane. I didn’t even listen to her name, but her daughter’s name is Sugar Soft.
Unique, but sweet none the less… heh, I’m sorry. So, this’ between us, right? Okay then.
I went to her, their house. A nice little thing for a single family of mixed ponies. The father was on a trip and he was a pegasi. The filly an earth pony, and like a tree she was ripe to be plucked and tasted.
I managed to talk my way into spending the night, to keep the mother company. It was a big city, after all, and a griffon was seen nearby. A mare and filly are best kept safe in groups, so I took the couch, even though I was offered her bed. Sharing a bed is fine as long as she’s not in heat. Plus I was a stranger, you don’t mate with strangers unless you’re in heat in public. It’s just bad taste, right?
Um, I, gave into my desires and snuck up to Sweet’s room in the middle on the night. She was asleep in her bed, naked now. My heart sank slightly, I’d imagined her wearing that saddle, waiting for me to sneak to her room so we could…
I shook my head and gulped. I remember peeking into her doorway and watching her breathe. Her barrel rising and falling. I snuck in as quickly as I could and felt myself, my arousal, betraying me. I went to Sugar's bed and looked her over like I imagine a predator does its prey. I felt like I was ready to taste flesh… soft pink flesh.
I know it’s wrong, but I couldn’t help it… it’s beyond me, beyond my ability to control. I... went to her backside and looked at her tail, followed it to her plot, then down to a moist patch of fur. I leaned in and inhaled deeply. It was the first time I’d ever smelt one fresh and so close. It was divine.
I imagine Princess Celestia smells the same as the filly did. She’d have to, it just makes sense. I reached my hoof to touch it, her, the… spot, and stopped.
I, couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t! It was wrong to do it. I turned and crept from her room, thankful it was carpeted, went to the bathroom, and clopped twice. Yes, twice. I felt terrible when I was done, what I was about to do to a sleeping filly. And, if she was awake what then? I was a stranger from outside their lives. I’d be in the deepest dungeon in a heartbeat.
I… never realized what would happen if I got caught. I sat in the bathtub, my fluids still present on my hooves and tail from my enthusiastic efforts, and I wept.
Why am I so broken? Why am I so wrong in a perfect world? What curse has been placed on me to make me lust after those blank flanks more than a pony of my own age; gender be damned.
A colt with his member unsheathed runs through my head while he trots carefully until it recedes.
A filly hiding her arousal with her tail, the hairs sticking together.
And me, pining for that which I know is wrong. Day after day, week after week. I need help and you’re the first I’ve told… and you’re asleep, like the little gift you are, like the rest of them. But, there's something special about you.
When you wake up you’ll feel a wave of pleasure flooding your body from your moist opening. My tongue dancing inside your little body. You'll look back to see me smiling. The waves of pleasure will make you moan and then tremble. Finally you'll squeak as you orgasm and either fall asleep or wonder what just happened.
I'll kiss your blank flank and lick my lips.
We’ll always remember each other and your taste will sustain me until the next little one crosses my path at the right time and looks at me in just the right way, the way that says they want me, just like you did.