Rarity stepped out of the shower of the comfortable, neatly furnitured massage lounge, and took in a gentle breath of ionizer, pine, and residual perfume. The latter was her own, still emitting just this little bit off the elegant clothing hung on the rack by the padded, soft pink entry door. All very homely - a home away from the upper floor of the boutique. The pearl white unicorn was the spa’s most frequent and loyal patron by far, ever since its opening several years ago. For that reason, and not only, she was allowed quite a few premium benefits, quite free of charge.
At the exact very moment, cooling off after a week of rather masterful commission work, Rarity was perusing the simple pleasure of having a deluxe lounge all to herself, alone with an expert masseuse for up to and including three hours. She could scarcely imagine anyone having anywhere near as much expertise at handling her graceful body than Aloe and Lotus. They knew her ins and outs better than she did, perhaps. The unicorn’s body ticked as all do, of course, but they knew how to really oil the gears, so to say.
Quickly and efficiently (i.e. within the span of twenty-five minutes) doing her hair back into the stylish locks it was normally shaped into, laying down on the padded table, undoing her silk bra to expose the important patches on the back, and arching that back to elicit a languid moan - these were all parts of a pleasant routine. So frequent was this that she could read down the text from the small paper that would be given out before each arrangement, right from memory. It definitely pleased her to know that the spa cared about propriety and rules, but the sheer amount of legal text and information did cause her to skip the details most times. She was trusted well enough to trust them back, and her requests were very plain and very simple.
Overall, Rarity was quite content with how things had turned out that week. While there were no life-threatening emergencies that she was made aware of, doing her job could be quite difficult at times.
Let no one say that a fashionista merely puts together bits of oddly colored cloth and calls it art. There is infinitely more to it - and that “more” can leave you a remarkably exhausted mare. Hence the call for this particular favor from the spa owners, of course. On lazier weeks… Well, she did have other favors to call in. Or she could simply visit it as is! Lots of opportunities. That made her smile to herself, with a sigh escaping her throat.
Some time surely did pass, but the anticipation of the pleasure was often just as important, she found. About five or six minutes, according to her inner clock. There was an option to open her eyes and lift her head to look at a positively precious sandal wood clock on the wall, but Rarity discarded such effort. A random irritation on the sole of one of her feet was just barely enough for her to move the other over and rub it away. As a note to self, she remarked that another pedicure should be in order soon. The last one may have been three days ago, but with such things, it was better early than stark on time.
Definitely not today, however. A teeny shudder passed down her spine, and left her heart pumping slightly faster, causing a little twitch of her legs. With so much stress yet to be worked out?
“Oh no no no no,” she murmured to herself. “Silly, silly idea.”
Besides, it would be uncouth to ask for more than one favor a day from the spa. Most times, their elegant unicorn patron would prefer to reserve a secured room for her pedicures. Now, granted, the one she was in right then shared the necessary trait - being soundproof - but, once again! Definitely not with so much stress in her system. Perhaps, a simpler one would be in order. Rarity just preferred the secured option.
While it did give her another smirk and another raise of the pump, she had to admit that seeing the spa’s pedicurists having to hold back did make her a little sad inside. They were quite nasty, the majority of them, truly. She was more than a little sure that they intentionally made the pedicures tickle much more than would be necessary. So silly! But for how generous they were for her, she was generous to them, and allowed that to continue, frequenting the more padded lounge. Certainly - and simply - an adequate price of admission.
Her taking these at least twice a week and only having had a regular one several months ago was merely a show of even farther extended generosity on her part. Precisely. Exactly.
“Well of course,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes at a poignant thought. “Hmpf.”
“What are we mumbling there, hm?” a rough female voice spoke out just by her side, and caused the mare’s ears to flatten, jerking up her entire body. Confound those scents and the routine, she missed ponies entering the room! And yes, ponies - her hearing was quite sharp, and that was neither Aloe, nor Lotus.
That was…
“A lady has her secrets, Dash,” a similar, albeit deeper, partly accented voice replied to the first one. Rarity received a generous pat on her back, just when she was about to lift up and look at what precisely was going on. “Well, maybe not so many right now, heh-heh.” She felt strong, quick fingers play-walk over the patch of skin that the bra used to take up on her back.
“Would either of you two tell me what sort of business you have got in here?” Rarity spoke up impatiently, her normally deeper, proper tone slipping into squeakiness. “I am fairly certain that there is a sign that reads “Private” on the door to this lounge! Ohhh, the pair of you are two things now!” she articulated, perhaps to reinforce her confidence. Naturally, her body remained laying on the table - while this was a blush-inducing incident, she had little to fear. These two were pretty intricately known to her. “Miscreants… and certainly not being allowed back into this establishment - after I procured passes for you, no less! Bah - the favors I will have to call in noOOOOOOWWWWW!!! Eeeek!..”
Rarity’s change of tone came from an absolutely electric feeling in her body, which originated near her lower back, and was almost certainly delivered by a pokey fingernail to a weak point in the nerves. The jolt was incredibly stimulating and heartbeat-inducing after such a long, relaxed buildup, that she merely shuddered in place as more noises were produced.
“Applejack!.. Rainbow… D-dash!.. You will stop that!” she squeaked out in a tiny huff. Now that the shock had gone, the stimulating feeling had left her with a small grin on her face. An unbelievably deep part of her also pointed out that having the two tomboyish, athletic, attractive mares give her a bit of a tease was not exactly abhorrent. She would never have stuck around either of them for all the years had that not been the case. “I am sorry to break it to you, but I’m not blooming for either of you, not quite. Such a room is what you will gain access to if you visit the establishment regularly enough, and before you broke in, I had my body relaxed and prepared for a massage. Now look at me, I’m a shuddering mess. Hmf! Aloe - or Lotus, I suppose - will have to dig extra hard now.”
Transferring the intrusion of privacy into banter was not necessarily done out of desperation. Frankly, now that this had all been completely, utterly settled, she enjoyed the intrusion for what it was. It gladdened her to know that the two finally visited the place without her pull - even if they ended up getting lost. Moreover, her remark even made the two of them chuckle! Delightful. She had made her friends’ day better.
Though something seemed quite strange about their chuckling.
“Oh, they sure will, Rare, they sure will. Yep,” she heard Applejack say with a drawn-out, uncharacteristic tinge. Then - the sound of the lock on the door.
“She sure got a point, AJ. Shud-der-ing mmmesss,” she heard Rainbow Dash remark from a bit further away, just by the door, in fact. Her drawing out the syllables raised a few alarms in her head.
“What on ear—”
“Sorry to break it to you, dar-leen, but this private service mango-shmango ain’t exactly that difficult to, shall we say, procure. Nuh-huh it ain’t. And I see you either didn’t quite check the roll for today, or they didn’t give you one. Up to them, I guess. But you maybe shoulda. ‘Cause, you know… Unlike SOME ponies, when I wanna do something, I am up and honest about it.” Applejack spoke all that while walking around the bare-backed unicorn, who had already lifted her head up, but remained on the table. Out of nothing but sheer trust and residual comfort of having her friends around, that was.
Somehow, remarking that the orange earth pony’s red and white checkered shirt did most absolutely NOT match her non-cosmetically torn jeans and brown thick-soled shoes, and that the blue rainbow-maned pegasus really ought to wear longer shorts and shorter tops, as well as tie her converse sneakers properly… did not much save her train of thought from derailing into cold, heart-panging territory.
“T-chah, AJ, quit acting like you’re in some stupid drama. You got duped and you’re mad now, we get it,” Dash remarked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking squintily at the two of them.
“Oh, how did you even—”
“As I was saying,” Applejack glared at the pegasus with a slight eyebrow wag, “I’m up and honest about it. Now, well, you’re all here and in one piece. So, tell me, Rare… You got kinks worked outta you recently, huh?”
Rarity’s heart sunk, and that was her laying horizontally.
“Hey, thanks again for this, Rare. It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten the kinks worked outta me, heh.”
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean, dear.”
“And you even got a room at the spa for us! I guess you spend so much time here they just gave you your own set of keys, huh?” Applejack chuckled.
“Hm, yes, laugh all you like! But Aloe and Lotus know me far too well. I asked for a private room for an hour, and as this is a weekday, they were more than happy to oblige. Now... I’ll just be waiting out here getting ready, have your warm shower, it makes this all… particularly effective.”
Applejack nodded and smiled, hanging her hat on a hook and kicking off her work boots on the way to shower room. Rarity did the same with her coat and heels, sitting down and opening up a magazine after prepping the massage table.
Luckily for Rarity, Applejack’s showers were… efficient. No longer than they had to be. When the pony left the shower room, still slightly steamy and dripping wet, Rarity was quick to note how fetching she looked like that. Long, wet hair running straight down her back, wearing nothing but a towel that held in her more than respectable cleavage, and a generally pleasant view of her strong shoulders, arms, ankles and feet.
Rarity forced her reactionary smile into something more friendly and less lewd, motioning to the empty massage table. Applejack, having very few self-esteem related qualms, discarded the towel, revealing her full naked self for but a few brief moments before laying down flat, face peeking out the face slot, as her height about matched up, not causing her to rest on the pillow beyond.
It didn’t take Rarity very long to dig in, drying AJ’s back a little more before kneading with surprisingly effective strength.
“Ooof... Gosh, Rarity, you really know how to… ahh... get into a girl’s skin…” Applejack huffed in delight, admiring the deftness of her friend’s hands.
“Aww, thanks, sweetie. I’m not quite a masseuse but… your body really is quite knotted, I’ll have you know, so this is bound to feel amazing if I say so myself. Although it certainly is proof you don’t come here much…”
“Hey now, I’m not offered free massages all that often. Taking it this time is just good and practical, I find.”
Rarity hummed to herself as she got lost in her work, as well as getting lost in the gentle moans of relief that filled the room. Eventually, Applejack was dry enough allow for lotion as well. Now the unicorn mare’s adept hands were sliding from place to place, becoming quite intimate with how fit Applejack was, every inch of her supple flesh taut, but satisfyingly full. Knowing this was a professional enough setting, Rarity’s hands eventually glided over to AJ’s thighs, the strongest part yet. Squeezing there caused AJ to buck a little, before melting like putty in her fingers, the groans reaching an ever higher pitch.
Becoming braver still, she paid her buttocks a number of brief visits, giving them a good caress, but not tallying there too long, until a request from AJ sent her back, obviously how good it felt surpassed any weirdness. Soon, Applejack’s muscles felt considerably looser, but Rarity kept rubbing a bit anyway, never growing tired of hearing her friend and possible muse make such wonderful sounds under her touch. Though, Rarity still had a few things in mind.
“Ahhhh… Rare… I really can’t thank ya enough for thiiiiiiissssss aaaahh~” AJ was cut off as Rarity’s manicured nails traveled down her back, very well facilitated by the lotion, pressing lightly into the warm, now particularly receptive flesh. “Oh sweet— please, do that again…”
Rarity was more than happy to, this time her nails traveled further, all the way down her back, over her buttocks, and down to her ankles. “Ohhh… somehow… I doubt that’s common practice, Rarity… but I really don’t mind, heheh…”
“Ohhh, no, dear. This is just an added extra of mine, I call it… ahhh… nerve revitalization. Feels wonderful doesn’t it?” Applejack mumbled in agreeance as the nails started raking down her back again, too blissed out to respond properly. Little did she know, however - she had just signed the warrant of her doom.
Rarity’s fingers started getting a bit trickier, wiggling a bit as they scratched away at Applejack’s now neediest areas. All in all, a minute or two of such light teasing only earned her a handful of little titters. It was due time to kick it up a notch. She removed her stockings, not wanting them to get any lotion smudged around, before sitting herself up on Applejack’s lower back, getting into a more advantageous position. By this point, AJ thought she knew better than to question Rarity’s methods, it all felt so wonderful, even the occasional tickle did.
However, now that she was sat ontop of her, Rarity was being even naughtier. The scratching was gradually becoming more and more tickly, her hands touching places they would not before. Having mapped out all the spots that gave the most vocal reception, Rarity systematically began to tease each and every one of them, and beyond. The nooks of her neck, the sides of her gorgeous, heavy hips, a sneaky finger under her arm that left as soon as it came, a rather touchy spot behind the knee got a few rakes. Rarity even repositioned herself a little, laying her bare foot flat on AJ’s lower back, letting her pedicured toenails scratch widly as she could make them.
Applejack was now chortling softly, a combination of factors contributing to her general lack of response. Rarity’s weight ontop of her wasn’t too considerable, but combined with her relaxed state, loosened muscles, and the fact it still somehow felt heavenly (as well as equally hellish) stopped her from getting up from the table and ending Rarity’s little tickle fiesta.
However, a lightbulb went off in Rarity’s head. She had somehow managed to forget somewhere - somewhere she adores, no less! Looking down to the end of the table, she spied Applejack’s slightly sweaty feet, toes wiggling lightly as the nails still swept over her torso.
Rubbing her hands together, Rarity laid flat ontop of AJ, face not far from the objects of her affection. Slightly wrinkled due to the position in which Applejack was laying, the rather large pair of feet were in dire need of tender loving care as well. Wetting her hands with some of the excess lotion from the earth pony’s back, Rarity deftly supported AJ’s left ankle and top of her foot in her hand, before squeezing it, caressing it, and basically doing everything she did to the rest of her body.
Applejack’s strong toes were pampered between Rarity’s thumb and her other sweeping fingers, before they slotted between each toe, entire hand tightening on the entirety of the foot in a comforting embrace that melted all its tough work away. By this point, AJ was moaning again, and almost drooling too, her feet being the most overworked area of all. Rarity’s hands felt the slight callous from all those hard days in those work boots. Despite the feet were quite tough, in Rarity’s oily hands, they melted until they could barely function, save for a twitch of the toes or two.
The same process was repeated with the other foot, Applejack having long been transported to state of blissful serenity. Soon enough, both feet were blushing and trembling, Rarity infinitely pleased with her fine work. It was finally time for endgame. Holding both feet down at their ankles, her free right hand scraped at the shockingly tender feet, nails exploring every inch of flesh, every wrinkle.
Lucky for her, AJ’s wet back couldn’t feel the slight damp spot in Rarity’s underwear, as Rarity continued to abuse the overstimulated, warm soles, her humming having risen a few decibels. The orange mare’s own hapless giggling only overcame that volume after about three minutes of such a ruthless ordeal.
However, the increased magnitude of the tickling was becoming too much for Applejack’s body to stay powerless. Weak as she may currently be, she still struggled under Rarity’s vicious nails, which were how assaulting the stems of her toes, her skin crinkling in sympathy for the nerves that lay beneath them.
“Pleeeheeeheeease… heh-heeeh… R-r-rhehehe… Raaareee... c-c’mon nowhowhow…” she whimpered, a few hot tears dropping to the floor beneath her.
Eventually, the nails scratched somewhere really best left avoided - the spot between the earth pony’s big toe and the one next to it. One final loud laugh signified the coming of a powerful arching in AJ’s back, which came in full force, knocking Rarity clean off onto the floor with a surprised yelp.
“Heheh… uhmm… sorry about that… Rarity, but y’know… what the hay was that last part?!”
“...ooohhhhh…” the white unicorn let out a long, moany sigh of realization.
“Aaaaaaahhhh,” Rainbow Dash mocked her in return.
Sweet sweet heavens, the sheer level of heat she felt in her body. All sorts of it. Embarrassment, indignancy, scowlage at the spa owners - those most presently figured into it. How… preposterous! What a travesty. How was such a thing even remotely acceptable?
“So lessee here…” she heard the orange pony speak up just by her, and felt the warmth of a face just near hers. They did not quite meet eye to eye. Rarity had sunk her own muzzle into the head slot, so as to save showing off the immense blush. “How about I be gentle, hmm?”
How, how, how-how-how-how-how was such a thing acceptable?!
How, ho—
“...hoohooohoohhhh— KHHH! Khkhhhohohhhhnnnooo!...” the unfortunate mare spilled right open, just barely closing her mouth shut and turning her head left and right indignantly. There was not much ceremony to it - they gave her enough credit to figure out what was going on. What exactly was going on was AJ’s firm fingers, up her sides and just up to the armpits. A single pokey run, but enough to give the unicorn quite a shock. She could all but feel the grin of the far stronger earth pony as her lungs managed excessive air input and output.
The tint of red her blush had turned was quite remarkable - thankfully, nobody could see it. The two ponies in the room with her were… preoccupied. Her naturally heightened senses, pushed even further by such stimulation, told her that they had paced around her a little more, and their warmth switched places. Some more low chuckling was heard, but nothing overly important was addressed at her.
That was good, because if they pointed out to her that, so far, all she did was lie down, punch the table, throw her head around, and protest, she would have absolutely no excuses or explanations. None, zero, nil, nada, null. What was she doing? Oh, she sure knew what she wasn’t doing - causing mayhem with magic, throwing hard and sharp objects around, attempting teleportation, spitting sparks out the horn, screaming at physically painful volumes, or at least throwing out threats.
Since then was that how it worked? She held such a stark conviction that—
“Nnneeeeeeeeeeeeheheheeeeh! This, thhihihis doesn’t ha— hck! —have to be this waaay!..” Rarity hiccupedly giggled out, letting out a loud “oof!” when a rather weightful piece of pony plopped right on top of her. The motion that got her to make such a sound was then repeated, more statically - dastardly light wiggles at the sides, intercepted with deep, alarmingly precise drills at her hips. Oh, holy, dear, and graceful, WHY were certain sections of her growing so warm under the naughty, weighty pressure? Well, sure, she was quite warm, Applejack was, but that did not—
“Hey, gotta work out them kinks. Sure got a lot of them, you have,” the earth pony on top of her replied in such a tone that it was impossible not to see the grin on her face as she said it. The hoarse, low, somewhat patronizing tone… Ohhh, what was UP with her?
“Naaaw! Nnnaw! Nnnuhahah, mmmhehehehe… W-why, I— eee!” Rarity intersperced her protests with light punches against the soft padding, and wished there was no face slot after all - she would love to have something soft to bury herself in, escape the embarrassment. It had become a touch different now - one set of fingers menacingly, but almost fleetingly, wiggled at her left side, pinching every now and then, whereas the other would strongly tread across her back. That set, in particular, teased her inner being further yet, since what the not-so-simple farmpony was doing could well be compared to Rarity’s own massages. Unless AJ lead a second life that much more in common with Rarity’s, she may very well have been a natural.
No, no, that train of work provided no salvation from the teasing either. With a high, yet languid, squeal, the unicorn gripped her head. In hindsight… she may as well not have done her mane after the shower.
“Darn, girl, you’re tense! You think I gotta work it harder, Rainbow?” Applejack spoke up with a playful croak in her voice. Loud enough to overshadow the unicorn’s helpless chuckling, light thrashing, and noise-making - the elegant mare continued to respond to the inconsistent touches to her tender coat, but was yet to take the response to where it justified the soundproof quality of the room.
Almost loud enough to cover up the azure pegasus’ annoyed “pfff”, however.
“Phhhffhfffhhheeennnnnnooouuuugh! Yooohohooou’re go— hick! — goinnnhhhhmmfmfmfmfmf — gonna crush meee!” the unfortunate mare tried to cry out, but was simply met with a “Nah, I won’t” for a reply.
“You know what I think? I think I’m wrong. YOU’re the drama queen, AJ,” Dash said with a mock distantness to her voice. Despite Rarity’s body raising in heat, evermore so now that Applejack’s treading hand began to explore the parts by her shoulderblades, where the bra belonged, it was palpable that the second pony had neared in on them. “I mean come on. You’ve been coochie-cooing her for what, like, ten minutes now?”
Sweet goodness, THAT long?
“And you’ve been grumpy in the corner, yep.” Rarity felt the weight on top of her shift, causing her legs to raise up at the knees. Apparently, that was the earth pony nodding enthusiastically. “You wanna keep watching? I can tell you like what you’re seeing, and, hey, I’m fine teaching our friend here some life lessons...” At that moment, the orange mare’s fingers dug deep into her hips, one of the hands then almost immediately sneaking into an armpit which Rarity foolishly left open. It necessitated a much louder continuation for Applejack’s voice to overpower her helpless squealing, amplified to the thrashing she performed, all in denial. “...all on my own.”
“Nnnuuuuuu!!! Nnn— NNNNNNEEHEHEPpphhfhffmmmmmmmmmmrrrrgh!” the tenderized mare was brought into full-out fist-punching defiance as the strong, slightly scrubby fingers dug into the ribs, waltzing through the nerves by the bones. Time was hard enough to get a grip on, the only indicator of anything happening being her friends’ conversation, but even that did not seem as reliably any longer.
“Yeah, well, blah-blah-blah to you too.” While thrashing and borderline kicking her feet, to absolutely no effect, the white mare felt Dash’s presence switch to right in front of her. The next moment, a fortunately gentle enough hand knocked on her forehead, as if asking to come in. Eyes very wide, Rarity lifted her head, showcasing the stress sweat and blush to the pegasus. That meant that the first she had seen of either of her misaimed friends’ faces was a massive, massive, arguably the widest possible grin splashed across Rainbow’s snout. “Remember me? Sure aren’t fretting about me right now, hah?”
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” was her reply, as she made the most suffering, tearful, miserable face possible in her condition. Which was, as of AJ’s having found her armpits, laughing throatily for as long as her oxygen reserves allowed her to. Effort clearly was put into making that face.
“Yeee, you can trrruuusssst me, Rarity. Sure can trust YOU, right?”
“…Thanks for doing this, Rarity. Heh, I wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but… after that day, I realized I still kinda wanted to, y’know, give this a try. I just wouldn’t trust anyone but you guys to do this, and I guess you’re the most obvi—“
Rarity smiled before hugging the flustered Rainbow Dash tight.
“Relax, sweetie! I know you’re not fond of having your feet touched, but, hopefully, this will take some of the edge off for you. Besides! This is a private room separated from all the rest, nobody you don’t want to will see or hear a thing.”
Dash seemed to regain a bit of her usual confidence after that, hanging her jacket up and kicking off her sneakers, revealing her blue t-shirt and lightly stained white ankle socks respectively.
“Guess I’ll take a shower, huh? I went for a run earlier so I guess I’ll spare ya any—“
“Oh no-no-no, don’t fret about me, whatever makes you most comfortable, darling.”
With that, Dash peeled off her socks and removed her shorts, letting them drop on the floor, before going for her shower.
Much like Applejack beforehand, Dash didn’t take too long, Rarity barely getting halfway through her magazine. Upon exiting the shower room accompanied by a gush of steam, Rarity noticed how particularly vibrant Dash’s hair looked when wet and washed. Oh, how she wished she could brush and style it!.. But one body part for her to peruse at a time was enough.
“Very well then, Dash, you have two options. You can either sit down in a chair, or you can lay face down on the massage table. Both would be quite alright with me.”
Dash contemplated it for a good half minute before deciding on the table. Rarity assumed that was because she would not have to actively watch what was happening. Still, with what she had planned, perhaps that was more a curse than a blessing…
The pegasus had gone through the settling-down process in much the same way as Applejack, perhaps a touch more conscious about showing off her bits and pieces, in spite of having kept a bra on. There was, however, one vital difference on Rarity’s part. Once Dash had placed herself on the table, the unicorn had pressed on the feet by their ankles, and, holding them down in such a fashion, withdrew an in-built restraint strap so as to go right over the ankles and keep the feet soles up. The part of the table where feet belonged to was already shaped just well enough to house them, with waterproof cushioning.
“Err, Rarity… what’s the strap for?!” Dash asked, voice slightly shaky already.
“Oh, that’s just for my safety, dear. Someone as sensetive as you might kick me… and with your musculature and strength, you might do some damage, that’s all.” A tease ended with a compliment - tugging at Dash’s pride was the easiest way to go about this, particularly obvious now that she thought the strap was completely fair.
Stroking the firm calves a little, Rarity tried her best to soothe Dash’s nerves.
“It’s fine, sweetheart, really. You’ll go on to enjoy this, I know you will.”
“First, we start with the basics. Your feet seem to be in reasonable shape, but it is always good to begin with a simple spell that gets rid of any loose skin, even what we can’t quite see. Makes the later ongoings much more effective. Oh, fair warning dear, it’ll tingle just a little.”
In reality, the regular version of the spell made for no feeling whatsoever - that was Rarity’s sneaky twinge. It was not all too bad however, though Dash’s shifting and shuffling certainly made it look like far, far more of a discomfort than it actually was. The twisting arcane energy fluttered up her blue soles, dissipating in mere seconds, Dash doing ten minutes worth of puffing and tittering during the process. Smiling widely and curvily, Rarity placed a reassuring hand on her ankle.
“See? Not so bad!”
“Heh… I k-inda tend to disagree, but... whatever, at least that part’s over…” Dash exhaled, letting her tense body go loose.
“Indeed! Which also means it’s time for the massage! I’m sure you’ll love this part, ooh-hoo-hoo… I remember my first proper foot massage, it was delightful,” Rarity giddily reminisced, wetting her hands with moisturizing lotion procured from a nearby drawer.
“I… guess this doesn’t sound bad… yeah, y’know what, let’s… let’s get started!”
“That’s the spirit, sweetie!” cheered Rarity, sliding her hands down Dash’s twitching arches, getting them perhaps a little overzealously coated. Dash’s feet quivered plentifully under the first genuine consensual contact they were receiving… pretty much ever. One could count the number of times someone came in contact with her bare feet on a single hand, and at that, most were accidents, while the majority of the others simply ended less thanwell for the perpetrators.
Rarity’s oily fingers pushed into the balls of her feet, swirling side to side, before trailing downwards over the arch all the way to her heel. Each toe was given an individual moment of affection, Dash’s twitching now having been traded in for slow, pleasured scrunches as the pegasi huffed and moaned under the attention her feet were receiving.
All those days spent running, playing soccer, kicking behinds in martial arts, and any other laborsome process her feet had been put through were all melting away under Rarity’s graceful, but experienced touch. Considering her lifestyle, regular massages should really have been a necessity, the Wonderbolts received them before and after every performance. This was nothing but a massive, massive favor to Rainbow Dash. Absolutely. After all this was done? Oh, that pony had better lend Rarity her thanks. Of course she should.
And then… not everybody was going to be any gentle on her. The masseurs and masseuses of the Wonderbolts would not just up and adjust themselves to that one spunky new pegasus who squeaked if you even looked at her sensitive bits. So there was absolutely no other way than to... break her in within a friendlier environment. None whatsoever. That was, most obviously, the only reason she was there. Nothing else was going on. At all.
For now, though, the particularly intense massage continued until Rainbow was a sweaty, shuddering mess, Rarity’s keen nose picking up a very familiar, lewd scent on the air. Sensitive feet indeed, sensitive enough to be a direct link to her nethers. Things were certainly getting interesting now.
“Ohh… my…. fffuck… that was…”
“Language, sweetie! But yes, veee-eeery intense. I’m more than glad you’re enjoying this, I really am.”
“Enjoying… yeah… that’s... one word for it… so what now? Ya think you could just… do it a little bit more? I was kinda close to— um, falling asleep, just relaxin y’know, heh…”
“Of course! And no need to be shy, dear. It’s completely natural, we all get a little flustered when our most touchy spots are exploited. So, you just lay there and enjoy yourself, it’ll be our little secret...” Rarity cooed, leaning over and whispering breathily into Dash’s flickering ear.
“Oh and, I’m sure you won’t mind but I think I’ll up the intensity, just a liiittle.”
The look of smudgy, melty content on Rainbow Dash’s face was absolutely savorable. The unicorn failed to restrain herself from giving her a soft little hug, eliciting a tiny “heeey!” and a flick of the acute ear. She then sighed, with a perky smile on her face, and gave the pegasus a pat on her back.
“Okay, maybe a lot.”
Rarity quickly made it away from the athlete’s arms and head, to the drawer and back.
“W-wait, what?!”
Rainbow’s back arched as a makeup brush pampered her feet, the impossibly soft, feathery strands getting inbetween her toes, and everywhere else.
“Aaah! Aaa-aaa-aah, heheheheeelp!.. ooohohoho waaaaaaahaaait n-not thereherehere!” Dash giggled and panted, unable to tolerate the unbearable sensations that felt like some improbable mix of tickling and pleasure that made her toes splay, letting the fibres have even more access to her most intimate areas. Her brain tried to deny what her more feminine parts were experiencing, the mixed signals from her feet pushing all the right (or wrong) arousal buttons.
“Oooh, so we like this, now do we?” Rarity teased, sniffing the increasingly heavy scent on the air.
“Nohohohohayhayhay...! Gehet thahahat… PLEHEEASE GET THAT FFFUCKING BRUSH AWAHAHAYY FROM MY TOHOHOOES, EHEHEHEEEEE.”
And with that, the brushes now fixated completely on the stems of her toes, swishing mindlessly back and forth as Dash’s whole body went berserk.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, what was that? You wanted the brushes on your toes? Well, whatever you say, Dashie dearest!”
“YOU HEHEHEARD W-WHAT I SAIHEHEAD YOU… HAHAHAHAFUHUHUCKING BIHIHITCH NOOOHOHOHOHOOO WAIT I TAKE THAT BACK, NO, PLEASE, I DIDN’T MEAN I— HAHAHAHAHAHANOOOHOHOHAHAHA I CAHANANT I JUST CAN’T NOOOHOO…”
Rarity smiled smugly, the word “bitch” was the trigger she needed to slowly drag her sharp, purple nails down Dash’s soles, scratching between every wrinkle of ticklish skin that presented itself during Rainbow’s immense struggles, only stopping to let Dash get a cough out of her throat. Though even then, a lone nail drew a lazy figure eight over a modestly sized blue foot. A few minutes of the scratchy nails treatment later…
“OHOHOHOWAITWAIT I’M… I’M… J-JUST HAHAHANG ONE SEHEHEC I’M GONN- AHHA- OHGODSOOOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKICAN’TITSTOOMUHUHUuuuuchnnng…. Haa… haa… just… w-wait…c-can’t… heh…”
The moment Rarity knew Dash climaxed, she dug her thumbs right into the middle of Dash’s soles, helping her ride out what would have been the most intense feeling of her life. After she was sure the waves of pleasure had dissipated, Rarity got up and moved over to where Dash’s head rested. Immeasurably sweaty, messy hair and teary, pleading eyes aside, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, drooling. A mixed reaction if ever there was one.
Mixed after such a terrific high meant receptive. So, so much more receptive - the azure pegasus’ mind had to be absolutely swirling with emotion. The unicorn herself gained a blush just by thinking of ways to get her to squirm some more, to give her more deliciousness to witness.
“Sooo... it seems you quite enjoy your feet being toyed with, hmm?” Rarity teased, and grinned to herself, heading out closer to the door, picking up the sneakers with the snocks inside of them. “I wonder… oh, hey, Dashie. Look, those are your friends! They just wanted to visit you, see how you’re doing without them.”
With that, Rarity gently shoved Dash’s snout into her own shoes, nose nudging the socks. After a borderline indescribable sound, the pegasus quit breathing for a few moments, and rolled her head back and forth, probably contemplating just how much she would - or would not - want these back on. Dash even managed a cough of disgust at having to experience her own smell, which clearly showed Rarity that she was fresh enough once again, if such things mattered once again. How she squirmed from all this… Rarity both loved and hated witnessing it, as did Rainbow herself. Though causing her whiny moans and groans was fun, some comfort was necessary.
“There there, it’s alright! Lets just be honest. We enjoyed ourselves today didn’t we?” Rarity queried, gently stroking Dash’s matted rainbow hair before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Y-yeah… I guess… fuck though… I didn’t think I could cum so hard… but all that was so— argh, I’m so confused… thanks, though… I think I kind of needed that… maybe.”
Rarity smiled once again.
“It is all quite alright, dearie. And while we’re on the topic of needs... you think you could help out mine a little too?”
“Heh… well, I’m a bit worn out so as long as I don’t have to get up, sure. Do you want me to eat you ou—“
“No no! Heehee, don’t get me wrong, that does sound lovely, and I do adore your forwardness, but lucky for you, my satisfaction requires even less effort on your part.”
Dash titled her head.
“Huh? How? Wait you don’t… oh… OH NO. RARITY. WAIT!” Dash’s watery eyes tried to plead with Rarity again, who was spinning a pinwheel between her fingers. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these on someone… I bet they feel really good. I guess you’ll just have to tell me. Don’t worry though, I’m sure it won’t take too long for me to finish up… freehand.”
With that, the points on the pinwheel pushed into Rainbow’s sweaty, oily, blushing sole, rolling all the way from heel to toe, causing shrieks with every turn. Who knows, Rarity thought, maybe Dash would finish again before she did. Either way, she was sure she would be thankful for it later… probably. Maybe.
And that was the mare whom she played detective for out of sheer generosity of the heart. What a nasty, morbid, heat-inducing, heart-throbbing, juic— ATROCIOUS turn of events. Inconceivable! CLEARLY, acting in such a way towards her, especially what with the predicament Applejack had placed her in, was uncalled for. Then again, unfortunately, Rainbow Dash was absolutely never one for manners.
“Hoo, daaamn, Rarity,” the pegasus said lewdly, still grinning straight at her. “Do you even KNOW what I’m gonna do to you?”
A loud “Ahem” emerged from atop of the white unicorn, AJ reminding her friend that she existed. And was simultaneously performing teasing massage on a patch of untreaded fur on the back and running her fingers all the way from the hip to the armpit on one of the sides.
“Yeah-yeah-yeah, YOU’re gonna ruffle and caress her,” Dash spoke over the loud “SOHOHOMMMEBODYYY”. “How about you marry her right here if you’re gonna barely touch her anyway?”
Evidently, they stared at each other for a while, with only Rarity’s disgruntled, moan-heavy laughter filling in the silence. For some reason, she tried to move her hands somewhere, but there was nowhere to go. By that point, she had been pushed a bit up on the table, her face now butted against the padding.
“Oh, you know what, Rainbow? As a matter of fact…” the merciless, roguish, strong, at least six feet two inches tall, muscular, naturally attractive weight on top of the mare said, shifting as it did so. “...I am!”
The tickling relented for a few moments, but not for much relief. Something cold slipped itself around her helplessly sparkling horn. Oh, dear. Oh, she knew what that was for. Oh, she knew, she knew, she knew. Oh, how did this turn so sour so quickly, and how did she only put one of those disappearing from her secret collection and Applejack seeming particularly grinny during one of her visits together… now. The sparks stopped.
“...woah. Shit, AJ. Hell, I could use that if Twilight ever… nnnrgh!” the pegasus shuddered at whatever thought that brought her. “Good thinking, though. Where’d you even get that?
“Oh, gee, Rarity, I totally forgot to give you back the ring you lended to me. You, gal, are the picture of honest generosity, I can tell you that for a fact!” the earth pony replied in the other direction, but gave a clear enough answer. Rarity quickly began to gather forces so as to start burning with anger at how someone who preached honesty and got her into THIS on that excuse could go about STEALING her SECRET property, and then USING it like THAT… But her mind had been teased out of its denial stages, and more than one unreturned borrowing, suspicious favor, and curiously transpiring friendly visit came to it as possible explanations. Realistically, especially with the two last points, there was quite enough ground for AJ to do something like this for months now.
Meaning that the blame for arranging this was not on her, it was on the pegasus, who had saved her from a moment of rib tickling by offering the earth pony tormentor a high five, AND THEN MOVED A STOOL UP TO WHERE RARITY’S FEET WERE.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNN! NNNUUAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAAOOOH! I’M VERY SORRY VERY SOOHOHOHOHORRRYYYYY I’LL MAKEITUPTOYOUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUhuhuuuu.. uuuhuhuuuuh… UUUUUUUUUGHHGHHHGGHGHGH!” she shrieked and shrieked, almost sobbing and bawling by the end, pouring all of her dramatic expertise into availing herself of an electrifying fate. Her body did not lay idly either - before the “strrrghhhhcrrrch” of the chair being dragged along was done, they had bent at the knees again, and the soles of her feet plomped somewhere in the area of Applejack’s torso. Even touching the little bit of loose fibers of her shirt tickled. By all the good in the world, how fortunate that she had not had a pedicure as recently as she could have.
“Damn right you will!” the pegasus yelled back, and her strong, dexterous hands pulled down at Rarity’s calves. “Watch me, I’m pedicuring! Har-har-har-har-har!” Before even that mockery of a tease was done, the in-built strap of the massage table secured her feet in their segregated slot. Who even designed such a thing?
Her mock laughter was, far and wide, overshadowed by the unicorn’s own genuine one. It was an incredibly high-pitched gasp at the first touch of a finger on her heel, and an almost ear-shattering squeal as it began to move. The length of time she kept the squeal up for was greatly extended when the rest of Dash’s fingers immediately joined in, not wasting much time testing or teasing - they did everything, everywhere, all at once. Chaos in pedal torment form. Wiggling at the heels, touching the pads, scratching the arches, gliding across the balls, finding their way to the stems and the spots between… all of that in order, in combinations, at once.
“—EEEEAAHAHAHAH, EEEEAHAHAHAHHAHHH, EEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHH, HAAAAH, KHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, mmmmmmmnnnAAAAAAAAAAH!!!—”
Rarity was not exactly terrible with her health, but coughing began a mere four minutes into that ordeal. She would tell as much from the clock on the wall, but counting did not seem very important at the moment. The time was gathered by one of AJ’s remarks, as she continued to be gentler on her upper body, having to more or less do it rodeo-style on top of a very thrashy ticklish pony.
“Thaaaaaaaaat’s what I’m talking about, thaaaaaat’s riiiiiiiiiight,” Dash was heard saying among very audible, borderline comedic villain cackling. “Oooooo, I’m Rarity, I give friends free massages and shit! Look at me, I’m so generous, hwah-hwah-hwah!”
“Rainbow, you mind giving her a break? Girl ain’t got much air in her left.”
Judging by how the next thing she felt was as many fingers as Dash could have pulled through her scrunched up toes, on those very toes, that argument did not work. It stood true, though. She laughed very laborly now, and her body was extremely confused, in more than one way.
“Hey, Rarity! Call me a bitch and I’ll let you breathe!” the pegasus shouted over the laughter she was causing, and caused Rarity’s head to shoot way up, ears completely folding over, eyes so large it was good nobody could see them.
“NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!” she screeched in panic. Her mind, her heart, her thoughts… not under her control, not anymore, and now being toyed with. What cruelty - what indignance! Have these two ever, at least once, heard of consent and good sense?! Why, why, why? What had she done to deserve being tricked into becoming a merciless exploitation tool for their hungry, lusty needs?
WHY DID SHE KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION?!
“Hear that? She don’t wanna breathe, I don’t let her breathe!” Dash came to her own conclusion, causing a palpable sigh from AJ, who had, in fact, withdrawn her hands from the unicorn’s sides for the time being. “Oh, hey! Rarity, sure not tired from all the wiggling you’re doing down there, are ya?”
“NNUAHAHAHEHEHEHEH, heeeeee, HEEEEEEE!!!” the mare squealed back in return, at least some of the pegasus’ fingernails remaining on her toes, pinching and digging into the stems. “NNNOOHHOHOHO WHYYY???”
“Oh, what’s THAT? They ARE? Oh, DEAR, that is so AWFUL to HEAR!!!” the blue mare in charge glomped down on the proverbial scenery, bits of vengeful spittle landing on Rarity’s torture-sweaty feet. “Well, I wouldn’t be a GOOD FRIEND if I didn’t HELP YOU OUT! AJ, bend back for me.”
“Rainbow, you’re a hypocrite,” Applejack replied, but did arch backwards, inadvertently increasing the pressure onto… parts… of her victim. These parts burned with a flame of unsuppressed heat. Or, well… Not in the way that she would prefer them to be. Especially not with what that pony’s hands were doing - they did not hang idly. They went all over her back with gentle, pressing touches, occasionally pushing a bit deeper in, especially focusing on bits that would normally not be very available. An actual massage, if a slightly intrusive one. Most absolutely not one needed when trying to stay on the sane side of things while being tormented beyond worldly belief on her feet!
Those feet were, indeed, thrashing around to the best of their ability. At least, up until Dash’s hands gripped them tight, and, after some ticklish struggle, fastened something thick, clothy, and bendy around the big toes.
Rarity only half put together where that came from when more calls for torture came from the side of Rainbow Dash. Conveniently, her laughter had gone quiet for that moment, being replaced with subtler giggles and coughs.
“Raaarityyy! Call AJ “a bit chubby” and I’ll let you go!” the pegasus shouted at her. The exploitation of the formerly elegant unicorn had been going on for just about fifteen to twenty minutes by now, and her mind could only be so rational.
“Aakkahahahha… Akkhhhahahhehehe… Kheheheh… Applejahahaaack… A— ehkheee! A… J… ihihisss… isss… a bihhhhhmmffppf… a bit ch—”
“Woooooooooooooooooooooooow,” Rainbow droned loudly, louder than Applejack’s own sigh of exasperation. “You just called Applejack a bitch. Well screw you too, Rares, guess you want us to go harder on you!”
“Rainbooow…”
“Yeeeah you do,” Dash chuckled, letting her fingers loose over the much more acceptible white (now quite a bit pinkish) soles.
“Raaainbooow.”
“Hey, what? There a problem?” she asked in annoyance, not even having to raise her voice so much. “I don’t think there’s a problem. Well, she sure didn’t.”
“Rainbow, how ‘bout you let me have a go at her feet there, hm?” Applejack’s voice sounded more gouding, haggling. Or, so Rarity could tell, mostly occupied by how her tummy vibrated with each attempt at laughter, and those vibrations were starting to pile up into quite an ache. “Ain’t like I’m untarnished none.”
A “prffft” and a “gurrrh” were followed with… respite, glorious, wondrous, amazing respite. Whole seconds of it. They were enough for Rarity to almost scrunch up into a ball where she lay, coughing and giggling, enjoying her newfound not-really-freedom. Then, of course, she heard what the two of them were saying.
“Yeeeah, you were going easy on her in there, anyway. Hoo boy—” Dash added a whistle, evidently opening up a… drawer. Oh dear heavens, a drawer. “—this is gonna be fun! All right there on display. Hey, catch! I shoulda used this, but bwah, guess we can swap later again.”
“What’s this meant to be, Rainbow?” AJ asked, taking her place by Rarity’s feet. That pony gave her a pat on the head and a gentle tap on her calves upon departing. Those two things were enough to push out the first tears to come out of the suffering unicorn’s eyes, somehow. If Dash found out… Oh, Rarity wished she would not. “It’s… pink?..”
“Some oily stuff, Iunno. It looks the ickiest, so let her have it. Oh, hey, have this too!” The unicorn already knew what Dash must have thrown Applejack’s way, and began to tear up in full. It was a good release, actually. Nothing to be ashamed of.
“Now, let’s see, what— oooh. Oooooooh. OOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOH!!!” That loud exclamation set every single alert within the unicorn’s mind and body. This thing she knew as well, and it was the only object that could elicit such a response from the vengeful pegasus.
“Ap-p-phhfhfhf… Applejack… Applejack stop her now no plehe… phfff… hfff… You can’t just… uhohoh… Oh I’m not made for… ooohhhhhnonono…” she pleaded babblingly, trying her best to turn herself backwards and look AJ in the eyes with her own, which did not need any additional theatrics to look convincing. “I’d… I’d neheheh… nohohoh… ohhh noooo…”
“They keep THIS sort of stuff here? Amazing.”
“Shuuush. Shush now, shush-shush-shush,” she felt the earth pony calm her, barely sounding mocking in so doing… “Liar-liar.” ...for the time being.
“Oh no you can’t tell me you’re going… to… ohhh…”
“Yep, I remember that night, alright. Dont’cha tell me they keep gags here, this thing’s yours. And ta’ think that Aloe and Lotus said you were gonna have Fluttershy, of all ponies, here in this room this week. You ain’t got no shame, girl.” About the only thing worse than hearing this... was hearing the dreadful bottle pop open, and a brushy object swoosh-swish within it.
The unicorn’s sweat was mixed with tears, and her grin and pleading eyes were mixed with exhaustion. She gripped her head, many, many thoughts rolling through it, like… pinwheels… oh sweet heavens make it so she… so she… checksthelowdrawer… The denial and the confusion, it all melted together, into a mushy, pink mess, sweaty, giggly, and raspy.
Even more giggly, and squealishly pleady, when a deligh— DISASTROUSLY soft, wet makeup brush began to go up and down one of her soles.
“Now that thing feels good…” Applejack murmured from behind, leading the brush to roam freely all over the place. Bits of her loose mane fell on the other sole, itching, tingling, almost enough for her to wish - ask - that she use her other hand to alleviate that.
This confusion over what to feel was bad enough. It got worse when an index finger knocked on her head again, gently so. She opened her eyes, arm resting on forehead, and stared at Dash. And the holed ball gag, which dangled in front of her, like a pet’s toy.
“Hey, Rare. This is your friend, am I right? He’s come to see that you do something nice for me,” The pegasus bent down, and sunk her snout right into Rarity’s, touching it, scrunching them up together, eyes squinted, and an evil, evil, evil grin on her face. “Shut up and screeeam,” she whispered maliciously, in a tone that would only not be funny if you were teased beyond belief, tickled for half an hour, menaced and tricked, and enjoyedeverysecondof—
“Nooooooooo,” Rarity opened her mouth wide in a quiet scream, and moved her head to the side so that the straps would be easier to apply.
For someone who was so, so up and forceful about her own little desires and needs with others, the graceful fashionista clearly had a bit of a hard time accepting parts of said desires in regard to herself. But it was fine. She had trustworthy friends who could help her out with that.
That she did. For quite a while...
