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- > Be Anon, working member of the Coopers' Guild
- > Your actual occupation...
- > Well, the saying goes "if you want a band around your barrel, see a cooper."
- > You're a hugwhore
- > It's a fairly comfy job even without the compensated cuddling
- > The room you use has a bed, a couch, loveseat, recliner, and a rocking chair
- > Tons of pillows
- > Soft blankets
- > A good fireplace for the colder months
- > Hot cocoa supplies, and so on
- > And so you wait for your next Jane, content in your place in the world
- > The door opens, revealing a slightly pudgy orange unicorn mare, with dark circles under her eyes
- > Her short navy mane lies tousled at ear-length
- > You welcome her with a warm smile
- "Come in, come in. How can I make your day today?"
- > She closes the door behind her with a flick of magic, and looks at you with haunted, empty eyes
- > "Don't. Don't say what you don't mean. I know I'm not beautiful, or cute, and the only reason why this is happening is because I paid for it."
- > You hesitate
- > There are mares that like when you talk down to them, that enjoy a stallion pretending to be disgusted about having to cuddle with them
- > But you can feel a difference here
- "Alright. Hop on up, and tell me what you want."
- > The mare climbs up onto the couch next to you, staring at you with a certain wariness that makes your heart break a little
- > She lays her head on your lap, and you start petting her automatically
- > She sighs, closing her eyes
- > "Tell me what you really think about me."
- > You consider the matter, her slightly coarse mane sliding under your fingers
- "You need to get more sleep, for one."
- > She nods, breathing deeply
- > You think you know what she needs
- "And you would look better if you lost some weight."
- > She sniffles at that, but you pretend not to hear
- "I get the feeling that you have a hard time reaching out to others, and don't have many friends. Certainly not any close ones."
- > A spot of dampness hits your thigh, and now you look down
- > The poor mare is thoroughly scrunched, tears leaking from her closed eyes
- > You shake your head quietly, and wipe her tears away
- > She looks at you, vulnerable and hollowed out by life
- > You smile kindly, and gently lift her head
- "And you are my favorite kind of customer."
- > She stares at you with wide eyes
- > "I-I am?"
- > You hum an affirmative
- "You are. For some ponies, they come to me because I'm convenient, and discreet."
- > You gently tug her up into your lap, and lay her head on your shoulder
- > She nuzzles your neck instinctively
- "They're just satisfying their animal appetite. But ponies like you, well."
- > You draw her into a tight hug, breathing in her slightly soapy scent
- > She shudders in your arms, wrapping her forelegs around you
- "You just want to feel like a pony again, to remember what affection feels like."
- > She nods, her hot tears falling on your shoulder
- > You stroke her back comfortingly, syncing your breathing up with hers
- "You aren't using me, you're asking for my help, when no one else will answer."
- > You turn in your seat, leaning back against the armrest of the couch
- > The mare melts, her weight and warmth falling on your like a heavy blanket
- > She stares at you with wondering eyes, hoping desperately
- "And I love being there for you. I love healing your heart, even if it is just a little bit."
- > You peck her cheek, and draw her back into your embrace
- "So cuddle with me, and forget about the world for a while."
- > She timidly kisses your cheek, before turning her head away
- > You chuckle, and stroke her mane
- > After a few long minutes pass, she swallows
- > "I think I love you."
- > Oh, this poor dear
- "I care about you, my little mare."
- > She starts to shake
- > "I- I shouldn't have said that, just for-"
- > You shush her gently, patting her withers
- "It happens. It's hard to receive affection and not return it. All that I ask is that you leave room in your heart for other ponies you may meet."
- > You can feel the motion of her throat as she swallows
- > "Alright. I promise."
- > She relaxes, almost completely limp on top of you
- > You wait, patiently and comfortably
- > Her breathing deepens, sleep having finally claimed her emotionally overwhelmed body
- > You let yourself drift off, content in a job well done
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