In Equestria they have a cuddle center that you can sign up for.
It's basically a government run program that lets you cuddle with a mare.
You can't touch the mare in her genital area without her consent, and you also can't harm her without her consent.
If you non-consensually harm her or sexually violate her you'll be banned from using the service completely.
However if you're nice it's a free service that allows you to cuddle with one mare every single night, potentially forever, and you can request different mares if you don't like the one you're assigned to.
The idea was to combat depression for depressed Anons who made it to Equestria but still felt sad and lonely.
Stupid Baka op, I d-don't need to cuddle with a stupid lame pony. I'm fine by myself.
Sounds comfy as fuck. These cuddle centers also have rooms you can rent, with fireplaces, flannel bedding, cozy quilts, wood panneling, low lighting, and pegasai assisted weather so its always a cold snowy early evening just outside the window.
Finally. A decent prompt. I might be able to whip something up for you guys in a bit, assuming my computer isn't dead. I haven't writefagged in a while, but I could give it a go if you want. Question is, who do you want to see get cuddled?
I shouldn't be surprised this is a thing, but here I am.
I await for Flutterbutter.
The mare with the fluffiest coat, the downiest feathers, the
most breedable hips.
I'll start cooking some green. But I need to go somewhere. Have a gif.
can you stop trying to hype it up
my cringe meter is about to break
"Soon" starts now.
>The faint sounds of a rooster’s call wakes you from your slumber.
“Uuugh…” you groan. “Five more minutes, Mommy, please…”
>You crack open your eyes ever so slightly; your room is nearly enveloped by the golden rays of the early morning sun.
>You don’t mind the morning, but it sucks having to adjust to bright light every single day.
>But hey, it’s natural lighting, so you can’t really complain.
>With a big yawn, you push your body upward and sit upright on your bed, allowing the warm sunlight to comfort your skin.
>You glance out the window, greeted by Equestria’s beautiful landscape and the small town of Ponyville you’ve come to call home.
>A few ponies are already out and about; mothers with their children, pegasi moving clouds to their proper places, and-
>Knock Knock Knock!
>Someone’s hoof pounds at your door, followed by the sound of your mailbox opening.
>Apparently the Mailmares are also making their morning rounds.
>You toss your blankets to the side and hop out of bed, slipping your feet into your comfy slippers.
“Probably just the morning paper.” You think to yourself as you approach your front entry.
>Opening your door, you’re greeted by a thick half-folded wad of paper sticking out of your mailbox.
>Just as you suspected, it’s today’s morning edition of the Ponyville Chronicle.
>Ponyville may be a small community, but something is always happening here. It’s one of the reasons you like this place so much.
“Let’s see what’s new today…”
>Unfolding the paper, you’re greeted by a large bold headline: “Ponyville Hospital to open new Cuddle Center at Noon”
>You raise an eyebrow. Since when was this in development?
>Better question: Why does Ponyville even need a cuddle center? Isn’t there enough friendship here to go around?
>You’re overthinking this. Just read the damn article.
>”Development is finally complete on the new Cuddle Center building at Ponyville Hospital,” the article reads
>Sounds intriguing, but you’re still confused as to why this is needed.
>”The facility, created through the partnership of Mayor Mare and Nurse Redheart,” the article continues, “is designed to help patients relieve the stress of everyday life through social interaction and the miracles of friendship.”
>You roll your eyes and let out a chuckle. Here they go with the whole friendship thing again.
>”After filling out a short survey and paying a small fee, patients will be assigned a partner to cuddle and relax with for as long as they wish within a twenty-four hour limit.”
>You put the paper down. A place where you can spend the whole day cuddling?
>That sounds… fantastic!
>Ponyville is a nice little town, but your apartment gets lonely and boring after a while.
>A cuddle clinic? It sounded stupid at first, but it might be just what you need.
I have to let my computer charge now. I'll be back in around an hour or two. Keep the thread alive, alright?
>After putting on one of your better suits, you grab your keys and rush out onto the street.
>There’s a slight spring in your step. You’ve never been this excited about cuddling someone before.
>Needless to say, you’re looking forward to it. This will be your first time experiencing pony cuddles!
>A few minutes of light jogging later, you arrive at the new Cuddle Center. It’s much larger than you thought it would be
>The complex is made up of a large two-story center building with two long one-story wings jutting out from its sides
>Aesthetically, it looks just like any other home in Ponyville. Odd, but perhaps that’s part of what makes it special
>Lightly shaking with excitement, you enter the building and find yourself in a rather extravagant lobby. Whatshername the fashion pony clearly had a say in how it looked.
>”You must be the human that recently moved to town!” a white mare says, approaching you. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Nurse Redheart.”
“Anonymous,” you reply, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.”
>”Well,” she sings, “on behalf of everypony who helped make this place a reality, welcome to the Ponyville Cuddle Center!”
>You can’t help but smile. These ponies are just too damn cute.
>”Now, just follow me. We’ll have you fill out a quick survey, and then we can get you a cuddle partner!”
"No thanks, I just came here to point and laugh at the people who come in."
>"Sir, this is a safe space, you can't-"
"Ooh, first catch of the day! Soarin' you faggot, did the groupies finally get sick of you crying into your pie when you couldn't get it up?"
The cuddling will commence soon, don't worry.
>You follow Nurse Redheart as she approaches a large desk in the center of the lobby. Hopping behind it, she takes out a quill pen, a jar of ink, and a blank piece of parchment with the number 57 on it.
>”Okay, Anonymous! First things first: you are a male, correct?”
“Negative, I am a meat popsicle.”
“I’ll… take that as a yes.” she says with a hint of concern in her voice. “Now, what type of cuddling would you prefer today, and will that be with a mare or a stallion?”
>Shit. You knew there was going to be a survey, but why didn’t you think of what it might ask you?
>”Don’t worry. Take your time.”
>You think for a minute, before finally scribbling the words ‘Mare, warm and gentle’ onto the parchment.
>”Okie-dokie. Next up, what kind of room would you like? Regular, deluxe or luxury?”
“That depends.” you say. “How big is the price difference?”
>”Ten bits for a regular room, twenty-five for a deluxe, and fifty for a luxury.” she replies.
>Without even thinking, you write down ‘regular’.
>“Alrighty! That does it for the survey.” Redheart says, taking the paper from you and putting it behind the desk. “Now, just a quick foreword before we find you a partner.”
“A foreword?” you ask.
>”Yessir. If you’re interested in doing anything else besides cuddling,” she says with a wink, “please be aware that that kind of behavior is only allowed if consent is given. Any non-consensual activity is strictly forbidden. Do you understand?”
>”Excellent! Now let’s see here…” she says, looking around her side of the desk, “Aha! Here we are!”
>She places another piece of parchment on the desk
>”We have a match!”
This is just too many feels. I can't do it anymore.
>“Number forty-five!” Nurse Redheart announces, “Number forty-five, please come to the front desk! We’ve found you a cuddle partner!
>You look around the lobby, and to your delight you see a yellow pegasus with a long and curly pink mane approaching the desk. She’s holding a piece of parchment with her number on it with one of her wings
>Her body is shaking slightly, but you can’t tell if she’s doing it nervously or excitedly. Might be a combination of both.
>”Anonymous,” Redheart says as the yellow pegasus places her paper on the desk, “I’d like you to meet Fluttershy.”
>Fluttershy smiles in greeting.
“You two know each other?”
>”Everypony knows each other in Ponyville,” Redheart answers with a chuckle. “Of course, you’re new here, so you probably haven’t had the chance to meet many new friends yet.”
“Well, I look forward to starting with you, Fluttershy.” you say, turning to the pegasus.
>She grins and blushes slightly at the compliment. You’re already off to a good start.
>”We should get you two settled in,” Redheart says. “Follow me, I’ll show you to your room.”
Yup. Having Fluttershy work there was my original plan, but
I may or may not have them pork, so I changed my mind so that this cuddle clinic wouldn't be a brothel.
>You and Fluttershy follow Nurse Redheart as she leads you down the corridor on the left of the lobby.
>”This wing of the building holds our Regular suites.” Redheart says, “They’re designed with Ponyville’s signature comfort in mind. Ah! Here we are!”
>She stops and turns to a door marked “103”. A small green tag hangs from the handle, probably to let nurses know which rooms are vacant.
>You open the door and are immediately greeted by an adorably quaint little room, not that much different from one at a hotel
>One queen-sized bed with large fluffy pillows and a big red blanket sits in its center, a table sits in the corner with two chairs by its sides and a bottle of champagne plus two glasses on top.
>The window is large enough to provide a beautiful view of Equestria’s countryside. Canterlot’s silhouette is just visible on the horizon.
>”I hope you two enjoy your stay!” Redheart says. “Happy cuddling!”
>You smile and give her a small wave as you shut the door. Turning around, you see Fluttershy already climbing up and sprawling out onto the bed.
Whatever you want it to have, baby.
This nigga gets it.
>Fluttershy hasn’t said a word to you yet, but damn, she’s clearly eager to cuddle.
>And who are you to deny her?
>You take off your shoes and climb onto the bed next to the yellow pegasus. The mattress is unbelievably comfy and the blanket is as soft as a cloud.
>”Y-you’re the human I’ve heard about,” Fluttershy says. Her voice is calm and relaxing, but she’s clearly a bit nervous.
“The one and only,” You reply, lying down beside her.
>”It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she says with a smile. “But I must admit, I didn’t think I’d be meeting you here.”
“Well, it had to happen sooner or later, right?”
>”I suppose.” She says, scooting closer towards you. “So, what brings you to the Cuddle Center?”
“Nothing in particular, to be honest.” you reply, moving closer to her. “My apartment’s getting pretty dull, and I happened to read the paper’s article about this place, so I figured I’d come give it a try.”
>”You must be so lonely, cooped up in that place all by yourself.”
“Eh, it’s not so bad once you get used to it.”
>Fluttershy spreads one of her wings and drapes it over your body, pulling herself even closer
>The feathers on her wings are like those of an angel, and her fur is even softer than the blanket you two are lying on
>She’s lying right next to you now. You can feel her chest rising and falling as she breathes.
“What about you?” You ask, returning the embrace. “What brings you here?”
>The mare sighs. “I just needed a break from the stress of work. I raise all sorts of woodland critters, and they can cause a lot of chaos.”
“Woodland critters? How many are we talking about, here?” you ask, beginning to rub her back
>”A big variety.” she answers. “Turtles, beavers, chipmunks, all sorts of birds. Even a bear!”
“A bear? A little cub?”
>”No sir! A fully grown bear!”
“He must stir up quite a lot of trouble.”
>”Mr. Bear? Oh, he wouldn’t hurt a fly! Now, my Angel Bunny? He’s a different story.”
“A bunny named Angel who acts like a little devil? Kind of ironic, don’t you think?”
>”Yes, but he’s an adorable baby and I love him with all my heart.”
“It’s nice to hear you care so much for your little critters, but something doesn’t seem right.”
>”What might that be?”
“Well, it just seems kind of odd that you’d name a little devil Angel, when a name like that should be reserved for someone else.”
>you tighten the embrace and place a small kiss on the tip of Fluttershy’s muzzle
“...someone like you.”
this shit is worse than reddit
why the fuck do i even come here
op looked promising, but then it turned into a erp bull shit session, fuck this gay board
>>Fluttershy spreads one of her wings and drapes it over your body, pulling herself even closer
I HAVE A BURNING NEED
You lucky son of a bitch. I will find you and I will cuddle that plushie.
>Fluttershy, clearly appreciative of the compliment, returns the favor by kissing the tip of your nose.
>”Thank you.” she says, her brilliant turquoise eyes shining brightly as she smiles at you.
>She ends her embrace of your torso and turns her body around to face the window.
>It takes a moment for you to realize what’s going on, but you figure it out soon enough: the two of you are spooning.
>You take a quick sniff of her hair. Her gorgeous pink mane smells ever so slightly like chamomile.
>As her calming scent caresses your nostrils, you feel something push against your crotch.
>It quickly dawns you that it’s not her tail… it’s her rear-end.
>Boner status: initiating launch sequence.
>Though she may have turned to face away from you, her body still lies within your arms, so you begin to rub her belly.
>She lets out a soft but cute laugh as she begins wiggling her butt back and forth against your waist
>Ignition is on. T-Minus ten seconds until lift-off.
>”You know, Anonymous,” she says. “being here in your arms is lovely, but would you mind if we…”
>Her movements begin getting slightly faster and more circular in motion.
>5… 4… 3… 2…
>”...make this day even better?”
>Faster than you thought humanly possible, you jump from the bed and shut the blinds of the window.
>You practically tear your clothes to shreds as you take them off and throw them to the floor.
>You don’t even bother untying your shoes, you just rip them off of your feet
>With a terminal erection sticking out of your underwear like Pinocchio’s telling one hell of a lie, you climb back onto the bed
>Fluttershy is now facing the wall, her awaiting vagina in full view beneath her tail
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
>”Anonymous,” she answers. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
>Alright. Here goes nothing.
>You remove your underwear, toss them near the rest of your clothing, and move closer to Fluttershy
>Her winking pussy seems to be begging you to breach its defenses. It’s calling out with a need: a need for you.
>You take a deep breath, and plunge your shaft into her.
I know it feels rushed, but it's getting late and I want to finish this story, otherwise we'd have to wait until late tomorrow and I'm not sure the thread is going to make it until then. I was afraid this cuddle-clinic would come off as a whore house, but I guess that's what I get when I try to rush something.
I'll probably rework this story at some point in the future, but right now I need to finish it up for you guys, despite how rushed it may be.
Let's go with Love Hotel.
>Holy. Fucking. Shit.
>The sheer tightness and moistness of her vagina nearly makes you release, but you haven’t done anything good to her yet.
>You thrust in and out of the pegasus, her tight pussy suckling at your member
>”O-ohhh... “ she moans. “M-more…”
>You bend forward and wrap your arms around her body, holding her in a tight squeeze
“M-more! More!” she begs
>Her juices continue to flow around your ever-hardening shaft.
>Thrust after thrust, you continue pumping until you feel the dam begin to crack.
“N-no… I-I need t-to…”
>You break the embrace and forcefully rotate Fluttershy onto her back, stopping your motions only for a short moment.
“I need t-to see you…” you pant. “I need to s-see your face.”
>Slowly, you regain your lost speed, and the breach in the hull only worsens
>Her eyes are closed, but her mouth is wide open with a tremendous smile. She knows what’s coming
>You try your damnedest to keep thrusting, but your dick can only take so much.
hes going to cum inside the most fertile mare
>”D-don’t say it. J-just d-do it!” she demands.
>Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the dam bursts, and you yell as you begin filling Fluttershy with your luxurious seed.
>A tremendous explosion of jizz rushes forth from your dick and into her hungry pussy
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh…” she moans
>You bend over and wrap your arms around Fluttershy’s body, continuing to thrust as you begin a new embrace.
>”D-don’t stop…” she says.
“I-I won’t. Not until it’s… it’s…”
>You let out another large moan as a second wave of cum escapes into her love canal.
>For what seems like an eternity, you keep thrusting until it finally feels like you’ve finished.
>You slide your dick out of her vagina and lie adjacent to her. Some of your unreleased juice splashes onto her fur.
>”I c-came here to be cuddled… but… that was fantastic.” she says
>You don’t say a word. Instead, the two of you lean in towards one another for a kiss.
>Your tongues, interlocked in a dance the likes of which has never been seen, caress one another as you and Fluttershy fall into a deep trance of love.
>Several hours later, the two of you leave the room side-by side.
>Nurse Redheart waves goodbye as you both depart from the Cuddle Center, or, as you now call it, the Love Hotel.
>You and Fluttershy have scheduled a picnic date for sometime next week. You can only hope it goes as well as tonight did.
>Oh, who are you kidding? You know it will.
Rushed as fuck/My first time writefagging in ages, but I hope you all enjoyed. I'll make a pastebin sometime tomorrow if you'd like, but now, I'm off to bed.
>>You and Fluttershy have scheduled a picnic date for sometime next week. You can only hope it goes as well as tonight did.
Story idea: Lyra is frustrated over her inability to assert her feelings for anon and gets a little depressed over it. She decides to go to the cuddle clinic and gets paired with anon. Hilarious Hijinks/deep anal fisting ensue.
we gonna get a pregnant fluttershutter on our hands
dude fuck you
/mlp/ isnt all about stories, faggot.
this is why we cant have nice things.
you could have just let this thread die a peaceful happy death, but no. you had to infect you cancerous autism with it
Literally all of /mlp/ is, is a collection of stories.
If you want an image dump, just go to derpibooru, I'll even link you the site faggot.
Go and don't return.