I wiped my brow as the dazzling sunlight laid into my fur, causing me to sweat buckets as I worked on bucking some more apples from the tree I’d sidled up to. 

Working the fields was one of the only times I was really at peace. Many ponies thought that I held my own thoughts as I bucked apples, but they couldn’t be further from the truth.

In reality I didn’t think whilst I worked. I got on with it, bucking apples, carrying apples, stocking apples. It was back breaking manual labour, but then they didn’t call me Big Mac for no reason and I’d developed quite the form for it.

It was all the other times, the times I wasn’t working that I got in my own head. The memories and the thoughts flooded my mind, back when Maw and Paw were alive. It made me sad to think that today was the anniversary of the day they passed from this world.

 Applejack didn’t really remember it. Granny Smith did everything in her power to try and forget but I always made a point to remember what it had been like when they were alive.

We buried Maw and Paw at the end of the first orchard that Sweet Apple Acres had ever reared.

Granny, Applejack and I promised from an early age we wouldn’t take Applebloom there until she was old enough. In fact we never really discussed Maw and Paw, between ourselves and Applebloom, but I’d been visiting them a lot recently. I had a lot to talk about and they seemed to be the only ones I could tell.

A lot of ponies believed in the afterlife, but I didn’t. I hoped at least there was no such thing, as if I were to die today my parents would shame me and I would likely never see them for the sins I’ve wanted to and already committed. 

I’ve been having these feelings towards colts for a long time now. I felt that if there was an afterlife they would be disappointed by the fact I’d acted on these feelings before now. Liking stallions was bad enough but the fact I liked colts…

It started a few years back, when Applejack was a teenager and began bucking apples, looking after Applebloom and making sure Granny could handle things on the farm. I was the only one representing Sweet Apple Acres back then at all our family reunions. Every year, as always I’d go on down to the reunions to ‘mingle’ or at least show that our branch of the family still cared about the wider family.

I was of course always quiet, which I suppose defeated the purpose of me attending. 

A young stallion who hadn’t had the luxury of lazing around or attending school I didn’t converse or introduce myself, contenting to stand at the sidelines and mull over things as I watched proceedings, dances and other events.

I had a lot of different thoughts but it was at the fourth reunion that I began to think about my, younger cousins.

I had been attending these things all over Equestria for a few years and they were the same old cousins. I’d seen many of them grow from toddlers into fine young colts but I never really thought about how they looked.

Their little hooves, cute flanks, their curves really made me feel… something I’d never ever felt before. Granny had explained in her way what sex was to me. My parents had died just before they deemed me old enough to know and no offence to Granny but her basics were quite outdated.

She told me that when a mare and a stallion felt something between one another, that was called love and that ponies in love would go out on dates and after a while proceed to make love and thus create foals.

I realised that my younger cousins were quite beautiful over those reunions. They were happy, playing with one another, jumping on top of the others and wrestling in the dirt. A childhood I had never had I suppose.

I learnt later from exploring the library in Ponyville that a stallion could love another stallion, it didn’t specify colts but naturally it wasn’t hard for me to understand that older ponies couldn’t have relationships with younger.

Personally I didn’t see what what was wrong with age gaps. After all my Aunt and Uncle Orange were 6 years apart in age and they were happily married with a colt on the way. 

At the next Reunion I paid more attention to my younger cousins than before. I began to play with them, it made sense I guess, the next step befriending them as the rest of the family saw this as me coming out of my shell.


I had comments from one particular stallion, a 1st cousin that I was particularly good with kids. Around the same age as me he was a blonde stallion, my Uncle’s son. His name was Braeburn and after that Reunion we became best friends for life.

Braeburn and I talked over young colts. I don’t know how he found out my attraction but I’ll never forget the first time he called me out on it.

“Hey cousin, I see that you’re gettin’ awful friendly with the 2nd cousins… the colts in particular” he began, making my ears shoot up and my eyes widen as he giggled, wrapping a hoof round my neck as he whispered “Foolin’ them maybe, but ya’ ain’t foolin’ me. If you wanna go all the way with a colt, you’ll come round the barn in an hour.”

I did as he ordered and that night changed my life forever. Back when Braeburn’s younger brother was alive he had been very compliant with his older sibling. He looked up to him like he was a God and when I got a taste of how a God lived I had to say that I was jealous. Jealous I had no brother. Jealous that Braeburn lived on the otherside of Equestria.

We met like this every Reunion, even if it wasn’t in his hometown we found a way to fool around. Sometimes only the two of us, but over a few years when his brother was present… the things we did to him. It was understandable why I hoped there was no such thing as an afterlife.

Eventually it ended, after he became a young teen, about the age I was when my parents died. Apparently he was found hung from his own, windowsill. Suicide was almost non-existent in Equestria, so it shocked everypony, not just his parents. He hadn’t left any kind of note why he’d done it, but me and Brae knew.

We never met up for our romps again, and never discussed him.

That was 5 years ago and now the feelings I’d felt then… I needed them more than anything. It wasn’t as easy as it was with Brae though. I had no younger colt siblings and I couldn’t leave far from Sweet Apple Acres.

A month back however when Applejack was given that new fangled computor device, I began using it with her permission. The interwebs opened my eyes to how many lonely stallions there were out there like me.

However, I wasn’t in search of stallion companionship and began searching on these forum things they called them, talking to others like me and young colts under the screen name ‘GenericRedColt.’

I found a young colt in my area more than willing to meet somepony my age. He called himself Buttermash, but he said his name was really Button. He lived alone with his Mom and his estrange Father, and said that he had always found colts to be immature and that he was more attracted to stallions than mares.

I naturally engaged him, intending to mentor him as I had never been as a colt. I started by simply asking him if he was involved with law, a simple tactic to make sure that my conversation wouldn’t be monitored by any snooping parents or otherwise.

I then asked him about the other kids at school, whether he had a brother or touched himself. The little twink hadn’t done anything before, and I knew then that I had struck gold. I knew that he would be the one.

Using a thing called a web camera, I made him understand why I was called ‘Big Mac,’ posting a picture of my large stallionhood for him to enjoy.

He was naturally mesmerised, why wouldn’t he be? It was probably the biggest thing he’d ever seen or would see in his life.

I asked him what he knew about love and sex. He was a complete and total novice. I knew that I had to teach him everything I knew… get him ready for what my final goal intended.

I sent a picture of myself masturbating, sending several videos of myself and other stallions jacking off to the sweet view of stallion porn.

He was overwhelmed but turned on, and I could tell there and then that I had him.

A colt that I could exploit for my own use was all mine and there was nothing anypony could do about it.

It was only a few weeks after we’d met that I found myself outside his home. His Mother was out for the day, leaving me to play with my new toy…

I’d brought it all. Condoms, alcohol and a very nice sized dildo that we could play with. I would start him out easy, I didn’t want to scare him or break him like Brae’s brother… this would be something that we’d both enjoy for many years to come.

Trotting up to the door, I feared for a brief moment that his parents were in, knocking clearly, I was reassured when his high pitched voice called, “Hey come on in. I made cookies just sit right down and I’ll be right with ya’ in a minute.”

Trotting through the living area to the kitchen the smell of the cookies hit me and I could only think how lucky I was.

A colt, basically a babe was ready for me in the next room and we were about to spend all day making sweet, sexy love.

I placed my stuff on the table and said nothing, taking a bite, I was shocked and astounded when a brown pony in a rather smart suit, entered through the archway, leading out of the kitchen.

I remained calm, chewing on the delicious treat as he asked, “Enjoying that?” making my heart skip a beat in fear, though I expressed nothing.

I made to stand but he shook his head, gesturing “Why not take a seat over there?” pointing to the stool by the kitchen counter. I knew already he was with the guard, or law enforcement or whatever and sat down, knowing that to disobey would mean pain and punishment.

I made sure to remain silent, I mean how much did he really have on me? Whatever it was, I had to ensure I kept my responses to a minimum. I was distraught really. Where was Button? Had he ever existed? Was this his Father? No, more likely a cop or something. Either way I knew I was in trouble and stayed still, hoping that this wouldn’t end in jail time.

“So then… ‘Genericredcolt,’ you’re here to meet a 13 year old boy for sex? Can I just ask why, a guy… with a family and a respectable job and position in this community… would want to have sex with a 13 year old colt?” he asked me, prompting me to keep my lips shut.

Staring at him in despair, my ears fell flat against my head as he sighed, flicking over a red folder he’d brought with him… the contents I could only guess as he asked “You say here you brought condoms, you ask about the size of his genitals and whether he has pubic hair… you ask if he’s ever done anal sex and if he’d like you to teach him… everything here points to you pursuing this boy for sexual relations with a 13 year old, is that true?”

It was like he had a window into my little screwed up world. I choked, coughing as I began to breathe heavily, resting my head in my hooves as I stared at those damned cookies, in a way thankful there wasn’t really a colt here to greet me.

“Can I just ask you straight… what were you doing?” the stallion asked me in a curious tone, at least straight to the point as I shook my head, wondering all the ways my life was going to change when he slapped those hoof cuffs on me.

“You talk about how you’re bringing condoms and a toy for him. What’s in the bag Mr Macintosh…?” the stallion looking at me with eyes akin to that of a predator, stalking a prey he knew he’d encircled.

I pulled the bag away, mumbling “Condoms…” before blushing and burying my head in my hooves, mumbling “I’m so stupid,” knowing that I was the biggest idiot alive. I mean how had I let this happen? I had worried about ponies spying on me and now it was clear I had been under investigation from the get go.

Who would look after the orchard? What would my family think? All these questions scared me as he read out every dirty little thing that I’d wanted to do to Button, the colt having probably never even existed as I tried not to cry.

“Are you going to arrest me Officer?” I asked when he came to a close on the filth I’d discussed, the stallion seemingly taken aback as he questioned “You believe me to be law enforcement?” Further confusing me as he folded the file up, sighing “I have something to admit… You see I’m Chris Hansen with Dateline NPC, and we’re doing a story of stallions who try and meet young colts and fillies online.”

I stared ahead at him blankly, as cameras came out, mounted on tripods atop stallions backs, clad in crew uniform as his mouth seemed to move in slow motion.

I watched as I was captured as the freak I was… the monster nobody would ever trust again. I sighed, saying nothing as I knew that although I wasn’t going to be arrested, I was never going to live the life I had prior.

“You’re free to leave as you wish,” I heard him say, making me shake my head even more. Although I’d be walking out today, I would be leaving a part of myself behind. I made a promise to never do this again… to pursue the feel of a young stallion beneath me. It was a sickness that from now on I would control.

After a few minutes I rose slowly, the cameras circling me as I thanked him, grabbing my bag and heading towards the exit with my head hung low.
This had been the worst hour of my life as I shouldered past the door, intending to head home and sleep for a week, thanking the Gods that he was a journalist and not law enforcement.

Of course I never got that far, a hoof cuff, slapping over my forehoof as I was forced to the ground, a stallion above me in blue screaming “GET ON THE GROUND!” making me whimper.

I was strong enough to overpower him, but with a taser thrust against my ribs, I decided against it as I was lead away. I was tossed in a cage with a few other offenders it seemed, including the Mayor, my one time false love, the mare Cheerilee and a local business pony looking at me with a solemness we all understood.

In a way, I was glad.

Author's Note

The Bee bit my bottom... now my bottom's big!