Lil' Anon X Babs (Dick in a box)

>Day Ba-dow-dow in Equestria.
>You are Lil' Anon, devious monkey child of Manehattan.
>The universe displayed its true colors on the day you were sent here.
>A boy barely out of diapers being thrown into a world of magical talking horses.
>You'd appreciate the humor of it all in the future.
>Not now though.
>No, now is a time for mischief.
>And boy do you have a plan in mind.
>It's your dear Bro Bab's birthday today.
>And you are going to prank her so good.
>It's a long walk to the Hugbox, a Arcade/Pizzeria type place that the foals of Manehattan absolutely adore.
>The walk is made all the more uncomfortable by the consistent scratching of cardboard against Lil'er Anon.
>It's gonna be so worth it.
>Just to see Bab's face.
>The nice front mare puts a stamp on your hand.
>A big pink smiley face.
>An orange mare you recognize as Bab's mother ushers you to one of the back rooms.
>A long table is set out, pizza, soda, cake, all that good shit.
>Someone puts a party hat on you.
>"Alright Anon, just sit your present over there and you can join with the other foals."
>Shit fuck ass tits.
>You didn't consider this.
>A table is set up, covered in a mass of presents, all for Babs.
>Your box is easily the biggest.
>Quite the confidence boost, is you do say so yourself.
>You awkwardly set the box down on one of the corners before you work Lil'er anon back into your pants.
>Fuck.
>You've got to think of something.
>Babs finally takes notice of your presence there and waves you over.
>She's saved your seat, right next to her.
>Bitch actually values your friendship.
>Almost makes you feel bad for your dick being her present this year.
>Almost.
>"It's about time yous showed up Anon. Was gettin' worried."
>She adopts a sudden look of nervousness.
>"Not like I like yous, or nothin'."
>Cute.
>You don't recognize the filly you're sitting across from.
>Her bow is pretty fuckin' cute though.
>Some birthday shit goes down.
>You stuff your face with the greasiest pizza horses could make.
>Pretty bitchin' cake.
>All the way from Ponyville, or so you're told.
>Inglorious never got invited to birthdays, so he doesn't know jack shit about parties.
>"Alright everypony, go ahead and get the presents from the table."
>Huh.
>Well that makes it easier.
>One sneaky ass maneuver later and your dick is back in your box.
>"Aw shoot Applebloom. This is pretty pretty."
>The bowed filly you weren't familiar with got her a pretty green bow.
>This Applebloom girl goes about fixing the accessory on Bab's head.
>It looks...Nice.
>Wait.
>Wait what're you doing Lil'er Anon?
>You're like eleven or something.
>And you're getting a hard on for a horse.
>She does look pretty cute in the bow though.
>Shit
>"Oh man guys, this is real sweet o' you."
>Some other fillies, Pink and Silver respectively, got Babs' what appears to be a horsie make up kit.
>Without asking for permission they begin to doll up your dear bro.
>Eyeliner 'n shit.
>I don't fucking interact with females, so just insert whatever makeup turns you on when applied to an underage horse.
>Once they're done Babs looks very much different.
>There was a lot of feminine beauty to be displayed, that you never really picked up on before this.
>As confused as you are, your cock seems to know just what it likes.
>Looks like it's your turn to present your present.
>Babs is beaming at you.
>Boner stahp.
>Your crazily confused cock is throbbing at the site of Babs.
>You practically waddle over to her, box held at your crotch.
>"Oh watch'ya get me Anon?" She asks, smiling down to your present.
>The mass of foals surrounding you are also quite curious.
>This was a bad idea.
>Before you can abort, Babs opens the box.
>Rather than reeling back in disgust, she looks quite confused.
>"What... What is it?" She asks, dumbfounded.
>Oh right.
>You're a strange monkey boy.
>With strange monkey boy anatomy.
>This is good.
"It's uh... It's a candy. From my world."
>She looks up at your skeptically.
"You suck on it."
>No way she's going to by it.
>Mistaking that fleshy vainy rod for candy?
>She'd have to be dense as fuck.
>"Wow, I didn't know you brought anything from your world!" She's smiling at you again.
>Wat.
"Well, uh.... It's not exactly from my world... I just uh, remember the recipe. Yeah. Yeah me and my mom used to make it."
>Great lie, Anon.
>You did it.
>Oh god what is she doing.
>Without another word, she dips her head into the box and begins to suck on your crazy underdeveloped monkey dick.
>You bight back a moan of pleasure.
>Your first sexual encounter is with an underage horse.
>At her birthday party.
>In front of her friends.
>And her family.
>With only a poorly wrapped card board box to hide your shame.
>Holy fuck.
>Babs isn't making it easier on you.
>Her freshly lipsticked lips glide along your cock in a painfully quick rhythm.
>There's no real technique to her motion, but it's pleasurable none the less.
>The ponies around you seem curious, but by no means suspicious.
>You're trembling in pleasure at this point.
>Something in you doesn't want to take the chance of this ending without you getting your rocks off.
>You gently put your hand on the back of her head , guiding her along.
>You look down to see her makeup has smeared, a few tears welling in her eyes through her concentration.
>Bitch has to know what's happening right now.
>There's no fucking way she couldn't.
>All too quickly you blow your load.
>A jet of prepubescent boy-goo fills Bab's cheeks to the brim, and she swallows like a champ.
>She pulls herself out of the box and reattaches the lid.
>A nearby napkin does well to clear her face and lips of anything that could give you away.
>She's wearing the brightest smile you've ever seen on her.
>"That was some present, Anon." She goes to your side, and gives you a tight hug.
>Followed immediately by a kiss on the cheek, much to the giggles and gags of the foals behind you.
"I... I'm glad you liked it."