Tags: RyxAxLxFs, a little AxTSxL, twincest, happy ending, specifically nuru massages

“Right this way, Miss Rarity, Miss Fluttershy, Miss Twilight,” Aloe gestured them down the hall.

Rarity, her skin damp from the shower and covered in a fluffy bathrobe, hid a frown as she followed. She had been a regular of this spa for years, and liked to think that she knew her regular hosts, the twins Aloe and Lotus, like the back of each of her hands. They had always maintained a professional distance and their personas of melded entities devoted to their customers’ pleasure, beauty, and relaxation, but Rarity had caught onto the tiny details they let slip: they were both fans of jazz, but Aloe leaned towards the blues while Lotus like her music more upbeat; Lotus was a sucker for jokes and gossip, but this annoyed Aloe, who would try to reign her in; and so on.

That familiarity, built over hundreds of sessions, let her know the moment she had walked into the lobby for her regular spa date that she would not be receiving the Usual this time. She just didn’t know what instead. Twilight had been there early, looking up from her magazine with a more-eager-than-usual smile, and the twins’ behaviors were subtly off: Aloe was having difficulty looking Rarity or Fluttershy in the eye, while Lotus walked with a spring in her step. It could’ve been personal business, Rarity thought, but moods were one of the many things the twins tended to share, and she didn’t know why one would be nervous while the other was giddy.

“Now, lie down here, please, on your stomach.”

Rarity shook her head free of her thoughts, only to realize that there was something different about the massage room. Aloe was not gesturing to her usual padded table, but to a large gray inflated bed with padding for her head, like something one would see at floating on a pool, on the floor. Next to it was a wooden bowl filled with a green-tinted liquid.

“This is new,” Rarity commented, even as she moved to obey. Aloe grabbed at her bathrobe, and Rarity did not hesitate to let her pull it off. The twins—and the other girls, for that matter—had seen her nude too many times for shyness. Speaking of the other girls, she could see Fluttershy going through the same process with Lotus on another air bed and Twilight… wait, they weren’t going to provide modesty towels this time?

“This is a… special massage,” Aloe answered as Rarity stretched out on the bed and rested her chin on her crossed arms. “One that we have not given since we left Canterlot.”

“Canterlot?” Rarity repeated, though she noticed the tremor in Aloe’s voice. “You know how enamored I am with all things Canterlot.” She pouted. “Why would you keep anything from there, especially a special massage, from moi?”

“Well…” Though Aloe was entirely out of her view, Rarity could practically see her uncharacteristically twiddling her fingers. “We were afraid of a… cultural gap, but Miss Twilight convinced us to… cross it, for at least today…”

Odd, Rarity thought. She spoke as if she thought today would be the last session ever. As for Twilight, she was not on a bed like them, but seated on a plastic chair, her legs crossed, and her eyes sparking in anticipation.

Twilight noticed Rarity’s inquisitive look, and just grinned. “Oh, don’t worry about me,” she said, waving a hand. “I can wait my turn. I have a show to enjoy, after all.”

Then Rarity felt Aloe sit on her legs, close to her rear, and realized that her masseuse’s skirt and undergarments were missing.

It was at this point that she finally connected the dots and came to the conclusion she should’ve reached the moment she saw Twilight sitting in the lobby with that enigmatic smile. Sex. It kept coming back to sex with that girl. At the very least, it explained what Aloe was so nervous about. If the twins had tried surprising Rarity with this treatment some months ago, she probably would’ve responded harshly and become unable to relax with them for a long time, losing them a valuable, dedicated customer.

However, this was not some months ago. Twilight had turned her world on its head in several ways, and now, she found herself looking forwards to whatever the twins had planned. Also, Lotus’s giddiness made sense too. She let her eyes and fingers linger over her clients’ bodies for longer than her sister would, and was eager to start today’s session, as evidenced by a loud squeak from Fluttershy on her right. As for Aloe…

“I see,” Rarity announced. “Then I shan’t complain.” Then she consciously relaxed herself, breathing out and sinking her head to rest on the air bed’s pillow.

Just as she hoped, Aloe noticeably calmed down. She felt Aloe lean over, probably to grab the wooden bowl, and straighten back up. Then, there was the gel. Rarity nearly jumped at the unexpected coolness (massage oils were supposed to be heated!), but settled down as it warmed up quickly, even as Aloe drizzled more across her back. Eventually, Aloe set the bowl aside, then began spreading the slimy gel around Rarity’s body with broad strokes of her hands. The motions were frictionless, the gel letting Aloe’s palms glide from her waist all the way to her shoulders, then all the way back down, cupping her round ass, driving a gasp out of her.

Aloe froze up. The poor darling was still nervous? She needed another push. “Something wrong, Darling?” Rarity asked, wriggling her butt under Aloe’s fingers.

Aloe let out a gasp of her own, but resumed her massage, spreading the gel everywhere she could reach. When Rarity’s entire back was shiny with gel, Aloe’s hands went further, stroking her shoulders and upper arms, her sides—brushing along her breasts pressed against the air bed, drawing out an intentional moan—then further down. Aloe scooted down Rarity’s legs to cover them, occasionally reaching over to the bowl to collect more of the slime.

Now, Rarity’s backside was coated in the gel, with warm drips down her sides leaving pleasant tingles. That explained the air beds—they would make clean-up much simpler. Aloe was hesitating again, but Rarity patiently lay still, waiting to be flipped over so her front could be coated in preparation for whatever—

“Ah!” And then somethings that definitely were not hands pressed into her ass. Aloe’s pleasantly firm breasts moved up, gliding along the contours of her gel-slicked back, hard nipples digging into her skin, until they were spread around Rarity’s neck. “Oh my…” she gasped, feel Aloe’s entire nude body resting on hers.

“Does this please you, Miss Rarity?” Aloe asked, a slight tremor of anxiety still in her voice.

Now Rarity finally felt like she knew what she was in for. “Oh, yes, Darling!” she groaned, arching into Aloe. “This is certainly… invigorating!”

Aloe nodded, then started moving again, dragging her breasts back down Rarity’s back. It finally felt like she was putting her all into the massage. Rarity sagged, turning her head so she could lay it fully on the air pillow, and shut her eyes to let her self bask in the sensation of another beautiful woman massaging all of her body with all of her own. Aloe’s breasts and nipples slid back down to her ass, and stopped there, swirling around them while the rest of her body rested on Rarity’s legs. Back and forth and round and round her breasts went, pressing into Rarity’s flesh, and at one point, making such a great circle that each of her nipples slid through the crevice of Rarity’s rear. Her hands weren’t idle, though, reaching up to stroke and grope at Rarity’s sides, shoulders, and breasts, and spreading the massage oil further.

Then she turned around, smoothly moving until Rarity could feel her masseuse’s pussy rubbing along her back while her upper body focused on her legs. Rarity let out an audible delighted coo, just to give more encouragement, before opening her eyes to check on Fluttershy. Interestingly, Lotus had taken the opposite approach, her upper body lying between Fluttershy’s spread legs, her breasts bouncing in the air, and her ass rubbing against Fluttershy’s, and even stroking the girl’s breasts with her toes. Fluttershy herself, meanwhile, was squealing her pleasure around a cloth gag she was holding in place with her own hands.

Rarity let herself take in Lotus’s nude body. The twins’ usual uniforms left little to the imagination shape-wise, so Rarity already knew they were comparable to Fluttershy in many respects (many wouldn’t suspect it at first, but both jobs, animal care and running a spa, required not-insignificant physiques), if shorter and with slightly bigger breasts; but this was the first time Rarity had seen so much of their skin exposed, and Lotus, at least, was just as smooth and flawless as she expected. The glistening gel over all her body only added to the allure.

Again, Aloe was shifting, now sitting on Rarity’s thighs and pulling her legs up to stroke them with her chest and arms, taking the chance to spread more gel. Rarity looked up at Twilight, who was still slouched on that plastic chair with a wide grin spread across her face, one hand lightly groping her breast through the opening of her bathrobe. Rarity frowned. She could be so infuriatingly smug when it came to sex.

She looked back at Fluttershy, who was staring right back at her. They held each other’s gaze for some time, as the twins continued to work their backs and legs, and flashed each other smiles, though Fluttershy’s quickly vanished in another squeal as Lotus slid back. Her ass passed Fluttershy’s and landed on the air bed before she got up on her knees. Fluttershy looked up inquisitively as Lotus moved to her right, grabbing one of Fluttershy’s hands in her own, but her other hand snaked under Fluttershy, aided by the gel, to grab her left arm. In one smooth moment, Lotus pulled, spinning Fluttershy flat on her back with a surprised gasp.

Rarity was distracted from watching further by Aloe sliding up her back again, this time pressing her lower lips against her neck, bumping against the towel containing her hair. Aloe must’ve then noticed her twin’s pace, because she too slid off to the side and reached for Rarity’s hands in the same way. Knowing what to expect, Rarity moved her arms into easy reach, and braced herself when Aloe flipped her over. Even so, she was surprised by how quickly she went from her chest onto her back, aided by the gel all over.

Now Aloe crawled on top of her and sat on her waist, giving her an up-close view of her masseuse’s lovely glistening body and her clean-shaven lower lips. Again, Aloe reached over for the gel, dangling her lovely breasts over Rarity’s face, before returning with a handful of slime, which she drizzled over Rarity’s belly and chest. Again, the cool slime tingled against her skin, but warmed quickly, especially when Aloe reached down and began spreading it with her hands. Rarity moaned out loud as she stroked her sensitive breasts.

This time, there wasn’t as much skin to cover, as a lot of gel had already spilled down her sides, and Aloe quickly moved on to the next step. Rarity grinned in giddy anticipation as Aloe bent down, and delicately brushed their nipples together. She let out a shameless cry and tried to arch up, but Aloe gripped her shoulders and forced her still, teasing her rock-hard nipples with butterfly-like touches.

Suddenly, Rarity was gripped with the urge to do something wildly inappropriate, even for this situation. Aloe’s teasing strokes of their nipples, however, hardened her resolve. She took a deep breath, then threw her arms up, grabbing Aloe by the shoulders and yanking her down to kiss her square on the lips. For half a moment, Aloe protested, crying into Rarity’s lips, before immediately relaxing and sinking into the kiss, her body sagging onto Rarity’s.

Their slick bodies squirmed against each other, both trying in vain to keep their nipples in contact, before Aloe pulled back from the kiss far too soon. “My, my, Miss Rarity,” she giggled. “You’re getting ahead of yourself. The massage has barely begun!”

“My apologies,” Rarity panted. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Aloe giggled, feeling Rarity longingly squirm beneath her. “Please, Miss Rarity, calm yourself. Are you not here to relax?”

Rarity whimpered, but bit her lip and attempted to hold still as Aloe resumed the massage. She, again, started sliding her body back and forth against Rarity’s, taking opportunities to kiss her neck. Eventually, Aloe reared back up, pressing her hot vulva against Rarity’s belly. They both moaned as Aloe slid up her body and then rubbed her lips against of each of her nipples.

Then, Aloe suddenly spun around, showing off the lovely globes of her ass, and leaned down again. Rarity couldn’t help but grasp at her shining thighs, before she was distracted by Aloe’s next move. They were in a 69-like position, but with Aloe teasing Rarity’s needy pussy with her hardened nipples while rubbing her own slit against Rarity’s nipples, switching both sets of nipples every now and then. Rarity gripped onto those thighs, letting out mewls of yearning.

After a while of this, Aloe resumed her sliding. Rarity whimpered some more, watching that ass and dripping pussy draw close and slip away, while Aloe lavished her legs with attention. Suddenly, Aloe slipped all the way back, pressing her heated lips against Rarity’s face. She didn’t hesitate to stretch forward and lick the proffered pussy, even as she felt Aloe begin to lick her own.

She was prepared to ride all the way to several climaxes with Aloe, when the masseuse suddenly pulled away and stood up. Rarity almost cried, watching her walk away (despite the slippery gel on her feet), but her eyes widened when she saw Lotus coming from the same direction. The twins embraced, pressed their foreheads together, and then kissed.

Rarity stared slack-jawed. A glance at Fluttershy, also staring wide-eyed at the spectacle, confirmed that the twins were in fact sharing the flavors of their clients. Their hands lazily explored each other’s curves with a calm surety that bespoke a deep familiarity. Watching each woman press against her mirror image—their hair colors the only difference between them—was intoxicating, and Rarity found herself disappointed to see it end, the twins parting with a steamy gaze and lingering touches. Then it was Lotus approaching Rarity.

Lotus pushed her flat on her back (apparently, she had sat up for a better view without realizing), leaned over, and planted their lips together. Rarity moaned into her mouth, feeling Lotus’s body settle on her own.

It was odd. Lotus’s body was so much like her sister’s that it might’ve been Aloe back on her, but she also knew that the heat and skin and gel she was feeling was completely unfamiliar to her; though, she realized, some of that gel came from Fluttershy. Rarity threw herself into the kiss, enjoying the cocktail of flavors in Lotus’s mouth, recognizing her own musk and Fluttershy’s flowery scent.

Then Rarity broke the kiss with a gasp when Lotus slipped a finger inside her slit. She could already sense her climax on the horizon; the entire massage had been a massively erotic build-up. Lotus kept rubbing her body and breasts against Rarity’s, and the heavenly texture of her slippery, soft skin merged with the skillful touch of her fingers, shoving more in and with more intensity.

Rarity reached her peak when Lotus suddenly surged her whole body forwards, driving her fingers in deep and rubbing her clit with her thumb, and shoving Rarity’s face into her cleavage. Rarity squealed, clenching her thighs and curling her toes, even getting some of the tasteless gel in her mouth, but Lotus carried on, still sliding their bodies back and forth against each other.

As her friends had found, Rarity tended to be vocal during sex, even more so than Pinkie, and this massage was no exception. She was crying out rhythmically, in time with Lotus’s hand thrusts. She looked over at Fluttershy one last time to see Aloe underneath her friend, spreading Fluttershy’s legs with her arms to lick at her nethers, while her feet curled around to stroke her breasts and face, which Fluttershy certainly seemed to be enjoying, actually licking the soles and toes on occasion. The dear certainly had some of the oddest tastes out of their circle of friends.

Suddenly, Lotus’s body and hand moved away, grabbing Rarity’s attention. Trembling on another edge, she looked down at her masseuse, wondering what was next. Lotus turned herself around, legs facing Rarity, belly down, slid one her legs under Rarity’s, and smiled over her shoulder. Rarity could guess the next step. Her eyes sparkled as Lotus smoothly slid back, her legs spreading around Rarity’s until their groins met.

They both let out pleasured gasps, then Lotus started grinding hard, driving Rarity to wail in pleasure. Scissoring, as it had turned out, was one of her favorite acts, but she had never imagined how much better it could be with friction-denying gel. She could still feel both sets of lips slapping and sliding against and gripping each other, but there seemed to be so much more freedom of movement, and she took full advantage of it, grinding back against her host. On the other hand, the gel made it hard to brace herself, and she had to rely on the valley before the air bed’s pillow, by Lotus had little problem gripping her legs and mashing their pussies together.

Her second, greater climax snuck up on her. Before she knew it, Rarity was shaking and screaming as she squirted into Lotus, who managed to keep her grip on Rarity’s legs through her own orgasm. She heroically kept grinding, dragging out their shared climax and reducing Rarity to gibbering pile of mush and Lotus was going to get a huge tip for this…

Eventually, they flopped flat down on the air bed, panting heavily. Lotus slowly pulled herself away from their tangle of legs, and Rarity did nothing to resist, staring up at the lazily spinning ceiling. She could feel the gel staring to dry out at spots.

“Our apologies, Miss Rarity.” She was suddenly aware of both twins on either side of her, their skin still glistening in the light.

“It’s Miss Twilight’s turn, but we only have two beds…” Aloe said.

“…So we must ask that you and Miss Fluttershy share one.” Lotus finished with an impish smile.

After a moment to comprehend the request, Rarity lazily returned the smile. “Oh, no problem at all.” She started to get up—at least, she tried, but the gel was making it difficult for her arms to find purchase—but the twins bent over and scooped her body up in their arms. She squealed in shock and humor, feeling one conspicuously cop a feel, as they carried her over, flipped her over to face down, and gently lay her on top of the waiting Fluttershy.

The two of them shared a gasp and a giggle as the twins walked away to receive Twilight. “Come here often?” Rarity cooed, drawing more snickers from them, which then drew erotic moans as their slippery chests shook against each other. Still, for the moment, they were content to bask in each of their afterglows, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

Eventually, they turned their heads to watch Twilight’s massage. Rarity felt a tiny spike of envy on seeing the mage writhe between both twins’ bodies, the masseuses gliding around her back and chest in perfect synchronization. However, Rarity could see that even with a client between them, Aloe and Lotus couldn’t resist making teasing swipes at each other’s skin.

She shifted in discomfort. More of the gel was drying up. Her gaze shifted onto the wooden bowl by Fluttershy’s air bed. It was still half-full. Smiling, she reached over, scooped up a handful, and slapped it against Fluttershy’s cleavage.

“Ah!” she gasped, but Rarity wasted no time in spreading the gel with her own hands and her own breasts, taking care to brush and grind their nipples together as Aloe had done to her.

“So, did you like your special treatment?”

“Like it? Please, Darling, don’t be absurd.”

“…Oh…”

“I LOVED IT!”

“…Oh! Ahem, well, you may reserve another one whenever you like.”

“Mmmm…” Rarity lost herself in thought, imagining herself taking Twilight’s place in their finale, scissoring against Aloe while Lotus sat on her face, the twins kissing above her. “How soon can you make it?”

Author's Note

I feel like I need a smoke.

Coming up next: the wedding. Twilight lets slip that she knows how Shining Armor tastes and more, and Cadence (the real one) and her friends force her to spill the entire story. Sex that previously ensued is described.