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- The cuddling contest is an intense contact sport. It involves dexterity, concentration, finesse, determination, strength, and the utmost in coordination skills between a person and their little pony. But above all, it requires adoration and sentimental love. The aim of the game is to be the best at demonstrating your cuddle credibility through extreme acts of snuggling and nuzzling, and most of all, hugging non-sexually. The pairs who are the most content with each other win, and the partners that aren’t even touching each other lose terribly. Pairs that are caught fucking like rabbits are immediately disqualified and told to take their shenanigans elsewhere. It is a fairly common occurrence, so seeing it happen and dealing with it has become standard procedure.
- It is a fair, warm, breezy day. It’s the perfect day for some extreme nuzzling, and you’re very excited to be experiencing this, an event where you can win fabulous prizes just by being with your favorite pony. You’re making your way to the grand cuddle arena, the place of competition today, as opposed to the great cuddle coliseum, which is the sporting ground reserved for the intense semi-final and final rounds of the Super Snuggle Tournament. The arena you’re attending on this occasion is notably forested, an area abound with soft grass, trees and bushes, to create a verdant cuddle-optimal environment.
- As you reach the gates of the arena, you spot your gentle partner, meekly standing just where she said she would for the rendezvous, half-hidden behind a tree. You slowly approach her, “Oh, hello.” Surprisingly, she greets you first, and without a stutter at that. Her demeanor is calm, which is strange considering her usual jumpy attitude and the fact that you’re both about to enter a hardcore cuddlecore competition. “Aren’t you nervous?” You inquire to her, feeling somewhat anxious yourself. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be okay.” She smiles sweetly, and you return it in earnest.
- You make your way into the arena, a beautiful tree haven, rife with places where pairs can do their soppy cuddle thang in peace. Her soft voice speaks, “It’s beautiful… Are there any animals?” She’s excited now, as this is her element after all. You too can’t help but feel your anxiousness roll off your back in this peaceful little land. You both find a good spot and start holding each other. You silently revel in her sweet smell and soft coat, your hand on her smooth wings, and she giggles at your tickling touch. But then, for a moment, as she looks at you, you notice a sparkle in her eyes. It’s a strange look, a look of knowing? Of mischief? No, you realize…they’re bedroom eyes. You start pondering the idea that she’s wanting more out of this relationship.
- "Stroke me here instead," she whispers as she guides your hand from her wings to her flank with her pink tail. Her sudden, intimate behavior startles you and you want to protest, this is supposed to be a NON-SEXUAL cuddling contest! But her nibbling on your ear and the feel of the warmth and curviness of her flank silences you. Your sweatpants steadily begin to tighten, and her moving from your ear to lovingly gaze into your eyes makes you want her more and more. Then, she uses a hind leg to slowly take off your pants...
- You snap back to reality for a brief moment. You feel nervous, really nervous. But her calm eyes keep telling you that it's okay. You start to relax again, and you let the sensation of her body arouse you some more. Your pants are almost completely off now, and she's already started peeling off your tented boxers with her hind hoof.
- Meanwhile, her face is moving closer to yours. Another thought flashes through your mind. "Why is she suddenly being so assertive?" Then, an answer unconsciously replies, "It's always the quiet ones." While these contemplations float in your head, you’re caught unprepared for her trembling, wanting mouth meeting yours. Her tongue reaches into you, and your tongue meets her. Smooth and wet, the exchange of saliva excites you even more. Her hooves wrap around your neck, which makes you begin to tremble. This is about to happen. This is about to happen. Letting your instinct take over, you bring your arms around her shaking body. Aware of the outside air on your erection, you press it against her, searching. You discover a wetness between her hind legs, and for a moment you let yourself relish in the sensation of your sensitive tip on her. This feels so good… and we haven’t even properly started yet… Mouths now apart, you whisper to her, “Th-this may hurt a bit at first, are you ready?” In-between her excited panting, she manages to reply. “I-I’m not s-scared. J-just do it-!” Still worried for her well-being, you bring your lips to her forehead before you push yourself inside her.
- It’s warm, wet, and tight. As you initially thrust, she squeaks with pain, to which you respond with a hand stroking her back to help it pass. “D-do it again..!” You happily comply, letting yourself fall into a rhythm of sorts, your cock going in and out and in and out again. She’s really enjoying it now, her breathing is heavier but regular, her wings are flaring, and she’s trying as hard as she can to suppress a loud squeal of pleasure. To help her with that, you draw her into another deep kiss, allowing her to moan while the sound of her orgasm is muffled by your mouth. You can’t contain it anymore either. But then why should you? You erupt inside her, letting all of your emotions ascend into a state of pure bliss as your rhythm steadily comes to a stop, completely spent. That didn’t take long, but it was so, so sweet.
- You draw out your glistening member, wet with love fluids. You lovingly stare into each other for a minute, basking in the afterglow, her panting body in your arms. But for a moment, reality creeps in. The contest! The judge is going to be here any minute! Thankfully, you and she are hidden away from the rest of the participants and scrutiny, sitting behind a small bush. You’ll probably be the last ones to be evaluated on your cuddle-credibility. Relaxing again, you pull up your pants and hold her closer. As her head rests on your chest, still content in afterglow, you notice that her eyes are half-closed, her cheeks are beet red, and her nervous trembling is gone, replaced by slow and steady breath. She’s completely calm. Neither of you need to speak, so you rest your head on her, and feel a serene happiness wash over you. And then, without thinking, your mouth whispers. “I love you.”
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