Tender poked his head into Sweetie’s dressing room with a small smile on his lips. He’d been told that the songstress wasn’t going to be doing choreography today, and while he considered the reasoning a little selfish, he couldn’t really blame her. Sweetie was never the best with keeping up with long, hard hours, so every now and then she needed these days where she rested and her agent was kind enough to let her have them.

Still, the agent also pushed a healthy relationship between her and Tender, and so he had been ordered to at least make sure she was awake as she’d at least gotten two hours of sleep now, and he should at least say hi. And, as the agent predicted, she was fast asleep, slumped over her makeup desk as her small, soft breaths filled the room. She looked cute and innocent here, a good reminder for someone who usually saw her in clothes that were, well, less than innocent or cute. At least, when she wasn’t doing ballads.

In fact, in that tradition, and probably because Sweetie was trying to make herself not feel bad for the day off, she was even wearing their newest costume set. For it, he wore a butler’s suit that made him have to push hard to just move, let alone dance with how stuffy it was, but he didn’t mind that. He wasn’t about to ask for a whole new costume after all while she played a down on her luck ‘slut’ in a bunny outfit.

If this was Coloratura, something like that would be against her. For Sweetie though, it was to fit the theme of the first single on her next album which was all about the play, her, that she loved, but all the refinement that she also held, hence why they had also been practicing one of their most intimate dances for one of her wildest songs. It also meant that she was in a skintight, black outfit, just like any good bunny, with a front that acted more like a corset as it barely came over her nipples. In fact, he was pretty sure she used nipple tape to keep it on, as otherwise the spandex would try to leave her chest and leave her large areolas expo-

‘Stop it Tender! Even if it’s your job, you don’t need to think of things like that, even if you wish you could just… No. She’s your friend, and she trusts you to keep her innocent. To not take advantage of the fact that she loves the pop star image, even if she is anything but that.’

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head with it as he gently laid his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, slowly applying pressure as he began to rouse her. It was a small trick he’d picked up from his dancing mentors to help wake up poor dads who came to his recitals. After all, his performances weren’t for stallions as his teacher put it, which always made him chuckle. Now though, it made sure Sweetie didn’t jump, at least too much, and instead could look at him with half lidded eyes, a small smile on her face as she reached back towards one of his hands.

And then they both heard a loud pop and one of her eyes looked like it was about to pop out of her head. She then grabbed her neck and slumped back down, groaning out a long, “Ow.”

Tender flinched at the painful sound, before gently rubbing her shoulders. He knew a little about how to do this right, and had been meaning to look into how to do this better for Sweetie. After all, while her manager gave her a lot, he ran tight with her budget in return. It was something that always annoyed Tender, but he didn’t dare bring it up. Not like that at least… “I really wish I could do more for your neck. How much longer do you think it will be until we can get a professional onto the staff to do this?”

The whisper from yesterday came back as time froze for a moment for it to speak. Tender felt cold in this space, unable to move, talk, or almost think. He could only listen to the being that now spoke to it, its voice being more feminine now as it said, “Your first wish has been granted. Two Remain.”

And then he was free from the control, his hands feeling… strong. No, not strong. Empowered. Yeah, that was a lot more accurate, and he blinked as he stared at them, missing as Sweetie bit into her lip. He didn’t miss her words though as she waved a hand in the air. “Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I get plenty of time to relax anyways, just like somepony I know needs to do more often.”

Tender smiled a little at the words before he dug his hands into her neck, another loud pop coming almost immediately as Sweetie let out a yelp. She then let out a small, soft moan as he followed the stress he could now feel in her neck, and she finished out the sounds with a hum that filled him with that wonderful power that her voice held. A voice that when heard in person could make you feel like you could float. Feel like you could do anything. Made you feel… Sweet.

He smirked to himself for a moment at the small joke before whispering to her. “Just relax. I’ve been, uh, trying to get better at this so you can trust me, I promise.”

Sweetie hummed again before she jerked again from him pressing in harder. “R-Really? If you’ve been taking, mmf, night classes, I’m not going to forgive you.”

Tender chuckled again at that, following her stress to her shoulders so he could stop putting her in quite as much pain for at least a little bit. “Oh, trust me, I still try to get my eight hours a night.” Though, now that Tender thought about it, he didn’t remember the last time he’d gotten more than six. Then again, his dad would just tell him he was young and that he was lucky to be able to do that.

Besides, Rarity had told him to try to make sure Sweetie had gotten her rest, so she wasn’t one to talk with her late night memorization sessions and harmonics. Then again, the two’s professional lives were always tangling up like that. If he yelled at her about practicing when she should be sleeping, she’d yell at him about allowing his costume and the collar bone bruise he was forming from it.

Somedays he wished they could just be honest with each other.

“Second wish, granted. One more remaining.”

Tender blinked, unable to stop it as he felt a hand gripped his. Sweetie was looking off to the side, a small blush on her face before she let out a small sigh. “Um, actually, Tender, I’m really happy that you’ve been taking these lessons. I… I never actually talked to my manager after all about a massue-Ah!”

Tender took his hands away from her with the yelp of pain from Sweetie, but he hadn’t been able to help but squeeze into her tender muscles at that. Why wouldn’t she have talked to her about that? They both agreed that Sweetie’s physical stress issues were a real problem, and yet she hadn’t actually-

“Tender, it’s because I… Don’t know if I could let someone touch or see me like that.”

Tender blinked at the words and how… Scared they sounded. He put a hand over his face, calming down his breath before he shook his head. He… He had wished for this, he guessed? Yeah… Yeah, he had, and he wanted this, but, “What do you mean?”

Sweetie was quiet as she looked away from him, her face becoming even brighter at the question. Tender scratched his head, biting into his lip until a few of his fingers began to try to massage his scalp. It hurt for a moment, but the sharp pain was also a reminder of his new little gift and the fact that he was here to comfort her.

So, he leaned down, doing what his teacher had done for him when he was small, his hands rubbing her shoulders as he whispered into her ear, “What’s wrong?”

Tender could not see how bright Sweetie’s face was at this point, despite the fact that it likely could cut through a snowstorm at this point.

Still though, it was Tender, and she smiled as she remembered that he was just a good friend. After all, there was a reason why she wanted him to do this job in the first place. “Well, you see, I’m okay with the tease. With letting people call me cute, pretty, or even sexy like in this outfit. But… To actually let them see me naked, or touch my thighs, hips, or… Or even my chest… I don’t want a stranger for that. I want someone… closer.”

And before he could stop it, his mind screamed, “I wish I could massage all of you, all the ti-”

“Ah!”

Tender hit his knees, nails digging into his skull as the voice came back. This… This wasn’t him though. It was his spirit and…

It was cracked. Not an inch of him that he could see was properly intact, and it was almost worse than the screaming pain in his mind.

“I gave you this as a small gift for a reason. I limited it for a reason. If you do not recognize this fact, I will destroy you.”

Tender swallowed hard, breathing hard as he gasped out, “But… You… Never told… Me.”

“I am a cruel mistress like that. Never told, but always discovered as so many believe with my gifts, and I will not see one of my favored fail, but,”

The cold started to slip away as a warmth replaced it. “I will grant your wish to be allowed to touch her breasts today. That is all I shall do for you until tomorrow when you get three more.”

And then Tender was back in his body, still so close, so… intimate with her. It was intoxicating as he could smell hints of her strawberry shampoo and could hear her small, tight breaths. He swallowed hard in her ear, not helping with her own nervousness, before putting his hands on her collarbone. “If… If I may, I can, uh, be the first to, um, t-t-touch them.”

Sweetie fidgeted for a moment before smiling up at him. It was her broad, excited smile, despite her bright red cheeks, and she chirped out, “I would really like that. Just remember to be tender with them, okay?”

Tender chuckled a little at that, before slipping his hands downward. Was this because of the spirit though? Was this only because he wished it? What if she didn’t want this? What if this was mind control, or… Or worse-”

“After all, you were the first one who touched them when I’ve had clothes on, how different should it be without them? And if you’re going to be my masseuse soon, it’s something I’ll need to get used to.”

Tender blinked a few times, before forcing himself not to laugh. If he did right now, she’d get upset and huffy about how she was being serious, when everypony else would say she’s being naive. Being the little girl with a large heart that she always was.

And with an equally large chest that he was now… Now…

Sweetie looked up, having been watching his hands hovering over her chest for almost a minute now before whispering, “Relax, Tender. If it helps, I can’t really think of any other stallions I’d let do this.”

It. Didn’t.

Still though, she was waiting for him. Wanting him. Wanting this. If he chickened out, she might be afraid she wasn’t pretty, or worse have the… third conversation with him about needing to come out of the closet since they’d known each other. Yeah, he wasn’t getting that instead of one of the best pair of tits in Ponyville. He was still a stallion after all.

So, he peeled back the tight fabric over them and bit into his lip as he stared at what he assumed no other stallion had ever seen. Her large, soft, pink areolas, but instead of seeing cute, pointy nipples, what he got was even cuter, to him at least. Her nipples were inverted, leaving small slits where they should have been. Even worse to his heart was that with nothing holding them back now, they spilled out over her, sagging as she blushed and wiggled a little, causing the large mammaries to shake with her. “So, what do you think?”

“They’re… They’re incredible…”

Sweetie blushed hard as she let out a school girl giggle. “Would you bet they’re better than my sister’s?”

Tender was happy that he could wish to get a side by side comparison without getting it to actually happen. Still, if he thought about it, he bet Rarity would be like Apple Bloom. Large, but a good bit firmer. That was if he thought about it though. Right now, his brain was just focused on the fact that he was getting to enjoy these tits. “Oh, definitely.”

Sweetie smiled again as she relaxed in her chair, letting her chest rise and fall with her deep breaths before she murmured, “Well then, if they’re so good, what are you waiting for?”

And Tender Taps couldn’t argue with that. Thus, he lowered his hands, forgetting entirely about massaging them as he took her beautiful boobs into his grip. They were tender to the touch, and yielded as if his fingers were hot knives going through butter. Or, jello he supposed as he lost sight of a few of his digits over a fold in her chest. It was almost more than he could take, and was far better than what he had dreamt it would be like.

And then she moaned.It was one of the absolutely most beautiful, erotic things he had ever heard and it sent shivers down his spine. Even when she covered her mouth, the next squeak from her was just as bad to him, forcing his fingers to dig more into her chest as he wanted to hear more of her adorable voice.

What made him slow down were her words as she whispered, “S-Sorry. I’m making this l-lewd, aren’t I?”

Tender swallowed hard. She was, but she also wasn’t to blame for it. It was going to be impossible to make this anything but lewd, but maybe… Maybe he could make it sweet? He used his palms to press over her areolas, causing another moan from her as he continued to massage into her chest and whispered back, “You’re fine. It’s just a nice side effect of this, and… We’ll work on it right?”

Sweetie nodded, before giggling a little. “Just like you’ll work on not standing against m-my chair.”

Standing against her chair? Tender was bent over to whisper to her, so how was she feeling him against her…

He blinked, only now realizing that he had likely never been harder before and his erection was pressed against her chair, even though he was standing almost a foot away from her.

Tender’s hands came off of her chest almost immediately. In his mind, he was telling himself that Sweetie wasn’t a masturbation tool. That he wasn’t going to abuse this for some friends with benefits deal from her naivety. His words though babbled out, “Oh, I got a, uh, thing, with a, uh, person, for… dancing… Bye!”

And then he slammed the door shut as he ran for the nearest bathroom, not noticing as he gave Sweetie’s manager, an older mare named TLC an eye full of what a gifted youth he was and almost making her pass out as she was indeed on the way to remind him that he needed to get back to the stage. Now though… She could give him another five… ten minutes. She would need to ask Sweetie what they did together later though, and she would love the answer she was given, even if it wasn’t the whole truth.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo on the other hand…

On Skype

SB: Oh my god, I just got like the best message from Tender.

AB: Oh, I know he’s been working on that. Applejack says he’s still pretty inexperienced though.

SB: Yeah, well, he was able to work me like taffy. Especially my breasts. I don’t know if they’ve ever felt better than when he touched them. I just wish it hadn’t been so arousing.

AB: YOU DID WHAT!?

SB: Hehe. Turn off capslock.

AB: IT IS ON FOR A VERY REAL REASON! WHY DID YOU LET TENDER GRAB YOUR BOOBS!?

SB: Because he’ll be my masseuse soon and I want to get used to him touching them. Like I said, I got wet during it, and that isn’t okay.

AB: REAL MASSEUSES DON’T GRAB YOUR BREASTS! I think at least.

SB: Well, I doubt Tender knows that. Besides, he’s gay, so it’s okay.

AB: Oh, he’s not gay. I saw just how hard he can get when he saw my breasts yesterday?

SB: ...Why were you showing him your boobs? I did it because it’s a part of our job together.

SL: Sorry. Skype lagged. What’s up?

SB: Apple Bloom showed Tender her breasts!

AB: My leotard got turn by a nail! It was completely on accident, and he acted very sweetly about it, so it’s completely different!

AB: And don’t tell Scootaloo that when we’re talking about you letting him grab your tits!

SB: He was sweet with me too, so it’s not different at all. Besides, that just proves my theory he is gay.

SL: While I’m all for teasing him about being gay, I’m pretty sure he isn’t.

AB: You let him touch! That makes it different!

AB: Besides, Scootaloo is right. After he saw my breasts, he had like a foot long hard on.

AB: Why did I actually type that?

SB: Are you serious?

SL: Fuck! You have to be kidding! I’ve seen that fairie in a leotard. He’s packing nothing!

AB: Forget I said anything. I know I’ve been trying to forget about it.

SB: Why? I mean, guys always say they’ll remember my breasts. Shouldn’t this be the same if he’s that big?

SL: Sweetie, that’s because they’re going to jerk off to your breasts, just like I bet Apple Bloom was doing last night.

AB: OH MY HARMONY, SHUT UP!

SB: Wait, so do you think he got hard with me?

SL: Did he run out of the room like he just wet himself?

SB: Yeah, and just as I thought he might try to pull out my nipples.

AB: SEE!? THIS IS WHY IT WAS DIFFERENT!

SL: Then yeah, he was probably at full mast. Fuck! I don’t have the tits to get to see that!

SB: Ooh, now I’m curious too, especially if it was my fault. After all, don’t guys start to hurt when they see something too pretty?

AB: SWEETIE BELLE! NO!

SB: Oh, that’s good to hear.

SL: XD You wouldn’t know what to do anyways with all that meat.

SB: Yes I would. You don’t know the things I’ve looked at.

SL: Yes I have, and your web history is the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen. What do you get off on, stealing Rarity’s books?

SB has left the group

AB: Oh thank Celestia, we can stop talking about this.

SL: I don’t know. I want more details. Is he bigger than the mold Rainbow made of Spike’s dick?

AB has left the group

Author's Note

This is a fusion of a few suggestions, along with me having some general fun with all of this. I look forward to your comments for this chapter.