Caught With Your Pants Down

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Anon croaked, looking between Pinkie and her son.

“You didn’t actually think he was a colt ~ did you?” Pinkie snickered.

The man’s mind raced, desperately attempting to digest everything that was happening. His weekend had gone well, effectively being a romantic, two-day fuck-fest with Cheese, yet that had come to a stop as soon as his coltfriend’s parents had returned home. Walking in with the mail and handing a letter to Cheese, Pinkie had uttered five words that simply hadn’t made any sense - ‘Have you filed your taxes?’

Shooting to his feet, Anon glared down at the colt. “You’re not a colt?”

Cheese shook his head, as a coy smile split his muzzle. “Not technically, but that didn’t stop you from plowing my brains out.”

“Or making him your coltfriend!” Pinkie bleated, bouncing excitedly in place.

“Then why the hell are you so small?” Anon demanded.

“I’ve got dwarfism and I like sweets! It’s not my fault that I look like this -” Cheese countered, reaching back to caress his shapely flank, “not that I hear you complaining.”

Askance, Anon leveled his attention at the pink party pony. “And the sitting jobs? If he’s a damn stallion, why in the hell did I have to look after him?!”

“Same reason my parents put me up with the Cakes!” Pinkie giggled, moving over to her son. Rubbing his head, she sighed. “He takes after his mom - tends to get into trouble and is too energetic for his own good. Honestly, having you around worked out way better than I could have ever hoped. Cheese gets a coltfriend and someone to keep an eye on him, you both have fun, and I’m sure the few extra bits I throw your way don’t hurt anything.”

Anon lifted a finger to reply but stopped himself. Thinking back, he hadn’t ever gotten many specifics about his little lover. He knew Cheese attended class at the School of Friendship - then again, that didn’t mean much. There were students at the academy who were adults, having traveled from all around Equestria, so the typical age limitations didn’t really apply. At a loss, he looked down when he felt something brush against his leg.

“If you want, we can still pretend I’m a colt,” Cheese cooed, waggling his eyebrows.

Swallowing hard, Anon sensed blood rush to his groin. His biggest reservation about courting Cheese had been the pony’s age, having falsely assumed the colt was practically jailbait, but that concern was now gone. He squatted down and plucked the little stallion from the floor, squinting at his mate.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Twenty five,” Cheese tittered.

Pinkie trotted over, tittering like a school filly as she joined them. “Kinda weird that he’s older than you ~ huh?”

There were a thousand things Anon wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut, held the not-colt to his chest, and got to his feet. Though it pained him to admit it, he had nobody but himself to blame for the circumstances. If he’d taken five minutes to get a few crucial details from either Cheese or Pinkie, he could have avoided months of clandestine lewd hijinks and the fear of being ostracized by the public.

The more he thought about it, the worse it got. Cheese’s behavior was anything but colt-like - sure he was silly and immature, but his mother was as bad or worse than he was - on top of that, the tiny stallion’s libido and knowledge of sex was absolutely profound. It was hard to fathom he’d been fooling around with someone older than himself, but the facts were irrefutable. Turning in place, he marched toward the exit.

“Where ya goin?” Pinkie called, watching the man walk out.

“I’m taking my coltfriend home. Since he’s grown, I don’t think it’ll be a problem if I borrow him for a few days,” Anon huffed, simultaneously overjoyed and annoyed with the revelation that he’d been plowing someone older than himself.

Cheese wriggled in the man’s grasp, peering back and waving at his mother. “I’ll be back by dinner!”

“No you won’t,” Anon muttered. “I’m still going to make sure you get to class in time tomorrow, but you’re staying at my house tonight -” he added, halfheartedly smirking down at his lover, “if you don’t mind…”

“Not at all,” Cheese hummed, stroking his face on his stud’s big, broad chest, “Daddy…”