“Mr. Deal, this is why Pirouette and I sent you on vacation in the first place. Honestly, the cabaret can survive another day of you in bed.”

My ever-efficient secretary had spotted me before I was even fully through the office door, and had efficiently begun trying to chase me back up the stairs. No amount of protest that I was fit to work swayed Day Planner. Briefly, I considered forcing the matter, but was halted with my mouth open by one word: masseuse.

“A masseuse?” If I had a weakness, it was for a proper massage. Running a business was not the least stressful way to earn a living, and my withers were perpetually knotted. The events of the day before—both being pinned by Bruises, and the fight on the worse side of town hadn’t left me relaxed.

“Yes, Mr. Deal. I think we can justifiably pay the fee out of petty cash this time. You had quite a day yesterday, and you are right of course that the club runs best with you at work. Getting you back to work quickly is preferable; we simply can’t be reckless about your health. Take another day; I’ll make the arrangements and send the masseuse up.”

I frowned. Worrying about my health was one thing, and I had no problem with my staff arguing their case, but I wasn’t about to roll over just because my secretary ordered me to. Done Deal ran The Tall Tail, and nopony else. I set my hooves and refused to move as Day gently pushed me toward the stairs. “Now see here, Day. I could probably use a massage, and maybe another day off my hooves won’t kill me, but it’s my call to make. If I say I’m fine, then I’m fine.”

Trotting past Day Planner as she rolled her eyes, I saw Bruises sitting just out of sight of the office door—and suddenly I saw the door again, as Bruises lifted me magically, and spun me back the way I’d come, floating me up the stairs as she trailed behind. I swear Day Planner smirked as I floated past, too dismayed to object.

“Sorry boss,” came Bruises voice from behind. “Ya said my job’s ta keep everypony here safe. Day Planner said it’s not safe for you to work. Told me ta put ya back in bed if ya wouldn’t listen.” I slumped in Bruises’ magical grip, suddenly too exhausted to care.

About an hour later, as I was lying in bed, put out and considering another attempt at heading to the office, a knock came at the door. Wincing at the prospect of further lecturing from Day Planner, I called out, “Come on in.”

The mare who stepped into my bedroom, however, was not Day Planner. She shared Day’s white coat and horn, but her cyan mane and tail were long and lovely, especially compared to the stylish simplicity of Day Planner’s bob. Suddenly far more interested in the new arrival, I sat up in bed, grimacing at the pangs in my back and hips as I did.

“Stop, stop! Your secretary said you should move as little as possible, Mr. Deal!” Looking surprisingly relieved when I lay back down, the masseuse smiled warmly. “And here she said you were uncooperative.”

I stared at the ceiling to avoid staring at the masseuse. “I can be cooperative when it suits me, miss. Day Planner’s just upset because what suits me is to get back to work.”

The teasing tone of voice in the mare’s response was unmistakable. “And yet it suited you just fine to lay back down when I asked you to, Mr. Deal. Now why is that, I wonder?”

I allowed myself a smile and to look at the newcomer. Such a pale pony, but beautiful. The darkest colors on her body were in her cutie mark of hooves kneading a back, but rather than being disruptive, the effect of the splash of color was just to draw my eyes to her flank. “Perhaps because you’re here to make me feel better, instead of hurting my head.”

She had noticed my wandering eye, apparently. “Oh, is that why, Mr. Deal? And here I thought something in my tail was making you cooperative.” An ear to ear grin was revealed as she brushed her mane back from her eyes; she was having fun with me. “I’m Deep Tissue, Mr. Deal. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise. Even if you do seem to enjoy mocking the injured.” I gave Deep Tissue my best mock-offended expression. She didn’t miss a beat.

“I’m not allowed? Well then, why don’t we see about un-injuring you, Mr. Deal, so I can get back to my fun.” I liked this mare more and more every minute.

Deep Tissue gave a playful wink and stepped closer, rearing up and gently laying her hooves on my chest. Practically the instant she touched, I felt tension start sliping away. The mare was good. “Now, from what your secretary told me, your pelvis and the sacral portion of your back are what hurt worst, but loosening up the chest helps you relax, so it’ll be of benefit regardless.”

Deep’s teasing hadn’t embarrassed me at all. You can’t work with a club full of young mares and not get used to the occasional flirtatious jibe. Not knowing what she was talking about was another matter, and I blushed slightly as I asked, “My what portion?”

That ear to ear grin got just a bit toothier as Deep Tissue moved a hoof from my chest, where it’d just begun to rub, to my back, sliding it under me with an “accidental-on-purpose” rub at my plot on the way. Her voice was innocence itself, though, as she said, “Why, right here, Mr. Deal. Your back, between your pelvis and tail.”

“Playful” wouldn’t begin to describe Deep Tissue’s behavior, and as startled as I was by her flirtatious attitude, a grin of my own was forming. She wasn’t the only one who could be playful, and while the smoke within me was still rebuilding, all that meant was that I’d have to play it careful—and Deep Tissue’s flirting was going to make it that much easier.

I feigned shock, and lifted my rear away from Deep’s hoof, wincing in honest pain. Deep quickly removed the hoof and gently pressed down, looking me in the eye as she admonished me for moving. “Please, Mr. Deal, you must remain still! I’m a professional, after all.” Her smile was simultaneously reassuring and predatory. If she only knew.

Smoke formed around my hind legs as Deep Tissue delivered her gentle rebuke, and gently swirled up her foreleg, around her neck, and found its home in her ears. Wispy and insubstantial, the smoke wasn’t what it had been in the past. I just didn’t have it in me to make any shocking demands. Nonetheless, I could see the change in her expression and the dimming of the light in her eyes. There was a slightly distracted tone to her voice. I just had to make what I wanted seem reasonable.

“I’m sorry, Deep Tissue; you startled me, that’s all. I’ll let you get to work making me feel good.” If the slight emphasis I placed on the last two words seemed out of place to her, she gave no sign of it, and smiled back at me calmly.

“Yes. I’ll get started here.” Deep slid her left hoof from where it had pressed me into the bed back to my chest, never noticing the smoke coiled around it. Her gentle rubbing didn’t live up to her name, but while I enjoyed a good massage, I knew far too little to correct a professional. I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed her work—for a bit.

“Ah, that feels lovely, Deep Tissue… but I guess I’m a little nervous. My hind legs have gone tense.” I looked away as I spoke, as if ashamed. If she had fun teasing and toying with her clients, where was the harm in letting her think she had me where she wanted me? She took the bait just as I’d hoped.

“Poor dear. I was just about done with your torso anyway. Why don’t I slide on down and work that out before we roll you over, hm?” As tantalizingly as she possibly could, Deep Tissue slid her hooves from my chest, past my waist, and to my upper thighs, where she began to knead. The mare was a professional of course, and knew honest tension when she felt it. “Mr. Deal… you wouldn’t be clenching muscles just because you want your thighs rubbed, now would you?” There was no hint of annoyance in Deep Tissue’s voice. Either the smoke was keeping her content, or she truly didn’t mind. Either way, I was happy. It put me that much closer to what I wanted.

I continued to look away. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Deep Tissue’s hooves made whatever she touched feel fantastic. If I could get her to touch what I wanted, I was more than content to let her play her little games, especially since she didn’t realize I was cheating.

The smile in Deep Tissue’s voice was clear; I didn’t need to be looking at her to know it was there. “I’m sure you don’t, Mr. Deal.” She still thought she was toying with me, and that suited me fine—right up until my shaft started to stiffen, and I felt Deep Tissue pause in surprise.

For the first time, Deep Tissue’s voice didn’t sound so catty. “Ah!” I struggled to eek out just a bit more smoke, to make it just a touch denser. The last thing I wanted was for Deep Tissue to get spooked and walk away. The smoke snaking up her foreleg and into her ears darkened just a shade, far less than I wanted, and I wasn’t remotely confident it would be as much as I needed. “Well, somepony’s enjoying my work…” Deep Tissue started to rub my thighs again, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It had been enough.

I allowed myself a peek at Deep Tissue’s face. The blush against her pale coat made her even more attractive than she’d been a moment before, but she didn’t actually look embarrassed—Deep Tissue was getting turned on. “You did say you were going to make me feel good.”

The extra smoke I’d struggled to use slowed Deep Tissue just a tiny bit. The playfulness had returned to her voice, but she seemed to be just a bit drowsy. Not enough to even notice, really, if not for how chipper she’d been initially. “I did indeed, Mr. Deal.” Deep leaned a bit farther over my legs, and her long, cyan mane brushed gently over my growing shaft, tickling it with an unbearable lightness. I gasped despite myself, but with my face still turned away, I smiled. That had to have been the smoke. If I used a light touch with her, I’d get what I wanted.

Deep Tissue was making a point of moving her head, dragging strands of her mane over my dick and balls. “Now then, time to work on the problem at the source, Mr. Deal.” Suddenly, Deep lifted her head, and the pleasure, light as it was, ended instantly. “Roll over, please.”

I was too shocked to keep up my shy act and looked at her in disbelief. Deep Tissue had the toothiest, most sinister smile I’d ever seen on a pony’s face, and somehow she looked all the more enticing for it. Smoke or no smoke, the mare was toying with me! There was no way I could force her hoof yet; I didn’t have the power for it. Resigned, I rolled over, wincing at the hurts in my back as I did.

My fully engorged shaft got in the way, acting like a tripod, and Deep Tissue giggled at my expense before calmly reaching forward and pulling it back, to rest between my legs as I lay down. “More sudden stiffness. Well, that’s just going to have to wait, Mr. Deal. We’ve delayed your poor back too long already.” I groaned into my pillow, and it was most certainly not because of the massage Deep was beginning on my aching back.

“Now then… I wouldn’t have to do this with a proper massage table, Mr. Deal, but your bed doesn’t really give me the leverage I need. Please just relax.” With no more warning than that, Deep Tissue crawled up onto the bed, straddling my lower back! “Don’t worry, I won’t put any pressure down here.” She flicked her tail, running it across my lower back and my own tail. Without even thinking about it, I pulled my tail out of the way, allowing hers to touch my ass, and even a bit of my still-hard penis if she moved her tail again—and she did.

“I’m going to start high and work my way down, Mr. Deal. This is where the real massage begins, so let me know if I’m too rough, but it is a therapeutic massage; if I’m too gentle, it’s not going to help.” I nodded into my pillow, and Deep Tissue’s hooves went from the light touch of a pegasus’ wing to the heavy weight of an earth pony’s hoof in an instant. I groaned. Deep Tissue sounded satisfied. “That sounds like the right amount of pressure.”

Deep kneaded the stiffness and ache out of my withers, all the while teasing my ass and cock with her tail as if it were part of the job. The real pain was much lower, but despite her heavy hooves and my groaning, she was working absolute magic on my back, and I was in no mood to rush her. That the teasing of my shaft with her tail had gotten more deliberate might have have helped my willingness to take it slow. With her straddling my back, I couldn’t really look, but the mental image of the bright white mare straddling my back was erotic enough. Having that beautiful cyan mane dangling down near enough to smell the lavender from her shampoo made that willingness to go slow a battle between desire and caution. I’ve said it already, but the mare knew what she was doing.

The swishing of her tail over my shaft continued, and covered more and more of it as she worked her way down my back, her mane lightly stroking my spine as she moved. At last, she came to the hurt areas in my lower back, and had to get off of me to tend them. Rather than move to either side, Deep Tissue slid my hind legs apart, and gently lowered herself directly onto my hard shaft! Lying as I was, I didn’t enter her, but her soft, and to my delight, wet sex pressed against my dick, kissing it softly with her lower lips. I inhaled sharply with surprise and pleasure, but she continued to play her game with aplomb.

“Yes, a good massage really does feel nice, doesn’t it?” A good massage nothing! Each time Deep Tissue leaned forward to apply pressure to my back, her pussy slid up my rod, making me tremble, and each time she moved back, her lips spread around my girth, slid toward my tip and I gasped. Deep was methodically sliding me closer and closer to the edge each time she worked out a bit of tension in my back. As my arousal grew, the room began to smell of hers, reminding me that I wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

I was far too distracted to keep playing the shy client. Putty under her hooves, I groaned, “You really love making me feel good, don’t you?”

“Love… making you feel… Of course I do, Mr. Deal! It is my job and my pleasure.” Deep Tissue pressed her sex against mine a bit more firmly and began to slide faster, despite being out of time with her massage. After another startled gasp of pleasure I remembered: the effect was very light, but the smoke was still flowing into her. The distant, hazy start of her reply was probably that. I reveled in the pleasure her soaked sex was causing with each movement of her body, and the near-painful pleasure of the massage was an amazing balance. Torn between gasping and moaning, I lay helpless beneath the beautiful mare, who was herself at least partially helpless under the smoke. She rubbed lower on my back, not stopping where the pain did, but kneading my ass as she ground against my rod, pushing me farther and farther into the bliss of pleasure and torment of denied release.

As I approached my limit, despite never entering the mare, Deep’s voice poked through the haze into which she’d put me. “This… needs a gentler touch.” As I struggled to get my thoughts together enough to figure out what she meant, I felt my tail brushed aside, and something press against my ass, directly below the tail—immediately before something warm, wet, and soft brushed against my asshole itself.

Startled, I pushed myself up just a bit, only to have Deep Tissue press down on my back. “Please relax, Mr. Deal. It’s alright. I love making you feel good.” Her voice came from right where I thought she was, and before I could object, her tongue brushed against my asshole once again, just teasing the rim. No longer in any position to slide along my cock, Deep Tissue used both hooves to keep it hard as she buried her muzzle under my tail and teased me with the lightest of licks, swirling her tongue where I’d never even thought to feel pleasure before. I sank back into my bed and let Deep Tissue continue. With my stallionhood lubricated by her juices, her hooves slid up and down easily, each stroke shooting waves of pleasure up the shaft, while her tongue kept me gasping into my pillow from new sensations all together.

As startled as I’d been when she licked at my pucker in the first place, I was even more surprised when the teasing stopped, and Deep Tissue pressed her tongue firmly against my anus—and in. The slow jerking of my cock never stopped and the pleasure never flagged, but all I could think of was the shock of Deep Tissue’s tongue, soft and firm, moving around inside me. I grasped my pillow tight, and began to moan feebly, as one of my legs started to twitch of its own accord. After a few seconds, Deep Tissue began thrusting her tongue into me in time with the motion of her hooves on my cock. I trembled with pleasure, and my penis began to twitch, ready to blow. She stopped.

Gasping for breath, Deep Tissue came up from her position, and for once, her voice wasn’t teasing. “Mr. Deal… I… please roll back over. I need it too!” The mare had me at her mercy, but getting me there had been Pyrrhic. I had half a thought to egg her on, but before I knew it, I was rolling underneath her as she once again straddled me, this time face up. I needed release far too badly to delay or tease, and mercifully, Deep was no less eager. Straddling high above me, she turned away, lowering herself onto my shaft, with her gorgeous flanks facing me. I groaned and shuddered as I sank deep inside of her long since ready tunnel, and clutched both of her flanks eagerly as she began to rock.

Slowly at first, Deep Tissue rode my rod, only letting an inch slide in and out, greedily keeping as much of me inside of her as she could. Her sweet voice betrayed pleasure I couldn’t see from behind, though, and only the first few thrusts were so timid. Before long, Deep Tissue was slipping halfway up my rod before dropping hastily back down, positively splashing her wetness each time, but always mindful of my still tender pelvis. She grew steadily louder as she accelerated, biting her lip to keep her pleasured cries from reaching down to my office, and slowly she leaned back, turning her thrusts horizontal as she lay her head on my shoulder. I began to fuck her back, thrusting up into her vagina, prodding at the back wall, and earning gasps of pleasure from the mare who’d caused me so many already. With her flat against my chest, I wrapped my forelegs around her, holding her tight, and she lifted hers around the back of my head in an awkward embrace.

Tangled, the sex lost its coordination, making up for it with passion and force. Deep’s mane bounced all around and I bit gently at her ears, and licked at her neck, pushing her past where trying to stay quiet made any difference. As Deep Tissue tightened her backward embrace, pulling us cheek to cheek, she slammed down roughly, my pelvis be damned, and screamed her pleasure. My seed poured into her in gouts, and I panted, running my forelegs up and down Deep Tissue’s chest and stomach, holding her tight against me. We lay together, panting, smiling, and even gently rubbing cheeks, until exhaustion claimed us both.

I awoke with a groan to the sound of Day Planner’s voice and the orange afternoon sunlight filtering through my window. Deep Tissue was gone, but not as if she’d never been there. My body was covered in the evidence of our pleasure, and exposed plainly for all to see: Day Planner with obvious amusement, and Bright Jade and Bruises with wistful sidelong glances—the same expression I might have for a business opportunity I’d missed. None of the three mares looked accusing, though, and I forced myself to relax, reminding myself that all three of those mares had seen everything, and had everything, before.

Day Planner spoke first, a hint of a smile on her prim face. “Feeling better, I assume, Mr. Deal?” For a mare so obsessed with efficiency, Day Planner had a soft spot for rhetorical questions. Bright Jade was too busy silently discouraging Bruises from reaching for my still-deflating stallionhood to speak.

“I would say so, Day. I feel like a million bits. I’ve got to admit, I needed this, and you got me somepony fantastic for the massage. Why don’t you put her on a weekly schedule if she’s interested? Maybe keep the stress down and the energy up.”

Day nodded, her smile shifting into a bit more of a smirk. “That won’t be a problem, sir. Actually, she’s in need of regular work in town, and I seem to recall you wanting to expand. What would you say about opening a small massage parlor, a few blocks from here? Deep Tissue was… released from employment in Hoofington for being a bit flirtatious with the customers, but I don’t see that as a problem here. I’ve already checked the accounts. Opening the parlor would be a reasonably large investment, but not unmanageable.”

I raised an eyebrow and peered at Day Planner as Bruises gently swatted a hoof Jade had begun to put toward my junk. “Day, you’re being almost as catty as that masseuse! This is a bit beyond efficient, even for you. I don’t mind you presenting opportunities, but entire new businesses is just a bit above your pay scale, don’t you think? What aren’t you telling me?”

Day Planner clopped a hoof on the ground twice, and Deep Tissue trotted back into the room, freshened up and smiling brilliantly. “You’ll have to forgive her, Mr. Deal. Day Planner’s far more serious than I am, especially the last few weeks, but she still likes to play once in a while. Runs in the family, you know.”

I looked back to Day Planner, blinking in surprise. Calm as could be, and a perfect mirror of Deep Tissue’s feigned innocence earlier, Day gestured to Deep Tissue. “Mr. Deal, I’d like to introduce my little sister.”

I sank back into the pillow, hoof on face, completely defeated. A massage parlor opened down the street, two weeks later.

Author's Note

The next thing I post won't be part of Smoke, but rather will be an MC themed, sexual fairy tale! Watch my blog for the announcement; I mean to have it up sooner than later--but with me, that means little.