Not a Pedophile

Sweetie Belle slinked through the darkness like a prowling panther, her eyes and ears sharp, and her muscles coiled as she ever so slowly pushed open the door to her objective. Anon's bedroom. This was it. Her previous plans may have fizzled in the daylight, but under the heavy blanket of night, perhaps the atmosphere would be more to her advantage. Perhaps the change in location would help as well.

She could hear the steady breathing and low rumbling of Anon's snoring coming from the bed. Slowly, she crept forward in silence and gently clambered up onto the foot of the bed, careful not wake him. She paused for a moment to consider her plan of attack, then burrowed her way under the large singular blanket, setting a gentle glow on the end of her horn so she could see what she was doing. And there he was. Anon, bare except for a single pair of silk shorts. The only barrier between her and her prize, which she swore she could nearly make out the outline of beneath the fabric. She licked her lips in anticipation. Now she just needed to clear this last obstacle.

Crawling up between his splayed leg, she managed to grab the fabric of one of the leg holes between her teeth and slowly began to pull downward. Unfortunately, the motion caused Anon to turn in his sleep and stretch out, and Sweetie suddenly found herself pushed back with a foot mashed into her face. That was alright. She would work with that. With a devious grin, she pulled one of the toes into her mouth and began sucking, eliciting a few chuckles from the still sleeping Anon. It seemed he was a bit ticklish there.

Unfortunately, this turned out to be a bad thing for her. She barely had time to register the toe withdrawing from her mouth, pulled back by a powerful contraction of leg muscle, before she was suddenly seeing stars from the rapid reacquaintance of the foot with her face as the unconscious Anon delivered a kick that sent her flying across the room to land in a waste basket near the wall. The commotion nearly, but not quite, roused Anon to consciousness. He half sat up, blearily mumbling some incoherent noises that sounded like "pancakes" before falling back down to resume his snoring.

After finally managing to extricate herself from the trash, Sweetie Belle stumbled her way back to the bed, head still spinning slightly. She climbed her way back up and considered a new angle of attack that would avoid those feet. Crawling back under the cover, she made her way further up the side to get her teeth on the waistband. This would be a bit trickier to maneuver, but hopefully safer.

As she worked at the awkward angle to try and slip the waistband down his left hip, Anon suddenly began to turn on his side, rolling towards her and bringing his right leg up slightly and straight towards her head. She managed to just barely duck under it, only to have it suddenly clamp down on her neck, trapping her head into a scissor lock between the two legs.

She spent a minute wriggling in place, unable to free herself. At least she had a nice view of Anon's ass. It was too bad she couldn't do anything with it from this position. For the moment, she could at least still breathe through the grip on her neck without too much difficulty, though the blanket pulled around her meant a lot of rebreathing the same pocket of air. Though now that she focused on it, she did feel a very gentle breeze coming from somewhere. A strangely warm breeze like a steady breath.

"No....no no no no no no no no!"

Her wriggling renewed as the silent gentle breeze moving past her head began to grow in intensity into a squeaking foul wind and then a foghorn announcing a full force fetid gale blasting her in the face. She tried to hold her breath against the onslaught as she kicked her hooves out to hopefully at least open a ventilating gap in the covers, but she lost it in a sudden gasp of despair as some additional shift by Anon caused the blanket to instead pull tighter around her, sealing her in.

Now she thrashed in blind panic, lashing out with hooves and magic with every bit of strength she had, eventually dislodging herself and tumbling onto the floor. This time, the commotion was enough to wake Anon.

"Huh? Wha? Oh, hey Sweetie. What are you doing here?" Anon turned a groggy and unfocused gaze toward her.

She took a break from gasping for air to respond. "Oh, uhhh...sleepwalking? Yeah, and I guess I must have tripped."

"Right. Right." Anon nodded back. As thin as the excuse was, in his current state, he probably would have believed her if she said she had just fought off an alien invasion. He swallowed once and gave a brief grimace. "Well, I need a glass or two of water. Maybe a snack," he said as he swung his legs out and pushed to his feet. "You want some?"

"Uhh, sure, I guess."

She followed him to the kitchen where they both enjoyed some water as well as a small spread of cheese and crackers. When they had finished and Anon had cleared away the plates, an awkward silence settled over them in the still darkness of the house. Anon was the first to break it.

"Well, now I'm a bit too awake to go back to sleep immediately. How about you? Anything you want to do?"

Sweetie Belle quickly pushed aside the lingering trauma of her recent failure to leap at the new opportunity that had just fallen into her lap. She didn't have anything planned out, but one didn't just a let a chance like this fly by. She would just have to wing it.

"We should play a game!"

"Yeah, okay. I think I have a deck of cards around here somewhere."

"No, I was thinking more like...a roleplaying game."

"You want to start an Ogres and Oubliettes campaign? I don't know. That's a pretty big time commitment, and I'd have to dig out the books and dice and the character sheets. It's a whole big thing even if we use some pre-mades."

Sweetie Belle rubbed a hoof between her eyes. "No. I mean...like House. You know House, right?"

"I'm pretty sure I've heard of it? I don't really know the rules or anything though."

"It's simple. You just...act out your part. Just follow my lead."

"Okay."

She took a deep breath to center herself and then turned on the seductive charm.

"Oh, daddy! I've been a bad, bad, naughty little filly, and I need to be punished."

A brief moment of puzzlement flashed across Anon's face, followed by a spark of comprehension. "I'll say! Have you seen this power bill? You've been touching the thermostat again haven't you! How many times do I have to tell you all not to touch the thermostat!"

"I...uhh...yes! Yes I touched the thermostat and I deserve—"

"And what's even the point if you're just going to leave the door hanging open to let all the cold/hot air out! We may as well just throw our bits in the fireplace! And don't even get me started on not turning the lights off when you leave a room. Who are we lighting these empty rooms for, ghosts?"

"Uhh, this is a little too—"

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend the next 3 hours in the back yard grilling while listening to a podcast about World War II naval ships."

"Anon! Can you please take this seriously!"

"Okay." Anon suddenly turned toward her, a deathly serious look crossing his face. "Sweetie. Sit down. We need to talk."

Without thinking about it, she found herself obeying, curious as to where this was going. "I–uh–okay...?"

"There's...something important I need to tell you. Something that's been building up for a while now. Something that's been a long time coming. I wish it wasn't true, and I've done all I can to prevent it. I tried. I truly tried to make it not so. But there are some things you just can't avoid forever. Some truths you just have to face."

Sweetie Belle said nothing as she continued to stare in rapt attention.

"No, you can't run from the inevitable. What I'm trying to say is that sometimes you can feel a certain way about someone at first, but over time those feelings can...oh boy, there's really no good way to say it, is there? I guess I should just say it straight out then."

Anon's face twisted in a mask of anguish, guilt, and self-recrimination while Sweetie Belle leaned forward, wide eyed and hooked on every word.

"Sweetie...your mother and I are getting a divorce."

"..."

"..."

"...What?"

"I just want you to know that we both still love you! That hasn't changed and will never change. But we're going to be spending a lot more time apart from each other. I just want you to know that this isn't your fault in the slightest. This is entirely on us. Like I said, it was a long time coming and there was really no avoiding it. There's going to be a lot of changes to be sure, but we're going to get through this."

Sweetie Belle's only response was to slowly raise two hooves to massage her temples as she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"I...you know what, no. Nevermind. I'm just...I'm going back to bed."

With that she turned and trudged her way back to her bedroom. As she rounded the corner, she could hear Anon call out after her.

"Hi, Going back to bed! I'm Dad!"