For me, making money has always been the mane priority in my life. That was, until the day I became a Father.

Growing up a wealthy inheritor of the family business and piggy bank, I married well. She was a high-class filly from Manehatten and with our wealth united, I built up the family business, expanding into Canterlot and Fillydelphia with a small loan of a million bits.

Growing up was by no means an easy thing for me, however. Although my family afforded me every toy, servant and friend I could want… It was never really enough to satisfy me. Buying everything for me was fun and easy, but maybe that was just it.

With relationships, friends and lovers I had never needed to actively go out and even try and chat up a mare. They threw themselves at me… or at least at my money.

It was all too easy really. I became bored of the typical. I needed something new, something to inspire me. Something fresh that you couldn’t simply buy on at the market for a few bits.

Challenge. I needed it. I needed to take the forbidden fruit and bite into it…. taste its juices, feel them flowing down my chin and across my expensive Arponi jacket.

It really started as I watched Diamond growing up, from the hooves of a nanny, just as I had.

She was a really beautiful young filly, always my girl. As my mother-in-law remarked, ‘A spitting image of her mother when she were a foal.’

Eventually the whores and the secretaries and mistresses weren’t enough anymore. I saw a new challenge present itself to me.

Whilst I could get away with any affair… the mere thought of having a relationship with a filly, if expressed aloud, would result in serious consequences… even with all my money, my reputation would be destroyed.

I came so damn close once, my daughter, so cute… Daddy’s little angel.

Whilst she was taking her bath, I stumbled in and barely held myself back. I stared for a long minute before apologising and exiting the room, never talking about it to her again.

That’s when I knew I needed to focus on somepony else, a filly that wasn’t my daughter preferably.

I wasn’t in tune with the modern trends but I knew that the interwebs had opened up communication for ponies all over Equestria… popular among the… younger generation particularly.

Taking the username ‘2Philthy4U’, I took to a popular roleplay and chat forum to try and see if perhaps a young go-getter was interested in older stallions. Particularly, rich older stallions I have to mention, no price was too high when it came to this kind of sport.

I knew it was wrong, knew that I was going to tartarus, but I also knew I couldn’t suppress this forever, the looks I gave my daughter were beginning to be noticed by my wife and servants.

This would take care of that, who knows? I could perhaps get a real good thing going. Perhaps even make a regular thing? Like friends, with benefits.

I met a young filly fairly quickly named Emerald Bright, a cute little filly from the outskirts of Ponyville who was home schooled and lonely.

It was almost too easy to begin chatting to her. I started with normal things about her life and her parents, moving on afterwards to talk about her wants and desires.

It became more though as I began… well pretended to pity her. It was like talking out a business deal, I backed off in areas and hit hard in others, made her expectant as I finally moved onto the topic of love and friendship.

I told her about the birds and the bees, the poor dear not knowing a thing about sex. I moved on, going into detail about how ponies really made love, animalistic, feral and passionate.

At least that was the beginning. Next, I asked her questions about her personal things. Her privates, if she touched herself and whether she wanted to get it on with another stallion.

It was only a few days and already she was interested, a further day and we’d agreed to meet up at her place whilst her Father was at work and her Mother was out of town.

I stepped onto the deserted street. The usual confidence I possessed was now gone as I swallowed hard and grasped my small satchel. Condoms and vodka, a simple trade for the things I wanted to do to her.

Though, of course… she wanted it as well.

At least that’s what she probably told herself.

I stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door, a small voice calling out almost immediately. “Filthy? Is that you!? Come on in, I made some juice, it’s on the table. I’m just getting changed into something for you!”

Jackpot.

I knew I was rich, but I had literally hit the mother load. A 13-year-old without any friends whose parents were out until late at night. This could turn into something beautiful, if I played the game right.

Trotting through the hall, I put the bag down on the table and grabbed a glass, staring at some books on the table and an open text book with squiggles.

“Doing some homework hon’?” I called, grinning as I poured a nice cold glass. “You know you can learn a thing or two from me honey, just gotta ask.”

“Maybe you can help explain some things to me instead,” a sudden authoritative and very masculine voice called from an archway in the side of the kitchen.

I nearly jumped out of my suit as a brown stallion with a blond mane in a similarly smart attire emerged with a red file, placing it on the counter where I held the glass of juice.

His bright green eyes pierced mine and I knew that I had to react now as I blurted out, “Hey there pal, saw the door open and was worried that perhaps you’d had a break in, good to know you’re all ok, I’ll be on my-”

“Not so fast,” the stallion held up a hoof, his eyes locking with mine as we seemed to understand one another. It was clear I’d been caught, he was like so many business owners or CEO’s I’d dealt with.

Intelligent, well groomed and with a social status that radiated authority like mine. How much did he know though? Did he know anything? Who was he?

“Please, take a seat over there,” the stallion gestured to the opposite side of the counter as he opened the file, leaning on the other side as he seemed to be reading through something. A profile on me perhaps?

I smiled, as if this were an actual board meeting and sighed, treating this as if it were a chore.

“Well, now pal I gotta say it’s hard to place you. But we can come to an agreement here, hmm?” I immediately offered him a deal, explaining, “I know that file probably has something about why I’m here, I know you probably do this for a living. You caught me, how much do you want to make it go away?”

The stallion looked up, seeming to chew his gums for a moment, his eyes unfazed as he breathed heavily and retorted “Well sir we’ll just skip over that for now, right now I’d just like to read you something you might be interested in.”

My face dropped as the stallion licked his lips and explained “You came here tonight to meet a 13-year-old filly for sex. Your chat log indicates that you were weary of her parents. You talk about your genitals, about her body and her period.”

He knew it all. Fuck he was good, I’d met my fair share of extortionists back in the day but this guy was straight up brutal.

“Sir, look. We both know why I was here, yes I wanted to have sex with a minor, and yes you’ve caught me doing it.

Guess you hacked my computer or something, smart pal. Tell you what, 250, 000 bits for the file, you’ll never see me online again neither hehe.” I chuckled, putting my hoof out as the stallion seemed perturbed.

“Might wanna save that money sir, you might be needing it in the future. I just want to ask before anything, what drew you to fillies?” the stallion impassable.

I snorted, chuckling “Hey you wouldn’t get it, maybe you’re smart, but no way do you make the cash I do every day. You have to work for it, the fact I’m breathing now means I’m making bits, thousands of them.”

The stallion sighed and looked back to the file. “I see you brought the condoms and the vodka, so I suppose it’s fair in saying that you would have carried through with your act if a 13-year-old girl had been here?” He asked with a hint of revulsion in his voice, though he hid his true feeling well.

I became weary now, this guy might have more than he let on. I’d overstayed my welcome anyway and decided it was time to get out.

“I have nothing left to say to you sir, I have the right to leave hmm? Trust me, you try and publish this, any of this, and I’ll put you down. I know a lot of people so please, when you’re ready to bargain, call me.”

I passed him my business card and fixed my suit. I looked back towards the door but the stallion stepped away from the kitchen counter and held up a hoof, stopping me, explaining “Sir… before you leave, one last thing.

I’m Chris Hansen with Dateline NPC, we’re doing a story on internet predators meeting young fillies, I’d just like to have your opinion-”

I was out of the kitchen already, grabbing my satchel as I went, cameras were shoved in my face as I growled. The damned Paparazzi had got me! This was beyond bad, who knows what they had on me!?

‘Shit Filthy, you’ve done it this time, could you not keep the hose pipe in the garden!?’ I slammed the door open and intended to leave hastily.

Suddenly, a hoof grabbed me, a hoof cuff locking onto me as a stallion in blue, an officer of the law shouted “DOWN! DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!”

I wrenched my hoof away, snarling at the plebiscite, as he retaliated with forcing me to the ground, explaining my rights in my ear as more officers pulled my legs apart, checking my suit pockets and confiscating my bag.

“Hey! This is a mistake, I demand an attorney, a lawyer, this isn’t right! I’m an Equestrian citizen! Your jobs are over, your lives! I HAVE A WIFE AND KID!” I screamed like a mad pony, my suit dishevelled as I was pushed into a caged cart, brought round from the side of the house; a mare, my kids teacher already inside, looking saddened.

“I’ll get you Chris Hansen! Someday! If you think this is the last you’ve seen of Filthy Rich…

Think again.”

Author's Note

The ring came off my pudding can... Take my penknife, my good man!