Anonymous, everyone's favorite Equestrian go-between and general self-insert for hire, AKA you, were swimming one day along the shores of Seaward Shoals1, when you felt something sticky and smooshy up against your leg. Like a bunch of seaweed, or an entire web of those sticky-hand things they sell in capsule machines.
But instead of those things, it turned out to be a pony. A pony made of jelly.
When you pulled it out of the water, still half-stuck to your leg, you couldn't believe your eyes. It looked just like a pony, only... squishier.
And, keep in mind, it's hard to be squishier than marshmallow.
Even as you hold the goo-pony, the jelly-fish pony, the smooshy-sort-of-liquid-sea-pony, whatever it is, you can feel your fingers sinking slightly into its porous skin, and it giggles a little as you pull your fingers away, checking them for sticky bits.
"Oops," the pony says, giggling. Its voice is high pitched and girlish, with a faint vibratory quality, like it's reverberating through a seashell, or a tunnel underwater. You can hear the fain gurgle of bubbles and water jets murmuring behind its speech. "Sorry. I didn't mean to run into anypony today. Hope you don't mind if I... stick around for a bit?" The pony grins at you.
It's the size of a normal filly, maybe minus a few inches, but the weight is completely different. Not just because you're in the water, you can tell the jelly-pone is light, almost as light as the water itself. You could pick it up and spin it over your head if you wanted. Its mane is the same jelly-like substance that makes up the rest of its body, sparkling translucent turquoise, styled in a stack of overlapping curls and jelly-hair. Its cutie mark is a mix of hearts and bubbles, and it giggles when it catches you looking, wiggling its butt for fun, which sets it jiggling for a good while before the ocean current finally lulls it back to a calm. Only the jelly-pones hooves are beneath the water, and the ends of its legs, while the rest of it seems to float comfortably against the surface of the water and your hands underneath its chest and stomach.
The goo-pone's chest is pressing up against yours a little, and its lower half is resting in the water against your swim trunks.
Before you can answer the pony's uproarious pun, it giggles again and paws at your chest with a sticky, gelatinous hoof.
"Hmm," it says, wiggling under the water and grinding over-top of your swim-trunks. "Are you happy to see me?"
You don't answer rhetorical questions, as a rule. Also, you're painfully hard underneath your swimsuit, and it's pretty obvious the jelly-pone has noticed.
"Why don't we get to know each other a little better?" The jelly-pone says. It moves around in the water, getting closer, pressing as much of its slippery slimy translucent body against yours as it can manage. Pressing so hard you can feel the outer layer of its gel surge and squeeze against your skin. Will it break, if you press hard enough?
"I really like human cock," the jelly-pone says matter-of-factly as it reaches into your swim trunks and pulls out your shaft. "It just hits a different spot, y'know what I mean?" The ocean water is a tad chilly, but there's no risk of shrinkage, because the gel-hooves on either side of your prick feel even softer and warmer than the inside of a pony-pussy, and they're massaging you up and down, stroking your already tantalizingly hard shaft to an even fuller erection. Getting you nice and big and ready for an even stickier situation.
You groan, pleasure noise mixed with the howl of the wind over the cliffs and the caw of seagulls far in the distance. Shore is only a minute or two away, but you're not sure how much longer you can tread water...
"I don't suppose we could go somewhere it's a bit easier to get a foothold," you say, gesturing towards the nearby sand and overlapping rocks.
For the third time since meeting you, the goo-pony giggles, suggesting that she's either in a very good mood or on enough of something to put her in one. "Don't worry, silly. I can take care of that." Her horn glows—did we mention she has a horn?—and underneath your feet, you can feel something rising up, like a rubbery life-boat heading to the surface...
A goo bubble. It blops up from the sea, a solidified skin of water magically morphed into a makeshift raft. Enough to hold you up above the water, swim trunks open with your cock peeking through the whole, and both of the jelly-pone's hooves still giving you a good stroking.
She sticks her tongue out between her teeth when she catches your expression at the rising goo-boat. "See? Told you not to worry—hey!"
The jelly-pone has shifted now that it's out of the water. While it still has the standard four hooves most equine animals in Equestria possess, now its body has grown, or maybe simply unveiled an encompassing expanse of tentacles, each no longer than a foot, but all of them interlacing, spread around its waist-line and circling like the frill of a fancy dress. It looks like the top part of an anemone, glued to the middle of a translucent gelatin pony. A jellyfish-pone.
An unusual site in Equestria doesn't put you off by now though. Now that you've got a foothold, or just some way to maneuver better than in the water, you can finally use your hands to get something done. You immediately reach for the pony's horn with one hand and give it a quick few strokes, enough to cause her eyes to jolt open and a gasp to come out of her mouth. A few sparks, from the tip of her horn.
Then you move your hands lower, tracing one along her gelatinous cheek, then her chest, through the delicate web of tentacles, down to the gooey pony-teats dangling above her—presumably perpetually—wet and slippery pussy. You can see through her to the other side of the gel-raft, and then through that into the crystalline ocean below, sparkles reflecting from the sun in the shimmering clear and blue.
"Oh buck... I didn't know you humans could be so forceful. Just promise me you'll rut me good before we're done—ohh!"
You start squeezing her tits with both hands, one on each, and get rewarded immediately with a desperate sounding moan that echoes louder than the faraway seagulls. Her tentacles jiggle each time her body shakes with pleasure.
As per the request, you stand up and slide down your swim trunks, letting your girthy dong dangle in the afternoon sunlight in front of the goo-pony's face.
She licks her lips and stares, but waits for you to move, as though she's paralyzed or transfixed by the sight of your human dick. When you take your hands away from her tits and guide her around the other way, so she can point her butt and pussy in your direction, she squeals with delight, and leans over the far side of the raft, letting her face hang down into the ocean water and be tickled by the passing spray each time the wind gathers up.
From behind, you can see her, spread-legged, her pussy winking at you. You can see through both sets of legs, through her mesh of tiny flagellum-like growths and into the clear, sun-covered horizon. You can see her head turned, smiling at you through her own stomach, and then winking at you there too.
"Come on," she says. "Shove that thing in my pony-pussy. I bet it's the best you've ever had." Giggle.
Anonymous doesn't have to be asked twice. You let the natural curvature of jelly-pone's tentacles, teats, and pussy-lips guide your cock-head into place, and then slide forward with non-existent resistance, save the tight clenching you can feel on either size as the gel-pone pussy squeezes the length of your dick. It's wetter than wet, like slipping your cock in after a whole bottle of lube. Somehow, still, there's friction, even though you move your hips and slide back and forth effortlessly.
What's more, you can see your cock, buried in the jelly-pone's pussy, poking up into her stomach and making her gel swell with each thrust.
"Ooooh, that looks so good," she says. She watches underneath her stomach, between her legs as you slide all the way in, staring at your cock-head as you shove it as far in as it will go, peeking just above her tits before you pull back out again. She shivers when you rub the head of your prick against her squishy lips and tits, even gasps when you drag it across her clit before pushing back into her slit and fucking her again so hard the gel-raft rocks.
It occurs to you a piece of information is missing.
"I didn't get your name," you say. You put a hand on one of the jelly-pones super-smooshy butt-cheeks and give it a good squeeze, watching the gel protrude from between your fingers like a handful of Silly Putty™. Or Gak™.
"It's 'Smoosher'," the jelly-pone says. She grinds her butt back onto your pelvis and wiggles her hips back and forth, making soft sloshing sounds and causing her entire body to jiggle like a Jello™ mold. "Back in the day—oh buck!" She shakes frantically for a moment when you slam your dick in extra hard, causing even the raft to vibrate. "Damn you—unh!—know how to fuck me good." She looks over her shoulder and licks her lips suggestively, giving you the dirtiest bedroom eyes you've seen on an equine before. "Maybe you and me should—unh!—do this again sometime..."
"You were saying... about your name?" You ask the question between grunts, slamming yourself home without abandon now, making Smoosher jump and jiggle with each thrust. Her pussy is still slippery and soft, but it's getting tighter now, somehow squeezing even warmer than a normal pony's cunt each time you slide your shaft inside, like it's trying to milk all the cum out of your balls and then some...
"Back in the day—oh, buck that's good—everypony just got called—unh—what they were. I'm smooshy, so I got called—unh—Smoosher. If you could fly, your name was—unh, unh, oh shit, I'm getting close—unh, your name was 'Fly-er' or some shit... buck, you're gonna make me cum soon..."
"Does that mean you'll... get even wetter... than you are now?"
Smoosher winks at you over her shoulder.
"Why don't you find out?"
Invitation accepted. You start to pound the jelly-pone pussy like you're trying to break it.
Smoosher isn't immune to the assault. She grabs hard at the side of the raft, and her horn shoots out a few wayward sparks every few times you slam your cock home. She's trying hard to stare at the head each time it pokes into her stomach, but her eyes are closed now, and her head is rocking back in forth and circles, a low kind of moan that starts in the throat and grows louder and higher in pitch...
You grab one of her butt-cheeks with each hand and rail that pony-pussy for all you're worth. The ancient deities of Equestrian fate guide your cock.
"Oh buck," Smoosher says. She reaches a hoof between her legs and begins to rub frantically between her tits and clit, paying equal attention to both but not overall in much control of her movement. Her whole body is shaking, and her eyes are clenched shut. "You're gonna make me cum... Oh shit, oh shit..."
Smoosher's signal is right on cue. She sprays a load of sweet-smelling filly-juices onto your legs, the raft, and back into the ocean, adding a little bit of honeydew nectar to the salt-water mix.
She bucks back at you as she cums. Her tentacles are flapping wildly, tickling and caressing your legs and stomach and chest, and her pussy is squeezing like it wants to milk the load right out of your balls. After a few seconds of trying, Smoosher is successful, and you groan as you blow your first shot of cum deep into her sticky belly.
Both of you open your eyes and stare at Smoosher's stomach as the spurt of white jizz begins to pool and swirl around in her stomach. You can see the first strand joined by another as your cock twitches and seizes and shoots out another rope of warm, sticky cum. The load begins to accumulate, forming a pool, blocking the view through the jelly-pone's body with a cloud of creamy white. When you finally finish cumming, and pull out, your still hard cock dribbles a strand of cum inbetween Smoosher's pussy-lips, which just connects to the milky pool in her stomach. The strand drips out like a slow, steady stream, mixing with her filly juices on the floor of the raft.
"Ooh," she says. She holds a hoof to her stomach and pokes at the cloud of cum, watching it break and separate into different swirls, swimming through her translucent insides. "That looks so hot. Your cum swirling through me and stuff."
You nod, sitting back on the edge of the raft. You let out a contended sigh and lean your head back, letting the sun's rays cascade down over your forehead and shimmer brightly even behind your closed eyes.
"Wanna do it again?"
Author's Note
1: Also called 'Silver Shoals' by show staff. - Ed.
