A Filly Named Jailbait

You walk home that morning feeling confused as hell. And hungry. But mostly confused. What the fuck happened last night? You've never had that type of reaction to anything before. When you were watching Jailbait stretch yesterday morning, you barely had a reaction, and she was actively trying to tease you. But when she started to order you around, you just couldn't stop yourself from getting aroused. Even worse, what's stopping her from telling her dad? He'd believe whatever she says, regardless of the truth. You realize the truth is that you are now an unregistered sex offender.

We need to have a serious discussion, penis. This is not okay. I may like to fuck horses, but this pedo shit is *your** fault.*

Anon Jr silently agrees, willfully taking the blame and the filly that comes with it.

You reach your apartment and stumble up the stairs in a daze. Finally arriving at your room, you grab your keys-

They aren't there.

Shit.

The Honey Pot is closed on Sunday's, and you don't see a doorbell. There must be a backdoor that you missed during your short stay while you were... distracted. You walk down the alley separating the restaurant from the police station, totally not feeling guilty or scared of being arrested. After exiting the alley at a dead sprint leisurely stroll, you check the back of the building to your left. Sure enough, there's a small set of stairs leading to a yellow wooden.

This is gonna be awkward.

You raise a hand to knock, but the door opens before you can touch it. You look down and find yourself crotch to face with Detective Noble Trapment.

"Oh, Anon! Looking for these?" Noble takes your keys from his uniform pocket and tosses them up to you. "I was on my way to find you, but you came back on your own!"

"Haha, yeah... I must have left them in the bathroom when I took a shower." You can't bring yourself to look Noble in the eye. You don't trust your penis enough to not take over your body and tell the detective what his daughter's mouth feels like.

Anon Jr is offended, but he keeps his silence.

"Well, you must have made quite the impact on JB. She was practically begging me to let her take these to you by herself. I'm glad my worries about you from before were unfounded."

You clasp your hands behind your back to hide the cuff marks. "I would never hurt your daughter, sir."

"I know that now, son. I was just being a dad," he says with a warm smile. "Anyway, it was nice seeing you again, but I gotta get to the office. Have a nice day, Anon." Noble steps around you and trots over to the police station's own back door. When the door finally shuts behind him, you let out the breath you were holding.

She didn't say anything. God bless that adorable, sadistic birdhorse.

All that's left to do is get some food so your stomach will stop having a little bitchfit. You turn around and start down the steps before hearing the door open once again.

"Why hello there, Anon! I take it you're back for your keys?" Ambrosia has a tired smile on her face, still worn out from the 'celebration' with her husband. "You just missed him; he left earlier to meet you at your apartment."

"I was here for that, but I actually caught him coming out the door. I got my keys right here," you say, patting your pocket so they jingle. "I'm just off to find breakfast now."

Her eyes light up. "Oh! Why don't you come inside and I'll cook something for you? It was awfully rude of us to just let you leave so suddenly without thanking you properly. It's the least I can do, since JB seems to absolutely adore you. You know, I never figured out why she couldn't get along with the other foalsitters. The stallions we hired seemed uncomfortable, and the mares were downright scared of her. I can't image why."

"Yes... That is indeed strange," you say in monotone. "But I'm definitely not gonna turn down any more of your delicious cooking." Your stomach wouldn't let you anyway, letting out a very loud gurgle.

Ambrosia giggles a bit, still seeming tired. "Well, you certainly sound hungry. Come on in." She steps to the side, allowing you to enter a small hallway that you recognize. It's the same one connected to the kitchen, but you must have missed the door while carrying Jailbait to the staircase, which is now to your right. "JB already ate, so she's probably back upstairs." Your penis seems to sense the events of last night, twitching occasionally.

Calm the fuck down, man. You had your fun last night. Besides, her mom is right here.

Said mom guides you to a small dining room on the other side of the main kitchen. "Sit right here, handcuff, and I'll whip up some omelettes."

"What?!"

"Hm? Do you not like omelettes?"

"No, not that," you wave your hand quickly. "What did you just call me?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, does it make you uncomfortable when ponies call you handsome?" Ambrosia grins sheepishly. "I promise I don't mean anything by it."

Oh. Handsome. Okay.

Your balls slowly emerge form their hiding place in your rib cage.

"No, that's... that's fine. I just missheard you, sorry," you say with the fakest laugh on Earth. Luckily, you aren't on Earth and ponies are shit at reading body language.

"Alright then, but just to be sure, you're okay with omelettes?" Her grin is back in full force. She must be physically incapable of frowning.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Perfect! I'll only be a few minutes." She turns and walks back into the kitchen, not bothering to close the door behind her. You are very thankful for this, because it allows you to stare at her ass while she cooks.

You are a firm believer in the idea that earth pony mares have the greatest asses in the universe. Because holy shit goddamn, dat ass. Ambrosia is one of the few earth ponies you've seen in Canterlot, and she definitely embodies that idea. Anon Jr agrees, eagerly trying to get a peek for himself. You tuck him into your waistband to keep him under control.

A small cough draws your attention away from the ass of the gods. Jailbait is standing next to you, a small frown on her face. Oddly enough, Anon Jr has no reaction. Your arousal from staring at Ambrosia is actually diminishing as you look at the filly. Just like the first time you saw her, she's too cute to get you hard.

"You left without saying anything."

Did I? You think back to the fuzzy memories of this morning. You and Jailbait woke up shortly after her parents got home, which nearly caused you to have a panic attack. If they found you naked in their daughter's bed, your fingers still inside her, you would be in Tartarus or worse. You had to hide your left hand's shriveled fingers and hope they didn't notice. After the conversation about becoming her permanent foalsitter, you ran out with just a glance at the filly. Oh, I guess I did.

"Uh... Sorry about that, I kinda panicked."

"I didn't give you permission to leave."

Like flipping a switch, Anon Jr is standing at attention, ready for his orders.

God, I'm so fucking pathetic.

"Um... Sorry?"

The smol anger pone doesn't say anything at first and walks toward you slowly, her eyes narrowed.

"Disobedient servants need to be punished."

Really, penis? I shouldn't even be surprised anymore, but come on. You're better than this. No he isn't; and neither are you.

Jailbait dashes under the table as her mom emerges from the kitchen, two steaming omelettes on her back.

Uh oh.