Title:           Hug Ops (Silly Pony Cuddling)
Author:          AnotherDeadWritefag
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First Edit:      Saturday 11th of July 2015 02:22:01 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 11th of July 2015 02:22:01 PM CDT

Original Prompt: http://i.imgur.com/1rKS1P0.png
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>Purplebooks lectures your decoy enthusiastically.
>She's the easy one, just gotta give her a chance to talk.
>You take one last drag off of your cigarette before flicking it aside.
>The falling butt catches her attention.
>"What the- MMF!"
>Dropping from your hiding tree, you immediately lock her into a Combat Hug.
>She squirms a bit, but your execution is flawless. She won't be going anywhere.
>Silently, you nuzzle your cheek against the velvety fur of her neck and she begins to calm down.
>You carefully change your position, becoming a more proper Big Spoon.
>A few ponies walk by, but they keep to themselves.
>They know you won't hesitate to pull them into this.
>Before long Lavender Lecture is sound asleep, a content little smile on her face.
>You stand up, adjust your headband and proceed to the next target.
 
>"Anon? Ya up there?"
>Applehorse eyes the tree skeptically, questioning it much the same as all of the others.
>"If ya try ta hug me again ah swear ah'll buck yer dern socks off."
>She hesitates a moment and then bucks the tree.
>Apples cascade down, filling the waiting buckets. No Anons in sight.
>"Whowee, maybe ah'm just bein' paranoid."
>She loads the filled containers onto the cart one by one, humming happily to herself.
>As she approaches the last bushel, your bushel, she hesitates again.
>"Anon?"
>You spring from your hiding place, preforming a Tactical Rolling Snuggle before she has a chance to run.
>Pinning her to the ground, your hand travels slowly back and forth across her belly.
>She only struggles for a moment before surrendering, her hind leg twitching in ecstasy.
>Again you assume the roll of Big Spoon and Fruit Fanny snores softly in a matter of minutes.
>She nibbles the edge of her Stetson as you stand, nomming contently as you proceed to the next target.
 
>Rara mumbles to herself as she works, sketching out her next major design.
>She hears a noise in the hall
>"Sweetie? Sweetie, dear are you home?"
>Silence.
>"Sweetie if that's you you're being very ruude!"
>Annoyed, Diamond Derriere resumes her work.
>Just as she begins to regain her momentum she hears the door creak open.
>"Sweetie?"
>She finds the room empty, the boutique sill but for her.
>She swallows hard.
>"Sweetie, you're being spooky!"
>There's a nervous whine to her voice.
>"Oh, you're being silly! It's just Sweetie Belle playing pranks again."
>She takes a cleansing breath.
>Hopping down from her stool, she steps out into the hallway just in time to see the door to Sweetie's room shut.
>"Sweetie?"
>Her hooves clop noisily on the hardwood as she approaches, eliminating her only chance.
>The door swings open and you pounce, scooping her hooves from under her.
>She panics momentarily but your gentle swaying and stroking of her elegant mane soothes her.
>She whimpers and you gently shush her, rubbing her belly a bit.
>Before long she sleeps, allowing you to gently lay her atop one of the many frilly, pink pillows in Sweetie's room.
>Three targets remaining.
 
 
>The door to Sugarcube Corner swings shut behind you.
>Tension thickens the air as the establishment empties.
>Ponk fixes you with a glare, Banana Hush cowers behind her friend.
>"So this is it, huh?"
>Plinko tries to add some gravel to her voice, but only makes herself more adorable.
"You can make this easy on yourself, easy on your friend. I need your help."
>"And if we refuse?"
"The outcome is the same."
>"Then I have just one condition."
"I know."
>She raises her forelegs and narrows her eyes as you approach.
>Hands on her sides, you lift her up to eye level and then higher.
>You blow a massive raspberry on her furry pink tummy and she giggles hysterically, even snorting once or twice.
>Fluttershy just whimpers and watches, helpless.
>"Okay, okay! We'll-" she clears her throat, remembering to sound tough- "we'll help."
 
>Tasks completed, you'd done what needed doing.
>Just a chin scratch here, a wing stroke there. Maybe a belly rub or five.
>You'd left them curled up together behind the counter, a yellow wing wrapped protectively around a friend as they slept.
>Only one remains
 
 
>String in hand, eyes narrowed in concentration, you wait.
>"Fluttershy?"
>Skittles Bird maintains altitude, shouting down to Yellow Squeak's cottage.
>"Is Anon in there with you?"
>You think she descends a bit, it's hard to tell.
>"Fluttershy, do you need help?"
>She's definitely descending, the element of loyalty could never abandon a friend.
>"Fluttershy?"
>Her voice is softer, she's almost within range.
>She glances around nervously and slowly inches lower.
>You yank the string, launching yourself from the hidden party cannon with a thunderous 'boom'!
>"Wha-oof!"
>You snatch her out of the air, pulling her tight against you as you tuck and somersault through the sky.
>With precise timing you straighten your body, landing comfortably in a hammock strung between two clouds.
>"Hey! What? How?"
>Pride Pony's hooves flail wildly in the air, her wings trapped beneath her.
>You idly scratch at the tuft of fur on her chest, humming quietly to calm her.
>"Wha... I... Buck it."
>Her struggling ceases abruptly and she snuggles into your chest.
>The two of you sway gently in your inexplicably airborne bed, soaking in the sunlight and enjoying the breeze.
 
>Your job is done, all that's left to do is collect your payment.
 
 
"It's done."
>"Thank you, Anonymous. I knew I could count on you."
>She smiles warmly, stepping closer.
>"All of my little ponies need a hug from time to time, even if they don't like to admit it."
"About my pay-"
>"Oh, I didn't forget."
>She chuckles and drapes a wing around your shoulders, pulling you close to her.
"You know what I like."
>"I do."
>You climb into the royal bed with her, rubbing the royal belly and tickling the royal hoovsies.
>She nuzzles into your neck and whispers sweet secrets against your skin.
>Before long she assumes the position, one she quite enjoys.
>You cuddle against her chest, happily taking the position of little spoon.
>Her wings fold around you and the warm embrace of the sun guides you to the realm of dreams.
>Helios Hiney is the only pony big enough to cuddle you this way.
>You'd hug any number of smaller ponies in broad daylight, so long as she holds up her end of the bargain.
 
>You walk through the royal garden.
>Birds chirp, sun shines, there is a light breeze. Truly a beautiful day.
>Celly had been busy lately, something to do with dignitaries from the griffon homeland.
>On the up side you hadn't been sent on any missions in a while.
>On the down side you haven't had glorious Suncuddles in a while now.
>Your train of thought is derailed when a twinkling green aura presses against your chest.
>Just as you step backward something sweeps your legs.
>You hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from your lungs.
>Before you can react the youngest Apple hops up onto your chest.
>The other two make quick work of tying your legs, effectively immobilizing you.
>"Cutie Mark Crusader Hug Assassins!"
>"Cutie Mark Crusader Hug Assassins!"
>"Cutie Mark Crusader Hug Assassins!"
>You wince at the chorus of shouting.
"Celly hired you, didn't she?"
>"Yeah, she said you've been pouting lately."
>"She promised we could go swimming in the royal fountain if we return successful!"
>"Ya reckon we did a good enough job, Anon?"
>Their individual statements flow together so smoothly you wonder if they've got some kind of hivemind going on.
>Oh well, no matter.
"Well, go ahead girls. I know I've taught you better than to leave things unfinished."
>They snap to attention and salute you simultaneously.
>Applebloom rides triumphantly on your chest as Sweetie and Scoots drag you over to a nice, shady spot of the garden.
>You lean against a tree and the trio take their positions.
>Sweetie curls up on your lap, 'Bloom and Scoots each snuggling under an arm.
>Almost immediately your eyelids grow heavier.
>With a sigh you let go, allowing the adorable fillies to send you off to dreamland.
>You had trained them well.