>Visit boring-ass fluffy pony ranch owned by family friend
>Mostly wide fields full of the things chasing each other in circles
>Some barns where fluffies in vertical rows of coops sit, waiting to be shorn of their fluff
>Fluff is probably for textiles, maybe they render the ponies for dog food?
>Holy shit, this guy's daughter is a babe
>She's wearing braids and little jean shorts, like some porno stereotype of a hot farm girl
>Everyone sitting on porch enjoying lemonade
>She beckons to you from behind house
>Takes your hand, leads you towards barn
>You split some too-strong moonshine and start to get handsy with each other
>Fluffies are watching, some yell "Pway!" but you ignore them
>This is so awesome, you think while you unzip those short-shorts and toss them to god knows where
>One of their so-called smarties realizes what's happening and cheerfully announces "Dey doin' spesha huggies!"
>Whatever, you're just trying to position your dick before the booze has you pushing rope
>Except now other fluffy ponies have caught on and are seemingly celebrating the occasion by shouting "Spesha hugs! Spesha hugs!"
>The sexy girl under you is looking around, kind of panicky for some reason, like she cares what these things think
>God dammit, you're trying to score, here, but now they're actually chanting in unison, louder and louder as more voices join
>Even the ones that aren't able to see you are doing it just to fit in, and you can hear nothing but their happy chant
>"SPESHA HUGS! SPESHA HUGS! SPESHA HUGS!"
>It doesn't matter, because your dick has just sunk into her warm cooch
>Why does she look so terrified, this can't be the slut's first time bringing a guy here
>Oh wait, she's looking past you
>Her father's hand grips the back of your neck, having been drawn by the peculiar yelling from the ponies
>Oh, fuck these things