A Filly Named Jailbait

You sit in a chair, staring into nothingness. The foals are lined up along a rail in front of a wide mirror on the opposite wall. Your brain is working harder than ever before, trying to figure out a way to expose Jailbait's actions without making you look like a criminal. Unfortunately, you aren't very smart, so the class ends before you can come up with anything.

A pink and blonde blur enters your vision, and you blink to focus your eyes. Jailbait is standing in front of you, smiling happily.

"Good job, servant. You didn't look at Miss Frills a single time. I'm happy to see you being so obedient. Perhaps I should reward you tonight, hm?" Her smile turns into a smirk. "Maybe I'll let you cum this time."

Her words spark a thought in your brain. Tonight. You're going to be watching her tonight while her parents are out. This is the best opportunity to put your plan into action.

The only problem is... you don't have a plan.

You can't just tell Noble "Hey, your sadistic daughter is going to chain me to her bed tonight and use me as a fuck toy while she says mean things that hurt my feelings and make my peepee hard for some reason. You should come watch." That wouldn't work... Right?

Your musings are interrupted by Jailbait hopping into your lap. "Dad usually picks me up when he gets off work, but you can take me home now since you'll be over tonight anyway." She latches onto your shirt and ruffles her wings. "Let's go."

Wrapping an arm around the filly, you stand up to leave while the various foals wave goodbye at the both of you. As you pass in front of your apartment, you realize you need to grab your not-a-purse and your overnight stuff from your room. Jailbait makes no comment on the detour, but she does snoop around in your dresser while you pack. When you're ready to leave, you grab the blank flank sticking out of the bottom drawer and place her on your shoulders.

"Ooh, I like it up here," she purrs, clamping her thighs around you. She's too small for it to hurt, but you can now feel her marehood rubbing against your neck as she starts to grind her hips. "Hurry up! The sooner we get home, the sooner my parents can leave." You feel her shift a bit before she leans forward. "We're going all the way tonight," she breathes into your ear.

You know this should bother you, but it doesn't. The first night of debauchery consisted of Jailbait blowing your mind and busting your nuts with her tongue, followed by you alternating between rubbing her belly and fingering her. It didn't go any further, but she did say she was a virgin, and that she wanted to change that. With you. Once that happens, your soul will be tarnished forever; branded as a foalfucker. The foreplay stuff was bad, but this is unforgivable. And you aren't bothered by that. Maybe you've grown numb.

Your penis disagrees, already half-mast from the feeling of filly bits on your neck.

You've been running on autopilot while lost in thought, so you're surprised to find yourself standing just outside The Honey Pot. The bell chimes as you open the door, still feeling like your mind is in a haze. You glance around, but no one is inside. They must have closed early. The kitchen door is open, and you hear voices coming from inside.

"Bye, sweetums, I'm off to pick up JB," Noble says as he walks through the doorway. He pauses upon seeing you and glances up at Jailbait situated on your shoulders. "Nevermind, Anon brought her! He's such a good lad, isn't he?"

"Really? He's even earlier than last week!" Ambrosia calls from out of sight. "I wonder why that is?"

"Now, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth." You wonder how that phrase even exists in this world. "He's here now, so that means we can leave early!" Noble rushes back into the kitchen and you hear the sound of pots and pans clanging together. "You can do those when we get back, let's go!"

The couple zips past you and out the main door before you can even consider stopping them. It doesn't matter. You wouldn't have been able to say anything to them; not with Jailbait right on top of you.

The filly strokes your ears with her wingtips before hopping off and fluttering to the ground. "I'm going to take a bath. You can use the one upstairs again. We'll meet back in my room, okay?" Like always, she doesn't wait for an answer and trots off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sluggishly drag your feet through the kitchen, down the first hall, up the stairs, down the second hall, and into the bathroom. You lean over the sink and just stare at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are bright with energy you don't want. Your mouth is threatening to curve into a smile you shouldn't have. Why aren't you upset? You should be worried, or angry, or... or something! But you aren't. All you feel is... aroused.

Maybe... maybe I should enjoy myself. Just this one time, maybe I should let go of my worry and stress... and just fuck her. Then, I'll figure out how to put a stop to it. Eventually.

Your chest feels lighter, and the smile makes its full appearance. You strip down and hop into the shower. You step out looking clean, but you feel more dirty than you've ever been in your life.

And you don't care.