Apple Knots

by BlazzingInferno

Rating: everyone
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spa Ponies, Fluttershy, Rarity, Slice of Life
Length: 4471

Ponies will tell their masseuse all sorts of things, things that not even their closest friends know.

Lotus is a professional masseuse. She sees the pony below the skin, and tends to coax just as much out of their mouths as their muscles. Late one day, she gives three very different massages to three close friends, all of whom mention a name she isn't familiar with: Applejack.

Featured by The Royal Canterlot Library and Equestria Daily

The original version of the story took 5th place in The Writeoff Association's February 2015 contest, "Closing Time"

Published 2015-03-01 06:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-03-01 06:00:03 UTC

Tension

Lotus ran a hoof along the base of her neck, smoothing out a minuscule knot in the muscle. Being a professional masseuse didn’t exempt her from the occasional cramp after a hard day’s work. She gazed longingly at the spare massage table in the corner. If only she could lay there for a few minutes and get a massage of her own.

She slid across the room towards her cushioned target. Massage or no, a few minutes off her hooves would be heavenly. The massage area was surrounded by privacy screens, after all. Unless somepony came in demanding her attention, she could just nod off and let the last hour of the working day pass by.

The bell over the spa’s front door rang and, like every good business pony, she automatically put on a smile. That pavlovian grin faltered when she heard Rarity’s bubbly voice.

“I’ll have to skip the usual, Aloe. I’m afraid I only have time for a quick massage today.”

Lotus rolled her eyes. Why did she have to show up now? Why couldn’t she ask for a hooficure, or a facial?

One of the privacy screens slid aside, and Rarity trotted in with a monogrammed towel draped over her back. “Good afternoon, Lotus. I trust you’re doing well?”

Lotus nodded. While she was working, she chose to speak with her hooves and did so with great eloquence.

“Marvelous. I was hoping you could concentrate on my lower left side today; it’s been rather painful, as of late.”

Lotus nodded again and motioned to the massage table in the middle of the room. While Rarity climbed on, she took one last glance at the other table in the corner. One day, so help her, she’d be the one getting pampered.

“Lotus? I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a rush, so if you’d be so kind…”

Lotus gritted her teeth. Most ponies didn’t realize how minuscule a difference there was between a giving deep tissue massage and inducing paralysis. Still, she could muster a little extra patience for the spa’s best client, even if it was almost closing time. That styled mane and groomed coat were paying her mortgage.

Her hooves pressed into Rarity’s back. When it came to a massage, a pony’s exterior was immaterial; a brushed coat was the same as a messy one. What mattered was the pony beneath the skin, the creature composed of muscle, tendon, and bone.

Rarity sighed contentedly. “Oh, that feels wonderful. You wouldn’t believe what my sister has been up to, Lotus.”

Thoughts belonged on that list as well. Tense muscles usually had memories wound around them, just waiting to be released.

“I’ve never understood how such a little filly can cause so much stre—ah!”

A quick roll of a hoof cut the story, and the muscular tension, short. Lotus knew all about Sweetie Belle, the source of the seemingly perpetual tightness in Rarity’s neck and shoulders. She’d rather find out what her mid and lower back had to say.

Her hooves moved lower. The muscles weren’t as tight here, or as well developed. Instead, there was a thin but unmistakable layer of fat. She prodded the unwelcome substance. And what is this doing here?

Rarity sighed again, this time not with contentment. “As if Sweetie’s exploits weren’t enough… I simply must start saying no to Pinkie Pie and her endless parade of sweets. It’s bad enough that Spike keeps bringing me roses.”

Lotus pressed a little more firmly. If you already know what the problem is, then fix it.

“It’s one thing to consider him a close friend, but I still don’t know what I should—”

That was more than enough about Spike for today. That just left the lower back.

“Ah, yes. Right there!”

At last she’d found something new: in the midst of Rarity’s elegant muscles was a knot, small but clearly uncomfortable. Lotus’s hooves slowed to a snail’s pace. Smoothing this spot out would take a moment.

“Thank you, Lotus. I… I did something I shouldn’t have, the other day.”

Finally they were both getting somewhere.

“I wasn’t always determined to be a fashionista, I’ll have you know. When I was just a filly… I wanted to be a dancer.”

Rarity tensed and let out a yelp. Lotus traced slow circles with one hoof while she ground the other into the knot. Let me work. Almost done.

“I… I saved up my bits to take a class after school. The instructor… she told me my legs were all wrong for a dancer, that… that I’d just end up hurting myself.”

The knot vanished, sending a shiver through Rarity’s entire body. Lotus slid a hoof up and down the muscle to ease the residual pain.

“She was right, of course. I was heartbroken. The other day I saw Sweetie Belle rehearsing one of her little plays and I just had to try one more pirouette… I know how foolish it sounds.”

Lotus returned her attention to Rarity’s neck, the usual muscle stress zone for a unicorn. After that little bout, she likely had some more tension waiting to be released.

“Sometimes I envy ponies built for more physically active lives. My friend Applejack spends her whole day on a farm doing chores and seems to be in perfect health. Hers certainly isn’t a glamorous life, and yet she seems to make so much more of it than I ever can. She’s even a better big sister than I am. If only… never mind. Applejack has her own challenges, no doubt. I should be happy with what I have: my sister, my friends, my business… even my dragon suitor, I suppose.”

Lotus stepped away from the table, the unspoken sign that her work was done.

Rarity rolled onto her hooves and stretched her left legs. “You’re a miracle worker, Lotus! I can’t thank you enough for squeezing me in with no notice. Until next time, then?”

Lotus smiled and gave a small bow. Knowing Rarity, the next time would be within forty eight hours.

Lotus couldn’t take her eyes off the clock. There was just a half hour left until four. The spa was empty, and so was her stomach. Stealing cucumber slices from the facial supplies just wasn’t enough. She’d even stoop to eating a greasy hayburger from that place down the street.

Would Aloe mind if she disappeared for fifteen minutes? She’d be back in time to help close up for the night. She could even bring her something too, assuming she’d finally quit that ridiculous ‘grass only’ diet.

Then the bell rang. It couldn’t be Rarity again, could it? There were only so many ways to convey “you love your sister,” “talk to the dragon,” and “be grateful” through massage. At this rate, she’d need to write it out on her back with a marker.

A quiet voice drifted through the privacy screens. “Um, excuse me? L-Lotus? If… If you’re not too busy, could you—”

Lotus opened the screen herself. Waiting for Fluttershy to muster the courage to do it would take hours. Fluttershy gasped and took a step back. “I-I’m sorry if you’re busy. I just—”

Lotus motioned for her to enter. Come in, come in.

Fluttershy smiled. “Thanks. Rarity keeps saying I should come here more often, especially when I need to relax.”

Lotus nodded towards the table. Get on, already.

“Oh, right. Sorry!”

Fluttershy flapped her way off the ground and onto the massage table. “I’m… I’m feeling kind of tense, a-and I’m going somewhere special tonight.”

Lotus began with the lightest of touches, simply to avoid startling her. She started on the middle of her back, the usual tension spot for a pegasus. The muscles quivered of their own accord, almost as if they were trying to hide. Fluttershy calling herself tense was the understatement of the century.

“I’m… I’m usually not this nervous, it’s just—eep!”

Lotus pulled a hoof away. She’d forgotten how sensitive Fluttershy was about her wings.

“I-It’s okay, Lotus. I-I really need to loosen up, so if you think a w-wing massage would help…”

Nothing short of prescription pharmaceuticals would help more. Lotus worked one hoof into her back while the other teased the base of her wing. Massaging a pegasus was an especially delicate task. Wings were full of thin muscles and thinner bones; hurt could be meted out just as easily as healing.

“Some… Some of my animal friends are getting too pushy again. I don’t want to hurt their feelings, but…”

Lotus held a wing between her hooves, slowly applying pressure along the length of the primary muscle. The beat of Fluttershy’s heart, echoed in her wing’s blood vessels, rose for a moment and then fell. In an instant every muscle in her body loosened. If she was any more relaxed she’d be asleep.

“Oh, wow… that does feel good.”

That was enough for one wing. Too much of a delicate wing massage was just as dangerous as a rough one. Lotus walked around the table, and Fluttershy, for once, held out her second wing willingly.

“T-thank you for doing this. I… I know why my animal friends are upset too… It’s actually why I’m here.”

Lotus moved her hooves along the second wing one last time before returning focus to her back. Fluttershy wasn’t an especially strong flier, if these muscles were anything to go by. Still, she could coax a little more tension out before sending her off on whatever her nerve-wracking errand was. She probably needed to buy groceries.

“I’m… I’m going on a date tonight. The animals don’t like it, they think I’m abandoning them.”

Lotus’s hooves stopped cold for a second. Jittery here had a love life?

“I’m not, though! I’d never leave them. I just… I just wanted to do something nice for me, like Rarity keeps saying I need to.”

Lotus decided to give her lower back a try. If Fluttershy wasn’t much of a flier, she’d have a good deal of tension saved up from using her hind legs.

“If only I was more assertive… I… I’ve turned him down dozens of times, either because I got scared or because my animals talked me out of it.” She raised a hoof and struck the table. “I’m so tired of being a pushover all the time. Why can’t I be more like my other friends? I bet nopony ever says no to Applejack; she’s so strong, she’d never let something like this turn her into a wreck like me. She’s… She’s even better with her farm animals than I am.”

There was that name again. Strange. Whoever that was wasn’t one of her regulars. Lotus ran her hooves along Fluttershy’s back one last time and stepped away. She could’ve stopped after the wing massage.

Fluttershy laid there for a minute before raising her head. “Oh, am I done?”

Lotus nodded.

Fluttershy sat up on the table and ran her own hooves over her spread her wings. “Wow, I… I feel great! Rarity’s right, you are a miracle worker.”

Lotus curtsied. I do what I can.

Fluttershy slid off the table and gave her a hug. “I… I think I can do it now. I’m really going out on a date! It’s going to be the best night ever!” She literally flew out of the room and, judging by the sound of the bell, out of the spa two seconds later.

Lotus couldn’t help laughing; that wing massage had definitely done the trick: Fluttershy was so loosened up that she’d forgotten to pay.

Lotus sat on the massage table, rocking her legs back and forth. In fifteen minutes, she could pack up and go home for the night. What to do then was an open question. Would she rather stay in, or go off in search of Ponyville’s near-nonexistent nightlife? She’d probably just end up on the couch with a bowl of oats and her latest romance novel. Even Fluttershy seemed to have a better social life than she did.

The bell rang again, and she jumped. She stared at the privacy screens, wondering who’d even bother showing up this late. Hadn’t Aloe started taking down the ‘Open’ sign early? Maybe she’d just turn them away.

Instead, she heard her sister gasp. “Princess Twilight! What can we do for you?”

“Um, just Twilight is fine. Could I—”

“Would you like a facial? Or a mud bath? The spa is completely at your disposal.”

“Actually, I’d just like a massage.”

Lotus slid off the table. Great.

Twilight walked in a moment later. Lotus bowed low enough to touch her nose to the floor.

“Please, you don’t need to do that. I’ve been here plenty of times before, I’m still just Twilight.”

Lotus looked up at her, and rose very slowly. If you insist, Princess.

Twilight glanced around. “This might sound kind of weird, but… I’m doing research. I’ve been having trouble sleeping, and none of my sleep-aid spells are working. I started going through my books alphabetically, and under ‘m’ there’s something about muscle discomfort, so I thought—”

Twilight finally noticed Lotus’s not-so-subtle nodding toward the massage table. “Right! Say no more.”

Once Twilight was on the table, Lotus stood over her for a moment, unsure of where to begin. Alicorns weren’t part of her training.

Twilight turned her head to the side. “Just… um… just do whatever you normally do, I guess. I don’t need special treatment.”

Lotus settled for her neck. Twilight had ascended from a unicorn, after all, and now she had a crown to carry around as well as a horn. There was plenty of muscle here, likely from her famed proficiency with magic.

“Mmm, that’s does feel nice. Spike was right, I should’ve come here days ago…”

Gentle shudders traveled up and down Twilight’s back. In response, Lotus pressed down harder. Oh no. You can’t sleep here, Princess.

Twilight’s ears twitched. “Ooh, that’s good too. Not quite as calming, but still… I should come here more often. I could do that, couldn’t I?”

For you, Aloe and I would turn away Rarity herself.

“I guess what I mean is, I keep telling everypony to treat me just like they did when I was a unicorn. Being a Princess doesn’t really change anything.”

Lotus snaked a hoof under one of her wings. I can think of a couple new things.

“Well… okay, some things definitely changed, but… sometimes I wish everything was simple again. I used to get so worked up over sending Princess Celestia weekly friendship reports, but that was so much easier than trying to figure out how to be a Princess myself.”

From Lotus’s perspective, being a Princess meant double the muscle complications. Twilight’s wings fidgeted left and right, defying her attempts to work on her mid back. Lotus finally resorted to pinning one of them down and massaging with a single hoof.

“Oh! Sorry. Sometimes I don’t even think about what my wings are doing. Rainbow Dash tells me that just means I’m not flying enough, but… well, you probably don’t want to hear about my problems.”

Lotus released Twilight’s wing. The second wing was behaving itself, thankfully. The muscles between her wings held plenty of pent up tension and, if the last few minutes were anything to go by, at least another hour’s worth of exposition.

Twilight sighed. “Sorry, I just can’t keep it in! The hardest thing about being a Princess isn’t new appendages or responsibilities, it’s what I’ve lost. Princess Celestia and I used to be so close, but now I barely hear from her at all! Whenever we do see each other it’s always ‘new royal duties this,’ and ‘save the world from that.’ We never get to talk like we used to. She keeps telling me I’m her equal, but who says I want to be? I’d settle for just being her friend!”

Lotus could feel tension forming directly under her hooves. She bore down hard on the worst spots. No panicking on my watch, Princess.

“You know who wouldn’t let something like this keep her up at night? Applejack. When something bothers her, she fixes it. Period. She doesn’t panic, she doesn’t brood, she just fixes what’s wrong and moves on. So how do I fix this… hmm.”

I just give massages, Princess.

Twilight gasped. “That’s it! I’ll send Princess Celestia a friendship report, just like old times!” A quill and parchment materialized out of nowhere and hung in the air, suspended in a purple glow.

Lotus stared at the scratching quill, wide-eyed. Tomorrow she’d have to put up a sign that read “No Magic Allowed On Premises.”

“Dear Princess Celestia, I might not be your student any more, but this is one friendship report that I should’ve written a long time ago. You sent me to Ponyville to learn about the magic of friendship, and for that I’m eternally grateful. The one thing that being here hasn’t taught me is why you’re so willing to let your own friendships slip through your hooves. I was naive enough to drift away from Princess Cadence once, but I don’t want that to happen with the two of us! Please write back. Please let us rebuild the bond we had while I was still under your wing. Please find an excuse for us to see each other, so long as it isn’t some big social event where we have to smile and wave the whole time. I cherish our friendship, and I love you. Sincerely, your former student and forever your friend, Twilight Sparkle.”

All the tension in Twilight’s back vanished in an instant. Lotus probed around with her hooves for a second, and finally stepped back in awe. Whatever magic trick you just did, don’t teach it to Rarity. We’d go out of business.

Twilight gave a deep, long sigh. “That was amazing. I feel so relaxed.” She sat up and gave the freshly written letter a look. “Wow, that felt good to write. I’d better get the second draft started so Spike can send it before sundown!”

Twilight glowed a deep purple, and vanished with a bang that knocked Lotus off her hooves. That ‘No Magic’ sign was going up first thing tomorrow morning.

At long last, it was closing time. The massage tables were put away, the suspiciously empty cucumber bowls were hidden behind some towels, and Lotus was poised by the door. Aloe stepped out from behind the front counter and nodded. “Shall we, sister?”

Before Lotus could respond, there was a loud thump on the door. “Anypony home? Got a special delivery here for Aloe and Lotus Blossom.”

Lotus squeezed her eyes shut. Come back tomorrow. Why can’t you just come back tomorrow?

She heard Aloe open the door, and something large roll through the entrance.

“I’m awful sorry for getting this to you so late in the day. I’ve got a barrel of genuine Sweet Apple Acres mud, and a keg of genuine Sweet Apple Acres cider. Don’t mix ‘em up.”

Lotus opened an eye. Apple?

Aloe held out a bag of bits. “Your timing was perfect. Thank you, Applejack.”

Applejack reached out to take the bag with a trembling hoof, and dropped it the moment Aloe released her grip. The mouth of the bag burst open when it hit the floor, spilling bits everywhere.

Applejack stomped her hoof and winced. “Dang it!”

Aloe knelt down and started sweeping the bits into a pile. “It’s no trouble, Applejack. Are you not feeling well?”

“Eh, well enough. Just got a pinch in my side is all. Nothing a night off my hooves can’t fix.”

Lotus narrowed her eyes. Severe muscle pain couldn’t be hidden from a professional. She stepped toward Applejack and gave her a gentle but well-placed tap on the shoulder.

Applejack shivered and let out a pained grunt. “Ow. What’d you go and do that for?”

Aloe jumped up and stood between them. “Applejack, this sounds like more than a pinch.” She glanced at Lotus next, who simply nodded. “My sister, Lotus, happens to be a professionally trained masseuse. She could give you a brief massage, if you like.”

“She’s a ma-who? Oh, a massage? Nah, I’m not really into that sorta thing. Plus, with the way the crop’s been lately… I really shouldn’t be treating myself.”

Applejack frowned and glanced at the pile of bits on the floor.

Aloe stared at Lotus.

Lotus smiled at her, and nodded. No charge.

Applejack noticed their twin smiles and backed up. “Oh, no. I don’t want nopony treating me like a poor little invalid. I can take care ’a—”

Aloe rushed behind her and gave her a shove towards the massage area. “We insist, Applejack; we can’t have our principal cider and mud supplier out of commission. Just lay down on the table, and let Lotus do what she does best. Some of the ponies she saw today actually called her a miracle worker.”

“Well… Well all right.”

After a few more shoves, and a helping hoof or two, Applejack was face down on the massage table. She wasn’t any larger than Rarity, Fluttershy, or Twilight, and yet the table gave a worrying groan once her full weight was pressed onto it.

She reached up to adjust her Stetson, which appeared to be surgically attached. “Nothing too fancy now, especially if you aren’t even gonna let me pay for—oof!”

Lotus wasted no time. She couldn’t stand to see a pony suffer, not even after hours. An earth pony didn’t call for much in the way of special treatment; they were tough all over, and all over is exactly where they could carry muscular tension. Her hooves sank into Applejacks back, and her jaw dropped a moment later. There was muscle here, more than she’d expected for a pony of this size, and all of it was as tight as piano wire. Confound it, pony. Are you nothing but knots?

Applejack's voice sounded two octaves higher than before. “Careful now, whatever you’re doing back there is… getting… a bit… painful!”

This wasn’t going to be a quick job, it couldn’t be if Applejack wanted to walk home tonight without a pair of crutches. This was the massage equivalent of open heart surgery, all except for anesthesia. I hope you’re as tough as your friends think you are, Applejack. She found the nearest nerve, or at least where it was supposed to be, and dug deep.

“Hrrg! Lotus, that hurts something fierce. I don’t know if I can take much m—ah!” The sounds that followed were usually reserved for birthing children.

Relief came ten seconds later, when a sizable knot finally smoothed out. The mountain of contorting muscles under Lotus’s hooves stopped shaking, and the agonized moaning soon followed. It was just as well they were doing this after hours; the regular spa patrons would think she’d murdered somepony.

“Whoa… I mean… that still hurts a whole lot, but not like before… not even like before I walked in here. Heh, for a second I could swear you were trying to get a confession out of me.”

Lotus moved on to the next set of knots. I’m not trying anything.

“What I mean is—ooh, that smarts—sorry if I came off sounding rude before. I didn’t mean to insult what you do here, and I really appreciate you straightening me out like this.”

Lotus shook her head. This wasn’t going to be enough, not if she intended to live up to that ‘miracle worker’ title. She paced to the back of the table, put a hoof on a support rung, and started to climb. A moment later, she was standing on Applejack’s back and bearing down on the muscles with all the force she dared apply.

“Hrrg! Here we go with the painful again…”

Lotus smiled. At least you’re not screaming anymore. You’ll thank me soon enough.

“So, where was I before? Oof! Right. Truth be told, sometimes I think I’m on the receiving end of ponies not being fair. Not strangers either, mind you. Truth is… well… the truth is…”

Lotus dragged a hoof down her back, tracing a nerve and, interestingly enough, making one of her back legs kick. So, what is it that troubles the level-headed paragon of physicality and assertiveness?

“Truth is… I wonder about my friends sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love ‘em all to death. Just I wonder if they really… know who I am. Whenever we all do something I end up just talking apples and Apples. Sure, that’s my special talent and all, but I do like other things too. I could go hoof to hoof with Pinkie in the kitchen, and definitely best Rainbow Dash if she’d ever play fair… but do they remember any of that? To them am I anything but an apple farmer?”

Lotus leaned in hard. The big knots were gone now, and the pain with them. That just left working the deep tissue into a recognizable state, not to mention doing something about all that tension trapped between her ears.

“It’s not like I’m not being honest with ‘em. It’s all probably just my imag—hrrg!”

Your lower back says otherwise.

“I… I am honest! Nopony could rightfully claim I’m not. I’m just not… ugh, what is it?”

Applejack felt like putty underhoof. If it wasn’t for her skin, she’d be oozing off the table.

“You know, maybe ‘open’ is the word I’m looking for. I’m honest with everypony from sunrise to sunset, but… well I don’t talk to ‘em about much. Guess if I want to figure out how my friends really see me, it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? Heh, least not as much as getting a massage did. Rarity really does this once a week?”

Lotus returned to the floor and passed her a towel. Once a week at least.

Applejack chuckled. “Heh, maybe I’ve got her all wrong. If she can live through you working her over, maybe I should be doing Iron Pony competitions with her instead of Rainbow. First event next time is gonna be you walking on us with steel horseshoes.”

Lotus found herself chuckling too. I can’t wait.

Applejack rolled off the table, craned her neck from side to side, and bucked the air. “That really is a miracle! I feel like a brand new pony.”

Lotus moved to bow, but found Applejack’s hoof propping up her chin. “None of that, now. I’m the one who should be bowing, especially now that I can do it without feeling like I’m gonna die.”

Lotus grinned. Fair enough.

“Oh, and I’m not leaving until something comes out of your mouth. Talking to myself this whole time is downright creepy.”

Lotus stuck out her tongue. Nope.

Applejack laughed. “That’ll do.”