Persia

>You have a pretty kickass little fluffy pony bro, Frosting
>Frosting's large and strong for a fluffy, which isn't saying much
>But lots of these fluffy pony males, they can orgasm once to procreate, and then the shock makes them die
>Not your guy
>Frosting is like the John Holmes of fluffy ponies or something
>Okay, well, not in terms of dick size, you've never even seen that thing through all the white and light-green fluff
>But still, he gets the job done over and over until it's a sure thing
>All your friends ask you to bring him around when they need their fluffy mares knocked up
>Usually Frosting's babies are born out of the womb, too, not in a fluffsplosion that kills the mother, so he's a desirable stud
>This week you met a cute goth girl who says she owns an all-black fluffy earth pony
>Goth girl has always wanted more fluffies, also has those nice round chubby girl tits
>She wears skirts all the time and doesn't look fat, which doesn't seem to be solely a side-effect of her corset
>No problem, you say, you'll bring Frosting over
>Sweet excuse to get her number and visit her place
>You two leave the fluffy ponies to get better acquainted in Persia's hamster cage, while you get the apartment tour
>Persia is happy to have a new fluffy playmate, she has never met another creature like herself before because she's a cage-fluffy
>"New fwend wan' pway baww?" she asks delightedly, imagining rolling the ball back and forth like with mama
>"Afta spesha huggies," Frosting says in his rough voice, crossing the cage to get close to her
>He takes his work seriously
>"Wat's spesha huggies?" Persia asks, waggling her tail
>"Spesha huggies feew good in happy pwace." Frosting has explained this before, to other fillies. "Fwuffies wike spesha hug game."
>Persia doesn't really know what "happy place" he means, but loves to be be happy. "Pewsia pway game!"
>Meanwhile, goth girl is walking you through a hallway lined with paintings of queer-ass pale-as-fuck dark-haired people
>But she's guiding you with touches up and down your arm so it's okay
>Persia has never had huggies from anyone but her human mama before, so getting a hug from another fluffy is a life-changingly wonderful experience
>Unfortunately, Frosting is hugging her from behind, so she can't embrace him back
>"Fwend," she squeaks, "Pewsha wan' gif huggies too!"
>Frosting needs to push himself higher, climbing up her back to mount her. "Fiwwy need top-huggies fow make spesha. Fwosting do."
>That disappoints Persia - having this heavy fluffy on her back is actually rather uncomfortable
>What's not disappointing is that the goth girl is showing you her bedroom by taking a seat on the mattress and talking in a low voice
>You sit in close, faking an interest in what she's saying
>Persia is getting REALLY uncomfortable now
>"Fwend, dat nauwdy pwace!" Persia is feeling a kind of touch that is making her panic
>"Not nauwdy," Frosting corrects, "Spesha."
>It's just as Persia is going to try to get away that he begins humping her
>Persia's a sheltered pony, she doesn't even really understand the differences between colts and fillies
>All she knows is that the first fluffy pony she ever met has decided to hurt her in the guise of a hug
>He is loudly grunting "Enf, enf, enf!" right behind her
>Goth chick is making noises too
>You are giving her a hickie and have a hand up her skirt while she tries to unzip your pants
>Persia is attempting to crawl away, but your little man Frosting's weight has her pinned
>"Enf, enf, enf, enf..."
>The fluffy little mare starts to cry
>"Mommeh! Hewp Pewsia! Bad fwuffy huwt Pewsia!" Her throat has gone dry from the fear, she can see her water dish from here but has no way to get to it. "Wan' mommeh, wuv mommeh!"
>Frosting is still dutifully humping away, and finally hits his climax
>His tiny horse pecker squirts a glob of goo into Persia's insides
>He relaxes
>Persia trembles, because she knows something has happened but not what
>She only closes her eyes and sobs "Pwease mommeh, hewp Pewsia... gif huggies if hewp..."
>Frosting is chilling out on top of her, trying to enjoy the afterglow, but her weepiness is harshing his post-coital buzz
>"Yoh mommeh make daddeh bwing Fwosting. Tew Fwosting gif new fwend spesha hugs."
>Everything about this strikes Persia as a lie. "Mommeh... no huwt Pewsia!" And more importantly, "Yoo no Pewsia fwend!"
>Frosting isn't impressed by her anger, but he's also not happy. "Fwosting gif good spesha hugs."
>"No!" Persia cries, "Spesha huggies bad game!"
>Her mama would disagree with her
>Because she is giving you a tight, black-fingernailed handy-jay to get you ready for a very special hug of your own
>Frosting may not have a highly developed sense of self, but by god he knows one thing
>He gives good special hugs, and Persia is going to know it
>He puffs his cheeks out and starts humping again, this time with strong purpose
>Frosting's ponyhood is as hard as his iron resolve
>"Enf! ENF! ENF! ENF!"
>It's so hard it points up instead of curving down
>"Pwease stop, Fwosting!" Persia says, finally having reached the bargaining stage. "Pwease, be fwend, gif baww, onwy no huwt Pewsia nauwty pwace! Owie! Owie!"
>Except Frosting has surpassed the boundaries of regular special hugs, to become a legend
>His upward-pointing pecker is inside Persia's fuzzy cooch in a different way than before
>This time it hits her long-hidden sensitive bits
>Persia's pleas become indistinct
>Suddenly her naughty place doesn't feel completely bad
>It still hurts, but isn't ONLY hurting, it also tickles and feels hot
>"Wat happening?!" she wonders to no one in particular, no longer expecting a response other than rhythmic grunts
>You're a human though, so you're off suppressing your rhythmic grunts
>You want to make the fucking you're giving this freaky chick look easy
>She does insist you call her by a ridiculous name and stick your finger in her ass, though
>Takes all kinds, this crazy world
>Persia the fluffy pony is getting a warm feeling
>Like a hug from mommy, or a tummy full of spaghetti, but it's all happening in her naughty place
>"WAT HAPPENING?!" she screams again, at the top of her minuscule lungs, and it coincides with the loudest "ENF!" Frosting has ever given in his life
>Persia bleats, then shudders
>She can't move, even when Frosting has climbed off of her to go drink some water
>Her body seems to have short-circuited, like it just won't listen anymore
>To her surprise, Frosting nudges over the water dish so it's close by her
>Once she can stand - albeit unsteadily - she drinks from it
>"Pewsia feew betta?" Frosting asks
>He doesn't ask it in a cocky way, he already knows that she liked his huggies
>All the mares like his huggies
>Persia doesn't answer at first
>"Spesha huggies good," he assures her, "Fwosting Wike Pewsia. Pewsia haf babbehs fwum huggies."
>That snaps her out of her funk
>Every fluffy filly loves fluffy foals, they exist to take care of them
>"Nauwty... spesha hug make babbehs? Pewsia haf babbehs?!"
>If frosting was a human, he would roll his eyes. "Yes. Spesha hug make babbehs. Pewsia be mommeh. Mebbeh get big safe woom, get mo' nummies."
>He's seen this treatment of the female fluffies he's screwed before, and it pleases him that they benefit from his good work
>It takes a moment, but Persia looks at Frosting, then her own fluffy body as though she's about to make babies right here, then back
>She says "Fwosting... good fwuffy?"
>He stamps his hoof impatiently
>Doesn't this filly understand anything?
>"Fwosting spesha fwend." It's like she doesn't grasp the most basic things
>Reluctantly at first, but then warming up to it, Persia puts her hooves around Frosting in a hug
>"Wuv spesha fwend."
>You have similarly strong feelings about the goth girl, and also the way her tongue stud feels as she licks your dick clean
>When it's time to go, you put Frosting's leash on
>The two of you hit the sidewalk, though you're hoping you can be back sooner than later
>Calling the goth girl "Persia" while you nailed her (and even hearing her fake a fluffy's voice in moans) had a perverse thrill to it that you'd enjoy recapturing
>"Good special hugs?" you ask your little Frosting-bro
>"Pewsha siwwy," Frosting states. But then he allows, "But, Pewsha good."
>Yeah, that was what she had you call her
>"I completely agree."