Anon, The Cuddle Slut: Origins

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh-

“Uh.” Was all Avon could really think to say. The request was seemingly innocent enough, yet he couldn’t help but sense a deeper implication.

“I know this is sudden and we hardly know each other. But, that’s kinda why I think it would help.” Cheerilee continued. “Please, I know this is sudden and weird but I just thought that…” Her voice trailed off as she failed to find the right words to say. Avon shook his head.

“I mean, I can offer to listen to...whatever you got going on.” Avon offered as an alternative. “My hut is nearby. We can...discuss there.” The words felt dirty on his tongue, but it was the best he could do. Cheerilee merely nodded, avoiding any eye contact.

The two took a brief walk to Avon’s old home he took when he first came to Equestria. On his behalf, Spike made sure that the home was neat and tidy, I’m the event Avon ever felt the desire to stay the night in another. The sun had begun to fall, the moor eagerly rising to take its place. Meanwhile, Avon was trapped in his mind,

Okay, so a horse wants to cuddle with you. That’s not the worst thing. I mean, you’ve done it before, right? I mean, it’s just hugging but lying down. She’s an animal. It’s only weird if you make it weird.

Avon had slowly calmed himself. He found that it was best to approach his problems with rationality. Cheerilee clearly was a mare that was curious, just like the other ponies of Ponyville. Who wouldn’t want to be groomed and petted by someone with opposable thumbs?

The two reached the door, Avon taking deep breaths as he fished for his keys. He briefly looked behind himself to check up on Cheerilee. Although Avon had calmed somewhat, Cheerilee seemed to have gotten more anxious and bashful, like she was doing something taboo. Was she? Is something happening that Avon doesn’t quite grasp because he doesn’t fully grasp pony culture?

Stop thinking like that. Thinking like that is gonna make things worse. Just go with the flow and relax.

With an exhale, Avon opened the door. “Come on in, Ms. Cheerilee. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

The statement was meant to be in jest, but it only came off as awkward and unintentionally sinister. Nevertheless, the mare trotted inside. Avon followed behind, closing the door while checking outside for anyone that might’ve tailed him. He wasn’t sure why he worried about someone following them, but he couldn’t help but double check. He turned to see that Cheerilee had taken a seat on his couch, sitting anxiously as her eyes darted around the room.

“Here, let me get us something to drink. It looks like we both need it.” He muttered, jogging to the kitchen. He checked the fridge for anything to drink. To his chagrin, the only item in the fridge at all was a bottle of wine that Rarity had gifted him. He remembered assuring her that he would definitely drink but since he wasn’t a drinker, he stuck with apple cider and water. Both of which he seemed to have neglect to restock since he left.

You gotta be fucking kidding me? Since when did I become an alcoholic?

Making the best of his situation, he took the bottle out of the fridge and took two glasses. He figured he would play this cautiously. Last thing he needed was to accidentally get wasted again and do something he’ll seriously regret. He walked back out into the living room.

“You fancy a glass of, um, wine?” Avon asked sheepishly, part of him praying she says no. “Otherwise, I afraid we’ll be drinking tap.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Cheerilee waved a hoof. “I have spent more than a few nights out with Berry Punch. In fact, I could use a glass admittedly.”

Damnit.

“Damnit.” Avon muttered, low enough that Cheerilee couldn’t hear. He took his seat on the couch, as far from Cheerilee as possible, which wasn’t much. He poured out the refrigerator chilled wine into two glasses best suited for containing milk or orange juice rather than something as dignified as wine.

“Thank you, Avon. You’re far too kind.” Cheerilee smiled, easing into her seat as she took a sip. As her eyes were closed, Avon studied the mare carefully. She was still the cute teacher he always thought of her as but something definitely changed. In the comfort of his house, drinking wine, Avon was made acutely aware of two things. 1.) This is an older mare, possibly older than any of the Elements and 2.) She was looking far less like a horse sitting on his couch and more of a woman. The second observation caused him to gulp.

No, Avon. That is a dangerous line to tow. The species gap is there and there for a reason. Do not forget.

“So,” Avon took the smallest sip of his wine, barely consuming a drop. “About that peculiar request…” Cheerilee nodded, sighing deeply.

“I’m sorry if I caught you off-guard.”Cheerilee apologized, looking away with shame. “I’ve been feeling worse than usual these days. I don’t really know how to explain it.”

“You’re talking about that sickness, right?” Avon asked. “You did mention you were sick.”

“I didn’t mean sickness in regards to an ailment.” Cheerilee sighed again. “I meant more...lovesick.”

Avon nearly choked on his drink, causing him to cough and spill his drink on his shirt. His shirt was now wet with wine. “Pardon me. Swallowed wrong.”

Fuck! Intuition, please fail me now! Don’t tell me it’s as it seems!

“I’ve been feeling lonely for a while now.” Cheerilee confided in the human, oblivious to his own anxiety. “For a while, I wasn’t sure why. At least, I told myself I didn’t know why. The truth is...a previous relationship fell through.”

“Damn, that’s rough, buddy.” Avon said. He watched as Cheerilee poured herself another glass, downing the glass in one gulp. He, in turn, silently poured his wine out onto the floor behind the couch. He knew he was going to have to clean it later but the situation has gone dire and he needs to be of sober mind. “This relationship, was it a...romantic one?”

“It was. Although, it had an interesting start.” She started to giggle, hinting that she was becoming influenced. “We originally had no interest in each other but then we started to talk. He was a wonderful stallion. He always knew what to say, even if it was nothing at all. A hard worker and he cared for his family. What more could a mare want?”

Anon raised an eyebrow. “I’m starting to suspect who that stallion is.”

“Alas, we slowly drifted away. I didn’t even notice at first.” Cheerilee lamented. “Before, I didn’t feel the need to have a special somepony. Now, I can’t stop
hoping I’ll find one.” She laid her head in the spot between her and Avon, looking up at him with half-closed eyes.

In other words, the fuck-me eyes. God, this was such a terrible idea. She’s gone from cheery teacher to Christmas cake real quick. I thought this was a fantasy land?

“Come on now, Ms. Cheerilee!” Avon said with a false optimism. “I’m sure there’s a stallion somewhere out there for you. I mean, in this paradise? There’s gotta be at least one.”

“Not for lack of trying, Nonny.” Cheerilee lamented. Her eyes widen a little. “Heh, that’s what Pinkie Pie calls you, right?”

We’ve escalated to pet names. Wonderful.

“Not for lack of trying.” Avon echoed. “I always insist we stick to a first name basis, but she’s the Notorious P.I.E. You just can’t tell her what to do.” Cheerilee giggled then fell into full on laughter, clutching her gut.

Oh, come on! You don’t even get the reference!

“They all talk about you, you know~!” Cheerilee teased, pointing a hoof at Avon. He noticed that Cheerilee’s disposition had changed. She started to grin. “And I don’t just mean Pinkie and her friends. All of Ponyville talks about you. The mysterious human that sometimes walks our streets, getting into antics. Other times, hides himself away in the castle or in an abandoned home at the edge of town. A cold, uninviting exterior, with a kind and compassionate soul underneath it all.”

Avon blew a raspberry. “What a romantic image. I assure you, I’m nothing special.”

“That’s just it.” Cheerilee propped herself up on her forelegs, her lower half still laid across the couch. Avon’s eyes wandered to the mare’s tail flicking back and forth. He gulped. “You have such humility. Although you push others away, you rarely lash out. When you do, you attempt to make amends. When Ponyville was under attack, you fought to protect total strangers. The same strangers that ignored you.”

She placed a hoof on his leg.

No.

“I saw how you cradled the CMC.” She continued, slowly pulling herself towards Avon. “How they followed you and how you protected them from danger. I also saw how you comforted Diamond Tiara in her moment of weakness. You accepted responsibility, even when you didn’t need to.”

Her hooves rested on his chest.

NO.

“You’ve touched the hearts of so many.” She continued, returning to her melancholy state. “The Elements appreciate you. My kids adore you. Spike idolizes you. The princesses honor you. Ponyville accepts you. And I can tell that you love us all.”

Cheerilee presses her muzzle against Avon’s nose. His face was flushed and his heart briefly skipped a beat. Afterwards, it pounded in his chest and flooded his ear drums. Cheerilee looked into his eyes, so close to his.

“I only hope that you could share that love with me, and me alone, tonight.”

Oh shit, nigga, what are you doing?!

A silence filled the room, only penetrated by the beating of heart and heavy breathing coming from Avon. His thoughts ran amok, coursing through his brain, down the stem and through his veins. He was held in a moment of eternity. The mare was fully on top of him now. Her chest pressed against his, her lower body sat on his lap. It was the closest anyone had been to him, at least in an intimate way. It was enough to stir the depravity between his leg. Avon struggled to think of something, anything. He scrunched his eyes and summoned every part of his mind, body, and soul to make a decision. To do something.

Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally grabbed Cheerilee by the shoulder and pushed her back, just enough so that there was a hand’s distance between their faces.

“Ms. Cheerilee, I can’t do that.” Avon practically whispered. “You’re under the influence and we’re two different species.” Cheerilee sat in silence, but she hardly seemed undeterred.

“I-I know!” She nodded, her eyes watering. “I-I wasn’t thinking we should...but your touch! I just want to feel your embrace!” Tears began to run down her cheek. “I just felt so awful and you’re so kind! When I sat in your lap, wrapped in your arms, I was helpless! Helpless, but safe! I don’t know how else to explain it!”

“Cheerilee, I-“ Avon started. He had to admit, this development was not one he anticipated. However, before he could protest or ask more, Cheerilee threw herself onto him, wrapping her hooves around his neck. She pressed herself harder against him. Avon had to summon every fiber of his being to not explode right now. The last thing he needed was his dumb virgin ass to bust one at such an emotional moment.

Hold tight, little buddy! I need you to not make a horny, depraved fool of me right now! I know an older woman/mare is sitting on your junk right now, crying for love, but you need to keep your shit together! For her sake, at the least!

“Lonely. I just feel so lonely.” She said, her voice muffled in Avon’s chest. She lifted herself enough to wipe her eyes of tears. When she spoke again, a sad smile formed on her lips. “But not when you hold me. This feeling is just too good!”

“Oh, God, you’re not helping.” Avon said aloud, exasperated both mentally and sexually. “Cheerilee, I’m super confused right now! What do you want from me?”

“Avon, just hold me!” She cried out, sounding near desperate. “Hold me like I’m your special somepony! Just for the night, please.”

I can’t tell if this is better or worse than I thought. I’m not exactly fertilizing her garden but this feels wrong. I mean, my trouser snake is standing on end for Christ’s sake. Oh God, can she feel it? Shit, she probably can! Fuck, shit!

Avon took deep breaths as the mare nuzzled into him. It would have been adorable and cute, had it not been for the steady sexual tension that had been building for the better part of a half hour. Cheerilee moaned contentedly, right into his poor ear. Avon bit his tongue.

No, no, no! I’m about at my breaking point! God, how do people put up with this? Alright, I’m stating it for the record: edging is the worst fetish. This is a hill I will die on.

In the first bit of fortunate news, Cheerilee had settled herself on to Avon. As such, Avon could focus on calming down as the weight of the mare bore on top of him. He used that as an anchor, holding him to the present moment. He noticed that he didn’t necessarily feel squished. The feeling was comparable to that of a large dog resting on him, except it was a horse. A horse who was becoming more womanly by the second. Yet, he managed to avoid succumbing to temptation. Partially.

All things considered, this is nice. Mare or woman, it does feel amazing to hold someone like this. I can see why Cheerilee wanted it so bad. If the roles were reversed, I’d want to be held in someone’s arms too!

By this point, the two had calmed completely. Cheerilee was no longer crying and Avon had lowered his...excitement. Looking back, the two silently remarked about how absurd and surreal the night had been for both of them. The two laid in silence, the sounds of hearts beating and breaths breathing filling the ambiance.

“So…” Avon was the first to break the silence. “Are you comfortable?” Cheerilee laid in silence for a moment before responding.

“Your shirt is a bit of a mess now…” She muttered, face still flushed. Whether from alcohol or embarrassment, Avon couldn’t tell. What he could tell was that she was making a subtle request for him to take off his shirt.

Down, boy. We have not come this far for you to blow it.

Avon cautiously obliged, sitting up enough to remove his shirt. In fairness, from the combined wine and tear stains, the shirt was definitely ruined. Now shirtless, Avon moved his hands to hide his abdomen. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with the prospect about being half-naked, especially in a cuddle as intense as this. Yet, Cheerilee slowly placed her hooves on the human’s arms, parting them slowly. Soon, Avon’s bare chest and stomach were exposed for the mare to see.

“No fur. Heh, I guess I should’ve expected as much.” The two chuckled lightheartedly, the moment still awkward for the both of them. Cheerilee slowly lowered herself on top of him again. “I’ll keep you warm in the meantime.” The mare closed her eyes, enjoying the smooth sensation upon her fur. Her head laid beside Avon’s, barely a hair’s width between them.

“Better now?” Avon asked, hopeful that the mare would just fall asleep. Cheerilee instead opened her eyes halfway, giving Avon a sleepy gaze. She gave a sly smile.

“Caress me, if you may~?” She whispered. Avon gulped, inciting a giggle from the mare. Nevertheless, he placed one hand on her head, another on her back. He the gave the mare long, tender strokes through her mane and down her back. Cheerilee smiles wide, giving soft moans of pleasure. Avon tried his hardest to misinterpret the moans for snoring, praying he can last through the rest of the night. Fortunately, a night like this had tired both of them, granting them merciful sleep.

“Please, take it, Avon!” Cheerilee begged, holding a sack of bits in her teeth. Her eyes, heavy and desperate, pleaded to the human standing in his doorway. The morning sun had risen and the two were quick to untangle themselves upon awakening. Avon suggested that Cheerilee quickly exit before a scandal arises from her leaving his home. Not before she insisted on paying the human. “I’ve been a total bother the entire night. You had every right to kick me out. So, please.”

“Cheerilee,” Avon started, holding his head in his hand. “I can’t in good conscience take your bits. I forgive you, it wasn’t all that bad, and we’re still cool.” To emphasize his point, he dusted his hands and pushed away the bits that Cheerilee held out to him.

“At the very least, you provided a service.” Cheerilee argued. She set the bag down and took out a single bit. She tossed it at him with her teeth, forcing him to catch it. “Consider it...a penny for your thought. Or rather, your touch.” She blushed at that later sentence, bashfully digging a hoof into the ground. Avon examined the bit. A part of him figured he’d toss it back to her all the same. But, Cheerilee would probably just leave it at his doorstep and they’d spend forever giving the bit back and forth. So, he sighed and reluctantly accepted it,

“Just remember this, Ms. Cheerilee.” Avon started, flipping the coin into the air before catching it. “Whores do it for money, sluts do it for fun.” He gave the mare a wink and closed the door, watching as she turned a bright red as the door clicked shut. Avon sat with his back against the door. He took a deep breath, held it for 10 seconds, then let it all go.

That has got to be the closest someone has ever gotten to fucking a horse, without fucking a horse.