Title:           Cuddlesluts and other Minies.
Author:          Metals
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First Edit:      Sunday 22nd of July 2012 08:04:29 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 22nd of July 2012 08:04:29 PM CDT

>”Oh, YES!” Celestia moans out as you cuddle with her, pressing your dexterous fingers against her spine
>You cuddle her tightly to your chest, her large pony heart pounding against her ribcage
>She hisses with delight as you bury your face in her neck, breathing in the smell of the summer sky
>Rubbing her belly in small circles you whisper in her ear, telling her to tell you how much she likes your cuddling
>”Ah! You’re the best cuddler human!” Celestia’s horn shimmered, tingling sensations running from her warm soft pelted body to yours
>”Take me, make me your filthy cuddleslut!” She cries, Her ethereal tail wrapping around your clothed midsection
>You wrap her in a big bear hug, her body tensing against you bring a hand up to scratch behind her ear and around the base of her horn, suddenly going limp as you massage her neck
>You lay there and spoon with Celestia in her royal bedchamber, her flank pressed against your side
 
Celestia is the biggest cuddleslut.
 
>”Uh, Applejack? Is this okay?” Spike took Applejack into his arms, the feeling of a hard day’s work for her just melting away
>”T-that’s it sugarcube. Now, try using them claws of yours- gently though.” Spike started to scratch her back, alternating the clawed tips of his fingers with the smooth gem like scales of the back of his hand
>”Mpf! Spike that sure does feel wonderful.” Applejack let out a tiny “Eep!” as Spike started to scratch gently through her mane, scratching softly at the base of her neck
>Spike pressed his face against the dusty body of the orange mare, her silken coat sliding against his snout
>Applejack gasped, her body instinctively pressing against him as they both lay back into the haypile on which they cuddled
>Her back legs wrapped around his tail, and he brought it up to rub in big swipes across her smooth belly
>Applejack’s spine arched with pleasure, the fiery belly of the dragon heating her back and the long tail wriggling against her belly giving her unimaginable comfort
>Spike raked his headspines against the country mare’s mane, hearing her gasp and shiver at the delightful scratching sensation
>She let out a tiny gasp, as the combination of his tail, his spines, his delightful claws was too much, and she bit her lip as Spike held her tight
 
>Spike and Applejack stayed cuddled up together, Applejack murmuring to Spike as he entwined his tail over hers
>”You dragons sure are quick learners. Tell Twi thanks for sending you my way.”
 
Spike X Applejack
 
 
>Rarity sat still as a statue, hearing only the sizzle of steam and the breathing of Fluttershy beside her
>Fluttershy stretched her wings slightly, trying to cool herself a little but instead brushing Rarity’s silken neck with her feathers
>”Oh! Oh, I’m sorry Rarity. I didn’t catch your mane, did I?”
>Rarity quivered a little and then slid closer. “Darling, I don’t mind at all. Here, it’s fine to spend some, girl time together.”
>Fluttershy squeaked a little and leaned against her unicorn companion, a new feeling washing over her as Rarity’s flank touched hers
>Rarity brought a hoof around Fluttershy, their tails brushing together and Fluttershy biting her lip so as not to squeak
>”Oh dear darling, has it been that long for you?” Rarity had noticed the shakiness of the pink maned Pegasus
>Fluttershy looked at Rarity, eyes clouded over as rarity massaged her shoulders with her well-manicured hooves. “Since I what?”
>”Cuddled somepony my dear!” Fluttershy blushed deeply. “Um, well I cuddle my animal friends, but it’s not the most mutual thi-ee!”
>Rarity was manipulating a towel with her magic, wrapping it around Fluttershy’s body and gently rubbing it against the mare’s bright fur
>”Ahn! Haa, that’s… nice.” “Fluttershy was panting the steam from the sauna and the sweat from her body dampening the towel and making it grip her a little tighter
>Rarity, releasing the towel from her magical hold, wrapped Fluttershy in an embrace, nuzzling her cheek against Fluttershy’s as she cooed and panted, coming down from her cloud of fluffy ecstasy into a new one of the sweet marshmallow scented unicorn
 
>Fluttershy moaned and pressed herself harder against Rarity’s tight hug, feeling her knees shake as the unicorn’s perfect mane fell across her face
>Rarity pressed back, expertly using her tail to caress each of Fluttershy’s four legs and shivering when Fluttershy began to return the favor
>Feeling something else coming on, Fluttershy started gently nuzzling Rarity’s horn, surprising her and making tiny little shocks of magic travel through both of them as they moaned and rubbed against each other
>Exiting the sauna, they saw a nearby colt employed by the spa dashing off, snoutprint still on the door’s window
>Laughing at Fluttershy’s scandalized look Rarity walked towards the changing room
>”It’s fine darling, let him go. Though normally I would have charged!”
>Fluttershy didn’t get the joke
 
Fluttershy you fucking moron.
 
 
>Trixie panted, her chest heaving as she moaned at the movements of the two colts servicing her cuddling needs
>”Mmmph, ah more! Harder!” Trixie cried, Snails concentrating on massaging her marshmallowy flank as Snips magically teased her mane while rubbing her tense shoulders
>Both their mouths had been taped shut so as to give The Great and Powerful Trixie the silence she craved
>Trixie bucked her hips as Snails rubbed his face and horn against her cutie mark, shows of sparks jumping to her body, giving her legs that just-stretched-out tingle that feels so good
>Snips upped the ante, his short but powerful legs rubbing in strong circles across the muscles of her shoulders, making her groan and bite down on a hoof to keep from shrieking
>The two young stallions started to compete, hugging her close to their bodies and rubbing her with their horns simultaneously
>The two thick rods pressing into her were too much, and she squealed in bliss as the comfort of cuddling flowed over her like a silken sheet
>Spent she lay there and enjoyed the feeling of the two warm bodies snuggled up close to her soft ponyflesh, tiny electric shocks still tingling across her horn
>”Thank you boys. Now, get out.”
 
This one goes out to all the Trixiefags, don’t say I never give you anything.
 
 
 
 
>”Oh, my well I must say I never dreamed of engaging in such… Vulgarity, but…”
>The apple pony looked Rarity in the eye and smiled, a soothing smile that was at once giving and hungry
>”Look sugarcube, I know what you came here for, and it sure as pie wasn’t, well, pie.” Applejack finished somewhat lamely, never breaking eye contact even as Rarity shifted nervously
>”Oh fine! I need your help, will you PLEASE oblige me?” Rarity pouted, eyes sparkling with frustration and excitement
>”Come around the back.”
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>Rarity screamed as her coat hit the mud, the orange mare above her wrapping her in a tight embrace as she struggled
>”Come on now, we both know this was just what you wanted!” Applejack grinned deviously, her neck intertwined with that of the soft white unicorn’s
>Against her better judgment, Rarity found herself sliding around in the mud, seeking the warmth and comfort of Applejack
>Seizing her moment, Applejack grabbed Rarity in a huge bear hug, pressing her cheek to the chin of her haughty friend
>Rarity cooed, body shivering as the mud soaked her deeply and her friend’s heated embrace worked their combined magic
>Rarity returned the favor, raking her horn through the tangled mane of her aggressive cuddling companion, Applejack biting her lip to stifle a shriek as pleasurable shocks ran through her neck right to her head
>Both of them gripped harder and tighter, rolling through the mud and forgetting everything except the feeling of each others pelt
>Both of them peaked, hearts beating as one through their compressed chests, cuddled in a tender embrace
>As they lay there, panting in the filth and sweating a little, Applejack gave Rarity a final hug
>”Same time next week darling?”
 
Rarapple?
 
 
>Derpy moans and giggles as you slide a hand over her smooth belly
>"Hee, that's nice." Derpy sighs and nuzzles against your body, her velvet nose brushing your neck
>Pressing your hands along her silvery-gray coat, you massage her ribcage, her frantic heartbeat making you smile
>She moans and writhes against you the feeling of your cuddles driving her wild
>Opening her wings, you preen her feathers and hear her cry out in shock and pleasure
>Her legs wrap around your waist, the sound of her panting signaling her delight
>You rub deeply at the tops of her wings, the soft extending bones enveloped by your large human hands
>She squeals higher than you thought she could, her body tensing under your embrace
>You continue to cuddle with her, feeling her body go slack as she gives you a sleepy smile
>She drifts off on your chest, snoring softly
 
Everyone loves dem derps
 
 
>Scootaloo cooed to herself as you gingerly massaged the tiny tips of her wings, your calloused hands from working the farm with AJ digging into her muscles
>She pipes up in her raspy voice as you rake a hand across her soft belly, whispering to you; “Maybe this cuddling thing isn’t sooo bad…”
>You interrupt her by blowing raspberries on her wings, rubbing the bones at the top and massaging her joints
>Crying out, you soften your touch and feel her whole body relax again, enjoying the feeling as you warm her sore muscles
>She sighs deeply and presses her body to yours, burying her face in your chest and whimpering happily as you move on to preening her feathers
>Her mane falls in your face as she stretches, her tiny wings pressed flat to your body as she lays on you
>The scent of her mane is that of scooter wheel grease and sweaty pone; it’s uniquely her
>Hearing your sniffles, she giggles and sniffs back, her velvet nose pressed to your neck as you cuddle
>The tiny Pegasus wraps her tail around your arm as she presses your cheek to hers, both of you drifting off in the summer sun
 
Scoots
 
>”That was teeriffic!” The pink mare happily plops down onto the couch with you, resting a foreleg on your lap
>The party had been fantastic, and Pinkie’s fluffy mane was still packed with pieces of confetti
>Leaning over her you begin to groom away the small paper squares, making her giggle as your fingers brush her smooth neck
>She leans back, pressing her velvet snout against your chest and murmuring sleepily as you rub behind her ears
>Scooping her into your arms, you bury your face in her mane and hold her close to your heart
>She smells like sugar and party poppers, like cotton candy and surprises
 
>You fall asleep together, Pinkie slumped over your chest and deep in slumber
 
 
    >Twilight is off in the corner reading, and has been for the past three hours; it's 2 in the morning
    >Deciding enough is enough, you go in and snatch the book from her, before whisking her away to her bed
    >She protests and magically grips the door frame, trying to summon her book back to her
    >"You don't understand! I have changed my schedule three times, I can't cuddle now! It-"
    >You scratch behind her ear, and she goes slack
    >You take her over to the bed and lay her out flat, rubbing a hand across her smooth round belly as your other hand keeps working at her ears
    >Twilight is reduced to a drooling pile of quivering coat and hooves, eyes glazed over with raw pleasure
    >Easing into bed, you wrap your arms and legs around her, giving her a soft kiss on the neck and making her shiver with delight
    >You blow a raspberry on her chest and make her giggle thickly around a string of drool
    >She focuses all her effort and rolls over, face to face with you as you hold her close
    >She softly kisses you on your cheek, and rests her head against your shoulder, murmuring softly as she drifts to sleep
 
Petting can get kind of heavy.
 
~~~
 
>"Well, that should do it for this Hearts and Hooves Day ceremony!" Mayor Mare says, closing a drawer on her desk with a gentle snap
>Working as her page has certainly been an interesting and somewhat high-profile gig; you've been working side-by-side with Mayor since day one
>Mayor plops in her swivel chair with a sigh, her hooves resting up on her desk as she loosens her collar ("It makes me look offcial!" You remember her telling you haughtily when you asked)
>"Well Mayor, you did a fantastic job as usual, and the town really seemed to enjoy the music." A slight melancholy appears on her face as she mumbles a quiet assent
>He sudden shift in mood has you a little perturbed, and rather than go, you take a seat in the chair opposite to her; the "grilling chair" as she calls it, not that it ever sees much use
>"Mayor, come on. You did a great job, and I'm sure no one even noticed when you ate that flower off the podium."
>She shakes her head. "It's not that, though you sure seemed to notice." She says, with an acidic look that you know she doesn't mean. "It's just so difficult sometimes to be the Mayor, it's so..."
>Her voice drifts, but you catch her meaning
>Every event, every celebration, Mayor is there to dictate the success, to make the speech, to stand and nod and address the town
>And earlier tonight, after the speeches and roses and nuzzled noses, Mayor could only stand there and watch as her people engaged in the revelry of dance, in the romance and passion of the day
>And Mayor Mare remained, trapped in the bubble of her persona
 
>"Mayor, come with me for a minute." She looks up with those morose blue eyes, shimmering with tears that her professional nature simply would not let fall
>Dutifully she trudges after you as you move back into the ballroom, a lone janitor getting ready to take down the decorations
>Sliding up to him, you slip five bits into his mop-bucket. "Take a walk for a few minutes, go buy a taco."
>He splits, leaving you and the mayor alone in the grand ballroom, the pink decorations shaded to a pale peach by the boonlight just now reaching in
>You head over to the sound system, and with a few clicks get an orchestral arraingment playing, an etude you've seen Mayor quietly conduct in her own special pantomime before
>"Mayor Mare, can I have this dance?"
 
>"Oh, Anon..." Those tears finally break free, and the smile on her face tells you all you need to know
>For a moment, the two of you stand in front of each other unsurely, before Mayor rears up on her hind legs, and hooks her hooves around your neck
>You're stooped ever so slightly as the two of you sway, and you suddenly lift her up, placing her hooves on top of your shoes
>Her laugh burbles into your ear, crystal clear and soft like new velvet; her mane falls across your neck as she hums along to the music, letting you do all the work of dancing
>You hardly mind, the Mayor's heart thumping furiously against her chest, the rythmic thuds comforting and somehow exciting
>Her tail swishes gracefully across the floor, and you lift her up once more in a small spin as the song nears its end
>She's beautiful as you lift her above you, the silver mane that she maintained catching the light of the stars and shimmering with white fire as she gracefully resumes her four-legged posture
>She dreamily rubs her cheek against your hip. "Thank you. Sometimes I just feel so isolated."
>You smile at her. "Well you have me. Now come on, this isn't over."
>Her usual high energy, get-it-done-yesterday spirit returns in full force as the two of you run off into town
 
>You go out to the movies and watch some cheesy romantic feature with Smile Heartthrob and Nilla Waifer, giggling and mocking the storyline as Rarity shushes you from the back row
>Afterwards you go out for a light dinner, vegetables and chick peas abound, along with a few glasses of cider; Mayor hangs on your words, and her anecdotes on working in government under a monarchy are quite compelling
>You pay for the check dispite Mayor's protests, and talk a walk with her out by the Everfree forest
>You walk across a gen that Fluttershy has told you of before; it's quite a sight, you have to admit
>A small pool of water reflects the inky black of the night sky in a perfect mirror image, the twilnking stars shaking occasionally with the movements of fish and the warm breeze coming from the dusky horizon
>You look to find Mayor cooling her hooves in the small pool, a splay of reeds and cattails providing her a non-muddied seat
>You sit down next to her, and she leans in close; the smell of rolled parchment and sandlewood fills your nose as her face burrows against the crook of your neck
>"Anon?"
>You reach a hand to her mane, and slowly drag your fingers through it, inspiring a gentle coo from the esteemed mare
>"Mmmhmm?" It's expectantly quiet after your response, and Mayor straightens up for a moment
>"Does it say anywhere in the legal process to create Hearts and Hooves day that your special somepony really has to be a pony?"
 
>"I don't think it does Ma'am." She laughs again, the laugh that sounds so stereotypically haughty but only comes across as sweet and genuine
>"Please, you can simply call me Mayor." She takes the moment to lean in close, her face suddenly nestled against your cheek
>The smooth and sleek fur of her coat is soft as the finest silk sheets, and the tense muscles of her jaw tremble with life and nervous passion
>You bring her close, cuddling with Ponyville's most esteemed representative on a muddy bank, the damp heat of her breath gently billowing by your neck
>The two of you stay there for a little while before Mayor extracates herself from your grasp, taking a moment to nibble at your fingers playfully
>"But of course, it's highly inappropriate for any two partners in government to engage in any sort of emotional or dare I say physical liasons..."
>"Ah." You shift your gaze groundward, but a hoof suddenly directs that sight back towards Mayor
>"...So make sure you know how to keep things quiet." She bites her lip, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and giving you a sultry look before taking off in the general direction of the Mayor's residence
>Looks like your job just got some perks.
 
Cougars are awesome.
 
~~
 
>Octavia was practicing as you snuck up behind her, playfully grabbing her bow just as she set to play again
>"Ach! You know I have to practice!" She said, jumping for the bow held high above her
>"You've been practicing for four hours! I get to play now." Scooping the darkly maned pony up in your arms, you tickle her belly with the bow as you walk
>"You should know better, I have to practice for the Gala and -oof!" You cut her off, dumping her on the couch and rubbing her hind leg.
>She sighs deeply as you rub at her tense muscles, hoping to relieve the soreness from standing to play one two fewer legs than ponies are built for. Your dexterous hands rubs in tiny circles at the muscles in her legs, and she happily hums to herself (her latest piece of course) as you tend to her
>You move your hands up and across her flank, causing her to eye you grumpily as you rub a little too hard at a knot in her muscles
>Gently, you encircle it with your hands, warming and rubbing it away
>Quickly, you blow a tiny raspberry on her belly, foring a laugh from her that sounds like soft chimes. Finally you press out the knot, eliciting a low moan from her.
>"See, you like it." She opens her mouth to respond, but instead comes out another soft peal of laughter as she puts out her bowing foreleg to you.
>You wrap your fingers around it, working your palms against her tight ligaments. She leans in close, resting her head on your shoulder. Her mane smells like the heavy and sweet maple wood of her cello, and the tang of the waxy resin for her bow; like sheets of paper from music books.
>You finish the massage, fingers tracing a small circle around her shoulder as she sits up and blinks. "So, may I resume my practice now?" She asks, looking to you expectantly.
>"Sure. Though you already sound great to me." Octavia beams at you, and then leans in to rest her cheek against yours. "Thanks for the break."
 
Octavia deserves some love too.