A Filly Named Jailbait

It feels like hours before Jailbait lets out her breath in an explosive sigh. She wipes away most of her tears with one hoof, the other pushing into your stomach to lessen some of the pressure. When she finally looks up at you, you're surprised to see a smile, albeit a strained one.

"Okay, you can move now," she says in a shaky voice, now with both hooves on your stomach.

Right as you grab her flank, a loud bang from downstairs causes both of you to freeze. You lock eyes with Jailbait, neither of you breathing.

"Are your parents back early?" you whisper fearfully. Your heart is pounding in your penis, making you experience a strange blend of panic and ecstasy.

"No. At least, they shouldn't be..."

"JB? We heard a noise, are you alright?" an unfamiliar voice calls faintly.

"Oh, no, it's Miss Karma! She's one of the police ponies," Jailbait whispers fearfully.

You hear the sound of hoofsteps coming up the stairs. You look at the crying filly impaled on your dick; she's bleeding a bit onto your thighs.

This doesn't look that bad. I can just explain that I was blackmailed into it, and everything will be fine.

The door flies open, and a green unicorn mare rushes in.

"SHE MADE ME DO THIS!" you calmly explain. "I HAD NO CHOICE! I HAD TO FUCK HER!"

The officer stares at you in horror. Her horn lights up and you feel Jailbait yanked off your dick.

"You sick bastard! How could you do this!"

Clearly, she's misinterpreting the situation. You try a different approach.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, IT WAS HER! SHE WAS BEGGING ME TO FUCK HER! LOOK AT WHAT SHE'S WEARING, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

There. That should prove your innocence. Why else would a filly be wearing a tutu unless she was trying to get you to fuck her?

"Go to Tartarus, creep!" Her horn lights up and a bright bolt hits you in the chest. You collapse to the floor, writhing in pain.

"THIS IS POLICE BRUTALITY!" you shriek between surges of pure agony. A final burst of light, and your consciousness fades.

Gray. It's all gray. Four gray walls and a gray steel door. You've forgotten what other colors look like.

A hoof pounds on your door. It slowly squeals open, revealing a gray pegasus in a gray uniform. It's all gray.

"Alright, sicko. It's time for you to go."

You blink. You must have misheard. It almost sounded like you were-

"Come on, Anon. Let's get you out of there." A strangely colored unicorn steps into view.

What color is that? You think it's brown, but you can't tell. It's all been gray for so long.

"Wait, am I... free?" you breathe quietly, not daring to hope.

"No, actua-"

"It's been eighty-three years," you say as you fall to your knees, tears streaming down your face.

The unicorn sighs. "Anon, I left less than an hour ago. Come on,  your trial is up next."

A trial. After so long, you get a trial. You get a chance to defend yourself.

"It was her," you mumble, following behind him. "She made me do it."

"Mhm."

"Did you see what she was wearing?"

"Yes, Anon, I saw."

"I'm gonna be let free, right? It's been so long..."

The unicorn pauses in front of you and turns around. "Anon..."

"Eighty-three years..."

Appointed Lawyer snorts and continues leading the human to the courtroom. The sooner the filthy pedophile is behind bars, the sooner Appointed can enjoy some of that cake in the break room.