Hug Dealer Chronicles

Hug dealer
In the year of 20XX, the portal to Equestria was opened and one man walked in on his way to the kitchen. He left in search of the last slice of pizza.

Somepony found it on the cobblestone streets of Ponyville... And ate it. Fucking Pinkie Pie.

He was Anonymous the human. The world will remember him by another name
... Bearhug.

He loved the Equestrian ponies. With a vengeance.

>As you sit upon your cushy lazy boy chair, fully reclined with a cold soda in one hand and a warm fuzzy mare nestled under your other arm, a single thought pervades your mind.
"I should buy a boat."
>You have the bits for it, oh sweet Celestia do you have the bits.
>You didn't know much about the pony world after arriving in Equestria, but you did learn that if given the opportunity, you'd hug just about every single one of them.
>As luck would have it, they actually PAY you to get hugged.
>Pinkie was the first one to greet you back then and due to a slight lack of self control, you picked her up and gave her the biggest squeeze you could muster.
>She was shocked but her friends were more so and moved to free their friend from your grip.
>Pinkie was quick to stop them, citing that she hasn't felt a hug so warm in perhaps ever.
>Delighted by her response, you tightened your grip and buried your face in her curly mane while she just melted in your arms.
>When you felt satisfied that it wasn't too long of a hug to be awkward, you let her down and she had to lean on Applejack for support until the power of your embrace left her system.
>That was how your first contact and first impressions were made with the mane six and soon after every pony in town knew about you and your friendly ways.
>At least until the ponies asking for hugs came by more and more frequently.
>Playing along, you allotted times and days that you and the ponies could get your hug on so that you wouldn't be crowded on and the money mare Applejack helped you turn it into a business.
>And business is good.
>Too good some may say but you think a grown pony should be held responsible for their own finances.
>After all, what's more important, paying rent or getting her fix?
>Sadly for the light gray pony nuzzled into your side, she wanted her fix.
>Poor, sweet Rarity.
>The signs were all there, but you greedily accepted her generous offers for your time.
>She wanted it bad enough to spend her entire savings on it until she had to sell her business.
>You bought it the boutique before word could spread around town, and on the condition that she work her usual hours while providing you with a chunk of the profits.
>What sealed that deal later on of course was offering her the position of your personal lap pony at home.
>For all the pity that others who knew felt for the mare, you wish you had the right to feel the same.
>Back then you knew about the addiction, and when the competition tried to take Rarity for every bit she was worth, you stepped in personally.

>It was a night like any other, except for it also being The Grand Galloping Gala, you had the financial pull at this point to get on the guest list and into quite a few VIP sections where you could slang some dope lovin' to more affluential ponies.
>The girls all had their own agendas minus Applejack who was helping you find buyers to get her commission towards a new hip for Granny Smith.
>A few small time hugs with small time ponies to get the word out was all you needed to bring in the customers.
>Apparently hug addiction already existed in Equestria, but the ponies didn't have the raw, unadulterated love that you do.
>They were were used to each other and wholly unaware of how much you just wanted to pet them, and squeeze them, and call them George.
>So it goes without saying you could really put them in a tender embrace unlike any they've ever felt.
>Sipping cider at the bar with your partner in crime, she scans the crowd for more customers when something catches her eye.
>"Say pard', ain't that Rarity over thar talkin' to the prince?"
>Prince Blueblood and his Minotaur cronies had the city of Canterlot deadlocked as his territory in regards to hug dealing, but you were far from intimidated by him or the under privileged youths who made up his street team.
>By the way he whispers into her ear, any pony would think it was casual flirting, but you can see the gleam in her eye. The same one she gets when she comes to you for some stress relief.
>You don't blame her, you have a full schedule on top of limiting how many sessions a pony can have within a week. Not that you don't pencil in your dear friend Rarity for some lunch time quickies, or an after hours visit to the boutique.
>Maybe it was love, maybe it was lust, but there was definitely something driving the greed you had felt for this mare because the thought of her being taken by someone else drove you mad.
"Applejack, push back all my meetings tonight until I get back."
>"Sure thang Sugarcube. Ta tell the truth, Ah was gettin' ready to do somethin' if'n y'all didn't."
>Drink in hand, you weave through the crowds, making small talk with drunk ponies while casing the room for any of Blueblood's associates and following the little prick as he leads her away from the main ballroom.
>The castle is poorly lit in the direction the pair is heading so it isn't to hard for you to keep to the shadows.
>You're not even sure what you're gonna do about this but you can only hope that you needn't step in.
>Once they slip into a room and shut the door, you stealthily glide over and put an ear to the door.
>"It wasn't hard to spot you in the crowd my dear, then again I have quite the reputation in this field so I'm sure you were excited to see me."
>"Yes, well it's hard to come by back in town, especially since we have a one man operation. There's just not enough cuddles to get by so who's to say I can't indulge during my vacation?"
>"Well your bits add up so I certainly won't stop you from having fun, Stone Wall! Brick House!"
>You hear another door open up inside the room and two sets of heavy footsteps coming out of it.
>"Oh my! I-I've never had it doubled before. Is it safe?"
>"In small doses, and don't worry about the price, think of this as a taste of premium membership, should you decide to 'extend' your vacation."
>"So how do I... You know?"
>"Just let the Minotaurs do the work. Trust me, they're professionals."
>There's a small shuffling of hooves before the bed creeks and Rarity sighs in ecstasy.
>It's a solid 10 minutes of "Ooh~"s and "Ahh~"s before the bed creeks again, and you hear hooves hit the floor.
>"Wait, was that it? Surely all those bits could cover a solid half hour?"
>"In your Podunk little town I'm sure, but rates are a little higher in this city."
>This prick is trying to bankrupt ponies while you're staying affordable and manageable.
>"However, if you'd be willing to let me indulge a bit, I could be persuaded to help you out."
>"Why whatever do you me- Hey! Unhoof me you ruffians!"
>"Cover her mouth, I'm cuddling up dry."
>Fuck that.
>Stepping away from the door, you back up to the other wall and sprint forward, throwing all your weight into the door.
>Luckily the hinges swing inwards so it only took one shot to bust the handle and startle every occupant.
"Now is that any way to treat a lady?"
>"Get him you dolts!"
>The bulky minotaurs charge you as you size them up.
>The nearest one swings, but you catch his wrist, pulling him forward and sending him off balance.
>As he falls, you grab his his shoulder near the base of his neck and pinch the bundle of nerves there, making him go slack in an instant before you gently lay him down on the ground.
>The other one dives at you, but you roll onto your back while tucking in your legs and catch him with your feet.
>A good push sends him back the other way and onto the bed where you come up and grab him by his calve muscle.
>Pressing your thumb into the back of his knee causes his leg to seize up and he arches his back in pain.
>Quick on the uptake you slide an arm under his midsection and lift him up into your arms.
"Shh sh sh shhh. Go to sleep, go to sleep. Go to sleep little moo cow."
>In seconds he's fallen fast asleep and you lay him back down on the bed before tucking him in.
>"What are you? I'll teach you to trespass in Royalty's bedroom."
>He begins to charge a spell as you reach into your suit coat and pull out a rolled up magazine with a rubber band tied tightly in the middle.
"No! Bad pony!"
>You swiftly strike his horn, canceling the spell before coming back for another his across his nose.
>As he covers his muzzle with his hooves, you reach down and pick him up to cradle him like the Minotaur before going to sit down in a rocking chair.
>"Oh sweet Celestia, what are you going to do to me?"
"What she should've done a long time ago."
>You begin rocking in the chair while humming softly.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
>"I love you auntie Celestia." And with that he drifts off to sleep before you place him in bed with the other Minotaur and pull the second one up into bed with them.
"You okay Rarity?"
>She sits there completely dumbstruck and struggles to find her words before settling on an apology.
>"I'm ever so sorry darling. You always warn me not to take these things too far, but I'm weak. I NEEDED this."
"Rarity, don't apologize. Not to me. I know your flair for the dramatic is what pushes you to take it this far and I shouldn't have let them get to you like that. C'mon, grab your bits and lets get back to the party. I've got a slow dance with your name on it."
>She wipes the tears from her eyes softly so as not to damage her make up, "I'd love that dear."
>You take a moment to place the one of each of the minotaurs hands on Blueblood's ass while suppressing your giggles, and then the both of you went on to enjoy the rest of the night.