Couch cuddles

 

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A year ago magical, talking ponies arrived on earth, dropping out of magical portals all over the planet. Interviews with ponies have revealed that a magical disaster had struck their world and evacuating to another world was the only option, with no way to get back. An estimated 417 million drowned in the ocean, leaving several hundred million alive on land. As the countries of Earth were experiencing a global food shortage in addition to an already existing refugee crisis, a global economic depression, and an armed conflict was underway that could turn into world war 3, the nations of the world could not afford to care for the pony refugees. The solution was simple, practical, and cruel. Humanity once again instituted a system of chattel slavery, enslaving the ponies and selling them to businesses and private individuals. The law does not permit ponies to own property, nor be emancipated. Pegasus ponies have wings and can fly with the aid of their magic, despite their wings being too small to generate enough lift. Earth ponies are twice as strong as would be expected for their size and have an endurance that nearly equals that of a human. Unicorns have a small spiral horn on their head that glows when they use magic, though most are limited to weak telekinisis and spells suited to their talents, interests, and jobs. All ponies have a limited ability to manipulate objects and use tools with their hooves thanks to magic, but most prefer to use telekinisis or their dextrous mouth and lips. Ponies almost never wear clothes except for when practicality demands it. Most ponies are friendly by nature, but the reality of slavery has worn many of them down. Pony slaves are expensive, most costing as much as a good used car or small house, the exception being ponies that have a history of disobedience or similar unwanted behaviours. Recaptured runaways aren't valued much, or trusted, and can be bought for as little as a few hundred dollars. Most runaways get bought up by companies looking for cheap, disposable labor for hard, dangerous, or monotonous work, or all three. Most humans find the comparetively large heads and eyes combined with a pony's small size to be cute. The most common reasons for a private individual to buy a pony are sex (27.2%), household chores (14.9%), childcare (4.6%), companionship (2.7%), gardening (1.7%), the rest being miscellaneous tasks.

 

This story takes place in the United States of America, where ponies are bought and sold by their hundreds each day.

 

Cream Filling is a 27 year old unicorn mare that used to work as a baker before the disaster and is rather plump as a result. She's opinionated and foul-mouthed, which has gotten her in trouble with her previous owners and she has the scars to prove it, though most of them can't be seen under her coat. Her favorite color is purple. She's an avid fan of hoofball, the Fillydelphia Flyers being her hometeam, though of course Fillydelphia, along with its hoofball arena, is gone now, lost in the same disaster that claimed the rest of her world. She was married years before her world was claimed by ruinstorms and wandering abominations, but they didn't have the chemistry and the marriage fell apart, though the parting was amiable.

 

Lucas is a 34 year old man working a dead-end job as a cashier at the local grocery store, with no prospects and no great hope for the future. Before he spent his free time hanging out with his stoner friends, masturbating by his cheap desktop computer to videos from pornhub, shitposting on 4chan, or sitting in his run-down apartment on his ratty couch, smoking his bong and watching Russian fail compilations on youtube. Since the ponies arrived he has done the same things, but he also added one thing to his routine; Every Saturday he walks a beat around the city, using public transport when required, combing through the various scummy slave auctions that are actually within his price range. Well, slightly beyond his price range, but he's saved up money and each Saturday he's sure that he'll find some pony with a low enough price, though he hasn't so far. He's seen the porn videos, the ones with ponies and their owners. Some ponies enjoying themselves, some not, all of it hot as hell. He has no idea what it is about them, maybe it's the swishing tail perfectly hiding the treasure underneath, just revealing the barest glimpses as it swishes back and forth as they walk, or even just when they're stand there, while at the same time it's adding just a litte special something to the view of the rump, maybe it's the boobs, the tiny teats positioned between their hind legs rather than on their chest like a human, just a quarter of a handful on most ponies, maybe it's those large, beautiful soulful eyes, or maybe the cute little muzzle, or their little hoovsies. Whatever it is, he likes it and ponies gets his engine veritably roaring. The first time he walked behind a mare that was swishing her tail just a bit more than most and saw that, oblong, plump pony vulva, with it's slight shine despite being dry, he got hard and had to sit down on a park bench and curl up slightly to hide it until it went down. It had none of those meatflaps dangling from it like a human vulva, the labia minoris. Pony vulvas were neat, plump and juicy looking, elongated ovals instead of looking like a barely healed axe wound as a human vulva does. And in the videos he'd seen they way they flexed when aroused or stimulated, winking at you, the clit popping out and spreading the plump lips wide, but not wide enough to see the entrance to the vagina, before popping back in after a moment. He'd seen the way their clits would rub against the shaft when the vulva winks.

 

Today he's drifting between the various pens containing the ponies at one of the slightly more reputable slave auctions, each miniature white picket fence holding an equine in better or worse spirits. Some seem to be staring into the distance, some are weeping quietly, some are watching him right back, warily, though most just seem to be conversing quietly with a neighbor or resting, with an ear perked to heard when a prospective customer stops by their pen.

 

On one of the pens the yellow sticky note by the flimsy gate says "Cream Filling." Sitting on her haunches, eating some hay, is a purple unicorn mare with a dirty, matted coat and mud caked hooves. Seeing him looking at her she stands up and walks to the gate.

 

"Hey there big guy. My name's Cream Filling. What's your name?"

 

Lucas looks her up and down, not really sure what to say. She's not really his type, being too plump and too old, but she's the cheapest pony he's seen all day. Just barely within his price range, actually.

 

"Uhh, I'm Lucas."

 

Cream Filling sticks her hoof through the gate and shakes his hand.

 

"Pleased to meet you Lucas. So, looking for a pony today?"

 

Lucas nods, not really sure what else to do.

 

"Yeah, I think so."

 

Cream Filling smiles, revealing a few missing teeth.

 

"Great! I hope you'll consider me. I used to be a baker, so I know my way around a kitchen. I can also clean, do laundry, and I'm pretty good with kids. I can even do a few tricks, if you're into that sort of thing."

 

Lucas looks her over again, then nods.

 

"Okay, I'll take you."

 

He takes out his wallet and hands the auctioneer the money. The auctioneer hands him the leash and he attaches it to her collar.

 

"Enjoy your new pony."

 

Lucas and Cream Filling walk out of the pen and head towards the exit.

 

They catch a bus heading to the area of the city where he lives. The bus is crowded and they have to stand. A few people give them dirty looks, but most just ignore them. Cream Filling doesn't seem to mind, though Lucas is getting more and more nervous the longer they stand there.

 

Finally they get off the bus and walk the rest of the way to his apartment. It's not much, just a one room efficiency in a run-down apartment complex, but it's home.

 

Lucas unlocks the door and they walk in. He closes the door behind him and Cream Filling looks around.

 

"This is it?"

 

Lucas nods, feeling a bit embarrassed.

 

"Yeah, sorry, it's not much."

 

Cream Filling smiles and walks over to the couch, flopping down on it.

 

"It's perfect! I'm just happy to have a roof over my head."

 

Lucas nods, understanding how she feels. He's not really sure what to do now, so he just stands there awkwardly.

 

Cream Filling looks up at him and pats the couch next to her.

 

"Come sit down, we can get to know each other better."

 

Lucas nods and sits down next to her. He's not really sure what to say, so he just sits there awkwardly for a few moments before Cream Filling speaks up.

 

"So, what do you do for a living?"

 

Lucas sighs, then tells her about his job at the grocery store. Cream Filling listens patiently, then nods.

 

"That sounds like a tough job. I'm glad I don't have to do that."

 

Lucas nods, then looks down at his hands. He's not really sure what to say next, so he just sits there awkwardly for a few moments before Cream Filling speaks up again.

 

"So, what do you like to do for fun?"

 

Lucas shrugs, then tells her about his hobbies, such as they are. Cream Filling listens patiently, then nods.

 

"That sounds like fun. I'm glad you have hobbies that you enjoy."

 

Lucas nods, then looks down at his hands again. He's not really sure what to say next, so he just sits there awkwardly for a few moments before Cream Filling speaks up yet again.

 

"So, do you have a girlfriend?"

 

Lucas shakes his head, then tells her about his failed relationships. Cream Filling listens patiently, then nods.

 

"That sounds like it was tough. I'm glad you're doing better now."

 

Lucas nods, then looks down at his hands again. He's not really sure what to say next, so he just sits there awkwardly for a few moments before Cream Filling speaks up for the fourth time.

 

"So, do you have any other questions for me?"

 

Lucas looks up at her, then shakes his head.

 

"No, I don't think so."

 

Cream Filling nods, then stands up.

 

"Well, I'm going to bed now. It was nice meeting you, Lucas."

 

Lucas nods, then stands up as well.

 

"Yeah, you too, Cream Filling."

 

Cream Filling walks over to the bed and climbs in, then Lucas walks over to the door and unlocks it. He opens it and looks out into the hallway, then turns back to her.

 

"Goodnight."

 

"Goodnight."

 

Lucas closes the door and locks it, then remembers that he only has one room, one bed, and he's standing outside his apartemnt. He opens the door and walks back in.

 

"Um, sorry, I forgot that I only have one bed."

 

Cream Filling smiles and pats the bed.

 

"It's okay, you can sleep in here with me."

 

Lucas nods, then walks over to the bed and climbs in. He turns off the light and lays down, then Cream Filling scoots over and lays her head on his chest. He puts his arm around her and they fall asleep.

 

The next day Lukas wakes up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. He rubs his eyes and sits up, then sees that Cream Filling is already up and making breakfast at the kitchen corner, where the sink and hotplate is.

 

"Good morning, Cream Filling."

 

Cream Filling smiles and puts a plate of pancakes in front of him.

 

"Good morning, Lucas. I hope you like pancakes."

 

Lucas nods and starts to eat. They're really good.

 

"These are great, thank you."

 

Cream Filling smiles and sits down next to him. They eat in silence for a few minutes before she speaks up.

 

"So . . . You haven't exactly given me any orders. You know, slave and all."

 

Lucas shrugs, then looks down at his hands. He's not really sure what to say, so he just sits there awkwardly for a few moments before Cream Filling speaks up again.

 

"I mean, I can just do whatever I want and you're just going to sit there and take it, right? You're not even going to fuck me?"

 

Lucas' eyes widen and he looks up at her, then shakes his head.

 

"No! I mean, I don't know, I haven't really thought about it," he lies as images of late nights flash through his mind.

 

Cream Filling shrugs, then stands up. She walks over to him and sits in his lap, facing him.

 

"Well, maybe you should start thinking about it, because I'm starting to think that you don't really want me here."

 

Lucas shakes his head and wraps his arms around her.

 

"No, I do want you here, I'm just not sure what to do with you."

 

Cream Filling smiles and wraps her arms around his neck.

 

"Well, maybe I can help you with that."

 

Lucas nods, then leans in and kisses her.

 

Then the door rattles in it's frame as a loud knocking is heard followed by a louder voice.

 

"YO, LUKE SKYWANKER, OPEN THE DOOR FAG! DID YOU FORGET WHAT DAY IT IS OR SOMETHING?"

 

The door continues to rattel as the pounding continues. Lucas breaks the kiss and stands up, then walks to the door and unlocks it. He opens it and is immediately tackled to the ground by a large man.

 

"Ey, faglord, what the hell took you so long?!" The man proceeds to stand up, effortlessly hauling Lucas up along with him a placing him neatly on his feet. He then slaps him hard enough on the back that Lucas nearly falls over again.

 

"You little fuck a luck leprechaun, what pot of gold did you find to pay for that?" the man say, pointing a finger at Cream Filling, who quirks an eyebrow back at him.

 

Lucas dusts himself off and closes the door to the apartment.

 

"Luck's just it, Steve. Just happend to be just the right price."

 

Steve proceeds to plop himself down on the couch, then leans forward, digs around in his back pocket, and flings a small bag at Lucas.

 

"Some primo green, right there. The devil's own weed. It'll get you so stoned you'll think you had a date with Medusa. Get out the bong, man, it's time to party!"

 

Lucas nods and walks over to the kitchen corner, then takes out the bong and starts to fill it with water from the sink.

 

"Hey, Cream Filling, this is my buddy Steve. Steve, this is Cream Filling."

 

Steve looks her up and down, then whistles appreciatively.

 

"Damn, man, you hit the jackpot! Where'd you find her?"

 

Lucas shrugs as he packs the bowl with weed.

 

"Just one of those slave auctions. I got lucky."

 

Steve nods, then leans back on the couch.

 

"Yeah, you did."

 

Lucas sits down in the middle of the couch, next to Steve, and waves for Cream to come over, patting the seat next to him. She saunters over and sits down, snuggling in close as he puts his arm around her.

 

Lucas lights the bowl and takes a hit, then passes it to Steve. Steve takes a hit, then passes it to Cream. Cream looks at it for a moment, then takes a hit. She starts coughing and her eyes water, but she takes another hit. Then another. And another. Then she's coughing so hard she can't stop.

 

Lucas and Steve look at each other for a moment, then they both start laughing. Hard. They laugh so hard that they both fall off the couch onto the floor, still laughing. Cream just sits there on the couch, looking at them as they laugh themselves silly on the floor.

 

Finally they both calm down and sit up. They look at each other and start laughing again, then they both look at Cream. She's still just sitting there, looking at them.

 

"Are you alright?"

 

Cream nods, then smiles.

 

Steve gives her a thumbs up.

 

"That was gnarly," he says before getting up and getting back on the couch.

 

Lucas stands up and sits next to Cream. He takes the bong and puts it away, then he looks at her.

 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

 

Cream nods, then she leans over and kisses him. Then she stands up and walks over to Steve.

 

"Hey there, big guy. My name's Cream Filling. What's your name?"

 

Steve snorts, then starts laughing.

 

"Shit's sure as shit strong, but this is the real world, not Reefer Madness," he say before booping her nose.

 

Cream giggles and sits down next to him, then she rests her head on his chest and falls asleep.

 

They both look at her. Then they look at each other. They shrug, then they both lay down and fall asleep as well.

 

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And so we reach the limits of the AI's working memory. Cheerio.