Life's Left Hook

After a bit longer, she drops your arm and moves on to your legs.

She starts with the back of your right thigh, right below your asscheek.

"But, I guess that I'm the only one that notices this and cares much. After all, it is more liberal than times of the past."

"Although, liberty is powerful. And that takes a lot of responsibility."

She slowly rolls her way up and down your thighs, and seems hell-bent on getting a stubborn knot out of your hamstring.

"Anon, did you do a lot of running in the park?"

"Uh, kinda, but not really. -Ow!"

You jolt as the knot snags on her hoof.

It stung for a bit, but the relief was worth the pain.

"Sorry. That knot was awful."

"Yeah, I know, I felt it."

"So did I. Ouch."

She moves on to your other leg, doing the exact same thing she did on the other.

Although she focuses on your hamstrings more than you'd like, you're not going to complain.

You let out a deep breath, rest your face into the pillow, and relax again.

Cadance seems content; she's lightly humming as she works on your muscles.

Finally.

She shut her mouth.

It's not that you hate her talking.

It's just that you want to relax, and her constant and perpetual talking can get in the way of that.

Now, it's just you, the lights, the candles, and a nice masseur on your back.

Thank God.

After a moment, she moves down further, dragging her hooves across your calves.

Your body feels like it's made of jello already.

You slowly drag your arms up and slide them underneath your pillow to prop your head up.

Your shoulder pinches a bit, so you roll it.

Any irritation or discomfort is now gone.

You take in another deep breath, and let out a deep, deep sigh.

This was perfect.

Cadance digs in deep with her hooves, and it almost feels like she's wringing out whatever crap has built up in your muscles.

She moves to your other calf, and repeats the process.

"Anonymous?"

Ugh.

"Yeah?"

"How do you want me to handle your, erm... What are these things, again?"

She bumps the sole of your foot.

"Feet?"

"Yeah, feet."

"Uhm..."

You think of how to describe it the best.

"The middle of the bottom of my foot is probably the easiest thing to massage. And then there's the arc."

"The arc?"

"Yeah, see where it kinda curves? In there are a lot of muscles. The rest of it's bone."

"Oh. Uhm... All right, let me just... See what I can do. Let me know if it hurts."

"I will."

With a bit of reluctance, she moves down and tenderly prods at the heel of your foot.

She dips her hooves in her oils, and brings them back up to your feet.

It seems you explained it to her well enough; the reaches for the arch of your left foot, and gently rolls her hoof against it.

"Like this?"

After your initial internal sigh of relief, you nod.

"Y-yeah, like that."

Your big toe wiggles a bit as she massages your arc.

Cadance lets out a little giggle at this, and keeps going.

"Anon?"

"Huh?"

"Next time you're in the shower, please, make sure these things get a good washing."

You raise an eyebrow, a little surprised.

And maybe a little insulted.

"Why? Do they smell bad?"

"A little. I'd assume it's from having them trapped in those big horseshoes all of the time that go all the way around your feet."

"You mean just shoes?"

She takes a minute to consider.

"You're right."

"Why do we call them that, then?"

"Beats me."

"But, anyway. They do smell funny. And you have some buildup of... Stuff, under your... Foot-hooves?"

"Uh, what?"

"The hard things you have on the end of your stubs. I mean, toes."

"You mean nails?"

"Oh, right."

"But, yeah, there's stuff stuck under them."

"I should probably trim them."

She moves onto the sole of your foot, doing much the same as she did with your arch.

"Trim them? You have to cut them?"

"Yeah, they keep growing. Kinda like my hair."

"Oh. That's weird."

"Tell me about it."

After a few more seconds, she switches to your other foot.

"How do you manage to stand on these things?"

She works on your sole, gently rolling your foot's soft muscles beneath.

"I mean, I have four things to stand on and a tail, and even then, I lose balance sometimes."

"Well..."

You give it a moment of thought.

"They're kinda flexible, unlike hooves, and are round. They're easier to stand on than something that's just flat and hard."

"Makes sense."

"That, and you just get used on standing on two legs."

"I can see that. It's interesting."

She moves a little to the side, getting your arch and playing with your big toe.

"Interesting indeed."

She pushes deep into your arch, relieving any tension you have.

In the silence, you relax, and let your mind and body calm down.

This was nice.

The candles' smell was great.

That, with the warmth of the room, Cadance's soft touch, the oils, and everything...

You're almost asleep.

At this point, you're so relaxed, you're pretty sure your limbs are spaghetti noodles.

Everything is just relaxed, loose, and calm.

As you lie there, you start to doze off.

Your eyes close, and what little part of your mind that still works starts to take over.

Some incoherent thoughts start to drift through your head -- memories, odd thoughts, and other things you can't quite remember but a moment after you've thought of them.

Now your brain is spaghetti too, it seems.

After a moment, you feel Cadance pull back from your foot.

"I think that's everything. Anything else bugging you, dear?"

This catches you by a bit of surprise, and you try to wake yourself up a bit to respond.

"Oh? Uh, no. I think I'm fine. Your massage was pretty thorough."

"I have a feeling you're lying to me."

"Huh?"

Confused, you raise your head and look over your shoulder at Cadance.

"No? I mean, you even got my feet. There isn't much else you could do, is there?"

"You sure?" she asks, clearly trying to hint at something.

As to what, you're not sure.

Until you shift around a little, that is.

As soon as you wiggle your hips, you feel something hard and incredibly warm move underneath your belly.

"Because I'm pretty sure you're forgetting something."

With that, she slowly spreads your legs apart and moves forward.

"Y'know, on second thought, you might actually be right."

Her forelegs wrap around your thighs and grab hold.

"I can see what you mean. Want me to give you a happy ending?"

"Oh, yes, please..."

"Ah!"

She catches you by surprise, and you can't help but yelp a little as you feel her wet tongue press against your crotch.

If she was a little higher, she'd be doing analingus.

She pulls back quickly to talk to you.

"No, no, just relax," she says, gingerly going back to where she was.

Her tongue slides across your loose skil, and finds its way down to your jewels.

She fondles them with her mouth a bit, working at a pace so slow it's riding the line between stimulation and relaxation.

You'd love to look down and see her face as she does this, but your neck is so loose and weak after that massage that you really don't even know if you can lift your head.

Instead, you just rest as Cadance wants you too, your face buried in the pillow.

After a moment, she lets your balls slide out of her mouth.

And then, with a squee of delight, you can feel Cadance press her face into your blubbery ass.

Her warm horn is wedged in your asscrack, and her warm cheeks are against your asscheeks.

She's literally snuggling against your ass.

She gives it a loving nuzzle, humming a bit.

"You have a lovely butt, Anonymous."

"It takes one to know one."

"Cute."

After another brief moment of ass snuggling, her head pulls away, and you can feel her trying to lift one of your legs.

"Roll over, Anon. It's stuck underneath you."