Background Pony Cuddle Simulator

by Player 4


Parasol

"...Parasol!"

Suddenly, probably less than a second after you sounded off that name, you feel yourself get knocked down to the ground fairly hard-and-fast. Upon regaining yourself and looking up, you can see a certain yellow pony with a purple mane already covering your field of vision.

"Yay!", she beams loudly in your face. "I so wanted to be your cuddle buddy tonight!"

After hearing that, it didn't matter to you that she bulleted at you like Pinkie Pie would, or that you were laying on the ground. You can only giggle at how happy you've just made this pony.

"Let's go to my sleeping bag!", she says, jumping away from you and running to that area, leaving you behind.

Well. Looks like I've chosen one of the playful ones.

You lift yourself back onto your feet and walk in her direction, to a spot in the northeast section of the room. You get a glimpse of Parasol's sleeping bag, which is a light pastel pink in color. Interesting choice, as she has not a trace of that color on her body.

"Come on in!", Parasol says excitedly, peeking out from under her sleeping bag. You didn't even notice her getting in; wow, she was nimble! A lot like Pinkie Pie in that regard too!

You join her for your awaited session, and inside of her sleeping bag, after you had quietly laid yourself on your back, Parasol surprises you by flipping over onto your front side and wrapping you in another tight hug. "Now this is what I call a sleepover!", she exclaims.

Her adorable playfulness is almost too much for your heart to bear. You felt yourself succumbing to a cuteness attack, about to go dark, but then you remember there's an easy way to balance things out. You simply boop her nose, and your mind focuses on her response.

Parasol giggles and boops you back, and you turn it around yet again. A fourth boop never came, though, and after a moment of brewing silence, where you could feel something about to explode, she falls down back onto the bottom of the sleeping bag, in a fit of laughter.

"Looks like I ended up choosing the silly pony.", you say, twisting over your body to the side and booping her nose again. She really is acting a lot like Pinkie Pie, and you were ready to only add to the fun.

After the sleeping bag vibrates with laughter from the two of you, you finally felt your breathing catch and your ability to carry out your normal cuddle routine restored.

"So, Parasol, in a bed-sharing setting, what kinds of things make you happy?"

Her cheeks go pink; your question may have brought out something she has difficulty speaking about. But she's determined to receive this happiness-inducing fun, so she pushes herself and tells you.

"T-Tickling makes me happy.", Parasol says. She clearly was embarrassed; her blush grows darker and her speech stops in its tracks.

"Do you... want me to tickle you?", you ask her.

Parasol's cheeks darken even further, to the point of redness, and she holds a hoof up to her mouth. "...Y...yes.", she struggles to say.

Nothing daunting for you, though.

"Ah, no need to be embarrassed, Parasol!", you reassure. "I can tickle you."

Parasol giggles in her worries being utterly wrong. "Thanks.", she says, rolling over to lay on her back. "Your choice on what to do."

Ah, so she's putting her experience here up to fate. And the decider of that fate was none other than you. Sporting a fate-carrier grin, you spread out your fingers and move them towards the bottom of her right hoof. "Tickle tickle!", you tease, running your index and middle fingers in the center.

"Heeheehee!", Parasol laughs. "I-I'm ticklish the-he-re!"

"You sure are." You transfer your current technique to her left hind hoof, then you do the same to the right simultaneously with your other hand, all while bombarded by that chasm of cute laughing.

You then move your hand up to her right side, still using the finger-tickling method, which you plan to use the whole way through.

"Ah! Hahahaha! It ti-i-ckles!", she laughs, as your hand perfectly operates in tickle mode all over her side, up and down.

Good results going, you make it even better by simultaneously tickling her left side, causing her laughing to become louder.

"Eep! Hahaha! You-hu-re intense!"

One more run. After the sides, you place a hand on Parasol's tummy and start tickling her there, for the final act. This also reveals her figure; she seems to be among the more plump and squishy ponies.

"Haha! Heehee!", she laughs out.

You laugh back, feeling the environment too. Playful tickling, powered by a cuddle session, was something you couldn't ever decline.

After a couple seconds, you ease off. The laughs linger for a while, displaying how ticklish Parasol is. She breaths the rest out and plops down on her side. "Thanks.", she says. "That was fun."

You don't say anything; you just give her a mane a ruffle. You were happy to make her happy.

But now it's time for something a bit more chill, you'd say.

"So, how should we cuddle?", you ask her as you slide up beside her to lay on your side as well and look into her eyes.

"I'd like to hug you, so I wouldn't say spooning with me as the little one would be in the cards.", Parasol says.

Okay, so she specifically wants to hug you. You take that to say that a position with her in the more dominant role would be the best option.

"Okay. How about, then, I lay on my back and you lay on top of me facing down?"

"Ooh, I like that.", Parasol says, smiling. "I don't think I've ever done it before; it sounds cool!"

"Alright.", you say, rolling over onto your back. Parasol, with her Pinkie-like athleticism, climbs her back legs right on top of your legs, lifts her upper body up, then plops down onto your frontside, hugging you as tightly as she can.

This display affection from her screamed "success" to you. Parasol was practically a stranger, so you were definitely satisfied with how this first meeting was going. And you wanted to take it further.

"Can you tell me a little bit about yourself, Parasol?"

"Sure.", she agrees. She starts off with the familiar aspects.

"Well, I'm a member of the Cloudsdale Weather Team, as are most of the other pegasi in this sleepover. But I like to be in Ponyville as much as I can; I typically fly back down there after leaving work every day; my only house is in Ponyville. Pretty long commute, but it's worth it to me."

Ah, so a pony living in one city but working in another. You were rather impressed with how she can take that commute five days a week.

"As for my name and cutie mark... yeah. The reason I'm called Parasol is because I prefer to fly more slowly and make gentle landings, like a pony holding a parasol would. Then, I like parasols in general. I have a large collection of them."

Ah-ha! Cool origin story she has there!

"As I'm sure I displayed here, I love being affectionate with others. Cuddles are my jam; I'm friends with Sprinkle Medley and we cuddle almost every time we meet. Oh yeah, and I like being tickled. Don't know why. I just do."

You giggle. You sure remembered that!

You gently pet Parasol's purple mane, sinking your fingers further in than your hand as you stroked up and down, introducing her to softer, more relaxing touch from a human hand.

"Purr... that feels good.", she says, being silly and using an onomatopedia for the sound of a cat, which, you're sure she would purr if she were a cat.

You move your hand over to her soft back, for more sighs in contentment and a rest of her head onto your chest.

"Thanks, H.C., for choosing me as your cuddle buddy.", she says gratefully, looking you in the eyes from her close-up, sideways view. "Like, you've given me everything I wanted here." She tightens her hug around you and again nuzzles her head into your chest out of happiness.

"No problem, Parasol.", you say, giving her mane another pet. "Also, did you know?"

"What?"

"...that you're really cute?"

She doesn't say a word; she's currently speaking through cuddles. Cuddles that she tries to tighten even further.

These cuddles were deep for you to fall asleep to them.