Fluffy

by The Fluffy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Random, Slice of Life, Comedy
Length: 1060

The Fluffy pony's epic adventure

This is a tragic tale of love, loss and sex… Two of those things could be considered untrue.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-28 00:20:01 UTC

Fluffiness

Fluffy

Through the window she saw him. He stood with a few others inside Sugar Cube Corner, all pink and fluffy. The fluffiest pony she has ever seen. Twilight shuddered, face inches from the glass, as she stared inside.

The pony was new to Ponyville. Mike something. She didn’t care. At that moment, Twilight Sparkle couldn’t have cared any less about who or why that pony was in Ponyville. She only cared about how fluffy he was.

And he was Celestia damn fluffy. His pink fur formed a fluffy ball around him like a shield. It enticed her more than the greatest book ever had. Something about that fluffiness brought thoughts into Twilight’s head that she couldn’t explain no matter how she tried.

She wanted to fuck it.

It was a vulgar thought that frightened her but she did not deny it. She wanted to press against that fluffiness and rub against it until her whole body felt like one giant orgasm. Until all her muscles were weak and useless. Until that fluffiness was as soaked as a towel in the ocean.

But she couldn’t. Since his arrival she had stalked him, but never gotten close. Never even introduced herself for fear the proximity would overpower her will and force her against him. Where she was now, staring at him from outside Sugar Cube Corner, was the closest she had ever gotten.

And the more Twilight stared, the more she shuddered. The more she shuddered, the wetter she got. It was torture. She loved every second.

But then it happened.

Pinkie Pie hopped out of Sugar Cube Corner and noticed Twilight. “Oh, hey Twilight! Whatcha doing there?”

“Er, uh, hey Pinkie Pie! Just, uh, you know…” she faked a laugh and ran a hoof through her hair. It was messy. No time to comb it when she could be watching fluffy. Mike something. Didn't matter, she reminded herself.

“Oh…well I have to get some more sugar from the store and the Cakes are out, you should keep MM company while I’m gone!” and without waiting for a response, Pinkie hopped off towards the grocery store.

The grocery store was downtown. The clerk there loved to chat. Pinkie Pie would be gone at least an hour. The Cakes were out.

Fluffy pony was alone inside Sugar Cube Corner.

A drop of herself ran down Twilight’s leg.

Before she knew what she was doing, the door to Sugar Cube Corner was closing behind her. Fluffy pony appeared to be staring at the confections at the counter. He was alone.

She started to pant. To sweat. There he was, all alone. All alone. All to herself.

All hers.

Twilight leapt like she had never leapt before. She got onto him, onto his fluffiness, before he could respond. And with a gasp of emotion, she slammed her vagina down against that fluffy fur around him as hard as she could.

“Wha-whats going on?!” he cried out.

She didn’t hear him. He wasn’t there to her. All that was there was the fluffy and her. And nothing was going to stop her now.

After the initial moment of collisional ecstasy passed, Twilight began to, slowly, rub her body up and down. The fur stimulated her from her vagina to her head, where she pressed her face against it as hard as she could. The fluff soaked up the fluid from her and wet her inner thighs.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” the pony inside all the fluff yelled.

Twilight responded with her first orgasm. Her shuddering body against the fluff stimulated her even more. While it didn’t go inside her, it didn’t matter. It was against her, as much against her as it could be. She closed her eyes, riding the orgasm, body heat warming the fluff against her.

It was apparently too much for the pony she rode. He started to panic and jump, trying to get her off.

It was an extremely counter-productive move. Twilight timed her humps to his jumps. The extra pressure from the impact made her cry out into the fluff she rode, tears streaming from her face. The orgasms, once started, wouldn't stop. It was the greatest feeling she had ever had.

By then the fluff around her lower body had become completely soaked with her orgasms, yet it kept its shape. Some fluid had even begun to drip from the back of the fluff ball.

It must have reached the pony inside, because he really started to freak out right then. Twilight’s shuddering, panting, and soaking of his fluff brought him to a mental breaking point. He tried to sit back and roll over her backwards.

For Twilight, it was like Celestia herself had granted her most treasured wish. The floor came up and pressed her against the fluff harder then she could have. She turned her front hooves and caught the floor before the fluff could complete its roll.

The pony was stranded upside down on top of her.

Stopping the fluff from rolling off was the last logical thing Twilight remembered doing. Pressing down that hard, some of the fluff forced itself inside of her. She clinched down inside, but as the fluff got wetter more and more slipped in. She cried out in pure ecstasy.

The fluff was against her body. The fluff was inside her. The fluff was everything. Twilight lost all notion of reality as she let go completely and allowed the orgasms to rule her. It only got better as the upside down pony above her tried to roll off her, moving back and forth trying to gain momentum. But she clung too tightly, her leg muscles burning.

It was two hours before Pinkie Pie arrived back at Sugar Cube Corner. By that time, all the blood had rushed to the fluffy pony’s head. He had died.

Twilight Sparkle was passed out under him, body shuddering as it continued to orgasm on its own.

To this day the events that lead to fluffy pony’s death are still sketchy to most. It is rumored Twilight Sparkle avoided a jail sentence only because of her relationship to Princess Celestia. After a time, no one in Ponyville seemed to remember fluffy pony. He has a forgettable personality.

But Twilight would never forget the fluff that gave her the best fuck she ever had.