âPuh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaze,â the slightly pudgy pink mare whined, grinning from ear to ear up at the man
Anon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best not to come off as overly annoyed. âWhat about the Cakes - any of the Cakes? Your parents or sisters? Heck, how about the other Elements?â he groaned.
âMr. and Mrs. Cake are way too old - the same goes for Mom and Dad. Marble and Lime are too far away and there isnât time to get them here, so that rules them out. Pumpkin Cake is looking after Pound Cake - heâs got a nasty cold. And I just canât ask the girls to do it; theyâre going to be on the cruise with me!â Pinkie lamented. Sinking to the ground, clasping her forehooves together in supplication, her pleading eyes met his. âPretty please, Anon, youâre my only hope. I Pinkie promise that Iâll make you whatever sweets you want for a week - no, a month if you look after him!â
Staring down at her pitiful face, Anon felt his resolve withering. Pinkie always had been kind and friendly to him, and it wasnât her fault that a monkey wrench had been thrown in her plans, so turning her down wouldnât be easy. Sheâd likely extend a helping hoof without a second thought, had the tables been turned, which only bolstered his reluctant drive to help her with the strange deed. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped.
âAlright,â he grumbled, âwhat do you need me to do.â
âJust look after Li'l Cheese for the week. Iâve packed everything youâll need, including snacks, his favorite games, blankets, pillows, and even the bits for food. Heâs super duper well behaved and Iâm sure heâll be the bestest little colt for good âol uncle Anon,â she explained, hopping gleefully in place.
The mareâs words did little to quell Anonâs growing unease. Firstly, heâd only ever met Li'l Cheese once or twice in passing, so the notion of him being uncle Anon was a laughable one. Secondly, and more troublingly, he had no experience with foal sitting; if pony youths were anything like human children, heâd probably have one hell of a time managing the colt - which led to his third concern: heâd always presumed the young pony was a girl.
In the grand scheme of things, the tykeâs sex didnât have much bearing on the issue at hand - hell, if anything, the news was actually a bit comforting. If he had to guess, looking after a colt would be a bit easier and make him less uncomfortable than looking after a filly. Fond, distant memories of his youth came flooding back to him, of playing card games and listening to the older men in his family telling him stories. Despite himself, he smiled and wondered if he could have the same impact on the young horse.
Nodding down at her, he made up his mind. âSo when do you need me to -â
âRight now is just fine. Here!â Pinkie exclaimed, cutting him off. Reaching out of view, she produced two stuffed duffel bags. âIâve got everything you need in here! Iâm sure youâll be fine, Anon. Have fun and try not to lose him like that time we did in Ghastly Gorge!â she shouted, turning tail and galloping off into the distance.
Anon stared down at the massive canvas bags, too awestruck by her immediate and unforeseen departure to do otherwise. Then it hit him, something which shook him from his stupor and sent his pulse racing. He glanced around for a fleeting second, before gasping.
âPinkie!â he shouted, watching the mare flee into the distance, âwhereâs the damn -?!â
âIâm right here!â a voice chirped, causing him to peer downward.
One of the twin bags writhed and squirmed on the ground, before the zipper seemingly undid itself. Like something out of a magic act, a small, colorful shape burst from the duffel, did a flip, and landed before him. Though itâd been a year or two since heâd last seen the pony, there was no mistaking it was Pinkie Pieâs progeny.
The tiny horse, minus the afro-like hair, was only tall enough to reach his knee. Bearing a daffodil colored coat, harlequin green eyes, and an exceptionally poofy, taffy colored mane and tail, he looked like a recolored, younger, sex-swapped version of his mom - at least, thatâs what Anon presumed Pinkie would have looked like at his age. With stubby little legs, stout body, and a cheerful face, the lad grinned up at him.
âUncle Anon!â Li'l Cheese joyously cried, leaping forward and clinging to the manâs leg.
âH...hey, little guy,â Anon stammered, still unpacking the bizarre situation. Bending at the waist, carefully removing the colt from his lower extremity, he set the pint-sized pony down before himself.
âIâm not âlittle guyâ, Iâm Li'l Cheese!â he clarified, frowning ever so slightly. âAnd I heard what you said earlierâŚâ
âI...what?â the man blurted, uncertain of the tyke meant.
Looking from side to side, Cheese leaned in and angled his muzzle towards Anonâs ear. âYou said a swear,â he whispered conspiratorially.
âOh - uh - f...fudge. Donât tell your mom,â Anon groaned. Heâd only been at it for less than a minute and heâd already managed to fuck up once and narrowly avoided a second expletive.
Cheese retracted his head and stared him in the eye. âDonât tell mom?â he repeated, his tone unnervingly even.
âJust - Ugh,â Anon grumbled, facepalming. Reminiscing on one particularly vulgar and kindhearted great uncle he had on earth, he hastily enacted a plan. âLook, Iâm the super cool uncle. What happens here, stays here - you got it?â
Though it was a brazen and supremely irresponsible sounding declaration, it wasnât like he had any intention of cursing or misbehaving in front of the youth. He may accidentally let a cuss slip here or there, despite his best efforts, so establishing himself as the awesome bipedal uncle would help him cover his ass. Cheeseâs smile broadened and his eyes went alight, apparently buying the act hook, line, and sinker.
âI...I sometimes say bad words too!â he glanced around a second time, ensuring nobody was within ear shot. âHeck,â he boldly murmured.
âOh man, that is pretty impressive!â Anon chuckled.
âA...and sometimes I do naughty stuff I ought not to, but Iâm always super sneaky about it,â Cheese continued, waggling his eyebrows at his caretaker.
âWell I hope you donât give me too much trouble,â the man asserted, standing to his full height and affixing his tiny guest with the best âoh youâ look he could muster.
âDonât worry, I wouldnât do any bad stuff without you,â the colt snickered, as his eyes wandered up and down his hostâs frame.
Anonâs brow furrowed the slightest bit, at hearing the minuscule stallionâs statement; he couldnât put his finger on exactly why, but something about it struck him as off. Shaking his head, dispelling the thought, he stooped down and grabbed one bag in each hand. It was already pretty late in the afternoon, so the first order of business would be to get his guest unpacked and settled in.
âCome on, little dude. Iâll give you a tour,â he huffed, turning around and walking through the front door.
Strolling through his living room and towards his bedchamber, he moved through his apartment. It wasnât the biggest place but, all things considered, it suited his needs just fine. His job at the Ponyville bowling alley didnât pay enough for him to afford a more spacious place to live, though he really didnât need one. His pad may have been relatively tiny, yet he was happy to call it home.
âOk,â he grunted, easing the pair of duffels by the foot of his bed, âyou can sleep in here.â
Cheese surveyed the room for a moment, before he peered up at the man. âBut this is your room, isnât it?â
âYeah, it is, but you can crash in here for the week. Iâll sleep on the sofa in the living room,â Anon noted, pointing towards the den.
âHmmmmm,â the colt hummed, trotting over and hopping atop the mattress. Slowly turning in place, examining the cushioned surface, he only stopped when he eventually faced the man. âI donât see why youâd want to sleep on a couch. Thereâs plenty of room on this big âol mattress for the two of us! Plus Iâm super tiny and my mom says Iâm a little cuddle monster!â
Truthfully speaking, there probably wasnât any harm in sharing his bed with the lad. Cheese was an earth pony and, as such, remarkably robust; even if he did end up rolling over on the little pony, he doubted heâd do any harm whatsoever. After thinking for a second, Anon shrugged.
âSure, why not. Letâs get your stuff sorted out then maybe we can get a bite to eat. Your mom said there were some bits in here,â he remarked, squatting down to unload his guestâs cargo.
Digging into the first duffel, Anon discovered a treasure trove of toiletries: towels, wash cloths, soap, shampoo, conditioner, a spare blanket, and pillow. All the common travel accoutrements were there - that was, until he happened upon across a singular item. Lifting the item, reading the label, he recoiled. For some reason, heâd stumbled upon a bottle of lube.
âWhatâs that?â Cheese asked, peering up at the man.
âProbably something your mom accidentally threw in there, donât worry about it,â Anon muttered, shifting his focus to the other bag.
To his surprise, the second duffel seemed to only contain a multitude of one particular garment. Socks - socks of every conceivable color, material, size, and shape. Most of the damn things were long and striped, although a few were more conventional. Rifling through the articles, he uncovered a lone fishnet legging.
Pursing his lips in consternation, his eyes swept over to the colt. The little bugger smiled innocently up at him, giving him a moment for pause. The lube he could understand, if Pinkie had been in a rush to pack her sonâs effects, but be damned if he could explain why there was a scandalous legging with the coltâs possessions.
âWhatâs up with all the socks?â he inquired, keeping his tone even.
Without saying a word, Cheese dove into the bag and disappeared amidst the colorful apparel. The duffel writhed and wiggled about for a few seconds, before the colt sprang into view. Adorned in a mismatched quartet of the socks, he proudly stood on his hind legs and displayed his attire.
âIâve always liked them! Theyâre warm, soft, and my mom says Iâm extra adorable in them!â Cheese declared.
Staring down at the colt, Anon had to admit, the little guy was pretty damn cute - still, he was curious about why a small fishnet legging would be in the ladâs possession. Snatching up the suspect article, a tiny hoof shot forth and quickly stayed his hand. He paused, looking to his guestâs face.
âThatâs my special sock,â the young stallion cooed.
âSpecial?â Anon reflexively parroted, piquing a brow.
Plucking the mesh garment from the manâs grip, Cheese hopped out of the bag and onto the open floor. Kicking one hind leg out, removing the sock around the limb, he smoothly donned the brightly colored article. Turning away, presenting his behind to his host, he grinned impishly over his shoulder.
âIt makes me feel special,â he purred, balancing on three hooves and extending his newly adorned leg.
Intentional or not, there was no denying how utterly risque the scene was. Anonâs mouth went dry, as he gazed at the coltâs rump. The way the socks and leggings delicately dug into his supple thighs, just below his rather generous backside, was a bit unnerving. Shaking his head, hoping to dispel the inappropriate thoughts creeping into his mind, he got to his feet.
So long as Pinkie was aware of her sonâs activities, having purchased him the items at some point or another, he couldnât pass any sort of judgement, although he wasnât sure how he felt about the situation. Cheese did have his cutie mark, a sign that he was old enough to make a good number of decisions for himself, which also factored into the equation. In the end, he decided to move on with their afternoon and not make an issue of it.
âIâll go put your stuff in the bathroom, if you want to get your socks arranged. Once youâre done, we can go get some dinner,â he flatly stated, plodding off to the restroom with one of the two bags.
âOkey dokey lokey!â Cheese cheerfully responded, giving him a salute.
It didnât take Anon long to get all the ladâs toiletries unpacked and arranged, setting some of the items beside his bathtub and arranging the towels in his closet. At the bottom of the duffel, as Pinkie had promised, he uncovered a small sack of bits. Palming the pouch and counting its contents, he strolled back into his bedroom. âAlright I think we have enough to-â
âYou found my coin purse!â Cheese exclaimed, cutting him off and causing him to look up.
Standing on his bed, facing away from him, he was greeted by an unabashed view of the coltâs backside. With his chest pressed to the mattress, and his hind legs slightly splayed, the lad was meticulously sorting and folding his treasure trove socks. Nestled between the small stallionâs thighs, beneath the cleft of his tush, was the darkened bump of his package.
Anon went rigid, unsure of how to handle the situation. Staring at the plump and downright sinfully curvy ass, despite himself, his loins stirred. Regardless of age or sex, there was simply no denying how captivating the sight was. It was only when a soft giggle graced his ears that he was able to shake himself from the bewitching spell.
âSo - uh - where do you want to eat?â he asked, hoping to change the subject.
Jumping from the mattress, Cheese excitedly scampered over to him. âOh! Can we go to the Hayburger?â
âSounds like a plan! That place is my favorite,â Anon smiled, leaning over to tussle the coltâs fluffy hair. Considering it was the hour for dinner, the timing couldnât be better. âLetâs go get some grub.â
Anon led the way, through his home and to his front door, with the colt sticking close to him. Seeing himself out and locking up behind himself, he walked along the dirt road. Besides being one of the only eateries in town, the Hayburger had some damn good food; ever since they opened the School of Friendship, the place even started serving a few meat dishes! In a matter of minutes, the restaurant came into view.
âMom says you work at the bowling alley?â Cheese asked, rushing up beside him.
âYup, been working there since I found myself in Ponyville. It doesnât pay much, but I get to play games for free and I think Iâve met everyone in town at least once,â Anon responded.
âHow long have you been here? Auntie Twilight said that you came from a place called Earth,â the colt openly wondered, apparently curious about the man.
âIâve been here forâŚâ Anon began, doing a silent tally. âNearly a year now, I think.â
âIâm kinda surprised you donât have a marefriend already. Youâre just so big and strong,â Cheese commented.
Anon didnât reply, opting instead to give an indifferent shrug. Though heâd considered trying his hand at the dating game, heâd never given it an honest swing. At first, it was because the thought of courting a pastel equine wasnât really on his radar; as time passed, and he found himself increasingly pent up and pining for contact, the thought had become increasingly appealing.
It wasnât like he was in a rush to get some action from one of his quadrupedal countrymen, so he was willing to wait. If and when he eventually crossed that line, presumably with someone who he meshed well with, he presumed he wouldnât have any problems. Since he was stuck in Equestria, possibly forever, it was probably only a matter of time until he stuck his dick in a marshmallow horse.
âNo marefriend, huh? Well Iâm sure youâll find your special somepony,â Cheese reassuringly noted, patting the manâs leg.
âHow about you, you have a marefriend?â Anon countered, content to learn more about his charge.
âNah,â the tyke dismissively waved. âI donât have a special somepony either - besides, I like guys.â
The nonchalance of Cheeseâs admission, while a bit surprising, was something Anon had been getting accustomed to. Unlike with humans, ponies universally accepted courtship or sexual interest in the same sex; it was one of the things which he found refreshingly pleasant about Equestria - even if he didnât swing that way himself.
âI bet youâll find someone whoâs perfect for you,â Anon remarked, moving towards the entrance of the cafe.
âIâm not too worried about it,â Cheese mused, his eyes wandering up the manâs frame.
Dismissing the comment, as they arrived at their destination, Anon absentmindedly nodded. Strolling up to the building, holding the door open for his pint-sized companion, he moved to the counter. âIâll have a fish sandwich, large fries, and a lemonade,â he ordered, looking up at the menu. âHeâs on my order too,â he added, hitching a thumb at the colt.
âIâll have a hay burger, sweet potato fries, an orangeade, and - UmâŚâ Cheese trailed off, pulling his hostâs leg. âCan I get a dessert?â
âSure, go nuts,â Anon chuckled, smiling down at the lad.
âAnd an extra large banana split,â the tyke concluded, hungrily licking his chops.
Digging into his pocket, Anon produced and began counting out the bits for their order. âGo grab us a table, Iâll be there in a minute.â
Cheese nodded, galloping off to secure them a seat. After paying for their order, Anon lounged by the counter for their purchase. In typical fast food style, their meals swiftly appeared on a dine-in tray. Platter in hand, he turned and surveyed the buildingâs interior for his charge. Seated in the corner, at one of the larger tables, was Cheese. Sauntering over and seating himself opposite the colt, he presented their dinner.
âYouâre gonna eat all that?â he asked, eyeing the ladâs food. He wasnât going to complain, since he hadnât spent his money, but the young stallion had ordered a pretty big meal.
âMah mwah mumma sphlit teh fundai wifh yu,â Cheese replied, through a mouthful of sweet potato fries.
Anon sat patiently, waiting for his guest to swallow. âTry that one more time.â
âI was gonna split the sundae with you,â the colt repeated, reaching for his burger.
Smiling, moved by the kind gesture, Anon set into his meal. For the most part, each of them ate in silence - too focused on wolfing down the greasy goodness to converse. It didnât take either one long to scarf everything down - everything, that was, except the dessert. Looking over the crinkled sandwich wrappers and empty fry cartons, each eyed the sundae between them.
The man made the first move, reaching out to claim the lone cherry from atop the whip cream covered treat. Just as he pinched the stem of the fruit between his pointer and thumb, a muted whine caught his ear. Looking up to his guestâs face, he noticed the coltâs scrunched snout.
âDid you want it?â Anon asked, tilting his head to the side.
Cheese nodded eagerly, doubtlessly hopeful that heâd get the candied cherry, but then things took a turn. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth, the lad leaned forward expectantly. Rolling his eyes, Anon moved the little fruit to the coltâs awaiting maw. Just as he was about to place the orb on his companyâs tongue, the unbelievable happened.
The small ponyâs head shot forward to feast upon the maraschino in his grasp. In and of itself, the act wasnât terribly unsettling - no, it was what proceeded after which threw the man for a loop. Humming contentedly, wrapping his warm, soft lips around his digits, Cheese suckled his fingers. Anon swallowed hard, trying his damnedest not to let depraved thoughts cross his mind. Mercifully, the colt quickly withdrew and licked his lips.
âDonât worry,â Cheese began, reaching for one of the two spoons, âyou can have my cherry.â
Anon faltered, just before he picked up his spoon. âWhat?â
âNext time we get a sundae, you can have my cherry!â the youth clarified, just before shoveling a helping of ice cream and toppings into his mouth.
Anon tried not to dwell on it, but something about the coltâs tone struck him as odd. Shrugging it off, he helped his guest polish off the creamy dessert. As they dug into the heaped mound of vanilla and chocolate, the tyke waved at him.
âWanna see something cool?â Cheese asked.
Anon shrugged, expecting some paltry trick or gag - what he got was anything but. The runtish stallion reached out, grabbed one of the two bananas, and effortlessly slid it past his lips. As the phallic fruit worked into the ponyâs muzzle, an obscene bulge in Cheeseâs throat appeared. Somehow, without the slightest sputter or gag, his guest had virtually inhaled seven whole inches of produce. Then, as soon as heâd begun, the colt pulled it back free.
âPretty neat, huh?â he hummed, taking a bite out of the saliva streaked banana.
âY...yeah, pretty neat,â Anon numbly repeated, trying not to dwell on how or why his young guest could fellate a banana like a drunken sorority girl.
Redoubling his efforts, positively shoveling the dessert into his mouth, he did what he could to finish off their treat. Before long, only crumbs and sticky remnants of their feast remained. Grunting, feeling the meal settle in his stomach, the man pushed himself away from the table.
âYou ready to head home, little buddy?â Anon inquired, getting to his feet.
âEeeeeeyup!â Cheese answered, easing himself off the chair.
After clearing their tray, the pair departed. The sun was just beginning to dip over the horizon, as the two reached Anonâs nearby apartment. Ushering his guest inside, seeing the colt stifle a yawn, the man realized he should probably get Cheese ready for bed. It wasnât like he had much experience looking after young ponies or anything, but he realized that a full nightâs sleep was important.
Left to improvise, he looked to his visitor for some input. âWhat does your mom normally do for your bedtime?â
âShe usually gives me a bath then tells me a story,â the colt chipperly responded.
Though the notion of bathing the little pony was a bit peculiar, Anon didnât think too much of it. Pinkie Pie was one of the legendary Elements of Harmony and a supremely well-respected mare and mother; if part of her routine was washing her son up - no big deal. Moving towards the bathroom, he motioned for his visitor to follow.
Stepping into the restroom, he began filling the tub. Glancing back at Cheese, he watched the colt shimmy out of his socks. Once heâd finished disrobing, peeling the socks from his limbs, the diminutive stallion gave him a curious look. He cocked his head, as the pony stared up at him.
âYouâre not gonna wash up with me?â Cheese innocently asked.
The question caught Anon unawares, leaving him speechless for a second. âIâm not sure about that,â he uneasily murmured. Helping his charge wash up was one thing, but getting undressed and joining him was another.
âOhâŚâ the lad dejectedly sighed. âI just thought it would be fun and mom always says itâs not good to waste waterâŚâ
The coltâs crestfallen expression and somber tone were almost painful, causing Anon to relent. Reluctantly, he began unbuttoning his shirt. If his guest was used to bathing with someone, it probably wouldnât be a big deal - still, given that theyâd just met, he wasnât overly thrilled with the prospect. Standing and pulling his polo up and over his head.
âJust donâtâŚâ he trailed off, as his pants and boxers were pulled down his legs. Scrambling to remove his shirt, he glowered down at the awestruck pony.
âOh wow,â Cheese reverently whispered, unabashedly gazing at the manâs uncovered package. âYouâre so much bigger than dad.â
A whole host of questions welled up within Anon. Why had he been pantsed? How did Cheese know what his fatherâs junk looked like? Why was Cheese so interested in his manhood? Several of the conundrums held possible answers, yet the suddenness of it all left him more than a little confused. He was probably overthinking things, so he shrugged it off and began removing his socks and shoes.
He was already nearly naked, and the lad had already seen his goods, so he may as well get cleaned up. Stepping into the tub, he carefully lowered himself down. No sooner than his ass came to rest in the basin, that a resounding splash cut through the air; a wave of water hit him square in the face, just as he looked up. Cheese, in his exuberance to join him, had cannon-balled into the tub.
Wiping his eyes off and chuckling to himself, Anon reached for the shampoo. âCome here and sit down,â he instructed, trying - and failing - to sound stern. Given the size of the basin, options for their arrangement were limited. The colt trotted over, between his legs, and obediently plopped down onto his haunches. âClose your eyes.â
Cheese did as asked, craning his neck forward. His bold leap into the tub had drenched him from head to hoof, so there was no need to dampen his hair. As gingerly as possible, the manâs fingers worked through the ladâs limp and soggy mane; over his scalp and to the back of his head, he left his guest in a rich lather.
âDonât forget my back and tail!â the tyke chirped, shuffling in a circle to face away from his host.
Anon couldnât help but smirk, as he washed the tiny stallionâs back. Lower and lower his digits wandered, only stopping before they reached the ladâs tush. He didnât have a problem washing the little guy, but straight up copping a feel of colt ass wasnât on his to-do list - ultimately, as fate would have it, he wasnât given a choice in the matter.
The tiny pony abruptly stood, leaving his succulent booty pressed into Anonâs palms. Unintentionally cupping the pair of wonderfully soft and supple cheeks, a shiver of excitement shot through the man. Heâd known human women who would kill for a derriere the likes of Cheeseâs! Caught unprepared, with the youthful buns in his hands, he swallowed hard.
âYou gotta clean everywhere, silly,â Cheese giggled, playfully waggling his rump.
Steeling his resolve, Anon worked quickly to clean the pint-sized stallion and be done with it. His only saving grace was that Cheese was facing away and unable to see his semi-rigid dick. Speedily rinsing the colt off, uncaring if heâd half-assed the job or not, he worked to get himself washed up as fast as possible. Blinded by soap, while he scrubbed his face, something gently pressed against his inner thigh.
âIâll help!â the coltâs voice merrily intoned.
Forcing a smile, Anon fumbled for the tyke, picked him up, and sat him outside the tub. âHow about you dry off and go get ready for bed. Iâll be in there shortly.â
âOkay!â Cheese replied, presumably doing as instructed.
Sure enough, after a few tense seconds of silence, he heard hooffalls leaving the room. Left to his lonesome, Anon was finally able to relax slightly. The events of the afternoon were starting to make him wonder if the awkward moments were simply innocent blunders or if his guest had some inappropriate interest in him - for his sake, he hoped it was the former. Truth be told, he couldnât be sure.
He hadnât been in Equestria long enough to fully learn about poniesâ sexual development and, frankly, he hadnât cared to ask. He did know that cutie marks symbolized some level of physical maturity, although to what extent he couldnât say. The only thing he was sure of was that the last thing he needed was the child of one of the Elements of Harmony lusting after him.
After finishing his bath, he toweled off and donned his abandoned underwear. He may have promised to let his tiny visitor sleep with him, but he sure as hell wasnât going to sleep in the buff. Walking into his room, he made a beeline towards his dresser to fetch a t-shirt. Slipping into one of the casual garments, he turned towards the bed and froze.
Lying atop the mattress, on his stomach, Cheese contentedly rocked his behind from side to side. As if the alluring sight of colt ass wasnât bad enough, the little bugger had donned a fresh quartet of mismatched knee socks. For the second time that afternoon, he found himself staring in open awe at the provocative sight.
âYou must really like my tushyâŚâ the lad smugly commented, breaking the spell.
âN...no,â Anon sputtered. Crossing to the doorway, he flicked off the lights. The darkness served a dual purpose, both blinding him from the sinful tykeâs damnably alluring form and concealing his growing erection. âIâm just tired from work and need some rest,â he admitted, moving through the room to his bed. It was true, he was pretty worn out, although he was finding it harder and harder to deny his carnal interest in the wee stallion.
Easing himself onto the mattress, feeling the pony shuffle over to give him room, he came to rest on his back. Though he took some solace from the fact that he could no longer see his guest, something warm and soft snuggled against his side. Lifting one arm, he affectionately stroked the coltâs head.
He couldnât say how long he laid there, gently petting Cheese, but the soft sounds of the snoozing pony soon met his ears. It was a godsend, knowing heâd lulled his visitor to sleep. Maybe putting up with the tyke wouldnât be that bad. Closing his eyes, filled with a reluctant optimism for the upcoming week, he slowly succumbed and drifted off.
âŚ
âAnon,â a voice whispered, causing Anon to stir. âAnon, wakey-wakey,â the voice repeated, slightly louder this time.
Wearily cracking one eye open and groaning to himself, he was met by an unexpected sight. Standing beside him, on the mattress just to his right, was Cheese. Dollops of what looked like whipped cream were festooned on the ponyâs cheeks and flanks, though he looked supremely pleased with himself for some reason. Pushing himself up slightly, resting his shoulders against the headboard, Anon rubbed his face.
âI brought you breakfast!â Cheese exclaimed, wheeling around.
As Anon looked around, expecting to see a plate of food near the colt, he found his bed suspiciously vacant. Confusedly surveying the room for the mysteriously absent meal, his eyes finally settled on the pony beside him. If there was some food around, he sure wasnât seeing it.
âWhereâs the grub?â he grumbled, already dreading whatever mess may await him in the kitchen.
âRight here,â Cheese purred, wheeling around, reversing course, and backing his bottom onto the manâs face.
To say the assault of pony ass was a surprise would be an understatement. Anon went rigid, in more ways than one, as his vision was drowned out by the sublimely supple glutes of his guest. He gasped in shock, though he wished he hadnât. As he inhaled, his sinuses were flooded by a scent like he had never known.
The aroma was similar to freshly baked and inviting pastry, causing him to take a second breath. Even if he hadnât been sporting morning wood, the enchanting perfume alone would have probably given him a boner. It was like the delicate fragrance of a woman, only inexplicably hotter. His hand shot up to the ladâs hip, hoping to push the assertive tyke away, yet his strength left him.
âIâve been thinking,â the small stallion began, grinding his behind against his host, âsince Iâm gonna be here for a whole week, how about we both enjoy ourselves a little bit.â Shifting slightly, he pulled the covers from the manâs body. âSo how about you sit back, relax, and enjoy your breakfast,â he continued, raising his hips and rocking backward.
The move ground the pronounced, velvety ring of what could only be the coltâs tender pucker against Anonâs lips. He could feel the colt moving, stepping over his torso while keeping him pinned against the headboard, but that didnât matter. There he was, in his own bed, bearing the full carnal onslaught of a tiny and very lustful stallion.
Breathing in yet more of the tykeâs infernal bouquet, something hot enveloped his turgid manhood. The sensation weakening his fortitude, compelling him to reciprocate. Almost hesitantly, his tongue crept between his pursed lips to give the backside a lick. A pleased hum graced his ears, doubtlessly emanating from around his tool.
Regardless of the dubious legality of their actions, a line had already been crossed. Locked into a scandalously sixty-nine with a lewd colt, there was no way to justify his actions. His willpower had been tempted by the taboo and found woefully lacking, so he fully committed himself to the act. Feasting upon the young ponyâs posterior, while he was fellated, he closed his eyes and savored the sweet and musky flavors of colt ass.
âI knew you liked my heinie,â Cheese snickered, freeing his maw, âbut I didnât know you liked it that much.â
Anon had always harbored a weakness for asses, although hearing the tykeâs chiding words reminded him of one thing; he wasnât just rimming out a pony, he was rimming out a male pony. He figured heâd cross the interspecies line eventually, yet he could never have predicted heâd get so far with a guy - not that he had anything against those who held such preferences. Resisting, pushing the lad away, he licked his lips.
âOk, we gotta stop. Iâm not about toâŚâ he cut himself off, as his guest walked down his frame.
âI agree, we should stop,â Cheese tutted. Coming to rest above the manâs waist, with his behind just above Anonâs dick, he grinned over his shoulder. âAfter all, itâs time for the main courseâŚâ he purred.
With glacial speed, the colt began lowering himself. Anon could have stopped him or scrambled away, yet he couldnât. All he could do was sit and stare, as the plump rump descended towards his cock. As the hot, slickened donut of pony flesh kissed the tip of his length, he instinctively bucked his hips.
âBe patient, Silly,â Cheese affectionately chastised, as the rounded head of manhood popped into his backdoor. Slowly, steadily, he continued his descent.
In open awe, Anon watched his tool slip into the tykeâs snug hole. It was like some depraved disappearing act, seeing his shaft sink deeper and deeper into the little pony - still, as amazing as the sight was, it didnât hold a candle to the sensations his guestâs tush afforded. The luxurious feeling of the coltâs interior was downright sinful.
Like molten silk, the ladâs interior was tight and inviting. Maybe it was because heâd been suffering through an exceptionally long dry spell, or perhaps it was due to the fact that his partner was from a different species, but it was incredible. Regardless of the specifics, he couldnât recall an ass or pussy ever rivaling something so magnificent.
âTa da,â Cheese cooed, as he fully impaled himself and sat on the manâs lap. âNow, mister cowboy, are you just gonna look or are you gonna ride this pony,â he laughed, before knitting his brow. âI mean, technically Iâd be the cowboy in this situation, but - Nnngh.â Whatever he was about to say was lost, as Anon thrusted.
Every man has a breaking point, something which will force their hand - for Anon, being tempted and toyed with was what ultimately caused his resolve to shatter. Cheese had not only punched his interspecies v-card, but had also dealt a crippling blow to his heterosexuality as well - as such, he was going to give the colt everything he had to offer. There was no going back, no way to undo what was done, so he was going to commit.
Extending his arms, he sunk his fingers into the promiscuous stallionâs ample hips and started fucking. Peering down his frame, seeing the tykeâs chubby ass jiggle as their bodies collided, spying his length plunge in and out of Cheeseâs clinging pucker, it was one of the hottest thighs heâd ever seen. Soon enough, his guest synchronized their movements.
The colt threw his weight back to meet Anonâs thrusts with increasing force, but that wasnât all. With all the skill of a seasoned harlot, he clenched his stuffed hole on the upstrokes and relaxed on his way down. They were moves which would put a party slut to shame, yet the youth had inexplicably mastered them like a carnal savant.
âSweet Celestia - Anon, you feel amazing,â Cheese moaned.
The feeling was mutual, yet all Anon could muster was a pleased grunt. As their bodies impacted, he was able to get a decent sense of the ladâs weight. Freeing one hand, while holding the runtish pony against his groin, he pushed himself up and bent his legs. Launching himself into a kneeling position, he mounted his partner from behind.
The transition from reverse cowgirl to doggy did a number of things; for starters, it put the man wholly in control of the situation and restored a sliver of his tattered dignity - secondly, it allowed him to plow the colt like a field in spring. Firmly grasping the little stallionâs hips, he pounded the fat, upturned ass with renewed vigor.
âH...harder, Daddy,â Cheese wheezed, submissively raising his waist.
Seeing as how he could easily continue holding the tykeâs rear with one hand, he reached for Cheeseâs face. Despite finding the dirty talk painfully arousing, hearing the colts voice served as a reminder of just how gay the act was. Jamming two fingers into the ponyâs mouth, he stifled his guest; unfortunately, his plan backfired outright, as the lad began to moan around his digits.
With a frustrated grumble, Anon rutted away with reckless abandon. He closed his eyes, fixating on the heavenly sensations around his cock. Cheese grunted with each pistoning thrust, only marishly whimpering here or there. As much as he hated to admit it, the ponyâs whorish noises only served to get him more worked up than he already was.
He wasnât sure how long heâd been screwing the small quadruped, but things eventually took an abrupt turn. Throwing his head back and clamping around his length, the lad howled out in ecstasy. His small frame shuddered in his grasp, as he drove Cheese to climax. He slowed, stunned that heâd literally fucked the cum out of the colt.
Going limp, heaving air into his chest, Cheese languidly peered up at him. His voice was but a whisper, so faint that Anon could swear he may have imagined it, but there it was. Four fateful words that sealed his fate and pushed him to take action. âMake me your mareâŚâ
Anon shifted, withdrawing slightly and flipping the colt onto his back. Grabbing his fetlocks and wrenching his hind legs upwards, to either side of Cheeseâs head, he put the tiny stallion into a mating press. Sense and reason were gone, as were the vestiges of his heterosexuality, leaving him utterly consumed by desire.
The differences in size and strength seemed to be magnified by the position, as the man loomed over the ponyâs small mate. There was no subtle passion, not a shred of genteel lovemaking - no, he fucked the colt as a mighty stud would breed a mare. With his full might unleashed, he slipped into a bestial lust like he had never known.
Cheese moaned and huffed beneath him, unable to do anything but act as a living outlet for the manâs yearnings. Save for the sound of heavy breaths and the periodic groan of delight, the air was filled with the rhythmic Plap Plap Plap of Anonâs body hammering against the little stallion. Succumbing to his primal urges, the telltale signs of release slowly took hold of the man.
The damn sounds Cheese were making wasnât helping anything at all. The girlish mewling, the way the colt squeaked and moaned, they were an obscene symphony and the stuff of wet dreams. Cutting through the haze of lust, spurred by his curiosity, he leaned back while holding firm of the ladâs fetlocks.
What met his eyes was nothing beyond the epitome of depravity. Lying before him, with his pucker being rhythmically pistoned, the small stallion was a sight to behold. Blushing and slickened with sweat, Cheeseâs little member slapped wetly against his chubby tummy; slender veins traced its length, from thick root to blunt tip, as it dribbled pre-cum and spunk over his abdomen.
âA...Anon, I...Iâm,â Cheese feebly sputtered, just as the head of his colthood violently flared.
Spattering himself with foal batter, utterly coating his deliciously flat chest, the tyke was driven to a second climax. Anonâs consciousness barely registered what had happened, before his hips went into overdrive. The fact that heâd evoked such a response, coaxed another load out of the lad without his dick so much as being touched was the final straw. His world went white, raw pleasure coursed through him, and he crossed the line of no return.
Try as he might, there was no stopping the inevitable. It was like trying to halt the tide or deny the sun from rising. Setting his jaw, fighting tooth and nail to restrain himself, his efforts were found wanting. With one final, titanic thrust, knowing he was at his limit, he hilted. The damn burst and the gates of heaven opened for him.
A veritable tsunami of cum surged through his wildly throbbing manhood, as he flooded the coltâs depths with his essence. Cheese howled out, thrashing beneath him, yet he held firm. Awash in ecstasy, he rode out his climax and deposited every drop of his precious seed into his mate. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bliss abided and left him in a pleasant, post-coitus stupor.
Relenting, releasing the ponyâs legs, Anon withdrew his softening tool. In a daze, he stared down at Cheese, while the reality of the situation began to settle upon him. The colt lay there, panting and glazed with his own spunk. The tyke was a mess, covered in and filled with a heaping helping of cum. They were both in dire need of a shower, yet he felt sure it wouldnât wash away the sin he then harbored.
âM...my cheese doodle made me a strudel,â Cheese weakly laughed, smearing the gooey remnants of his good time over his tummy and chest.
Through the blissful haze, Anon shook his head. The colt was a piece of work, that much was for certain, although he feared what the remainder of his week would hold. Six more days of looking after the tyke and, if he had to guess, this wasnât going to be the only salacious incident which awaited him. Clearing his throat, he drew his guestâs attention.
âLetâs not tell anyone about this,â Anon muttered. He wasnât sure what the repercussions were for fucking a colt, but heâd rather not find out.
âOnly if we can keep doing it,â Cheese croaked, unsteadily rolling to the side and getting to his hooves. Anonâs look of concern mustâve been evident, because an impish smirk crossed the little stallionâs face. âAfter what I did with the last two sitters, mom didnât want to take any chances. Why do you think she asked the only human around to look after me? Youâre the only one she thought wouldnât fall into the trap trap.â
âIâŚâ Anonâs rebuttal fell flat, as he processed the information.
His jaw flapped uselessly, when the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Cheese mustâve been some sort of incubus, likely having feasted upon untold numbers of ponies in the past. Before he could formulate a reply, he was toppled onto his back by a sticky pink and yellow blur. Looking up, finding himself peering up into those haunting harlequin eyes, he gulped.
âIf you donât tell anyone, Iâll be your little eclair all week,â Cheese wickedly mused, kissing his nose.
Anon was doomed, he had no doubt about it. Somehow, in some twisted turn of fate, heâd found himself as the sexual plaything for a creature significantly smaller and younger than himself. There was only one decision left to him - would he give in and embrace the undeniably decadent and sinful wonder which was offered to him or would he relinquish such hedonistic joys and hold tightly to his sundered pride? Only time would tellâŚ
