Lovely Hands

by StoryWeaverKP

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Rarity, Spa Ponies, Spitfire, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Granny Smith, Anon, Second Person
Length: 11107

You are Anon, and you have been hired to work at the Ponyville Day Spa

You are Anon, a human living in Equestria. Your good friend Rarity has suggested, or rather forced you, to work at the Ponyville Day Spa as a masseuse. This won't get awkward, right? Right? Right?!

Published 2017-07-10 07:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-07-13 18:04:59 UTC

Chapter 1 - The Job Interview

Chapter 1 The Job interview

“Trust me, darling,” Rarity says, her usual sense of undisputed correctness flittering about each word. “This will be the perfect job for you. You were born for this.”

You groan as you follow her through the streets of Ponyville. It’s still early in the morning, and the usual hustle and bustle of the ponies had not started yet.

Your name is Anon, and it was a happy happenstance that you found yourself in a world of bright colors and cheerful personalities. Two months ago, a whirling, rainbow colored vortex appeared in your bathroom. Perhaps it was the drowsiness of sleep deprivation from playing too many videogames that night, or perhaps the long curiosity as to what this portal could be, but for whatever reason, you just walked through it.

If video game logic taught you anything, it was that swirling portals were the starts to fantastic experiences… about 50% of the time. When you exited, you came face to face with a pair of pastel colored pony creatures, whose names were Princess Twilight Sparkle and Starlight Glimmer. Based upon their explanation, the portal had been an egregious arcane accident, one that was most likely never to be replicated again.

Fast forward two months, and here you are… following a white unicorn to a most unlikely of destinations.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

Rarity glances back to you and flutters her eyes, the same way that she always does when she’s about to say something seemingly saucy. She really does enjoy teasing you.

“But Anon,” she begins. “You’ve done it to me all this week, and it would be a shame for you not to share your … delicious talents with other ponies. Besides, don’t you want to have a job?”

You reply, “Well, yeah…”

“Then hurry along,” Rarity says. “I promised the girls that you’d be there by opening. We shan’t be late.”

“Okay…” you say.

Though you have not been in Ponyville, or Equestria for the matter long, you have come to realize many important truths.
One such truth was this: when Rarity puts her mind to something, few things in this world or the next can dissuade her.

It isn’t long before you finally reach the Ponyville Day Spa. It’s a unique building with crème-colored walls, blue tent-like spires jutting from the roof, and pink accents around the doors and windows. You had passed by this place many times as you walked across Ponyville, trying to find employment.

Rarity steps inside and announces, “Hello, darlings! I’ve brought him along!”

You step into the interior of the Day Spa. The majority of the spa is a large, open room with a humongous tub in the center. There are several beds lined around the room as well, and a doorway stands at the back wall, perhaps leading into other rooms.

A pair of neon-colored ponies stand in front of Rarity, and they are both giving you mixed, concerned gazes. One of the ponies has bright blue fur with a bright pink mane, and the other is the exact opposite of the first.

“Anon,” Rarity says, “This is Aloe and Lotus Blossom. They are going to be your new bosses.”

You smirk awkwardly, because it’s clear that both of these mares are just as uncomfortable about this set up as you are.

Lotus, the blue pony, lets out an awkward giggle. When she speaks, it sounds like she’s from an Eastern European country or something. “Are you sure about this? I mean… I’m sure what you are saying is true, but-”

“Trust me,” Rarity says. She peeks over at you. “I have never had a better massage in all my life.”

Aloe, the pink mare, scoffs a little, and then she turns her head away. Her accent is a little thicker than her twin sisters. “I hope you realize how offensive that is for us. Such things are our special talent, after all.”

“Oh don’t be sore,” Rarity replies. “Its because he has those things on his …” she pauses for a moment. “I believe Twilight called it a hand?” She looks to you. “What are they called again?”

A sudden chuckle threatens to bubble up from your throat. You hold up your hands. “Fingers.”

Rarity smiles. “Yes, fingers. They can do things that hoofs just can’t. Try him out for yourself, darlings! I promise that not only will you love his service, but it will take your business to the next level!”

Aloe stomps forward. “Very well, I will be the one to test him. You would massage me, and then shampoo me!” She lets out a huff as she sits down in front of you.

You swallow hard, and take a few uneasy steps toward the pink-coated earth pony. Rarity watches you, and a maddening sparkle dances in her eyes. It’s as if you were her creation, and she was fabulous mad scientist.

Lotus walks over to fetch a bottle of shampoo, and Aloe glares at you from over her shoulder.

“What are you waiting for?” Aloe asks. “You should never keep a customer waiting.”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” You say.

Reluctance builds in your stomach, but you gently lay your hands on her shoulders. Your thumbs start to press in softly, and then you use more force. Not so much to cause pain, but just enough to work out some of the tightness beneath Aloe’s skin. The hair on her coat sticks up through your fingers, and you use the other eight fingers to make little circles on her skin.

For a long moment, the entire spa is quiet, although so much can be gathered from just looking at Lotus and Rarity’s faces. Triumph radiates from Rarity’s ‘I told you so, darling’ smile. Lotus on the other hand wears a mask of utter surprise.

Her mouth is ajar, and her eyes are wide. Each of her blue irises sparkle with wonder.

It’s at that moment that you start to wonder about Aloe. Ever since you started, she has been quiet.
Just as you are about to ask if she is alright, Aloe lets out a slight and low moan. Her head goes back a little, and her eyes are completely closed.

You continue to massage, moving up to the neck. As you continue to kneed the tissue, you make sure to avoid rubbing the spine. Aloe’s shoulders slump a little, and she lets out another satisfied grunt.

“Th-that feels sooo good,” Aloe said.

Rarity laughs a little. “Oh, you have not felt anything yet. Prepare yourself.”

Aloe glances us at the white unicorn. “What do you mean?”

You already know what’s coming, and you pray that it doesn’t end like how your sessions have gone with Rarity. In the back of your mind, you already know you’re doomed.

Rarity smiles all the wider, as if she knows what you’re thinking. “Anon, why don’t you shampoo her now?”

Aloe’s eyes widen, and she peers back at you with a new-found sense of awe.

Lotus utters ever so slightly, “Sweet Celestia.”

Rarity replies, “Oh yes, darling. All of what you’re imaging and more.” She turns to you. “Chop chop. On with it then.”

Lotus leads you and Aloe over to the shampooing stall, and Aloe lays down. Her eyes quiver, and she stares up at you as if she is nothing more than a tiny filly… and you, you’re the damned Boogey Man.

You reach for a small bucket of water, and you slowly drip it over Aloe’s hair, making special care not to splash it in her face. Rarity had instructed you in how to best care for a lady over the last few weeks, so this sort of technique wasn’t new to you.

Aloe never takes her eyes off of you.

You reach for the shampoo, and squirt a glop of it into your hand. Aloe’s body shutters as the bottle empties, and her eyes become pinpricks.

A great, tenseness throbs in your insides somewhere, and you take another deep breath before you apply the shampoo to the pink mare’s mane. At first, there isn’t a reaction, but then you start lathering the shampoo and massaging Aloe’s scalp. Your fingertips press into her skin, and Aloe’s sense of composure shatters.

Her eyes flutter and close completely, and her lower legs twist and writhe. She moans loudly, and her chest heaves. You want to stop, but you really need a job, and the only other creature in Ponyville with fingers is a baby dragon. Rarity was right, this could be a good chance for you to make a lot of money.

You press your fingers harder, but again, not too hard. Each of your fingertips makes smaller, circular motions against her scalp. Every few seconds, you switch from the scalp massage to attending to Aloe’s pretty hair. Whenever you go back to her scalp, the earth pony mare resumes her screeches of delight.

Like before, Rarity and Lotus watch as this whole ordeal continues. Rarity still wears her smug grin. Lotus’ cheeks are blushing, which was kinda funny to see since she has blue fur.

You reach for a bucket of warm water, and you start washing the soap from Aloe’s mane. Just as per Rarity’s instruction, you do another deep tissue scalp massage. This time, you are a little gentler with your touch, which makes Aloe squirm all the more.

As you are toweling Aloe’s mane dry, her breathing starts to get back to a regular pace. Her cheeks are also bright red, and her pupils have nearly encompassed her irises.

When she tries to stand on her four hooves, her knees are wobbly.

Rarity turns to Lotus. “So…?”

Lotus doesn’t take her eyes off of you. She licks her lips slightly, and her blush reddens.

“He’s hired,” Lotus says.

“Y-yes,” Aloe agrees.

All you can do is grin. The awkwardness has definitely increased.

“Um, thank you,” You say. “I’ll do my best.”

Is it just your imagination, or is Rarity’s expression becoming more hungry and predatory.

Coming soon… Chapter 2 –The First Day

Chapter 2 - The First Day

Chapter 2 The First Day

“This is your work room,” Lotus says as she opens one of the doors in the back corridor.

You gaze into a small twenty-five foot by twenty-five foot room with a long table resting in the center of it. The table resembles many of the tables that form a perimeter around the giant tub. The room even has a small drain at the head of the table, presumably for giving shampoo services to ponies who come to the spa.

Several smaller end tables line the room, and each of them has pots containing assortments of sweet smelling flowers in them. Several cabinets are nailed to the walls.

“Do you have any questions, Anon?” Lotus asks.

You shake your head. “I think I understand how it’s going to go. You’ll send ponies to see me, right?”

Lotus nods. “Since it’s your first day, we’ll give you two or three clients, depending on how busy we are.”

She turns to go, but you call out after her.

“Hey,” you say. “What is in the cabinets? Towels?”

Lotus replies, “In one of them, yes. Another cabinet has essential oils for rubbing, and the last has bottles of shampoo and conditioner.”

She closes the door behind you, and you let out a heavy sigh. With nothing else to do, you sit on the table, and swing your legs to and fro.

How in the hell did you find yourself in this situation? There should have been at least a dozen things you could have done at the crystal castle. Heck, you might have preferred polishing the castle exterior rather than rub up on pony folk.

A slight bead of dread flickered in the back of your mind. What if some pony like Mr. Cake came in for a massage? It was bad enough that Rarity had reveled in the touch of your powerful hands, but at least she was female.

About an hour into your shift, the door to your room opens, and a wary pony steps inside.

A pair of aged orange irises locks with your own. The pony stands hunched over, and she peers up at you with a great deal of uncertainty. The old mare has light green fur, and a delicious apple pie cutie mark sits on her flank. Both her white tail and mane are tied into a bun. She’s wearing an orange shawl with red apples plastered across the fabric.

She moistens her lips before she speaks. “Y-you’re the one that’s going to give me a… whatcha’ma’call’it?”

“A massage?” you ask.

Slowly, she nods. “Yeah. That. Those two youngersters didn’t tell me some pony… er… well… they didn’t tell me you were going to do the rubbing. I’m not too sure about this.”

You had heard about Granny Smith from your friend Applejack. This wonderful, old mare had been one of the most established citizens in Ponyville. According to Applejack, she was here in the beginning before Ponyville was even a thing.
She worked hard all her life so the town and her family could flourish. If she were here to have the stresses eased out of her body, well then Celestia dammit, you were going to make her feel relaxed.

You smile as you bow to her. “I promise this will be a good experience.”

She narrows her eyes, and she stays over by the door.

“How about this,” you say. “If you don’t like it, I’ll come out to work on the Apple farm for a week for free.”

“For free, huh?” a sudden twinkle glimmers in her eyes. “Okay, sonny. You got yerself a deal.”

Granny Smith trots over to the table, and her movements are slow and drawn out. At first, you think it has to deal with her still present mistrust. As Granny Smith walks, her eyes squint every now and then, and her muscles tense along the thigh and haunches. A sudden realization washes over you.

You help Granny Smith onto the table, and she lies down on her stomach.

“Are you comfortable, ma’am?” you ask.

“As comfortable as I’m going to get, young’un.” She looks at you. “You are young for your… um… whatever you are, right?”

A wide grin spreads across your face. Granted, this is awkward, but poor Granny Smith needed some relief. “Yes, ma’am. I am.”

Granny Smith chuckles. “At least your momma taught you manners. You know, I wouldn’t have come to get this rub down if’in’it wasn’t for my grand daughter Apple Bloom winning some kind of raffle. Why that durn’d fool of a foal would use something like this on me, I’ll never know.”

“Well, you’re here, and you’re welcomed.” You hover your hands above the back of her neck, right where they meet the shoulders. “May I have your permission to start?”

Granny Smith winces. “If you have to, I suppose.” She lays her head down and closes her eyes.

Gently, even more than when you work on Rarity, you let your fingers dig into Granny Smith’s skin. She shudders a little under your touch, but she starts to calm down as you rub harder. You move your fingertips in circular motions, and then alternate with back and forth motions. Granny Smith’s skin is a little looser than other, younger ponies, so it slides more under your grip. Despite that, the worn muscles start to relax.

How many decades of rigidness did this poor mare endure? You work on her back and down closer to her tail. Granny Smith breathes heavy, but she doesn’t appear to be in pain or suffering. Every once and a while, she lets out a little whimper. It’s not a sound born out of fear or pain though, but grateful relief.

You stop at the base of her tail and decide to start working on the hoofs and thighs.

“Just so you know, I am going to work on your joints and legs,” You say. “Please don’t kick me.”

“Uh-huh,” Granny Smith replies sleepily.

Back in your world, horses were liable to brutally kick people who messed with their back legs or surprised them. Those kinds of kicks were deadly. Even though Granny Smith was old, one of her hoof prints would surely leave a shiner at least.
You start at the top of the hoof and you use your thumbs and forefingers in combination to rub up Granny Smith’s leg. A soft moan ripples on the air, and the old mare has turned the head the other way. Well… at least that’s a good sign she isn’t dead.

When your hands and fingers find their way on to her thigh, you make a surprising discovery. Granny Smith’s muscles aren’t as squishy as you originally suspected. No, they are just as tight as your flexed bicep.

“Harder, young’in,” Granny Smith said softly. “I feel so tight down there. Please help me relax.”

Suddenly, the awkwardness floods over you, and yet, a smile spreads across your face. The little boy in you snickers wildly.

As per her request, you use more force, and the knots and tightness that has plagued her legs before had now become less taut.

Three legs later, you step back away from the old green mare.

“All done, ma’am,” You say.

Granny Smith opens her eyes, as if she had been completely submerged in a sweet nap. She tries to step off of the table, but nearly falls off. Panic flutters in your heart, and you manage to grab hold of her to steady her.

Carefully, you help Granny Smith onto all fours. She is wobbly at first, but then she stands up taller than she did when she first came in. A great smile creases her face and she takes a deep breath.

“Why, I’ll be…” she says. “I’ve not felt this spry since that Founders Festival twenty seven years ago. You did it, sonny!”

“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself.” You help her to the door. “Please let me know if you would ever like another massage.”

Granny Smith nodded. “I’ll do better than that, young feller.”

At the moment, you have no idea what she means by that. You’ll find out though…

The rest of the day was fairly lax. Several other earth ponies came in, and while it was a little awkward, working on Granny
Smith showed you one thing. While rubbing on ponies made you feel weird, it was providing a much needs source of relief and relaxation for ponies who really need it. Rarity was right, this is a good job.

Your shift is close to ending, so you start to clean up your work room.

The door to your room opens up, and you turn around.

“Hi, there,” Are you here for a mass-” Your eyes open wide.

A pair of steely green eyes stare down at you. Yes, down. The massive red stallion is HUGE. There is only one pony this particular pony could be.

You swallow hard. “Can I help you?”

Big Mac steps forward. “Are you the pon-,” he pauses for a moment. “Are you the one that rubbed up on my granny?”
Legend about Big Mac usually spoke two absolute truths. One, he usually spoke in one or two word answers unless he was angry, and two, he was the strongest pony in Ponyville.

Your knees wobble slightly, and sweat coats your back. A kick from him could indeed kill you.

“Y-yes,” You say. Your muscles tense, and you wince a little.

Suddenly, Big Mac averts his eyes, and his already red skin becomes a little more red and flustered. His words come out in a low mumble, but they are still clearly understood.

“Um…” Big Mac said. “D-do you have an opening today? My thighs are mighty sore.”

Butterflies flap in your stomach, and your bones vibrate within your skin. When you smile at him, an awkward giggle comes out of your mouth.

“Sure,” you say. You gesture to the table.

Without saying another word, Big Mac gets on the table, lays on his stomach, and makes himself comfortable.

For a brief moment, you just stand there, gazing at the rippling mass that is Big Macintosh. He glances back at you over her shoulder, and there is a vulnerability dancing in his eyes.

“S-so how does this work?” Big Mac asks. “Is there anything I need to do?”

You give another awkward giggle again. Of all the ponies…

“No, no,” You say. You walk over and place your hands on his thick, strapping shoulders. “Just lie back and let me do all the work.”

After all, what choice did you have? It was your job, and your first day.

Big Mac lowers his head and closes his eyes.

You start to rub.

Coming soon… Chapter 3 – Wing Boner

Chapter 3 - Wing Boner

Chapter 3 – Wing Boner

Within a few weeks, your reputation for having magical hands has spread to every house in Ponyville. Most of your clientele are earth ponies, but one muscle bound pegasus with dinky little wings and a couple of unicorns had come in to get shampoo treatments and thigh massages.

The money you have earned from servicing the ponies of Ponyville has started to add up, and if you play your cards right, you might be able to buy your own house soon.

Today has been quiet, and so far, no one has come to visit you. It’s okay though, because you are allowed to take little naps during idle times such as these.

The door to your room opens up, and you bolt up from the table. You let out a long, drawn out yawn as you peer at the yellow pegasus who is now standing in your room’s entryway. Her mane and tail are two different shades of orange, and her orange irises sparkle with a fiery sense of arrogance. The mare’s cutie mark looks to be some kind of flaming bird.
What were those things called again? Oh well…

The pegasus grins at you, and when she speaks, her voice sounds gravely, like a dirt road being driven on.

“Well, so the rumors are true,” she says. “There really is a weird creature giving massages in town.” She waltzes over to table you’re sitting on.

A delightful sparkle twinkles in her eyes as she gently scoots you off with one of her wings. When you’re completely off of the table, she leaps into your spot and settles in.

“Um… hi there,” you say.

She peers at you. “Sup. So are you going to start with the rubbing or what? I only have so much time before I have to get back to Cloudsdale.”

“Oh sure,” you reply. “My name is Anon. and you are?”

She just smiled wider. “Enough with all this talking. My wings are very sore, so I want you to pay some extra special attention to them, understand?” With that, the yellow mare closes her eyes and lowers her head.

Much like the other massage jobs you’ve done in the past, you start with the neck and shoulders. Unlike the beefy and solid earth ponies, this pegasus mare feels leaner and much more toned. Every once and a while, the yellow mare murmurs affirmative noises and sighs. When you get to her legs, they are even leaner than her neck, back, and shoulders.

While you are rubbing each of her legs, you can’t help but stare at her wings. At the moment, they are folded against her sides. You have never been this close to a pegasus, aside from the one with the dinky wings.

Just as you finish with the mare’s last hoof, she peers up at you.

She says, “Now that the warm up is over, it’s time to get on to the main event. Do you want to start on the right or the left?”

You gaze in her direction. “Well, how about the right?”

Her right wing gracefully extends. Her beautiful feathers spread out from one another, and you can’t look away. A sense of awe flows up inside you.

The mare chuckles. “You’re liable to give a girl the wrong impression if you stare at her like that.”

“Oh sorry,” You say. “I’ve just never seen a wing this close before.”

Once more, the mare laughs. “Well…” her eyes flutter. “You had better be gentle with me, or I’ll make sure you run a hundred laps around town. If I can’t fly, then I’m useless to my team.”

“So you’re on a team, then?” You ask. “Which one?”

The yellow pegasus arches an eyebrow at you. “You mean you don’t recognize me? I’m a Wonderbolt.”

You had heard about them from your friend Rainbow Dash. Apparently, they were really good at flying or something.

“Oh!” you say. “my friend talks about you a lot. I don’t know too much about Equestian Sports.”

She opens her mouth to speak, but then she pauses for a moment. A brief silence hangs between you before she chuckles.

“If you see any errant feathers, pluck them out quick and hard, okay?” She lowered her head and closed her eyes again.

Up till this point, you had not had the pleasure or grievous responsibility of rubbing a pegasus’ wings. Slight hesitation tickles your mind, but you place your hands on the spot where her wings meet her back. You start off gently enough, rubbing with your thumbs and gripping with your fingers. Within seconds of you working on the actual appendage, the Wonderbolt star moans a little. Like her lean and toned legs, her wings are stronger than they look.

You press a little harder, and you dig your fingers in a little more.

“Please tell me if I am doing this too hard,” You say.

The mare’s tail whips about wildly, almost like a whip, but she lets out several more relief-filled moans.

Slowly you work your way to the tip of her wing, along the thick part where all the feathers jut out from. As soon as that is done, you start gently tracing your fingers along each of her feathers.

The mare makes little cooing noises, and her hind quarters start to rise up a little. Her tail whips more.

A sudden weight presses down inside you.

“Should I stop?” You ask.

“Please don’t.” She says. “You’re essentially about to prune my feathers, and I can already anticipate it.” She opens her eyes and stares at you. Urgency flickers in those irises. “Please. It will relieve so much pressure, and I’ll be able to fly at my max capabilities.”

You give her a nod, and you start inspecting each of the feathers on her right wing. About a dozen feathers stick out from the established pattern of surrounding feathers, so you take hold of them in each of your fingertips. At first, you try to wiggle the feathers back into place, but more often than not, it doesn’t work.

The yellow pegasus gives little whimpers, but she doesn’t protest. That’s when you remember what she suggested.

You wince for a moment, and then you pinch the errant feather. With a sudden tug, you pull you hand back.

The mare yelps a little, but again, she doesn’t protest. The consecutive feathers are much easier to remove as your reluctance has vanished. The mare doesn’t openly protest either. It takes about fifteen or twenty minutes to finish working on her right wing. You move over to the next wing, and it takes about the same amount of time. Her left wing only had half as many errant feathers.

“Hold on,” you say.

You move over to one of the cabinets, specifically the one with the special oils. You open the cabinet and take out one of the bottles. A week and a half ago, you had stumbled upon these oils, labeled ‘Wing Warmer’. Putting it on your own skin revealed the oil’s intention. In the back of your mind, you suspected this oil had more applications than commercial massage.

She glances over at you. “What’s that?”

You smile at her. “This is going to make your wings feel awesome, but you won’t be able to fly until it dries.”
The once arrogant Wonderbolt winces. “Is it going to hurt?”

You open the top of the bottle, and a strong fragrance dances on the air.

The mare’s eyes open wide. “Wait… I know what that is!” Her yellow face blushes. “Y-you’re going to use that on me?”
Suddenly, you stop. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

Just as you close the top, the pegasus reaches out with her hoof.

“No… I mean,” she blushes a little more. “I don’t mind.” Immediately, she lays her head back down. Her tail whips wildly again.

You open the bottle and squeeze some of the oil into your hands. Within seconds of skin contact, your palm becomes extremely warm. It isn’t a burning feeling exactly, but it’s like your skin has become self-aware and its only feeling one sensation: pleasure. Every inch of your palm tingles and radiates with delight.

It’s too bad you couldn’t take the secrets of the oil with you back home. You could make billions of dollars, and hand lotion would go out of business.

You smother the edges of her wings in the oil, and within seconds, the mare leans her head back and lets out a long shudder.

“Oh yeah….” She says. “That feels…. Oh Sweet Celestia!”

You start to coat her feathers in the oil as well.

“The back of the bottle says that it relieves tension and bombards your nervous system with pleasure and comfort,” You say. “You mentioned that you were sore, right?”

In response, the mare’s hindquarters went up a little more, and a sudden, new aroma filled the air.

It was unlike anything you had ever encountered, and after sufficient sniffing, you discovered its origin.

Immediately, you’re face blushes, and your body reacts in a most bizarre way. You push those weird thoughts from your mind, and you take a deep breath. Rather than walk around the back of the table, you maneuver around the front so you can work on the other wing.

As much as the mare reveled in the oil on her right wing, she nearly rolled off of the table when you put it on the second wing.

The pegasus grunts loudly, almost like a horse whinny from the animals you had back home.

The door to your room opens up, and Aloe stomps in.

“What is going on in here?” She asks.

The yellow pegasus is still on the table, and she is breathing heavy. Both of her wings are completely erect, extended out beside her. Her cheeks were reddened.

“What did you do to her?” Aloe asks. Even her pink face is starting to grow redder.

You step back away from the table and gesture to the bottle. “I just used that oil on her.”

As soon as Aloe sees it, she gasps and grabs it. She sniffs it and then shakes her head. “W-where did you find this?”

You swallow hard. “Um… in the cabinet.”

Aloe locks gazes with you, and she becomes even more flustered. She averts her eyes. “So this is where Lotus hid it. How embarrassing.”

“I don’t understand,” You say. “I used some of that on my hands, and sure it feels good, but she…” you gesture to the pegasus on the table. “She really likes it…”

By this point, she has stopped breathing as hard, but her wings are still spread open. She’s averting her eyes from the both of you.

Aloe immediately bows to the yellow mare. “Miss Spitfire, I am so sorry. There has been a terrible mistake. He wasn’t supposed to use this oil on you.”

Spitfire, the Wonderbolt kept her attention focused on the corner of the room. “I th-thought as much, but I figured he knew what he was d-doing.”

“Hold on,” You say. “I don’t understand. That’s a bottle of Wing Warmer, right? It’s used for massaging pegasus wings, right?”

Aloe let out a giggle. “Well, normally yes… but you see… I emptied this particular bottle and put something else inside it.”

Dread pools in the back of your throat, and all the moisture disappears from your mouth. “S-something else?”

The room is silent for a few moments. Aloe’s words are carefully selected. “I have this pegasus lover you see, and he likes to have magical erotic oils put on him.”

It gets harder to breath.

Spitfire eased herself off of the table, but her wings are quite rigid.

“So I think I’m going to chill in here until these go down,” Spitfire says.

Aloe nods eagerly. “Yes, and consider this treatment completely complementary.”

Spitfire smiles, despite her ridiculous appearance. For a brief moment, she beams a warm, awkward stare your way. Then her attention drifts downward slightly.

She snickers. “Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to remain out of sight for a bit.”

Aloe follows her line of sight, and then her eyes open wide. “Sweet Celestia.”

A thousand needles press in on your body, from every conceivable direction.

“P-please excuse me,” you say as you turn to leave the room.

Aloe giggles into her hoof, but Spitfire just watches you with those same arrogant eyes she came in with.

Spitfire says, “I knew I was fiery hot, but who knew I could affect other species? He he he…”

As soon as you close the door, you hear both mares laugh all the harder. You learn against the door, and place your head in your hands. How can this day get any worse?

As you look up, you notice Lotus standing in front of you with her eyes wide open.

“Sweet Celestia…” she says.

Coming soon… Chapter 4 – The Horn Job

Chapter 4 - The Horn Job

Chapter 4- The Horn Job

Well, it could be a lot worse. Since the whole ‘wing oil’ incident, the number of pegasi patrons had skyrocketed, and each one wanted special alone time with you, your hands, and a certain brand of warming oils. While Lotus had been resistant to the idea at first, the thousands of bits being generated in revenue shifted her perception quite a bit.

For the last two weeks, you had back-to-back appointments with both earth ponies and pegasi. Today had been strangely quiet, not that you were complaining. While it was a little weird to get used to at first, your commission cuts had been enough for you to put a down payment on a little cottage across the marketplace from Sugar Cube Corner.

You had just finished your lunch when the door to your room opened up. Starlight Glimmer waltzes in and she gives you a grin. Her eyes are laden with weariness, and she’s squinting slightly.

“Hey,” you say. “Are you alright?”

Starlight nods. “Yeah… Twilight and I have been working hard over the last few days, trying different magical experiments.” The smile on her face falls. “I’m sorry to say we still haven’t found a way to send you back home.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reply. “I know you two are working really hard, and it’s much appreciated. So… would you like a massage?”

The purple unicorn perks up a little. “Actually, I’m here for your shampoo service. Rarity said they are to die for, and it might help me get rid of this massive headache.” She gestures to her temple with a hoof.

You pat the table. “Go on and get comfortable, while I get some warm buckets of water. We just got in some great shampoos. Would you want your mane to smell like cherries? Or Bananas?”

For a brief moment, Starlight’s brow scrunches over her eyes. “Um…. How about cherries!”

“As you command, my lady,” you reply.

Starlight positions herself on the table, lying on her back, while you fetch the buckets of water and the shampoo.
Instinctively, you open the shampoo bottle and give it a whiff. Yep… it smells like cherries, and it looks like normal shampoo.

You place the buckets of water beside the table.

Starlight smiles up at you. “So I hear you were quite popular with the pegasi as of late.” She giggles into her hoof.

In response, you groan a little. “There was mix up with some oils, and now, every winged mare in a fifty mile radius wants the same treatment.” Your stomach swirls for a moment. “Spitfire has been back twice a week since then.”

“Well, I suppose it’s a sign that you’re doing a good job,” Starlight replies.

You gently pour some warm water over Starlight’s mane, and she closes her eyes in response. She grins from ear to ear, but says nothing. Once you’re sure her hair is completely wet, you start squeezing the shampoo into one of your hands.
You lather them up, and then you start running your hands through her purple and blue-green mane.

Starlight giggles softly to herself, but she keeps her eyes closed. Your fingertips press against her skull, and you start rubbing in smaller circles. The purple mare’s chest starts rising and falling at an increased rate, and her lower legs twist together for a moment.

“How’s that?” You ask. “How is your tension level on a scale of 1-10?”

Starlight lets out a little moan before she says “um… I’d still say a 7, but it was a 9.93 when I first came in.”

“Would you like for me to massage a little harder?” you ask.

She simply nods.

Just as she requests, you start to really dig your fingertips into her skull, and you rub in bigger circles. Your thumbs start to work on the back of her head while you slowly let your fingers dance around her scalp.

Starlight breathes heavier, and she starts to let out pleasure-filled moans. She lets out another gasp of utter happiness when you start to rinse her mane with the warm water. You have to get several more buckets of warm water, and each one used on her makes Starlight coo all the more merrily.

She opens her eyes. “Wow… that was awesome.”

“How is your tension now?” You ask.

Starlight’s eyes go out of focus for a brief moment. “I’d still say six. I guess I just need some rest and a break from magical work.”

You study her horn a little more closely. Just like when you were massaging Spitfire for the first time, you had never been this close to a unicorn’s horn. From this distance, you notice it sparkles a little, as if it is made of mineral or rock. You never noticed it before because you never took the time to actually stare at a unicorn’s horn before. It might have been received just as well as staring at a human woman’s breasts, so you decided to avoid it until now.

Starlight blushes. “Anon, what are you looking at?” she giggles.

You ask, “You mentioned that you’ve been doing a lot of magical work right?”

“Yes,” Starlight replies.

You gently touch the tip of Starlight’s horn with the tip of your finger. Starlight’s eyes go to pinpricks, and her cheeks become even more flushed.

“Do you suppose this might be the source of your headache?” You ask.

Starlight swallows hard. “Wh-what do you mean?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. If horns are supposed to be magical amplifiers, does that mean they can get worn out like muscles?”

“I have never thought of horns that way,” Starlight replies. “It has just always been a part of me, so I just took it at face value.”

You smile down at her. “I have an idea that might make you feel better.”

“Oh?” Starlight asks.

“Would you like me to rub your horn?” You ask.

Silence lingers between you two for a moment before a magical aura covers your body. Gently, you are lifted and placed
on the far side of the room.

Starlight’s horn is glowing, but several bags have started to form under her eyes. She rolls off of the table.

A nervous chuckle escapes her. “Um… you’re from another world, so I don’t expect you to know this… but ponies generally don’t ‘touch’ a unicorn’s horn… not unless they are … well…” her purple cheeks are reddened.

Your eyes open wide. “Oh…. This is like the wing thing for pegasi.”

Starlight averts her eyes. “Yeah…” she starts to move toward the door. “Thanks for the service. I’ll see you around.”

You call out after her. “So then I guess it wouldn’t make you feel better then?”

Starlight stops, but she isn’t looking in your direction. Her voice cracks a little. “I’m… um… certain it would make the 6 turn
into a -50 bajillion…. But um…”

You wince. “Listen, I’m not a pony, so I’m not trying to suggest such things to be nasty. I promise.”

Slowly, she peeks over at you from over her shoulder. Her wet mane looks surprisingly alluring, and you can’t help but feel a weird stirring inside you. Oh holy hell… you’ve been in this world too long. You drank the kool-aide, and now you’re
starting to get thirsty…

“I kn-know that,” Starlight says. “I j-just don’t want it to get weird between us.”

You say, “It won’t. I promise. I’m just trying to do my job, and besides…” you smile at her and step over to the table. “We’re friends.”

Starlight doesn’t move toward the door, nor does she come back to you. She just looks at you.
She says, “You promise this won’t get weird?”

You hold up your hand. “I promise it won’t get weird.”

You gesture to the table, and slowly, Starlight lays back down on her back. She glances up at you.

“So… what do you have in mind?” She asks.

A sudden, pervy thought flickers in your mind, but you push it away. Then you slowly drag it back to the forefront of your mind. Your eyes widen.

“What?” Starlight sounds nervous.

You let out an awkward giggle. “Oh nothing, I just figured out how I can probably help you.” You pause for a second. “Do you trust me?”

She winces, but after a moment, she nods.

As you move over to one of the cabinets, you can’t help but think “Celestia, please don’t judge me.”

You grab one of the bottles of lotion, and then you take your place back in front of Starlight.

“Okay, to make sure this doesn’t get in your eyes, I need you to keep them closed. Okay?” You say.
She nods and complies.

Before you do anything else, you reach out and grab her horn. Starlight Glimmer immediately gasps loudly, and she places her upper hoofs over her chest, crossing them. She squints harder.

Starlight’s horn feels so interesting. Whereas a pony body is warm, the horn itself is cooler, with a slight chill to it. It feels hard for the most part, but at the same time, it’s slightly squishy. A thin, sparkling layer of skin covers the bone of the horn… at least you think it’s some kind of bone or some other arcane material. There are four segmented areas on the horn, and the little creases remind you of the lines on your inner fingers. Granted, the horn doesn’t flop about or bend. The tip of the horn is the hardest, with the thinnest layer of skin and the sharpest part of the bone.

The more you feel her horn, the more connected the comparisons are in your mind. You, Anon, are going to Hell.

You release the horn, and Starlight’s muzzle sneers up a little, perhaps in anticipation. She looks so cute, laying on the
table, being all vulnerable and nervous.

You put some lotion into your hand, and then you grip the horn again. Once more, Starlight gasps, and this time, it’s louder and more impactful. She starts heavy breathing, and squirming on the table.

You place a hand on her chest, and immediately regret it. Your checks blush, and a hundred fruit bats start flapping in your chest.

“Calm down,” you say. “It’s going to feel weird at first, but I’m sure it will feel better soon.”

“H-have you ever done this before?” Starlight asks.

Is your face on fire? Because it sure feels like it’s burning up. You reply, “Um… more or less. Okay…. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Slowly, you start rubbing the horn with your lotion-lathered hand. Starlight’s chest rises and falls under your graceful touch, and your hand is still grazing her chest fur. You start to pull it away, but she wraps her hoofs around your forearm.

“No!” she says. “It’s comforting. Please…”

You rest your hand back on her chest to steady her while your other hand continues to pump up and down her horn.

Starlight writhes a little, and she’s moaning and twisting about in a twitchy fashion.

“oh… yeah,” she says. “I can feel the tension slipping out of me.”

Your back starts to hurt a little from being hunched over Starlight in that kind of manner, so you remove your hand. However, before Starlight can whine, you start scratching her behind one of her ears. That certainly takes it up a notch.

You switch hands and put on more lotion onto the horn.

You ask, “How is your tension?”

Starlight’s response is unintelligible, and her eyes are fluttering. One word slips out through the confusion though.

“Overwhelming…” Starlight says.

Overwhelming? Oh no! Are you making it worse?

You stop for a moment, and Starlight screams out, “No! KEEP GOING! My tension is almost gone! Please!!!”

You swallow hard, and do as she asks. You move your hand harder and faster.

Suddenly, the tip of Starlight’s horn starts to glow with the same light as when she does magic. As you have never really experienced magic this close up, you can only stare at it in wonder. When you rub on the tip, it feels both icy and hot at the same time.

Starlight’s back arches upward, and her head rolls.

The tip of the horn points directly at you, and the green light sparkle is within six or seven inches of your face. Before you can step out of the way, a massive green aura of energy slams into you. At first, it just feels hard…. But then it feels … sticky. Your back hits the wall with such force that all of the air is knocked out of you. You crumple to the floor, but manage to fall onto your knees. Everything is black, but you’re not unconscious.

Starlight starts screaming. “Oh my Celestia, Oh my Celestia, Oh my Celestia, Oh my Celestia, Oh my Celestia… I’m sooooo sorry.”

The door to your room opens up, at least, that’s what is sounds like.

“What is going on in here?” Aloe asks. “Why does all the chao-”

Some other pony gasps.

Slowly, you stand up. Your entire body feels wrong… mostly because you’re sticky all over your entire body. It’s only when you wipe your face that you can see again. Thick, green colored goo has coated your body, as well as a giant spread of the wall behind you. An anon shaped hole in the goo-covered wall reveals just where you slammed back.

Aloe and Lotus are standing near the doorway, while Starlight is on her knees on top of the table. Her upper hoofs are covering her mouth, but when she lowers them, she reveals a sheepish smile.

“Well,” Starlight said. “My tension level is a -50 bajillion.”

All you can do is laugh, which causes the other three mares to laugh as well. You spit some of the goo out of your mouth, onto the spa floor.

“Starlight,” you ask. “Did you have cake or something for lunch?”

“Yeah, how did you know that?” Starlight asks.

You start to laugh again. “I can taste it.”

Coming soon… the last chapter – The OTP

Chapter 5 - The OTP

Chapter 5 The OTP

Well, that’s strange. Normally, the door to the Ponyville Day Spa is already opened, but today it’s not.

A pair of items are stuck to the front door, one of which is a sign for the general public, and the other one is a letter addressed to you.

The public notice says “The Day Spa has been reserved for a Private Party. Please come back tomorrow during normal business hours. Thank you.”

A private party? In the entire breadth of your employment at the day spa, no pony had ever reserved the entire day spa before. Could it be someone extremely important, like a celebrity or perhaps the Roy-

Your eyes widen. Could it really be them? It kinda made sense since Princess Twilight Sparkle had been a former pupil of the mighty white Alicorn princess, Celestia, and she probably told the elder princess about this place. But why would they book the entire spa? Surely Canterlot had at least a dozen other such places within city limits.

Your stomach starts to quake, and you slowly regard your hands. A small chuckle escapes you, and start to breathe a little heavier. However, just as the thought enters your mind, you start to study the area around the Day Spa. There aren’t any royal guards about. Even though the princesses are mighty and powerful, whenever they traveled, an entourage of bulky warrior ponies usually trailed their wakes.

Maybe this was some kind of secret excursion. Maybe they wanted the kind of sensual, sweet rub downs that only you could give. Maybe you should just read the damned letter.

You pull the letter off of the door, open it, and start to read.

Dear Anon:

Today, Aloe and I will not be at the Day Spa. That does not mean you are not working though. You have been specifically requested by a special patron, and she is waiting inside. Your services have been booked for eight hours. Have fun… and well, good luck.

You are going to need it.

Sincerely,

Aloe and Lotus Blossom

For a long moment, you just stand there, staring at the paper. Your gaze becomes harder, as if you are interrogating the letter, and any minute it’s going to divulge the truth of this bizarre situation. A full minute passes, and the words don’t change. The meaning is still clear and easy to comprehend, but your mind races with so many quandaries.
Who was this special patron? Was she really expecting you to rub on her for eight WHOLE hours? You had your limits, and you could perhaps go thirty minutes straight without needing a break, on your best day. And what did they mean by ‘good luck’?

You fold the letter and place it in your back pocket. When you grab hold of the front door knob, a sudden misty cloud of dread appears inside you. The cloud chills your internal organs, and it almost creates a minty breath sensation when you breathe in or exhale.

What were so you nervous about? You had your share of awkward experiences before. You gave Big Mac a massage, and by the end of it, he had to be left in the room alone until his stallionhood had calmed down.

Spitfire had openly flirted with you and encouraged you to rub other places besides her wings whenever she came in, and each visit made her more bold and amorous.

Now, whenever you see Starlight Glimmer, she acts all giddy and avoids eye contact with you.

You overcame those experiences, and you survived it. This client was no different, whoever she was.
You opened the door to the Ponyville Day Spa.

The entire main room is darkened and quiet. The stillness is heavy and threatening, but then music starts from somewhere in the building. It has a slow beginning, but once it gets further into the later measures, you can tell it has the sweet notes and swarthy rhythm of a love song.

Rose petals are scattered on the floor, making a path toward the back rooms.

Your heart beat thumps in your chest, and you study the path of rose petals one more time, making sure that your eyes are not playing tricks on you.

It’s clear where the rose petals lead, but the mystery still lies in who waits at the far end.

“Hello?” You say into the dark spa. “My name is Anon, and I understand you would like services from me.”

There is no response, but the music continues.

You step into the spa and start to follow the roses.

The door closes behind you.

You immediately turn around, but everything is still, and darkness has surrounded you. You can still make out the path of the roses from the windows. The curtains have been drawn over them, with the exception of slender cracks in the middle.

Light pours into the room at seemingly calculated places.

“I had better not get murdered…” you mutter under your breath. “This is supposed to be a land of happy, friendly ponies.”

That assurance didn’t ease your tension. With each step down the rose petal path, the anxiety inside you gets a little more augmented.

Just as you suspected, the path of rose petals leads to your work room. Light dances under the door crack. The music is coming from the room as well.

“Hello,” You say. “I’m coming in. Please don’t be a murderer.”

You open the door, and your eyes open a little wider.

A thousand rose petals have been scattered all around your table. A plush, red pillow-top covers the length of your table, and it has golden yellow rope accents. The tables that usually have plants on them have tall candles standing on them, and they are all burning brightly. A record player is sitting on the far end of the room, and the beautiful music is coming from its large, brass colored horn.

A white unicorn with beautiful purple hair and a cutie mark of three blue gemstones on her flank sits on the table. Her blue eyes are locked with yours.

“Rarity,” You say. “It’s you.”

She tilts her head and smiles. “Of course it is, darling. Who were you expecting? And what’s this business about murderers?”

She snickers into her hoof as you get closer.

“Oh that,” you reply. “I honestly didn’t know what was going on. Wait a second, are you the client?”

Rarity smiles. “Well, of course I am.”

“You rented out this whole place?” You frown at her. “That must have been so expensive. Why would you do that?”

Rarity laughs a little more, but she remains perched on the table. “I did this all for you, Anon. Do you remember that time when Twilight found us during one of our delightful massage sessions?”

A deep and fiery blush covers your face. Twilight had not been pleased about what she walked in on, and well… could you blame her?

The only answer you can give her is a goofy chuckle.

“Yes, well, obviously you do remember.” Rarity takes in a deep breath. “You know, she made me promise that I wasn’t going to have you give me massages any more. She said my judgment was clouded or some such rabble. I couldn’t help it though. You have such lovely hands, and they eased me of so much stress. However, Twilight was adamant. I promised I would not accept any more ‘friend’ massages from you anymore.” Her smile widened.

So did your eyes.

“Is that why you were so insistent that I work here?” you ask.

Rarity replied, “But of course Twilight saw the trick for what it was. She watched me for months, expecting me to be one of your first clients. It was certainly wonderful for me that she lost interest in observing me in such a way. But even if she was still resolute on her task, she’s in Canterlot on royal business for the next few days.”

The door behind you closes. An icy film starts to coat your insides.

Why are you nervous? This is Rarity, your friend. Then again, the atmosphere of the room had become saturated with a kind of predatory radiation. Obviously, you were the prey, and you know it. What’s worse, Rarity knows you know it too.

You chuckle. “S-so I guess I am yours for eight hours then?”

Rarity nods. “That you are, darling. That you are.” Her horn glows, and she tosses you a small piece of fabric.

You catch it and hold it up. You start to laugh, but it isn’t the kind that is fueled with actual humor. In fact, your laugh is a borderline whimper.

“Rarity,” You ask. “What is this?”

Rarity bats her eyes at you. “It’s your uniform for today.”

You shake the garment, if it could even be called that, at the white unicorn. “I can’t wear this. I don’t even know if I can fit into this.”

In response, Rarity waves a hoof in your direction. “What do you take me for, Anon? Some second-rate fabric shrew from Appleoosa? No, no, no. We both know that is going to fit you.” She grins at you with chilling certainty in her eyes. “Secondly, I am your client. You have to do whatever I say, otherwise you’re going to be fired.”

“Fired?” You ask. “There’s no way Aloe or Lotus will fire me. I’m making them too much money.”

Rarity’s smug smirk grows a little. “Ah, but we made a wager. If you don’t get fired today, then they win, and if I do fire you, then I’ll be the only place in Ponyville that will hire you. Besides, the amount I paid the Blossom Twins covered the rate of renting out the Spa, plus enough money to pay for a month of your clients. They decided to take the money as they felt it was a sure bet.”

You ask, “A sure bet?”

Rarity replies, “Why yes. They were certain you would put on the garb. After all, we’re friends. Secondly, it’s not like we’re breaking any rules or regulations. Look at me, for example.” She stands up on the table. “I’m not wearing clothes. You want to be treated like a pony and not like some kind of freak, right?”

You narrow your eyes. “Um… right.”

“Well, if you really wanted to fit in, then you would be naked.” Rarity settled back down on the table. “However, your kind has this peculiar reservation about your bodies. The garment I gave you covers your private areas. That’s the important thing, right?”

You can feel the logic shackle closing around your neck, and Rarity’s eyes glimmer in victory.

“Riiiight?” Rarity asks.

“Right,” You reply.

She holds up a hoof. “I promise I won’t ask you to remove that garment. I’ll even look away when you get dressed. Can you blame a girl for wanting a bit of eye-candy while she gets pampered?”

You gesture to yourself. “But am I really eye-candy for you?”

Without skipping a beat, Rarity replies, “Of course you are, darling. Now, we’re wasting a great deal of time, and we’ve not even started to pampering yet. Can you please change into your uniform?”

“Fiiiine.” You head toward the door. “I’ll change in the hallway.”

Rarity watches you leave and close the door behind you. The grin on her face sends odd vibrations within you. Your heart feels like it’s in the center of a camp fire, while your bones feel as if they were chipped from ice. Your stomach is the embodiment of a tornado, and your limbs, specially your feet, feel as if they are made from rocks.

Your shirt comes off first, then your pants… and then your underwear. Of course Rarity knows your size, she made you all of your replacement clothes, including your boxer briefs. A great groan escapes from you.

“Less griping, and more dressing, darling,” Rarity calls from the other room. “After all, you’re on the clooooooock.”

You slide the silky little garment up your legs and slide them over your groin. As you let he garment go, it slaps against your skin with a sudden snap. The front of the garment has a single blue diamond, an exact replica of Rarity’s gem stone cutie mark. On the back across your ass, in bedazzled lettering, it simply says “Property of Rarity.”

You groan again as you open the door to your work room.

Rarity’s smile gets wider. Her horn glows with magic, and an ornate hair brush floats over to you.

“To start, I want you to brush my mane, coat, and tail,” Rarity says. “After that, you and I are taking a nice, long bath together. And then I want you to shampoo me. We’ll finish off with a massage, and then a nap.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. “Did you say a nap?”

The white unicorn grins wider. “Well of course. A little snuggling will be smashing. It will also energize us for tonight.”

“Tonight?” You ask. “I get off of 5:00 PM.”

“Of course you do, but I want to take you out to celebrate all of your hard work. You did just buy a house,” Rarity replies. “I can treat you because we’re friends, can’t I?”

“Are we just friends though?” You ask.

Rarity giggles a little, and her eyes become more amorous. “We are, unless you want to be more.” She lingers in silence for a moment. “You have been here for a while already. Twilight and Starlight are no closer to sending you home, so why not enjoy life a little?”

A hot blush covers your face. “Wh-what do you mean?”

Rarity’s horn glows, and your entire body is covered in her arcane aura. You are scooted across the floor so that you are right beside her.

“We can talk about that tonight.” For a brief moment, her facial expressions grow serious. “Understand that I am by no means forcing you to do any of this. If this truly makes you feel uncomfortable, I won’t press it any further, and I won’t get you fired.”

Your heart grows warmer, and you grin at her. You don’t say anything, but you take the brush, and gently start dragging it across Rarity’s back, right along her spine. Rarity closes her eyes for a brief moment, and she lets out the most dignified sigh. For a long time, it’s quiet in the room, aside from the sound of the brush scrapping against Rarity’s coat. She sits there on the table with the most appealing, joyful expression. Her eyes are barely parted, and her eyes are unfocused.

You take your time to get her torso, her legs, and then her flank.

Rarity raises her flank up ever so slightly, giving you a perfect vantage point to more intimate areas. At first you glance away, but Rarity stares back at you with sizzling sparkle. You wince, and then you stare at it straight on. Up till this point, you had never gazed at that part of a pony. Your eyes widen, and then you glance away. Your stomach violently twirls.

Logic in your mind blasts you with condemning lightning attacks, and yet your inner voice radiates with more than the normal amount of curiosity.

“Is it that atrocious, darling?” Rarity asks, with a slightly pouty lip.

“N-no, it’s not that,” You say. “I just have never looked at another pony’s… well, you know.”

“So I am the first?” Rarity’s voice rises in octave slightly. “And is it not appealing to you?”

You stop brushing and stare into her eyes. Are you blushing as much as she is? Probably way more.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know what to feel.” You frown a little. “You’re not a human, and I’m not a pony. We’re two separate species, and well, where I’m from, you’re kind of an…” you wince. “An animal.”

Rarity doesn’t respond, but she tilts her head to the side slightly. Her azure eyes glimmer.

“It’s weird…” You say. “I might never get home, and so that means I’d have to go my whole life without having another meaningful connection with someone else.”

“Well, I’m not suggesting we jump into something so carnal at first,” Rarity replies. “I would prefer something more romantic, to be honest. I just wondered what you thought of me, regarding something like that.” She averts her eyes for a moment.

You say, “I don’t know how it would work. I mean, it looks very similar to a human woman’s. It’s just all so confusing and new.”

Rarity reaches over and places her hoof on your hand. “I’m willing to learn if you are.”

You gaze into her eyes.

“I really like you, Anon.”

You hear the words slip out of your mouth. “I really like you too.”

A fire explodes in your chest, but it is not all that unpleasant. If you are going to be stuck in this world, it would be nice at least to have someone, or rather, some pony to cuddle with at night.

Rarity leans up and kisses you on the cheek.

“It looks like we’re going to have a lot to discuss tonight, after all,” Rarity says.

“I suppose it does.” You laugh out loud.

She starts to laugh a little too, but she peers at you from the side.

“What is so funny, darling?” Rarity asked.

You gently start to brush her mane. “I suppose this makes us an OTP.”

“A what?” Rarity asks.

“A One True Pairing,” You answer. “It’s when two characters end up together romantically. I suppose you’re also my OTP, as in my One True Patron, since you were my first client and you’re my favorite one at that.”

Rarity’s eyes flutter. “I’m your favorite?”

You simply nod.

She starts to critically analyze you, and then she grins. “Is this OTP anything like… having a special some pony?”

“I suppose it can be,” You reply.

Rarity leans back in and kisses you gently on the lips. She pulls away a moment later. “Then I gladly accept the arrangement of OTP with you.” She waves her hoof at you. “Hurry up, Anon. I can’t wait to soak in that giant tub.”

You chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command.”

The End