Chapters “Hello?” Spike asked as he stepped into the Carousel Boutique. He wasn’t sure what he was doing in here. He heard that Rarity had free time today, so he wasn’t sure what services he could possibly provide to her today. Little would he know the true intent for his arrival. Rarity personally requested he arrive, and that he make sure he was alone when he came here.
“Oh, so nice of you to come in, Spikey-Wikey~” the familiar elegant tone said. Not that Spike didn’t like visiting Rarity, but something about this visit felt weird. He couldn’t put a claw on what, but something about this was weird. She’d never done anything like this before they visited the spa. Rarity came into view from the back of her shop, looking just as beautiful as ever.
“Uh, did you need me to help you with a project?” Spike asked. “I-I’d hate for you to feel you need to work after you set some time aside for yourself.”
“Oh no-no-no-no,” she cooed, approaching Spike’s side. She gently brought a foreleg around him, and began to lead him in deeper. “Today’s all about you, my Spikey-Wikey~” Spike blushed once she said that. He had no idea what’d gotten into this lady. She was never like this around him!
“Uh, are you feeling alright, Rarity?” Spike dared to ask. He’d love for this to be true, but he knew all about the phrase “too good to be true”. He only got more confused as Rarity continued to lead him in deeper.
“Nothing’s wrong at all,” Rarity assured. “I just wish to… try something~” Of course, anyone looking on the scene could smell some ulterior motive here. And, like Spike noted, it’d only started after the visit to the spa.
Curse it all, why did he and her have to go to the spa at the same day? Apparently Spike’d been complaining more and more about soreness in his body, and eventually she had him looked at. He was recommended a massage, so the same day she came to get her mane done, she saw Twilight and Spike.
She didn’t mind it at first, they had as much right to be there as she did. But no, the issue came when the massage came. While Aloe tended to her mane, Vera was apparently tending to the young dragon. And she could practically hear all of it. From the cracking noises of a muscle being pushed just right, to Spike’s noises. Goodness Spike’s noises.
Soon, she began to pay more attention to the noises Spike made while her mane was tended to. She remembered the soft “oogh~”, quickly interrupted by a sharp “AH~” She didn’t know why, but those noises did things to her.
She remembered the blood rushing to her cheeks as his blissful moans reached her ears. She felt herself begin to lean forwards, regardless of the mare tending to her mane, just so she could possibly hear them more. She felt… enthralled. She didn’t know why, but something about hearing his bliss drove her longing, while also igniting a twinge of jealousy that it was somepony else responsible for it. Though, why would she feel jealous? She’d never desired such a silly thing from Spike as his pleasant moans.
Eventually, the noises stopped, and she watched as Spikey-Wikey was being led out.
“Oh man, I really needed that,” he commented, stretching his back and arms. He was soon led to Twilight.
“How’re you feeling?” she asked.
“I feel like a million bits!” Spike cheered. He turned towards Vera. “Seriously, thank you!” Vera seemed to grin wider at that.
“I vas happy to help!” she said. With that, the purple two then left the spa.
Some peace and quiet Rarity tried to say to herself. So she just lied back and waited for her mane to be done. And waited… and waited… She fidgeted in her seat repeatedly, grimacing at the strange discomfort. She couldn’t describe the source of the discomfort. Spike’d been disruptively noisy a few minutes ago, and now that disruption was gone. So why was she feeling this weird sense of… she wasn’t sure what it was. It almost felt like something was missing once that young dragon left.
Those noises couldn’t have affected her that badly, could they have?
Spike was led deeper into Rarity’s house, deeper and deeper until he found himself, of all places, inside her bedroom. It was of a low light, the soft scent of candles filling the air. She was leading him towards her bed.
“Uh, what are we doing in here?” Spike asked.
“Don’t worry, dear~” Rarity said as Spike climbed up on the bed. He sat down, facing her, feeling this strange unease, mixed with excitement. He’d always love the chance to be with Rarity, but this was all very weird for her. “Now, I want you to lie down. On your back or front, either’s fine for now.” Spike simply looked at her confused. What in Equestria is she up to?
“What is this all about?” Spike asked.
“It’s all about treating you, dear~” Rarity said. She leaned forwards and stroked the dragon’s cheek. “You seem awfully tense, Spikey-Wikey~ Just lie down, and let me take care of that~” Spike nervously gulped at her touch, his tail going stiff. He fidgeted in place, still not sure what to feel. But it seemed like Rarity didn’t mean any harm. Surely this’d be safe, right?
“U-uh, ok…” Spike said. He then began to lean back, leaning down on his elbows while still looking at her.
“All the way, please.” Spike leaned back more, until he was all the way on his back. He was left looking up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how long he had the blush. He wasn’t sure if it was him lying on the bed that incited this or anything, but he was made aware of the burning sensation in his body. His arms were clenched and he could feel his body tense out of uncertainty. “Please relax, dear. That’ll make this so much easier~”
At that, Spike tried to follow. He tried to make sure his limbs were more sprawled out, and he flexed his fingers and toes to make sure he was loose. He then tried to breath deeply, in and out… in and out… If it could make this situation less weird, he’d do it. Meanwhile, Rarity observed his form carefully, pausing.
A part of her couldn’t believe she was in this position. No explanation, such vagueness. Why didn’t she tell him? Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she understood what she was doing. Could she really go this far just to possibly experience whatever she felt in the spa? Then again, she is a little too late for that, isn’t she? No, at this point it’s all or nothing. Now, she climbed up on top of the bed, and loomed over Spike, looking down into his unsure eyes.
“There’s nothing to be worried about, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity practically whispered. “This’ll be all pleasure~” Spike noticed something weird about her tone now. Whereas she usually had a baby-ing tone to her when she addressed him, there was something more… predatory here, especially with the way she said his nickname. With that, Rarity brought up a hoof. Spike, meanwhile, could feel himself begin to sweat. His eyes followed the hoof… Until it placed itself on his chest.
“Wh-what’re you-?” Spike asked. Her hoof was joined by her other one, them both pressing equally on either side of his chest. And then, she began to rub circles into them. The way she touched him did little to quell his uncertainty. More and more circles as Rarity’s half-lidded eyes seemed to scan around his body. Despite his uncertainty, he had to admit that the way she rubbed felt nice. It felt kinda tingly… “O-oh~” he moaned lightly. Once that started, Rarity’s mind was practically made up.
She wanted more.
Her hooves traveled down his abdomen, circling around his belly and gently kneading at his gut, a sensation that was on the edge of being a tickle and not. Spike’s body quaked a little in response, tiny jolts running through his body like water’d spread over one’s body. Rarity rubbed over his belly with either hoof in a U-shape. Her left hoof would start at the upper left, rub down his side, before coming up and rubbing up near the center of his belly, while her right hoof would start at the upper right and rub down before rubbing up the right middle of his belly. She repeated the movements a few times, Spike’s whole form shaking each time.
Eventually, she moved herself back enough so that either leg was in front of her. And then, she brought her forehooves down to his right thigh, them clasping around it. Once she did, he could feel a distinct tightness to it.
“Does your leg usually feel like that?” she asked.
“Y-yeah… why?”
“Oh dear. Shouldn’t this have been dealt with during your trip to the spa?”
“The spa…? Well, we paid for a back massage. At the time it was only my back that was hurting.”
“Oh, this simply won’t do~” Rarity said. With that, she then squeezed her hooves tighter.
“AH!” Spike yelped. Not completely in pain, though it was pleasant. However the way she squeezed, it felt like she was personally pressing out the tension in his leg muscles. And then, she began to rub her hooves in circles, making sure her hooves always faced each other as they rubbed about, making sure they’d always squeeze towards each other. As she squeezed, she could see Spike’s eyes squeeze tight while he grasped behind him, grabbing the bedsheet behind him and tugging. He must’ve really liked this.
After enough, her hooves went lower until both hooves were over one of his knees. She propped the leg up over one of her hindlegs, which allowed her plenty of leverage to knead that knee. That didn’t get quite as intense a reaction as before, though a bit of calm was always fine. Rarity could see as those sharp gasps were soon reduced to simple sighs as she tended to that sore knee. Still, she couldn’t help but enjoy Spike’s soft appreciation as much as the loud ones.
Eventually, her hooves dragged down his calves, as slowly as one’d peel off a sock. Down more and more and more… until her hooves were now holding his foot. Spike leaned forwards a little, looking at Rarity in… anticipation. Yes, that’s definitely what Rarity could see on the young dragon. She was more than aware of how unnerved he was earlier, but that was certainly gone. His tongue’d lolled out by now, him panting after the last few rubs, and his cheeks burned brightly.
Of course, a generous sort like her couldn’t leave him waiting for long. So, while propping up his foot, she brought a forehoof out, and held it close, barely brushing it. She might want to make him happy, but she couldn’t help but take a little joy as those anticipating breaths sped up once her hoof came close. She felt the urge to take those in for now… And then, her hoof came forwards.
“AH! AH!” Spike squealed out, his spine going completely straight. Her hoof was now pressing deeply into Spike’s foot, his toes curling painfully tight from it. “OOGH~!” Rarity’s predatory grin widened at Spike’s pleasure. She could only barely imagine how good her touch must’ve felt…
Oh, I can’t even imagine how he’ll feel when I do this~ Rarity thought. And then, her leg moved about like a pestle grinding the contents of a mortar. Her hoof pushed against more and more of that foot, all while shifting around juuust right. Spike’s hips began to move without his commanding, dancing to the tune of the pleasure Rarity pumped through him. Spike was rendered cross-eyed, his tongue drooped down his chin as he once again grasped at the bedsheets.
Rarity made sure to move her hoof up and down. She made sure she was hitting his sole, just below his toes, and his heel. Especially his heels, for once she began grinding into it, Spike couldn’t contain the his bliss as he cried out. He thrashed about more and more, gasping and panting. Even Rarity couldn’t fight back a blush as her hooves worked the young dragon to this pleasure.
“Goodness, I definitely didn’t hear all of this at the spa~” Rarity teased. As she did, she stopped pressing into Spike’s foot, simply brushing it gently with her fur. And then, she gently set down that leg, before picking up his other and reaching for that thigh. “Is it just because I hit a spot they didn’t?” she said as she gently squeezed at it, switching up the angle of her squeeze so that her hooves pressed into a different patch of flesh. Spike was simply left panting, left to enjoy the reprieve of stimulation he was now receiving. He was too overwhelmed by what she did to his foot, he could scarcely understand her question. Something he’d chide himself over later, when he wasn’t feeling so good.
While he was still recovering, he couldn’t talk. So he tried to shake his head. While she was getting those parts of him he didn’t realize he needed touched, that wasn’t all. Something about Rarity doing this, personally taking charge of his body and pleasuring him without him even expecting it. It felt good, it felt really good, but something about Rarity doing it only made it better. Rarity giggled at that. It may’ve been a vague answer, but knowing Spikey-Wikey, it didn’t take much to understand what he liked.
“Oh, as much as I love doing this, I’m afraid it’ll have to end soon,” Rarity sighed. Her hooves traveled down his thigh and towards his knee, softly rubbing at it. “So sorry, but I’ll be sure to let you savor it~” Her hooves were soon at the sides of his foot, as if threatening to do to this foot what happened to the other one. Spike’s chest rose and lowered as he watched on, looking on as if pleadingly. Rarity savored that lovely feeling of holding his pleasure in her hooves. It was downright delicious, seeing that dragon shiver on the bed, already reaching to get ready to grasp those covers. Rarity soon felt she teased Spikey-Wikey long enough.
She propped his leg on her hindleg, wrapped one of her forelegs around the back of his foot, and then used her other hoof to press into his sole. The way she squeezed that thing between her hoof and her foreleg, of course Spike squealed out. He kicked about lightly, squirming in the bed as her hoof worked its magic. And again, she tried out that mortar and pestle motion, grinding her hoof into that foot. It traveled up and down, up and down his foot, from just under the toes to that poor, sore heel.
Rub, rub, rub she went, using her other foreleg to squeeze the foot more against her hoof in order to really give it the squeeze. Spike tensed up more and more, his knees starting to buckle together. It looked sort of like he was trying to hold back the sheer bliss her hoof was putting him through. Silly Spikey Rarity teased. Surely you realized that you’re not going anywhere unless you give me those sweet noises~ She centered her heel at the very middle of Spike’s heel, licking her lips a little as she nuzzled it into place, Spike shivering a little at the subtle movements.
“Hold nothing back, darling~” Rarity cooed. And then, she held nothing back. She pressed deep into Spike’s heel.
“G-Guuuuuuuuh~!” Spike moaned, his legs shaking a little. And then, after a few seconds of the pressing, Spike went limp, panting, sighing while Rarity took her hoof off of him. Rarity gave a light chuckle as she looked on little Spikey-Wikey. Sprawled out, panting after her special touch. Simply perfect.
After a bit of recovery, Spike was now on his feet, stumbling a little as he was coming towards the door. Rarity was beside him, keeping an eye on him in case he fell over.
“Ooo, might be a bit too loose~” Spike noted.
“Do you think you’ll be alright, darling?” Rarity asked.
“Y-yeah, I think so…” Spike noted as he stood before the door. And then, he turned to Rarity. “Hey, uh, thanks for all of that. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” Rarity grinned at that.
“Oh, feel free to ask for more, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity cooed. “Just keep this between us.”
“Ok,” Spike said. He soon got his claws on the door handle, and began to move it. “Oh, and another thing… Feel free to just say what you want to do next time.” Rarity nodded, and then the dragon left the door.
Pinkie was always the silly pony of the town. Some might even argue too silly. Some might also think she’s just an airhead. Well, she may not be the smartest pony, but she knows a lot about particular things. Particularly, fun things. And among those fun things, yes, she does know about fu~un things. Point is, she was able to draw her own, albeit misguided, conclusions when she came upon the Carousel Boutique one day.
She skipped over to Rarity’s place one day to hang out. She opened up the door and stepped in, glancing around. She noticed a lack of Rarity, and skipped into the building. She was about to call out for her, but then she heard a strange noise deep in the Boutique. It sounded like moaning and squealing, but not just from anyone. No, it was from a certain little dragon she knew. And those moans and squeals sounded like someone that was real~ly liking it.
She would probably come in and ask what the heck she’s doing with Spike, but… She felt her bounciness slow down when Spike’s noises reached her ears. They felt weirdly… enticing. She felt like she could probably spend all day listening to him. She probably wouldn’t be able to hear them if she were to break in…
Eventually, the noises stopped, and she began to hear hoofsteps come from within the Carousel Boutique, at which point she left the Boutique.
Rarity had just waved the little dragon off, content with her private session with him. She thought back to those wonderful, wonderful noises, her legs shivering a little at the memory. So, she turned around, about to go to her bed.
“Hiya!” was suddenly shouted at her face, the alabaster unicorn letting out a shriek and falling on her backside. She shook off the shock, and looked at the surprise invader. She sighed, the mare’s unmistakable pink color now registering for her.
“Pinkie! What is the meaning of this?!” she shouted dramatically.
“Well, I was going to speak to you earlier, but you weren’t here! I was about to call out for you, buuuuuuut it sounded like you were, ahem, bus~y.” Rarity furrowed her brow curiously, confused about what she was proposing. “Oh, you know, the ol’ horizontal tango? The bed and bump? The snu snu?” Rarity looked on disgusted. Pinkie seemed to go on and on like she didn’t understand what she was talking about. The fashionista was only confused about how the party pony would’ve come to that conclusion. “You know, the old scaly snake in the cave~? *Snrk* Y’see, that’s like a double-double entendre, because Spike-“ At that, Rarity’s eyes widened in horror.
“How could you even insinuate-?!” Rarity chided Pinkie. “Why, I’d never let myself do something so vulgar with him!” Pinkie shook her head, lightly “tsk”-ing.
“Oh, Rarity, you don’t have to lie to me,” she said. “I heard you and Spike earlier. I heard Spike’s cute little noises. I heard you telling him to ‘hold nothing back’.”
“Pinkie!” Rarity hissed through her teeth. “You have clearly misread the situation!” Pinkie’s confident grin shrunk a little as she was forced to look the unicorn in the eye. Rarity could swear she could see the gears in the girl’s head grind, as if trying to come up with an alternative to what had happened.
“…Then, what did happen?”
…
Spike followed behind Pinkie curiously. For some reason, she came to him and began dragging him off to Sugarcube Corner. He wasn’t sure what was weirder: the fact that this was happening in the first place, or the fact that this was the second time this was happening.
“Seriously, what do you need me for?” Spike asked, tugging against her grip as she dragged him along.
“I already said! For fun!” she cheered.
“That could mean a hundred things!” Spike snapped back. He kept tugging and tugging, gritting his teeth as he pulled. Pinkie kept tugging and tugging, eventually getting him through the doors and into the lobby. However, she kept pulling him deeper in. “Why aren’t you just saying it?!”
“Rarity said I needed to make sure nopony could here it,” Pinkie said. “I Pinkie promised that only the three of us could know about it!” At that, Spike’s struggling slowed down, as now confusion filled his body more than anything else.
“What the hay does Rarity have to do with this?” he asked. Pinkie giggled a little as she dragged Spike deeper in and towards her bedroom. Eventually, she opened it up and yanked him in, before hip-checking the door closed.
“Come on, you remember, don’t you, silly?” she said, gently tapping his forehead. “Rarity told me alllll about how you love it when a mare has her hooves all over you~” Spike felt his blood run to his cheeks at that. He then felt the urge to turn his gaze away from Pinkie and nervously clasp his hands together.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” he asked, trying to sound innocent. Pinkie giggled a little, her smirking face looking down on him. She brought up a hoof and gently stroked his cheek, slowly ushering his gaze back up to her.
“You don’t have to act all shy,” she said. “You can pay for it and all. It can’t be that bad to do, right?”
“U-uh, what?” Spike asked. Pinkie kept up the same expression, and her head began to go low, low, low. And then, Spike’s eyes went wide a sharp gasp ushering out of his throat as his arms suddenly went stiff. He began panting, his blush getting brighter and brighter. “Oh~ OOOgh~” Spike moaned. “Oh Pinkie~! Oh that’s… wow~!” Spike’s chest heaved as he panted, his wide eyes now starting to get half-lidded as Pinkie’s efforts continued.
The pink pony, meanwhile, managed to work one of her hooves under one of Spike’s legs, lifting it up to expose the bottom of his foot. Meanwhile, the other hoof starting to rub at his sole. She gently rubbed between the front and the heel, really pressing into that area, before her hoof began to knead at her hoof and just behind his toes.
“There, that’s not so scary, is it?” she asked. “Pinkie Pie just wants to make you really happy~” With those comforting rubs, she brought her hoof away, letting Spike put his foot back down as he was still left blushing, looking at the pink pony. “You better lie down, buddy! It’ll make it all the easier to rub you in all the right ways!” With that, Spike, without changing expression, nodded. And then, he turned around and began heading for Pinkie’s bed. “Oh! And please lie down backside up! I wanna get the parts Rarity didn’t touch!”
Spike rolled his eyes a little at that. But, he supposes that he was kind of under her orders. So, he climbed up on top of her mattress, sitting down at first. And then, he leaned forwards and forwards, until gravity dragged his upper body down and sent him faceplanting into the soft mattress. And then, he felt a slight quake go through the mattress as Pinkie Pie leapt up onto the bed right behind him. He could feel her seated form between his legs, and he could practically feel the pony’s happy face beam into his back.
“Hang on a moment,” she said. She then looked up to the upper left corner of the frame, studying that particular corner intently. Curiously, Spike glanced up, leaning his head up towards her.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.
“Just checking out the content rating… Alright, we’re good,” she said. Then, she gently pushed Spike’s head back down, making sure he’s back in position. He lied there, shifting a little bit in anticipation. Deep down, he knew how weird this was, somepony he knew about to massage him for reasons he couldn’t quite understand. However, another part of him was deeply appreciative that they’d do something like this.
“Thank you for this,” Spike said. As he waited, he could feel Pinkie’s hooves hover over the back of his head, to the point where he could swear she could feel her body heat. He could feel thin bristles of fur gently touch down on his body.
“Don’t worry, Spikey!” Pinkie cheered. She shifted a little in place, hovering her hooves over him and preparing herself. She’d love to touch down right now, to see how Spike would react. But Rarity recommended a slow approach, slowly coax the pleasure out more and more until you get to the point that you can exploit it for all it’s worth. She argued that she needs to have fun fast, but Rarity said it’s better to slowly build his little sighs into screams.
Pinkie wasn’t sure what she meant, but she sort of had this fun first. So maybe she knew a little more. So, instead of touching down, she slowly waved her hooves downwards. Spike, meanwhile, still anticipated the moment her hooves could rub him. But he was just confused as he felt her hooves wave over him. He was about to ask what she’s doing, but then he felt it: fur.
Pinkie’s fur tickled over his scales, from his scalp all the way down. He couldn’t help but snicker a little upon the fur touching his neck. And at that, Pinkie stopped for a moment. She felt her cheeks shoot back up her face, a strong smile plastered on her face. She wiggled her hooves over his neck a little more, and his body seized a bit.
“P-Pinkie!” Spike stuttered out, a few quick giggles ushering out. Pinkie grinned wider as her fur kept rubbing over his neck, causing him to writhe around a bit. It felt like she was running a feather over his form. Pinkie’s hooves then went lower, giving the dragon a brief reprieve. However, he still couldn’t fight the wriggling as her hooves began to hover over his sides, the fur continuing to nip at him. Soon, they hovered over his backside, running down his legs, and soon to the bottom of his feet. And as she did, Spike began banging a fist against the mattress, burying his laughing mouth into it.
After seeing Spike wriggle around a little, Pinkie soon decided that there was enough stalling. She brought up her hooves, and returned them over his head. And now, Spike felt them touch his scales. At that, he brought his face up, it red with fighting off laughter. However, his fighting would soon die down as the tickly feeling was instead replaced with anticipation as her hooves remained on top of him. And then, she began to rub circles.
“Ah~” Spike sighed softly, nestling into place as the pink pony began to rub into his scalp. She rubbed circles into either half of his scalp, them starting at the top and gently rubbing at his temples. His head wasn’t nearly as tense as his legs when Rarity went at them, but it was still pleasing enough. He rested his chin on his crossed arms and gently swayed his legs, a grin dressing his face as he close his eyes to enjoy the touch.
Eventually, her hooves came down to his neck, one hoof rubbing circles into the back of it. Spike moaned out, tightening his fingers around his arms.
“Can you move your arms, pretty please?” Pinkie asked.
“Oh, sorry,” Spike said before unclasping his arms, spreading them out in front of him. Now that his arms were down, more of his neck was exposed to the pony’s hooves. So, she then brought down her hooves, setting them on either side of his neck and gently pressing. Spike grunted at that, and shook his head a little though.
“Oopsies,” Pinkie said, bringing her forelegs up before setting them on his shoulder blades. Spike sighed as the pony leaned down, pressing more of her weight onto his aching shoulders. Spike couldn’t help but let his tongue flick out in pleasure. From here, Pinkie could see his eyes closed. After Spike felt her hooves on his scalp, he was ready to shut off his vision so that the majority of his senses would be dedicated to feeling her work away at his muscles.
Pinkie lightly shifted her upper body a little, altering which hoof put more/less pressure on top of either of Spike’s shoulders. Spike’s soft sighs definitely showed that he was liking this. Soon, she stopped wobbling, and instead pressed both hooves downwards toughly, really putting the pressure on Spike’s trapezius.
“Oogh~!” Spike moaned out upon her pressing down. Pinkie’s ears perked up at that noise. That was it, that was the kind of noise she heard at the Carousel Boutique. And it was just as nice as she remembered. And if a push like that was what got it… She then stopped sitting down, still resting her forelegs on top of his back. And then, she brought her hindlegs up and placed them on his thighs, the young dragon wriggling around a little, his body unable to contain the feeling going through him.
Spike may not be watching her right now, but it didn’t take much to tell what those four points pressing on top of him were. He was sure that if she warned him her entire bodyweight would be pushing down on him, then he’d be upset. However, now that she was doing it, he could not ignore the results, nor keep quiet about how it felt. With those four thin points setting upon him, rather than him feeling the full weight of a pony, it seemed to focus more on wherever she placed her hooves. The way they stood upon the particularly tense muscles, it felt almost like her weight were pushing the stress out like one’d push air out of a balloon.
“AGH~!” Spike squealed once he felt her hooves on his thighs. “Oh Pinkie~!” Pinkie gave a light giggle at Spike’s bliss.
“That’s what I’m looking for!” she cheered, shifting around on top of the dragon. She adjusted how much weight was put on his shoulders and thighs, adjusting the distribution based on Spike’s subtle winces and relaxations as she adjust the angle at which she pressed down upon him. As she moved around, Pinkie could swear she could hear what almost sounded like a purr from the dragon. “Mmm~ Spikey, I thinking you’re giving me a sugar high~”
After stepping on his thighs a little, she decided more parts of him needed attention. So, she hiked up her hindlegs, planting them on either of Spike’s buttocks, squishing down on him. Spike blushed at that, suddenly feeling the urge to bring his tail down protectively. Then, her forehooves came closer to her hind-hooves, now pressing down into his mid-back. Those hooves also gently shifted around on top of him. Then, Spike suddenly felt the mare crouch down. And judging by the shifting of her hindlegs, it sort of felt like she was shaking her rump, like a cat about to pounce.
And then, she leapt up.
“Gah!” Spike yelped out, for the pink pony had started to jump about on top of him. Her hooves alternated wherever they hit, beating on different parts of his back, apparently with the intent to beat away his tension. Literally. “P-Pink-Pinkie!” Spike spoke out between each stamp, each touchdown causing him to pause. “Stop!” At that, Pinkie’s bouncing began to slow down, her beginning to settle with simply standing on top of him for a moment.
“Hee hee, sorry,” she said. “Got too excited.”
“Ugh…” Spike groaned. He reached back and rubbed at his back. “Well, it was good while it lasted. So thanks for that.”
“Now hang on,” Pinkie said. “I gotta make up for that stuff earlier.”
“O-Oh no, it’ll be fine-,” Spike tried to argue. However, despite Pinkie setting her hooves on either side of him, it didn’t feel like she was going anywhere. Instead, he could feel her form begin to approach him from above. “What are you-?” However, he would soon be answered. Pinkie’s body was soon upon him, laying on top of the bed and pinning Spike underneath her, her chin resting on top of his head.
“Pinkie!” Spike shouted, wriggling about from under her. “What are you doing?”
“I’m doing an super special massage!” she answered. “Just hold still, and lemme do my thing!”
“Pinkie?”
“3…”
“Seriously, what are you-?”
“2…”
“Pinkie!”
“1!”
Spike felt the urge to shut his eyes defensively and clenched his teeth defensively, as if anticipating something really painful to come upon him. However, instead of some painful jump or her whole body squishing down on him, Pinkie… vibrated?
“Vmmmmmmm,” Pinkie hummed, her body poised on top of Spike’s like a blanket. As she hummed, her whole body seemed to gently rumble over Spike kind of like a massage chair. It felt kind of weird to the dragon at first.
“Wh-what is-?” Spike asked. However, he was interrupted when Pinkie’s hooves wrapped around his form, and gently pulled him deeper into the embrace of Pinkie’s body. And once she did, more of Spike’s surface area was covered with the horse’s vibrating body. And at that, he could feel more and more of her press into his back. And as a result, he felt her body rumble over him, gently pressing and squeezing into his various crevices.
“O-oh~” Spike moaned, both pleasured and surprised. He wouldn’t have expected anypony to do something like this, though this was rather tame compared to her usual antics. Still, not the kind of thing he’d just expect. And yet, it sort of… worked. Her body seemed to cover more area than her hooves, and just generally seemed softer. Her gentle sway ensured that whenever a spot remained untouched, it would be in mere seconds.
“Ha~ Lower~ Lower~” the dragon begged. And Spike’s prayer was answered. Even the prayers Spike didn’t make were answered. Pinkie’s rocking body would strike for any and every part of him that was covered. Even the sore spots brought on by Pinkie’s bouncing would melt away to the pleasure Pinkie ushered forth. Spike’s moaning was soon accompanied by an excited kicking, him beating his foot into the mattress.
“Vmmmmmmm,” Pinkie continued humming. Pinkie’s body kept on pelting and pelting Spike with bliss, whose tongue was now beginning to lull out. It seemed he was too smitten with the session to even think right. His cheeks were Pinkie pink now, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lied limp on the mattress. He could only give unconscious movements as Pinkie kept vibrating on top of him. Pinkie didn’t even mind as Spike drooled onto her bed. She was just happy to make Spike so happy.
Later, Twilight and friends were seated at her castle on a bit of a diplomatic mission. Ember’s visiting, which Twilight is using to form a, hopefully, long lasting friendship with the dragons. The two are talking in Twilight’s personal chambers, the other five hanging out just outside her door in an attempt to listen in.
“I haven’t heard Ember talk in a while,” Rarity said. “Just, sort of, grunts of acknowledgement. And I swear I can somehow hear her just stare on occasion.”
“Oh, I hope this all works out…” Fluttershy said. The group simply leaned against that door and listened, waiting with baited breath for any exciting developments. As they did so, Spike approached, holding a tray of treats, a noticeable pep in his step.
“Hi!” he greeted, which was greeted with a “shush” from three of the five mares, one too shy to shush and one too unrestrained to care about quietness. “Oh! Sorry,” he said a little quieter. “I brought some treats for Twilight.”
“She’s busy right now,” Rarity said. “You’ll have to wait.”
“Alright. Just say when.” With that, Spike left the girls, a few paying more attention to the dragon as he left.
“He seems a lot more enthusiastic about working,” Rainbow Dash pointed out.
“Oh, I think those massage sessions are really helping,” Fluttershy suggested. “He must be feeling so much better now that his soreness is getting treated.”
“I can hear Spikey-Wikey during my spa visits,” Rarity said. “It sounds like they’re very effective.”
“Spike makes the best bed noises, doesn’t he?” Pinkie declared unashamedly. She held a big smile, eyes shut and unaware of the faces she was receiving. The majority of the ponies around her had immediately snapped towards her, looking on in shock and horror. Rarity, meanwhile, covered her own face, blushing furiously. She’d hate to admit it, but she had an inkling about what Pinkie actually meant. Few ponies would even acknowledge the even more deafening quiet in the room with Twilight and Ember.
While she seemed to sit proudly about her declaration, the sound of magic rang out, Twilight having teleported over in front of Pinkie, a similarly shocked and horrified look on her. She took a few moments to just look at Pinkie. And then, she turned her horn towards her, a lavender glow surrounding her horn threateningly.
“You have five seconds to explain yourself,” Twilight said, pressing the tip of her horn into Pinkie’s cheek.
Spike sat in his room curiously. He heard Twilight got cross with one of her friends, and it sounded like they were working through something personal. Though, he did hear that he may’ve been partially involved with that stuff… However, his time alone wouldn’t last long. Eventually, his door opened up, revealing a blue, tall dragoness. It was the current lord of the Dragonlands, Ember.
“Hey, kid,” Ember greeted. “How’re you holding?”
“A little worried…” Spike admitted.
“Don’t be, I heard their conversation,” Ember said. “That purple pony apparently thought pinky was doing something seriously untoward, but it turns out she was just massaging you.” She then looked Spike in the eye. “It was just a massage, right?”
“O-of course!” Spike answered. “She put her hooves all over my back, rubbed my stress out, so on.” Ember nodded.
“Yeah, pinky said that she Pinkie Promises or something that guaranteed she was telling the truth,” Ember said. “Though, the purple pony’s grilling her for more information. Well, her and the white one.”
“Rarity?”
“Yeah, apparently she was a part of the massaging too,” Smolder explained. “She apparently wants to know every detail to make sure it was just an innocent massage.”
“Yeah, sounds like something she’d do…” Spike admitted. Then, there was silence as the two dragons stood around, a pregnant pause filling the room as either struggled to think about what they should say. Eventually, Ember’d break the silence.
“You know, I never thought ponies could give massages,” Ember said.
“I guess those guys did well enough with their hooves,” Ember remarked. “Though, I’m pretty sure any hoof would pale in comparison to a set of these.” Ember held her hand near her to wriggle her fingers to punctuate her point. Spike looked towards her as she said.
“You think those’ll really be better?” Spike asked.
“Totally,” Ember answered. “Most dragons butt heads and other macho stuff, but there are plenty of occasions where, between periods of fighting, dragons work out the kinks in each other’s backs. And lemme tell you, sometimes you need a few fingers to squeeze out those knots in places you don’t even realize you have…” As she spoke, Spike looked on in awe. He wasn’t sure how truthful her words were, but as she spoke, he did think. He did suppose fingers were a bit more flexible than hooves. He looked at his hands and flexed his fingers a little bit in contemplation.
“Well, I guess I’m kinda curious now,” Spike said. He sat up straight and faced Ember. “Think you can test that theory out?”
“Now hold on, little guy,” Ember stated. “You think you can just ask something of me just like that?” At that, Spike’s ear-fins lowered a little.
“O-oh, yeah, sorry, that was rude of me,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. Ember mulled over his question a little personally. He thoughts about the way those two ponies talked… and about that strange look in their eyes as they talked about rubbing this squirt down. They looked a little dreamy as they recalled their time with him, even as Twilight shouted a storm at them. Could they really have had such joy at touching him like that?
“You know, I’m not totally against it, I think,” Ember said. At that, Spike perked up a little.
“D-do you mean it?” he asked. Ember then tapped her chin in contemplation.
“Maybe… I don’t know…” she said as she looked over her fingers. “Although… You know, I think my hand needs to loosen up a little.” She then extended her arms out towards Spike, her hands hovering before him. “Think you can work out the kinks in them? Think I’ll be able to give you a bit of this afterwards.”
“Oh of course!” Spike said as he came in close. “Yeah, if that’s all I have to do!” He then took one of her claws in hand, and brought it down to his level, Ember looking down at him cautiously. He held it carefully while looking over it, as if contemplating how he should go about doing what she’d want. This lasted a couple of seconds, a couple of moments of sheer silence. Ember was about to ask him what he was doing, when he brought up his thumbs and pressed into the center of the back of her hand.
Ember sighed softly as he did so. He was a bit inexperienced and seemed to be playing this by ear, but that didn’t matter much to the dragon. It was starting to feel nice, him kneading at her poor hand. His thumbs changed wherever they pressed, now beginning to reach her joints and squeeze out the tension there. After a bit of that, he turned her hand over so he could do a similar motion to her palms. He’d just used his thumbs to tend to her, though they appeared to be just what she needed.
Ember closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation of Spike tending to her hands, and even had to fight the urge to curl them as he rubbed at the digits.
“Mmm ~ I think that’ll do,” Ember said. At that, Spike stopped.
“Are you sure, Ember?” he asked. As he spoke, Ember pulled her hands out of Spike’s grip, before holding them up to her face to flex her fingers softly as she looked over them.
“Yeah, feeling nice and limber~” she said. She then turned to the small dragon. “Well, a deal’s a deal. Come on up to the bed.” At that Spike climbed up, feeling a little excited at the prospect. “Now, should I work on your front, or your back?” He looked up to the ceiling in contemplation as he thought about what to do.
“Well, I guess I could use some work on my back,” Spike said. “Pinkie tried. She did this really good thing with her back, though it was more ‘a lot of movement but not a lot of precision’.” Ember shrugged.
“A’ight. Show me your back,” Ember said. With that, Spike excitedly spun around and dropped onto his belly, himself propping his chin up on his hands while his feet rocked with excitement. Ember looked over the dragon, silently remarking at how eager he is. Those ponies must’ve been really, really, good. Well, it’d be rude to not go through with this now. So, she climbed up on the bed, sat on her feet, and herself positioned behind Spike’s backside, his legs beneath her rear.
She flexed her fingers a little, and felt Spike’s legs fidgeting beneath her. She looked over him and considered the spots she’d have to strike. Those hooves’d probably have an easy time beating away at his flat back, but would probably struggle with comfortably rubbing his neck. She also doubted either of them would be able to fit between those spikes on his spine. Those seemed like good spots to start.
So, she took up both hands, and brought them down. Spike felt her extended claws rest on either side of his back, and felt a weird chill go through his form, almost like a tickle. Not that he didn’t expect it, but her hands felt alarmingly different from anypony’s hooves. As opposed to the familiar surface of a hoof, there were various curves and creases to these hands, not to mention those hands, ending in sharp points, that seemed to press against him like Rarity’s pins, albeit with a little less poking than that. A little.
She lightly prodded into Spike’s back, lightly grasping at it, before squeezing and starting to rub around in circles.
“M-mn~” Spike grunted as she began. He had to admit, it felt slightly scary, her sharp-tipped fingers seeming to threaten to dig into him. But rather than that, she simply seemed to rake across his back like a back scratcher, while her palm pressed into the dragon’s back. Ember felt a slight twinge in her chest upon hearing his mutter, though only slight. These were merely test rubs.
“Those feel like they’ll be good?” Ember asked.
“Nm~ Yes~” Spike said.
“Good,” Ember said. “Then I can begin to work on those parts those ponies couldn’t touch.” With that, Ember’s hands each got close to Spike’s spine, and he could feel her thumbs resting on the spike’s along his back. They seemed to linger just above his back while still resting on those spikes. And then, they began to lower. Next thing Spike knew, Ember’s thumbs were pressing in between a pair of his spikes, pressing into the bit of back available. And, like that, he was suddenly made aware of how untouched his spine was.
“O-oogh~!” Spike groaned out as those thumbs pushed down on him.
“Geez, have you never touched here before?” Ember asked. “It doesn’t feel like these ever got attention.”
“Oh Celestia~” Spike moaned. “Oh please do that more~” Ember, upon hearing that, blushed harder. Hearing the dragon gasp out beneath her… She felt her form quake, her legs shake, and her heart speed up. This moment gave her pause, which was met with Spike wriggling in expectation for more. Feeling that, Ember shook her head to regain her senses, remembering what she was doing on top of the young dragon.
So, she’d slide her thumbs out of the spikes she’d pressed in at first, before quickly going to an unexplored crack, and pressing down on that. Spike gasped out as her thumbs dug into him, his back arching. Ember moved her thumbs side to side to make sure her thumbs were pressing any untouched parts. It took all Spike had to make sure he wasn’t squirming, and yet he couldn’t stop his legs from kicking with glee.
“G-geez, kid,” Ember said. “You’d almost think you’d had nopony touch you before.” Her fingers kept on exploring between each spike, keeping on rubbing whatever segment of spine was available to her. Spike kept on moaning as the dragon tended to spots even he didn’t realize needed to be touched until now. Ember’s hands kept on exploring his form, having started at the middle, before going low, and then traveling all the way back up, all the while making sure her thumbs rub at each part of her, making sure that they are all attended to.
And then, her hands were off of his spinal column, and now wrapped around either shoulder, her thumbs tapping on his collarbone. And even as her hands rested, she could hear Spike’s breathing speed up in anticipation, as if he were already thinking about what those wandering fingers might feel like tending to his neck muscles. She started with some gentle squeezing upon his upper trapezius, which got Spike’s eyes to flutter.
“M-mmn~ Yeeees~” Spike moaned. Part of Ember was sure this guy was just trying to tease her, no way a dragon could go this long without developing some sort of resistance to this kind of stuff. And yet here he was, acting like this was the first time he was getting rubbed. After a few test rubs near his shoulders, Ember traveled up towards his neck, gently wrapping around it such that her thumbs were pressing upon the back of it, though not right on his spinal column. So, she started by pressing down into his neck, squeezing the rest of it with just her finger tips, not her entire fingers.
“Mnaaaaa~” Spike moaned once more, jaw dropped and tongue lulled out. Even from this angle, Ember could see the red in his cheeks. Both of them may’ve agreed to this, but she couldn’t help but feel this was weird. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she rubbed him, and felt like she was trespassing or something. And yet… a part of her felt like she wanted to do a little more than this… Still, for now, she had all of her fingers rub circles into the side of Spike’s neck, his breathing matching each of her strokes.
She’d start at his sides, before coming up to the back of her neck, where she’d make gentle brushing motions with her fingers, going down to the halfway point of his shoulders, before stroking up to his upper neck. Down, up, down, up she went. And suddenly, Spike was biting his lip as she stroked. After that, her fingers returned to his side, so that her thumb would replace them and rub along either side of his spine. She rubbed up and down the back of his neck, Spike continuing to sigh.
“O-oh, Ember~” he moaned. The dragon lord sighed happily, and had her hands slither up onto his scalp, where they began kneading it. Her thumbs kneaded into the back of his head while her fingers were wandering his head, traveling between the top and the temples. Spike was practically melting against the bed as a result of her touch.
“You seem to be dozing off,” Ember pointed out.
“Mmm~ I can’t help it~” Spike said. “Mmn~ It’s like you’re rubbing my brain into sleep~”
“Oh, maybe I need something more… intense~” Ember muttered. Her hands left his head, and he walked away from his legs, instead rounding towards his head.
“H-hm? What’re you-?” Spike asked. However, he was interrupted when Ember’s backside came down upon the top of his head, her body now facing towards the small dragon’s tail end. Spike squirmed a little underneath her butt, until Ember’s hands reached forwards, wrapping around one of his thighs. He rose a brow out of curiosity, before she lifted the rest of his leg up, foot now aimed towards the sky. And there, her thumbs rubbed at the back of his thigh, which was currently pointed towards her. And her pressing into him was a much different effect from his scalp.
Whereas the previous rubbing was comparable to a gentle breeze wrapping around him, this was practically squeezing the stress out of him like juice from a lemon.
“A-ah~!” Spike gasped out once her thumbs pressed in. Once more, his back arched, and Ember saw his toes curl tightly. She even heard him beat a fist against the mattress below him. The young dragon even raked his claws through the sheet and dug into the mattress, unfortunately gouging his bed in the process, not that he quite had the faculties to care right now. Sweat fell from his brow as Ember rubbed his thigh, her hands carefully cradling his leg slowly slithering up, until they reached his knee.
At that point, she brought her fingers upon said knee, and rubbed at the cap, while her thumbs pressed into the back of his knee. Spike’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he was rendered a drooling mess beneath Ember’s backside. After a bit of that, Ember readjusted herself, centering her rear on top of Spike’s head, while she curled her legs behind her, bringing her feet together just under her tail, and just before Spike’s snout. The dragon was greeted with the earthy stench of her feet, which got him to wriggle in slight discomfort.
However, his mind was drawn from the stench and more upon the explosion of pleasure around his knee, when the dragon lord dug her thumbs up and towards the center of his calf. Spike once more gasped with pleasure, now grasping Ember’s feet like they were some sort of handhold meant to keep him safe. Ember’s eyes widened at the sudden grappling of her feet, and shook them a little, knocking Spike’s hands away.
“S-sorry,” Spike said.
“N-no worries,” Ember said. “Th-that was just unexpected. If you think it’ll help, do it now…” Spike looked up curiously, as if that’d somehow help him to look Ember in the eye. He then tentatively approached his hands, before carefully wrapping his fingers around her feet. Ember could feel his hands shivering around her. The dragon wiggled her hips a little, making sure she was nice and comfy on top of Spike, before she continued rubbing the dragon’s calf.
Spike was back to shuddering as Ember’s hands searched his leg. She’d squeeze, she’d twist, she’d press. From squeezing her palms up the sides of his leg, to cupping his calf with her thumbs and rubbing up them, and even getting up to his heel, where her fingers would wrap around above them, and pull that foot back, really putting the stretch on them. Spike gasped once more and squeezed tightly. And hearing his pleasure, Ember’s toes curled up with, what she can only describe as, pleasure.
Her legs shook, a shiver ran along her spine, and she clutched Spike’s leg harder. She shouldn’t feel this way, this is meant to just be a helpful session for the little guy, yet it felt like she was slowly getting some sort of draw to herself. It got to the point where her own eyes fluttered as she kept on rubbing, eliciting more moans from Spike. She was beginning to rock her hips side to side and squeeze her legs tighter, burying Spike between her bottom and her feet.
Spike, meanwhile, was smothered in her body and her smell, while his tight legs were squeezed into a looser form. His body was burning up with pleasure, like he were wrapped up in a warm sleeping bag, that was repeatedly stung from various angles with euphoric needles. Ember kept on repeating her technique, from one leg to the other, paying attention to his thighs and calves and ankles. Spike was all dopey now, feeling like he was drifting on some kind of cloud.
Spike was filled with fluttering butterflies and belting out thick pants, sucking up any air available, including Ember’s smell. Spike’s hands shook and quivered around Ember as the dragon lord squeezed his poor, poor legs with the harshness of a juicer, yet providing only pleasure instead of searing pain. Not that there wasn’t any, there was still that tight squeeze. But her fingers did more to loosen his muscles than to crush him. And with each squeeze, he felt Ember tense up around him, squeezing her thighs around him and her feet against his face.
After a bit of that, Ember sighed, and released her grip on Spike’s legs, letting them flop onto the mattress. She also got up off of Spike’s head, releasing his clouded mind from her tight grip. Spike was just a little dizzy, and still all tingly from her touch. For a moment, he could swear he couldn’t feel his legs. No, that wouldn’t be accurate. Rather, it was more that his legs were so tingly, that he couldn’t quite comprehend whether his lower half were a cloud of pleasure or legs.
“Ok, now we can move onto the front,” Ember said. It took Spike a few moments to register, as his mind was still swimming in a pool of euphoria. However, when he felt her hands on him and turn him around, his eyes widened as he realized what was happening.
“Wait wait wait!” Spike shouted as he was spun around. Once his belly was off the mattress, Ember’s eyes were swiftly drawn to an unfortunate… result of her technique. Ember’s eyes shot open with shock and she stumbled back, her blue cheeks replaced with red while the two dragons stared at each other, Spike more with shame in his face. “I-I didn’t mean… I-I’m sorry…”
“I-I mean, it happens sometimes…” Ember said. Maybe she was trying to lessen Spike’s discomfort, maybe she was trying to save face herself. Whatever the case, if this were to continue… She sighed and turned around, deciding not to face him. “Ok, maybe this went a little too far.”
“I’m really sorry, this hasn’t happened before…” Spike muttered.
“Look, no one’s at fault here, this was just a moment of relaxation that was about to turn into something serious,” Ember said. “Look, you cover up, I can leave, and this little moment stays a secret between the two of us.”
“S-secret?” Spike repeated.
“Yeah, you and I are the only ones that know what’s happened in this room,” Ember said. “You don’t have to worry about this being weird. We’ll just talk in the future and act like this didn’t happen…”
“O… Ok, sounds good,” Spike said. As he spoke he reached for his pillow, and held it between his legs defensively, his thighs curling around it. “Hey, uh, thanks for doing that anyways. You’re really good with those claws…”
“Maybe give it a few, and either I can do it again, or I can find a dragon to recommend you to,” Ember said.
“A few what?”
“I don’t know right now. I’ll get back to you on it later.”
“Uh… ok…” With that, Ember began to head to the door out.
“I should probably tell that purple girl goodbye,” Ember said.
“Yeah, maybe,” Spike affirmed.
“It’s… it’s been something…” Ember said. “See you later.”
“See you later,” Spike said, waving her goodbye. With that, the dragon lord stepped away and closed the door behind her, Spike continuing to wave. His waving began to die down, before he took the pillow, and smacked it against his forehead. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” Each word was punctuated by another smack to his forehead.
After a while, Twilight’s friends had left the castle, now leaving Twilight and Spike alone in one of the rooms. Spike was sure there was an air of tension, though he couldn’t tell if it was related to whatever Twilight and her friends talked about, or the reason for him keeping his lower half covered by the edge of a doorway.
“Are you doing ok, Spike?” Twilight asked.
“Yeah, just contemplating about stepping in or not,” Spike lied.
“You’ve been contemplating for about a minute, now,” Twilight said while rubbing her chin.
“Yeah, about that…” Spike muttered. “Uh, what went on with you and Pinkie?”
“Oh, are you nervous about all of that?” Twilight asked. “It’s dealt with without issue. Well, there was one moment where Pinkie said she, quote, ‘only did what Rarity did’, but she was quick to clarify that it was… well, they described it as innocent, but…”
“C’mon, massages aren’t so bad, you took me to Aloe and Lotus for a session,” Spike argued.
“Yeah, that’s different,” Twilight said. “They were paid to do that stuff, but Rarity and Pinkie seemed… funny about it. Look, I think we agreed that friends shouldn’t do that stuff, at least not at the moment. We’ll just leave it to the professionals.”
“Aw… ok…” Spike muttered. However, he still clung to the door frame, not crossing. Twilight was about to question further, when there was a knock at the door. Twilight stood up, and walked over to investigate. Opening up the front door revealed Aloe and Lotus. But faster than she could ask what they were here for…
“We need ze dragon back!” Aloe said. At that, Twilight snapped the door closed, eyes wide with worry. She’d paused for a moment to mull over whether or not she’d actually seen or heard what she did. She opened the door again, seeing the pink and blue pony with contrasting manes.
“May we see Spikey?” Lotus asked now. Once more, Twilight shut the door, and simply looked off into the distance to think about what she was just presented with. Spike, meanwhile, had seen what’d just transpired.
“Uh, weren’t those the professionals?” he asked.
Eventually, Twilight had decided to hear out those two ponies just outside her door. And upon opening the door initially, she was greeted with their excited pleas for Spike to come into their spa again. And all the while, Spike would watch on (his little problem finally subsided), and Twilight would rub her temples as she took in the information.
“I-is it good conduct for you to personally request a client?” Twilight asked in exasperation.
“There will be no problem,” Lotus said.
“Ya! We do it after hours so nopony has to worry about special treatment!” Aloe said.
“Ugh, I can’t believe you’re putting me in this position…” Twilight grumbled to herself. “Look, why don’t we wait for tomorrow, then I can bring him in and pay for it normally.”
“Booked solid tomorrow!” Aloe declared. “Booked for a few days, actually!”
“We have little opportunity to tend to him!” Lotus corroborated. Twilight groaned in annoyance. As the sisters made clear, they wouldn’t leave until they made some proper arrangement. She probably wouldn’t mind, but between the awkwardness with Pinkie, and the very weird begging of these two grown mares, Twilight felt deep in her core that there was something deeply wrong with this situation.
“Come on, don’t you think this is a little weird?” Twilight asked. “I mean, coming out from nowhere to request this guy comes in for you to rub him down?”
“We rub down ponies all the time!” Lotus declared. “We get fairly intimate with many of our clients! You kind of have to in this line of work.” Twilight grumbled and buried her face into a hoof.
“If it makes you feel better, we could offer bits to see the dragon,” Aloe explained. Twilight pulled her face back and looked at her incredulously.
“Really? Now you’re going to pay me to let you rub down my dragon?” Twilight asked.
“I don’t know, maybe you’re making a bigger deal out of this than it is?” Spike asked. “I mean, how bad can a massage be?”
“Bu-!” Twilight started as she turned towards Spike. She glanced between the two parties, the massagers and their proposed client. Twilight was the only one in the room that saw how weird this was. She’d soon realize that she could argue this point until the cows come home, and she could never reach a conclusion favorable to herself. Especially now that the “client” was in support of Aloe and Lotus. She took in a deep breath, and sighed.
“Ok,” she said. “I’m not going to ask you to pay to do your job, especially on your own hours,” Twilight clarified. “However, I’ll be by his side the whole time. And if you two do something I don’t like, I have the right to cut your session short.”
“Oh of course!” Aloe nodded. “Consent is very important in a massage.” Twilight blushed at that.
“A-alright, glad we understand…” Twilight muttered. Spike, meanwhile, seemed excited at the prospect. They didn’t quite meet the itch the other ponies he’d gotten a massage from previously, but they were still very nice. And heck, maybe their excitement might mean that they’ll be more enthusiastic to rub him. He giddily rushed up before the two ponies while Twilight climbed up onto her hooves. The two spa ponies turned and headed out of the house, while Twilight and Spike followed them out and in the direction of the spa, the moon overhead only reminding them how late it was, and only affirming to Twilight how weird this whole situation is.
Eventually, they made it to the spa, where the spa ponies unlocked the door. Aloe headed inside while Lotus held the door open for the purple duo. And so they entered, Spike a little more quickly than Twilight. Once inside, Aloe rushed over towards the massage area, where Spike’d gone a couple of times in the past.
“You prefer back or front today, Spike?” Lotus asked.
“I think I might prefer my front today. Had my back recently,” Spike said. Aloe and Lotus nodded in affirmation, before heading inside the massage area, Spike and Twilight following. There, Spike could see the massage tables he was familiar with a couple of times. One of them set the proper sheet on, and Spike climbed up on top of it, lying down on his back.
“Keep your limbs splayed, keep loose, and leave everything to us,” Aloe said.
“Within reason!” Twilight declared. The two spa ponies glanced over towards Twilight as she suddenly spoke up. “With… within reason…” She then coughed to clear her throat, before setting them down, nervously rocking on them. “Ok, just do what you will, within reason…” By now, she was willing to let them do what they wished as long as it meant not having them just stare at her. The two spa ponies shrugged, and walked around to either side of the table, Aloe pulling a cart of various lotions with her. Aloe held some oil, before lathering it over her own hooves, Lotus following suit.
Soon, their hooves were nice and oily, Spike watching all the while. He felt the oil with previous sessions, and it usually felt nice having the cool stuff over him. Spike wriggled in place in excitement, a definite grin on his face. And then, the ponies’ hooves came down, Aloe holding Spike’s right arm, and Lotus holding Spike’s left leg. Aloe stretched his arm out towards her, while Lotus lifted up his leg. There, Lotus’ hoof traveled down to the back of his leg, gently caressing his thigh just a little bit, her hoof just a couple of centimeters from brushing his backside. She pressed her hoof into his leg, and rocked side to side, pressing her hoof into bits of him, slowly.
“Mn~” Spike muttered. He shut his eyes and leaned back to enjoy the sensation. Meanwhile, Aloe’s hooves held either side of Spike’s hand. She held the palm with one hand, it acting as a support to keep it up, while she brought her other hoof down on the back of it, pressing gently into the middle of it. There, she too rocked her hoof, this one in a circular motion, to rub into his knuckles and hand joint. “Ah, yeah~” After repeating that motion, Aloe flipped his hand over and pressed into the palm of his hand, repeating the motion to get at his finger joints. And as she did, his fingers clenched around her hoof.
Eventually, Aloe would proceed to stroke the length of his fingers, while Lotus would adjust herself. She’d lean his leg over her shoulder and would now cup the point of massage with both hooves, before rubbing up his thigh and curling around to squeeze into the fatty parts. Spike was starting to blush now, and deeply enjoyed how her hooves carefully caressed his leg, getting wetter and wetter with that special oil. It really helped their hooves dig in. Whereas the previous ponies required a bit of force to squeeze past his armor-like scales, that oil made it as if the casual hoof touch was squeezing underneath a layer of scales to mold into his muscles directly. She’d repeat this motion, before coming up to his knee, where he’d lay his leg flat and rub circles into it.
Spike sighed dreamily as she tended to his knee, and while Aloe would lean forwards and begin stroking between his hand and elbow. She had his arm laid flat against the table, hand facing the ceiling, and she set both hooves down on his wrist. And then, she’d squeeze down, before pressing forwards and all over his fatty arm. Spike moaned as his flesh molded around her rubbing hooves, and clenched his toes. As he moaned, Twilight’s former look of caution began to melt.
She felt color rise to her cheeks for some reason, she felt her heart thump against her chest, and she got all antsy as Spike’s pleasured moans began to flee his mouth. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but for some reason, she felt all funny as the dragon moaned out his joy. It was strange: it felt less like she was watching a massage and more watching a pair of ponies making out. She felt the same kind of embarrassment, with a twinge of excitement. She could even feel shakes begin to course through her body, from her fidgeting fore hooves to her shimmying rump. She felt a sense of guilt watching this scene, but felt too… enthralled(?) to look away.
The two had repeated their motions a few time to really squeeze out whatever tension was within, before they maneuvered around to do the same to the other arm/leg. After a bit of that, Aloe held both of Spike’s underarms, before lifting them overhead and keeping his hands up at the head of the bed. Lotus, meanwhile, had his legs moved down such that his feet were pointed towards the foot of the bed. Aloe leaned in and placed either hoof on his bicep area, while Lotus leaned down to get a head-on view of his feet.
“Do hold still, please,” Aloe said. “This may tickle.”
“Same here,” Lotus said. “Get ready~!” Spike glanced towards either pony, Aloe’s hooves near his armpits and Lotus’ hooves on either foot. Then, they moved. Spike let out a spasm as Aloe brushed his pits while she stroked up towards his elbows, while Lotus dug circles into the balls of Spike’s feet. Spike let out slight struggles, from shaking his hips to a slight squirm of his arms and legs. However, Aloe would climb up on the bed to sit down on his hands to keep him from moving too much. To the dragon’s misfortune, this meant having two handfuls of her cushy rear.
Spike blushed deeper as he was suddenly aware of what was filling his hands, which prompted him to squirm more, not helped by the continued tickling of Aloe’s massage motion. Lotus, meanwhile, was expanding the range of her rubbing, going just beneath his toe joints, and just above his heels. And all the while, she could see his toes flex, especially with specific motions near the heels. The two spa ponies couldn’t help but smile as they kept on rubbing.
They themselves felt their hearts thumping, which was weird considering their position. They were supposed to be strictly professional, and not take any interest in clients aside from their personal enjoyment and the bits they can extract from them. But there was something weird about Spike… When he made his cute noises, he seemed to touch their hearts directly. He tickled their bones, evident by their shaking on top of them. Deep, deep in their souls, they wanted to do have their hooves all over him, to whisk him away to their personal quarters and do… they weren’t even sure what. All they knew is, they personally wanted him, and for reasons not entirely professional. They may’ve been violating work ethic by having these feelings, but they did everything in their power to make sure nothing happened that wouldn’t happen in a proper massage. Besides, it’s not exactly like they’re on work hours right now~
They kept on keeping on, Aloe having rubbed under Spike’s arms, bringing forth more cute, tickle-induced jolts. Eventually, her hooves began curving around his underarms to rub at the sides of his biceps. Meanwhile, Lotus had adjusted her hooves to press into Spike’s heels, where she made a grinding motion with them, which really got the boy squirming. His eyes widened and he squirmed around, rocking his hips in a circular fashion while she ground away. Spike was panting and panting, and Aloe could swear she could see a bit of drool drip from his lips.
“A-Ahn~” he moaned out as the two ponies rubbed down on him. Spike’s poor feet were enjoying all the attention they were receiving, and his biceps… he spent a lot of time lifting, so his arm muscles were nice and tight as a result. Now, they were slowly mellowing and melting under Aloe’s skillful hooves. Meanwhile, that spa pony could feel his fingers squeeze either cheek in elation, which got her shaking. She wriggled side to side on his hands, which only got Spike more blushy as he was forced to feel her rub into him.
Meanwhile, Lotus was hoisting both feet up, where she had them set next to each other. With them properly lined up, she planted her foreleg against them, pressing in tightly. Then, as if she were rolling dough, she rubbed up and down, from his heels to his toes, which got him moaning more and more, his legs shaking about in her grip. His lips were quivering and he struggled about like some caught prey, except instead of terror or peril, his form was filled with pleasure as the pair tended to his respective limbs. And all the while, Twilight felt the need to bite her lip while her legs shook about. She personally hoped that nopony was watching her at this moment, who knows what they might think?
Eventually, Aloe scooted forwards such that she was sitting on top of his forearms, at which she gently propped his head up and against her hind legs. With him propped up, she brought her hooves up on either side of his scalp, starting on either side of his fin. She’d start by squeezing towards the center, before making a smoothing motion outwards. She’d repeat the motion, pinch in, smooth out, pinch in, smooth out. It started with rubbing relatively the same spot, before adjusting the angle with which she smoothed out. As she did, Spike sighed and seemed to rub into those hooves.
“Mmm~ Yeah~” he cooed as his cranium was rubbed. Eventually, he found his tongue lulling past his lips as she did so, eventually maneuvering her hooves around to rub into his temples. “Oh yeah, just like that~” The two spa ponies couldn’t help but giggle at his bliss. Meanwhile, Lotus had moved on from his feet, and got up to sit on his ankles, where she’d cup his belly and rub her hooves along his curves and up to his chest. Spike was positively soaking with oil by now, and loving it. Head to toe, their loving hooves was squeezing him in all the right ways, sometime giving a curt press on a particular pressure point to cause him to jolt.
However, soon they’d be finished with his front, before standing up and moving away from him, leaving behind a panting, limp, blushing mess on that table. For a moment, it was hard to tell where the purple stopped on his face and where the red started.
“O-oh Celestia~” he moaned while panting. As he lied there, Twilight would feel herself approach and look over his form. Seeing him so overwhelmed with pleasure, to the point where he couldn’t lift a finger… Twilight was sure she was matching Spike’s shade in the face. And Spike’s continued moans and pants only made her heart beat faster and faster. Meanwhile, Aloe and Lotus would similarly be blushing. At this moment, the ponies would realize they had that in common, and where now merely worried about drawing attention to that towards either of them. Instead, the three of them nervously glanced from pony to pony, while also occasionally glancing at Spike, still panting, still glistening from the fluid all over him.
“…S-so is ok, right?” Aloe stated.
“Yeah, totally safe for us to do,” Lotus said.
“Y-yeah, totally safe and innocent,” Twilight said. She felt the need to rub a bit of drool from her lips as she looked down at the resting Spike. Again, there was a pregnant pause. “…Do you think you can do more?”
“Certainly!” both sisters perked up, smiling widely at Twilight. However, they’d then draw back, realizing that they might’ve answered a bit too enthusiastically.
“If is what you want,” Aloe said.
“Yeah, only with your permission.” Seemed like the burden of continuing this totally innocent, free of ulterior motives, activity.
“I-I mean, he has been pretty busy…” Twilight started.
“Ya?” the spa ponies said, as if pleading her to go on.
“And, we’ve already gotten the front of him squared away.”
“Ya?”
“I-I mean… It’d only make sense to-.” However, before she could finish, the two spa ponies suddenly dashed back upon the table, the wind from their movement whipping her mane and tail. There, the two were on top of the table, before they got to one side of Spike, and then enthusiastically rolled him into his belly, his backside pointed up at the ceiling. After that, Aloe would get towards the head and adjust his head such that he laid on his chin. He looked up at her, as if bringing himself back from the blurry grip of bliss. He blinked a few times to try and comprehend the image before her of the pink coated, blue maned pony looking down at him lovingly.
Spike’s eyes were wide at the sight before him, when she gently set him back down. Once he was, she reached around to the back of his neck, where she’d gently caress and rub it. She’d start right on the spinal cord, before curving around to the sides of his neck. Spike sighed and went limp as she did so. Meanwhile, Lotus, having already done his legs while he was face up, would be left with the first thing past them, his rear. She was blushing brightly and took a few moments to merely look over it while her hooves rested on Spike’s thighs.
She took a deep breath, before exhaling as she tried to get herself ready for this. This was just business… She bit her lip as she gently held Spike’s tail, before hoisting it upright. The young dragon muttered in confusion as she did so, before he gasped out upon feeling one of those oily hooves on one buttock. He wriggled a little, prompting Aloe to lean down on top of her head to hold it tightly. Meanwhile, the drooling blue pony was caressing the other buttock with her other hoof. She’d started at the middle of the cheek, at which she dug in that circular fashion yet again. After initially merely grinding into it, she’d eventually begin expanding the range of her rubbing, having gone from the center to slowly gliding around towards the edge of his cheeks.
“N-nm~” Spike moaned. Lotus must’ve been bright red in the face by now, and she could feel her hind legs quiver. She was going clockwise with the left cheek, and counter clockwise with the right. And all the while, Spike blushed as the spa pony rubbed him. He felt all tingly, and could swear he’d feel that feeling he got when Ember rubbed him down. He felt like clenching his legs protectively, but Lotus was between them, making it harder for him to. After a bit, Lotus’ hooves would arrive at the base of his tail. Meanwhile, Aloe was moving down to his shoulder blades, where she’d press down gently.
As she got into position, she’d climb up, her backside on the back of Spike’s head. The young dragon huffed and puffed as the mare squashed him into the massage table, at her mercy as the pony pressed down in the middle of his shoulder blades, before brushing out to the edges of his form. She’d repeat this motion, from brushing outwards, to squeezing in towards his spine.
“We’re running out of Spike,” Lotus said as she stroked his tail.
“I s-suppose that all things must end,” Aloe remarked as she kept rubbing. The two glanced over at Twilight, who was blushing furiously. She’d clearly felt funny throughout all of that, and they could only imagine how fast her heart was beating when Spike’s glutes were massaged. Soon, she realized that she was being looked at, and defensively covered her face. “T-Twilight?” Aloe asked. “Spike’s session will be over soon.”
“Y-yeah, I realize,” Twilight muttered. “I-I understand. Just make sure it feels really good.” She glanced at Spike as the two were almost finished rubbing him, and she could feel the gears turning in her head. “You should squeeze that pleasure out of him. R-Really squeeze it~” With that, the two ponies’ faces lit up in excitement. They then began to lay down while maneuvering Spike around, getting him on his side while the two of them carefully laid on either side of him, Lotus in front of him and Aloe behind him. The two began to wrap their fore legs under his arms and around the other pony’s back, Spike looking around curiously.
The two had their hooves in place, and snug a little, though not too much. Spike felt slight pressure on either side of him, though not too crushing. Still, he felt the urge to wriggle a little in discomfort.
“On 3. 1…” Aloe started.
“2…” Lotus continued. Spike could feel their hooves clench up around him, and could feel either belly threaten to squeeze tightly.
“3!” they both chimed. And then, the hugged the other tightly and trapped Spike in a furry vice from either side, Spike grunting and groaning as their forms squeezed his form. They could feel him wriggling around, struggling against their grasp. They couldn’t help but giggle at it, finding it cute. They squeezed tighter and tighter, and moved their bodies carefully to squeeze him from whatever angle. Spike felt himself enduring a full body massage, and he kept on moaning. He wriggled around in place as hisfront and back were squeezed into submission. He could hear his body pop in response to their squeezing.
He wriggled more and more, and gave slight squeaking noises due to his oil-covered body. His tongue was lulled out by now, and his adorable face of elation on display for both of the spa ponies, who couldn’t help but coo and blush as he panted and moaned. Twilight, meanwhile, was positively shaking at the sight before her. She never expected to see herself looking down upon a scene like this. If she were in any other state of mind, odds are she’d be smacking herself for how silly she’s acting.
After a bit more squeezing, the two’s eyes widened as they looked down at him. His pleasure seemed to give away as his consciousness faded. Spike’s tongue was still out, drool dripped down his chin, but his eyes were shut tight. He was distinctly snoring. The two ponies smiled, before pulling away from each other, leaning just right to let his slippery body glide off of their body and onto the bed. With him down, Twilight approached on shaky hooves.
“H-How is he?” she asked.
“Classic case,” Aloe said. “We made him too relaxed. Now he’s sleepy.” The three merely looked over his sleeping form. It was a long time of thinking among the three.
“I should probably get him home,” Twilight said.
“Yeah,” the two spa ponies affirmed slightly too quickly.
“Yeah, I’ll just,” Lotus said as she went to scoop him up. However, her attempts at lifting him up off of the table only led to his slippery form gliding down her fore legs. Aloe also attempted to lift him, but he once again glided down.
“Hang on, I have idea,” Aloe said. She stood beside the side of the table, at which Lotus pushed him over onto her back. He once more began slipping, at which Aloe wobbled around to try and keep him in place, rocking her hips side to side and back and forth to try and hopefully balance him on her back. However, he’d soon get encompassed by a purple light.
“Sorry, I’ll just…” Twilight said as she brought Spike to her side. “Seriously, thank you both for… Well, you know…”
“Oh, no worries!” Aloe said. “Though, I fear we may wish to request one more thing…”
“I feel it’s in our best interest that what happened stays between us,” Lotus said.
“Yeah, I think we can all benefit from that,” Twilight affirmed.
After that, Twilight would be heading back to her home. On her way back, she glanced towards Spike as he rested on her back. He’d sometimes slide off on account of the gel all over him, but she’d use her magic to keep him up. She sighed. She was glad those two ponies were able to help him relax, but for him to be so noisy… She supposed they didn’t do anything wrong, but she felt kinda dirty having been in that room. She couldn’t believe she was feeling this way, she had no reason to. It was just a massage, just a simple, clean, wholesome, purely for his benefit massage.
And yet… Every moan he made, every wince, every gentle movement… She felt a nervous shudder run through her body as she thought back to all of those noises. Her heart beat harder, and she felt the need to wipe her lip, in case of any drool. She felt glad that she was away from it. She should, right? It made her feel so… weird… And yet, she couldn’t help but remark how empty the area around her felt without those noises. Of course it should be, on account of the lack of ponies out this late. But no, there was a very special kind of empty .
She kept walking home, before eventually making it to her front door. She opened it up, and stepped through, walking through the empty, empty halls, occasionally adjusting Spike to make sure he didn’t fall. Eventually, she made it to his room, where she’d lift him off her back with some magic, and set him upon it. She stood there a while, and thought about how she should probably go to her own bed now… She should probably go to her own bed now… She should probably…
She wasn’t exactly glued in place, no. No, she was just watching over him, feeling a slight sense of longing. She couldn’t explain it, was it really so empty here? She shook her head and huffed.
“Ngh, what am I doing?” she admonished herself. Despite that, she still found herself staring, and staring, and staring. Cautiously, she reached her forelegs out to cradle his leg. “Ok, how did they do it…?” One leg was behind his knee, so she brought the other up, and sandwich his lower leg between the two legs, squeezing just under his knee.
“N-nghm~” Spike muttered, wiggling on his bed a little. And like that, Twilight’s blush returned. There was that moan, and with it came the funny feelings. She immediately withdrew her hooves and let his sleeping body lie. She nervously paced in place as if that would shake the strange feeling out of her body. For a while, she didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath! She quickly galloped out of the room, where she’d close the door behind her, and finally release that held breath, before she panted in. As she panted, she glanced back towards the room she’d just walked out of.
Twilight took a deep breath, before exhaling. She took notice of her pumping heart, and held a chest to it.
“Geez, where did that come from?” she asked. She then sighed and set her hoof down. It felt sorta like the opposite of that emptiness earlier. Was she… longing for those sounds? She sighed. “Hm… Sh… should I? …I-I mean, it’s totally harmless… Then again, he kind of just had one…” Eventually, with a shake of her head, she left the room and instead headed towards her own bedroom. “I-I’ll just… deal with that when he’s feeling stressed…” she decided as she left.
For the next few days, Twilight would begin to put Spike through the wringer, so to say. She packed chore after chore after chore after chore on his shoulders, forcing him to go all over Ponyville and work his poor legs. Deep down she hated doing this, but she needed this, she decided. As he went about his business, she could feel that emptiness return. She needed this fast. So, she let him keep on keeping on, up to the point where he’d see him sweating, his legs wriggling beneath him in struggle. Eventually, he walked up to her, huffing and puffing.
“Twilight… A-are you sure you need me to do all of this today?” he’d ask.
“Give me a moment,” she’d say. She’d lean in and gently press her hoof against his back, feeling for tension. Though some’d build, she’d need the right amount. “It’s very important, Spike,” Twilight assured afterwards. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got business of my own to deal with, I really need you to do all of this.” That was approximately how conversations would go. At least until evening. At this moment, Twilight was sure he’d be right where she’d need him to be.
“O-ok, I think I did everything,” Spike’d wheeze out between breaths. Twilight looked over his panting, sweaty form. Even looking at him, one’d see stress squeeze his whole being. She was sure of it, even without touching him to test.
“Yes you did, Spike!” she’d say. “Now, come with me. I need to reward you real quick.”
“Oh, I’d like an award,” Spike’d wheeze out.
“Of course! Now, come and follow me,” Twilight said. She then began to head deeper into the castle, and towards her room, Spike following after her. They’d keep on walking and walking, though Twilight would try to hide an oncoming blush. She was already anticipating what her session was going to be like. She’d managed to watch those two put the squeeze on him, so to speak. She thought about how her magic could function like a hand, maybe she could squeeze him more effectively? Well, at least she has the chance to test that theory.
Soon, they each arrived in Twilight’s room, Spike feeling a little confused.
“Hm? What reward could be in here?” Spike asked. The door was then closed behind the purple pair, Spike looking back, just in time to see the door lock. Spike’s confusion got worse when Twilight’s magic plucked him from the ground, before tossing him onto the bed with a “pomf”, Twilight following after him and climbing onto her bed, her looming over him. “Wah! What are we doing on the bed, Twilight?” Twilight, meanwhile, had her hooves on his chest, gently pressing down on him.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get rid of all of that tension,” Twilight assured. “You got all stressed out working for me, right? Well, I’ll work out all those kinks.”
“A-are you sure, Twilight? Wh-what about the professionals?” Spike asked.
“Don’t worry about them,” Twilight said assuringly. “You should know I take care to remember each and every detail~” She’d begun rubbing circles into his tight chest. And almost immediately, he let out a shuddering moan. And Twilight was already blushing. She thought it’d be simple first, she’d sit on his thighs and rub in circles, starting high up on his trunk before traveling down to his belly, keeping up the motion. Then, she went from the circular motion to simply tracing the outline of his gut, starting down at the waistline and having either hoof curl around up to his chest, netting a sigh from Spike. Gentle, tickling tingles coursed through Spike as she rubbed right upon his belly.
After a bit of that, she sat back and picked up one of his legs, propping them up such that she was looking upon his little foot. With it in position, she conjured her magic, and wrapped it up in it. Spike looked up at her confused upon hearing the twinkly noise of the magic. And then, the magic seemed to tighten slightly around him.
“O-ooogh-woah!” Spike moaned. His foot shivered and clenched up as Twilight’s magic squeezed deep into his crevices, managing to rub the scarcely-treaded space between his toes. It may not’ve been like feeling some comparatively larger hooves on him, but the smaller surface area of the massaging implement seemed to pelt his tiny body with a special level of elation. Instead of squeezing each spot equally, her magic seemed to target specific spots, from his toe joints to his heel to his sole, her magic squeezed him very specially. It wasn’t long before Twilight picked up his other leg, and wrapped up his other foot, both now enveloped in purple magic.
Twilight, meanwhile, was elated. Her heart was pumping and pumping and she herself was soaring, and it was all thanks to the music Spike moaned out. Her magic squeezed and pushed and rubbed, before traveling to his calves, where she’d similarly squeeze them, the magic wrapping around his ankles and legs like a band.
“Nm~ Twilight~” Spike moaned. He shivered and squirmed around, his noises of response only adding to Twilight’s enjoyment. Her face was flush with red as she kept on rubbing and rubbing, soon able to make it to his knees, where she’d squeeze the joint and softly rub circles into his caps. Spike cooed and wriggled his legs a little, his eyes fluttering. Soon, Spike’s various movements grew too… satiating for Twilight. She couldn’t just watch~
While her magic was giving him the work, she gently crawled towards his side, where she’d lay down on her side and wrap her hooves around his torso, pulling his side against her underbelly. She held him tight, and shut her eyes to fully enjoy his soft wriggling as she kept massaging his knees. Eventually, they’d go up to his thighs, squeezing just right upon the sensitive parts, and she could see Spike blush as that caressing magic got closer and closer to his joints. Twilight herself couldn’t help but moan softly as she felt Spike wriggle against her.
Soon, the magic was on his joints, and Spike moaned once more as the magic dug into his muscles, getting him to kick about. Her magic seemed to squeeze just right to make him kick, which only seemed to make Twilight’s heart beat faster. Twilight felt herself hug him tighter as he writhed about. She could feel him heat up, which was awfully strange, wasn’t it? This was just an innocent massage meant to reward him for his effort. Now why was he starting to get hot and bothered, even resorting to clench his thighs in defense? Then again, Twilight herself couldn’t help but feel similar.
Except, instead of the her getting all defensive and wanting to shrink away, like she can feel him squirming trying to squirm out of her grip, she felt like a predator on the prowl, this boy a little victim for her to swallow up. She shouldn’t feel this enthralled, but she was. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to indulge herself in him. She’d rubbed his abdomen for a while, so she decided to dissipate her magic after breaching the line between waist and legs. However, faster than Spike could sigh in disappointment, she’d crawled across the bed, laying Spike’s head on her lap and resting her hooves on top of his scalp.
She rubbed circles on either half of his scalp, the small dragon sighing happily. His eyes shut tight as the purple pony tended to him. At the moment, he didn’t even care that he could feel her thighs on either side of his head, he just felt nice and cozy in her grope. And as she did, her magic twinkled again, and he could feel the glow gently grip his earfins.
“O-oh~!” Spike moaned, his body shuddering as the magic rubbed him down. From base to tip, then back to base, it was like soft fingers rubbed circles into his fin. There were few muscles in it, but the simple touch felt very soothing. Twilight, meanwhile, was still rubbing his scalp, before reaching around behind his fins and rubbing, then pulling up to gently grasp his cheeks, which she squished around. Twilight could still feel herself blushing as she tended to his head. She sighed and found herself leaning over him as she kept on rubbing and rubbing.
After that, she used her magic to flip Spike over, him now face down. Thank goodness he’d chosen to shut his eyes, else he might see… Either way, Twilight decided to bring her legs beneath her to cross them defensively, hoping to shield herself. With him down, she’d rub the back of his head, smiling contently. She’d rub the back of his head and curl around to rub his sides. Meanwhile, her magic would ignite, and with him like this, she decided to be a little more daring.
She conjured her magic again. She could start anywhere pleasant, anywhere normal, any plain spot to rub. But instead, her pumping heart told her she needed to target… there. Her magic extended forth, before wrapping just under Spike’s buttocks. Spike gasped as he felt the magic begin to squeeze around, the magic seeming to squeeze and stroke the surface, sides, and between his cheeks. He wriggled around and shook, and Twilight could feel his blush burning into her legs. She released a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding as her magic stroked and squeezed and rubbed.
Eventually, she decided she’d messed with his rump enough. Soon, her magic retreated and instead held the base of his tail, squeezing it. Spike sighed and nuzzled into place, still resting on Twilight’s hindlegs. Her magic stroked his tail, from the base to the tip, a motion nopony tried before. Spike moaned as his previously untouched tail was worked. Twilight smiled and brought her hooves down towards his mid back, leaning over him as she rubbed just under his shoulder blades. The combination helped soothe the dragon, who’d practically swooned at the feeling of both sensations, her magic squeezing his tail and her hooves bearing down on his back.
She simply made circles into his back, her magic soon releasing his tail in order to come up and weave between his spikes as it traveled up his back. And at that, he heard the small dragon gasp out in sheer bliss. He was so happy in her grasp, so happy. Twilight was managing to get all nose nasty little bits that ponies before now were unable to touch. And judging by the tension between his spikes, he really, really needed somepony to touch there. Twilight couldn’t help but feel a little special, having gotten herself right where nopony else had been. Surely she holds a special place in his heart now…
Twilight shook her head a little.
Where did that come from?! she pondered to herself. This was just a massage! Why was she getting all giddy about what Spike must be feeling? It was just a massage… just a massage… and she just happened to stumble across a spot that Spike really needed tended to now. And she was more than happy to tend to that poor sport with great vigor. Her magic kept on traveling up the dragon’s spine, fitting between each spike to rub at the stress-filled spot each protrusion hid.
Twilight hummed merrily as she rubbed and rubbed, herself leaning forwards more and more, bringing more of her body looming above Spike as she worked out as many kinks as she could, her magic going in a direction opposite her hooves, her magic targeting harder to reach spots while her hooves grasped at anything else. From his shoulders to his midback, eventually down to his hips she went, her magic soon making it around his neck. There, it’d soothingly squeeze at it, squeezing towards the back before going towards the front as gently as a breath.
Spike gave a little shake as he felt his neck almost tickled. Twilight couldn’t help but giggle a little at his movements. She smiled warmly as she finally got back to his thighs, where she’d squeeze down on them, pressing them into the mattress. For a while, she’d almost though Spike’d fallen asleep… when she heard a crunch.
Immediately Twilight’s eyes opened up and she leapt off of Spike, looking over him.
“O-oh no no,” Twilight muttered to herself. “T-tell how bad it hurts, Spike!” she ordered, concern dripped from her voice. Then she heard another crunch, this one occurring while she staid away from him. Spike began to lift himself up, certainly not appearing to be in pain.
“What do you mean, Twilight?” he asked. The purple pony was confused, before she heard another crunch. She turned towards the source, the bedroom door. She opened it up and peered outside… spying a very guilty looking Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, who was holding a bag of popcorn. The two of them were pressed awfully close to the wall, ear first. Rarity felt guilt wash over her as she saw Twilight glaring at the two of them, to the point where she was beginning to pour with sweat. She then snapped her gaze towards Pinkie, as if trying to make the party-loving pony out to be the guilty party.
Pinkie shrugged, and munched down on another kernel.
“Are we at the intermission now?” she asked. Twilight sighed and planted one of her fore-hooves into her face.
“This is weird!”
After that day, massages would be a little less frequent, at least while Twilight had a say in it. And she does have a say an awful lot of the time.
Author's Note
Commissioned by viken666
Mina and Bulk Biceps
It’s been a long time since the climatic battle. Wicked foes had drenched Equestria in chaos as they spread their evil all throughout, bullying the land and its inhabitants in an attempt to assume total control. However, the many species were able to unite and wear them down, before sealing them away in stone forever. And with them out of commission, the lands were able to prosper as Twilight would soon take the throne the two sisters held. And thanks to that, and all of the efforts of her and her friends, Equestria as a whole was able to be changed into a more harmonious realm, where creatures of all walks of life were able to interact with each other.
And, as a result, various businesses were able to expand. Some non-pony businesses integrated into pony culture, and vice versa. Among them is Aloe and Lotus’ Spa, a means of tending to ponies that just needed to be pampered. They decided to branch out into the Dragon Lands, setting up a shop and advertising to the dragons therein. And, with it set up, they were able to attract quite the roster. Many were unsure at first, but soon word of mouth began spreading, and the dragons slowly but surely fed into the place more and more and more.
Dragons were usually rugged and hardy, but these ponies somehow managed to work through that exterior to tend to their poor exteriors. One such dragon was heading there now. She had peach colored scales, an ivory underbelly and horns, and some flowery-pink hair on her head, it seeming to cover half of it. This was Mina, ordinarily a resident in Fillydelphia. She’s been a bit of a fish out of water, though has been able to cope via comics and like-minded fans. However, upon hearing of, of all things, a spa opening in the Dragon Lands, she decided she’d have to check it out.
She took a train there, and would feel somewhat antsy, being kind of on her own here. She’d bury her nose into some comics and keep to herself, hoping that whatever adventures she got her claws on would be able to preoccupy her. Either way, the trip to felt like it’d take a little while. Eventually, however, her ride came to a stop, the wheels whining as they came to a stop. The doors opened, the passengers began to leave, and Mina would follow suit, still keeping to herself.
She took the trek through the rugged landscape, taking the necessarily trails, before spying the colorful building. Vanilla walls, blue roofs, heart-decorated door, the building seemed a bit too… non-dragon. Then again, Mina’s a sort of non-dragon kind of dragon. She made sure her stuff was nice and in place, and she proceeded forwards, opening up the doors. He stepped into the lobby, seeming to’ve arrived at a very lucky time. There were very few dragons in the lobby, save for a pair of bully-looking ones, the kinds that might ask for your lunch money or something.
“Hey there,” Mina greeted. At that, the two big dragons turned to her curiously. “I guess you two are here for the massages too?” The two dragons glanced towards each other, before snickering and suddenly bursting out into laughter.
“Nah, buddy!” one of them said.
“Yeah, come here for a massage? We’re dragons! We can take a little muscle strain!”
“Yeah! Massages are just a pony thing!” After speaking, a blue pony with a pink mane stepped out from the depths of the spa.
“Hello? Your full treatments are ready~” she cooed. At that, the two dragons’ boisterous attitude suddenly came to a halt. They brought their wings up to cover their cheeks before darting after the spa pony, who was startled at the speed that the two of them were moving. They entered, and the blue pony would turn her attention towards the new patron. “Oh hi! Haven’t seen you before! I am Lotus Blossom, and my sister is currently busy with a pair of dragons, but I have a massager prepared. You were here for a massage, correct?”
“Uh…” Mina muttered. She glanced around curiously, as if trying to ascertain whether or not she was trespassing or getting on somepony’s bad side. “Y-yeah, I was kind of curious about the massage. If it’s no trouble, I’d like to try one out.” The pony nodded enthusiastically.
“Very well~!” Lotus declared, before swiveling her head towards the back. “Oh Bi~ceps~!” Mina stood in place for a bit, before she heard some loud stomps from deeper in the spa. Curious, she got closer to the counter before peeking over. And upon seeing, her eyes went wide with shock and awe. Ahead stood a monstrously large stallion, boasting clean white fur, it contrasted against his thick muscles, a throbbing vein visible in his forelegs. He also bore a dumbbell cutie mark on his thick, muscular rump. He had a scraggily tail, an earing, and what looked like a buzzcut mane. Ponies would know this monster of a creature as Bulk Biceps, or Snowflake.
Mina gulped nervously and backed away, suddenly fearing for her life at the thought of her muscles being at the mercy of this monster, only for Lotus to turn and face her.
“The big guy’s very popular over in these parts!” Lotus declared. “Few dragons are small and vulnerable enough for a straight massage, so Aloe and I would usually need a special method to massage one of them. But Bulk Biceps has more than enough muscle for a dragon’s scales! He’ll take good care of you, won’t you, Snowflake?”
“YEEEAH!” Bulk Biceps bellowed enthusiastically. Mina, however, was no-less intimidated. Lotus, meanwhile, would hold her claw, before carefully bringing her into the spa, Bulk Biceps continuing forwards, walking alongside her. And there, she could practically feel the ground shake with each step of his mighty hooves. Mina was worried with each step, soon leading her to a massage table.
She climbed up onto it, and laid down. Bulk Biceps, meanwhile, loomed over her, her shadow eclipsing her. Mina was worried and wriggled in place, though Bulk Biceps brought his hooves up. She started by reaching down, his hooves on either side, before squeezing in tight, intent on pinching.
“A-ah!” Mina gasped, shaking about as the mighty hooves bore down on her. “Snowflake!” But the large Pegasus kept pushing and pushing, squeezing that muscle tight. Mina began kicking around and wriggling, only for Bulk to lean down to shove one foreleg on her to keep her in place. Still, she kicked and kicked and kicked, squealing. However, after enough of that hold, she’d notice something. The particular spot he’d snatched up… he stopped the flow to it for a little, instead letting it wither and go limp, the knot seeming to undo itself. “O-oh… oh~…”
She sighed as she felt that bit undo itself. The giant pegasus then leaned to check her out, gauging her reaction.
“Oh wow, that does feel nice after the pinch,” Mina said. She then looked up at him. “Oh, you really do know your stuff, don’t you? Better than to just hurt me badly, right?”
“Yeah,” the pony replied in an enthusiastic, yet more subdued, tone. Mina lied in place to really take in that less knotted muscle, before smiling.
“Please do keep at it,” she said. “I’ll try to be more calm this time.”
“Yeah,” Bulk Biceps responded in the same tone. He then leaned back up, before bringing his hooves down to pinch at another part of the back. A similar, painful feeling struck Mina, though she kept in mind the calmness that’d follow shortly after. And sure enough, she’d be struck with that same calmness, Bulk Biceps releasing his grip once the muscle was strangled juuuust right.
“O-oh my~” Mina moaned as that muscle was relieved. Now her back felt somewhat lighter than before. Her eyelids fluttered a little, her panting. And then, while she was reeling from that release, Bulk Biceps came in to squeeze another part of her back. “Oh sweet Luna~!” she shouted. It once again hurt. And yet… maybe her already squeezed muscles were playing tricks on her, but, she was sort of liking it? Maybe she was already anticipating that wave of relief, so intermingled with the pinch was the warmth of tension releasing over her body. Yet her captor was keeping her squeezed firmly, before eventually releasing.
Bulk would repeat this process, going from randomly grasping at her back, to focusing from her shoulders down to her hips. He squeezed the back of her shoulders painfully, until those muscles were gasping for air and released. Then just under there, midback, above her hips. Mina’s eyes rolled in the back of her head at each tight squeeze, her moaning with each pinch. The pain had dulled her mind, to the point where she couldn’t totally register the level as painful. Instead, her body seemed to lie in wait, her back feeling dull whenever his hooves were on, before squealing with anticipation upon each pinch.
Pinch. Strangle. Release. Pinch. Strangle. Release.
The big pony would repeat this process, Mina’s fingers and toes clenching tightly at each squeeze. Eventually, he’d finally made it to the base of her tail, before sighing. He released her, before gently patting her backside and walking away. Mina moaned before climbing up and standing on the floor.
“Oh sweet Luna~” she said dreamily. She got down, before stumbling a little, the whole world seeming to spin around her a little. She was dizzy from all of the stimulation, eventually requiring Bulk Biceps to wrap a foreleg around her to keep her upright. He kept walking her forwards, towards the lobby, where she’d be set in place before the counter. Then, Lotus would come out to greet her.
“Looks like we have another happy customer~” the spa pony cheered.
“YEEEEAH!” Bulk Biceps cheered.
“Y-yeah~” Mina moaned, still feeling light on her feet. She then shook her head. “O-oh man, I have to come back here another time!”
“YEEEEEAH!”
“Oh that’d be just splendid!” Lotus declared, clapping her hooves together. “We would be ever so grateful for your continued patronage!” Mina nodded in affirmation.
“Well, I’ll have to go out then,” Mina said. “Maybe work myself up a little more. I’ll have to see you guys later!”
“YEEEEAH!” Mina nodded, before waving her hand at the two of them.
“Goodbye!” she said, before leaving the spa, intent on reaching that train before too many individuals got on.
The Dragon Land’s spa was in full boom. The many dragons were lining up to have their massages done. Some went as a joke, though were actually surprised by how good it actually felt. Soon, word spread about them, and before long, the many, many dragons were taking regular breaks to attend. And Celestia knows a dragon needs to have their muscles tended to. Eventually, word would spread from the common dragons, all the way to the Lord of Dragons herself, the cyan, slightly curvy dragoness, Ember. She herself had faced much stress and tension boring into her poor body, so she couldn’t help but be a little interested in what this service had to offer.
So, she decided to head over, lined by a couple of burly-looking dragons for protection sake. Not that she particularly needed it, Equestria was in a world-wide state of peace following the defeat of Chrysalis, Tirek, and Cozy Glow. Still, they insisted, though in a way that tried to absolve them of any worry for her and instead make it seem like they were doing them a favor, and totally not begging to be by her side. Either way, Ember was on her way to the suddenly famous spa in the Dragon Lands.
The spa itself was fairly colorful, in contrast to the otherwise derelict landscape around it. It looked just like its Ponyville counterpart, albeit with some larger than normal doorways. Ember and her escorts could see the line of dragons extend past the door, but upon seeing her get near, they began to step away and let her pass. Deeper inside they went, passing the door and approaching the counter, where a bubble gum-pink pony stood with a straight, blue mane and tail stood. She saw the dragoness approach, and of course, you don’t lay in the Dragon Lands long without learning about her.
“Oh my! So nice to meet you, Ember!” the pink pony greeted. “I am Aloe Vera, ready to do whatever you want!” Ember looked over her, and all over the very pastel interior of the spa. Part of her was still trying to adjust to the change of scenery, from these colorful ponies just standing out over here, to this building that stuck out like a sore thumb inside these lands. Still, she had some significantly more important issues to deal with. Namely, her own her time.
“I guess it’s nice to meet you,” Ember said. She then noticed Aloe peering between her and the other dragons.
“Are these guys with you?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m here for myself,” Ember said. She’d then wave off the guards, he walked away to instead sit on the benches in the lounge. Ember then faced Aloe herself. “Anyways, I’ve had a long few weeks, if you can imagine. So, if it’s no trouble, I would appreciate it if you gave me the best you can.”
“The best we can?”
“The best you can. I want a full body massage…” She then peered around, making sure that nopony else was near her, before leaning in close to Aloe. “And maybe some work done on my claws, if I’m really feeling it.” With that, Aloe leaned away before nodding in approval.
“Oh, we’ll get you the very best massage we can!” Aloe assured. She then reared back before turning towards one of the halls. “Oh Buuuuuulk!” And with that, Ember was suddenly aware of the sound of hooves stamping towards the counter. Ember rose a brow in curiosity, and tried to peer past the counter and towards the source. She’d seen quite a bit, but this pony wasn’t quite what she’d expected to see today. Approaching was the largest Pegasus she’d ever seen, boasting soap-white fur and a buzz cut mane, with extraordinarily large legs, the muscles throbbing with each step. Contrasting the absurdly buff physique was a pair of comically small wings upon his back. This appeared to be the esteemed masseuse of the Dragon Land’s spa, Bulk Biceps.
“Oh Bulk, this lady rules the Dragon Lands,” Aloe introduced. “She came here for the best massage her body could ask for. Surely you can accommodate, couldn’t you?”
“YEAH!” Bulk Biceps bellowed out enthusiastically.
“Yeah!” Aloe agreed. She then stood aside. “Now, just follow Bulk Biceps, and he’ll give you the best our spa has to offer!” Ember still felt weirded out, but felt like she couldn’t quite stop himself right now. No, if she were to, just, not follow him, then surely she’d be branded a chicken or something. Besides, it’s not like she didn’t come here for the best treatment. Ember shrugged her shoulders, and then followed the pegasus, who stamped forwards, his hooves smashing the ground beneath with tremendous rings out into the halls, each clip and clop seeming to shake her to the core, which was especially startling, even to her.
Eventually, the two were able to make it to a room deeper into the spa, it being a low-lit room with one of those tell-tale massage tables in the middle of it, it cloaked in a thick, white towel, the foam donut covered in paper sheets to make it so patrons didn’t have to deal with the germs of those past. The room itself was bathed with the soft smell of candles, and she could see some shelves with various crates put in them, surely meant to store all sorts of massage equipment. Bulk Biceps motioned towards the table, stepping aside in order to let the dragoness pass.
Ember followed his lead and walked over to the table, where she’d get into position, lying down on her front and fitting her face into the small opening. With her in place, Bulk Biceps would make sure the door was shut, before walking over to one of the shelves, his mighty hooves pounding the ground with each step. Once there, he’d drag out one of the crates, where Ember could hear him rummaging around for something. Ember wasn’t sure what, if anything, could stand up to her fine layer of scales, but then again, she wasn’t exactly in the profession.
Eventually, the pegasus returned, clasping a device carefully. Ember couldn’t help but wonder what that was, so she brought her face out of the table to get a good look at this. There, he’d find that Bulk Biceps was holding a strange device. It looked like a roller for baking, except segmented into multiple small wheels with blunt spokes at them running along the length of the roller. He approached Ember, before carefully placing her head back into the hole in the table.
“You coulda just asked,” Ember remarked.
“Yeah…” Bulk Biceps said in a somewhat apologetic tone. However, after a bit of a stop, he’d continue around towards her backside, leaning up over the foot of the table. Once there, he set the roller down just above the base of her tail.
“Careful where you put those hooves,” Ember chided.
“Yeah.” Bulk Biceps reared back, before rolling the device forwards and across her back. Ember grunted and shivered as the bumpy wheels rolled over her. She’d expected her scales to no-sell that silly toy, but the bumps somehow managed to dig into her. Bulk Biceps made sure to put his weight down on the sides of it to make sure the device was boring into her as much as possible. He’d start with her lower back, where he’d roll the roller from the upper ridge of her glutes, up to the small of her back. He’d repeat the process, forwards and back, himself holding his breath as he put in his effort as if he himself were going through some workout. Maybe it was his strength that was getting past her draconic scales in tandem with the design of the wheels.
Bulk Biceps, meanwhile, would initially start with running from the base of her tail to the small of her back, but would alter the roller’s route. He ran over the same part repeatedly, before turning the roller to head towards another spot. He’d make sure that when he did that, he’d return to where the roller started. From the base of the tail, he’d roll over to either side, and from the small, he’d roll over down to her hips, getting a slight tickle-induced wiggle from her as he’d brush near her backside. After repeating that motion, he’d pull the roller up, before leaning down near either leg.
Once there, he’d bring the roller into place, making sure he was at the thigh though a couple inches beneath her buttocks, per her request. Once there, he’d roll down the side, from thigh to the outline of her foot. The sides didn’t get much of a reaction, but when he got to the back and rolled down the main meat of her legs, she couldn’t help but tense up, a blush dressing her face as Bulk tended to those things. He didn’t realize how much tension was left in those, she was sure she’d feel more of it in her wing stems. Apparently those things did need some tending to after all.
Soon, he’d make it to the other leg and do similar work to it, rolling on the sides then down the meaty parts. And he could practically feel her shiver as he tended to her. Soon, those were dealt with, and he then pulled the roller away. From there, he’d walk around to her front, standing before where her head was positioned, while carefully examining her back from here. Clearly he was trying to figure out where he’d have to roll, what with her wings being in the way. He placed the roller on the base of her neck, before starting with a curved path around those limbs.
“Nngh…” Ember moaned as he ran over her shoulder. When the tool hit those, she immediately realized how much she needed this. There was definitely some work to be done there, what with it supporting her flapping wings. He’d repeatedly rub this line between her side and her shoulder, before bringing the roller to the other side, and rubbing over that way, getting another soft moan out of the dragon lord. He’d keep up the assault, going from shoulder to side, shoulder to side. Sometimes, he’d roll the roller in place over her neck, which got her to sigh happily.
After a bit of that, he’d stand next to her arm, where he’d hoist it up over one of his forelegs, and begin running the roller over it, opting to aim for those meaty parts again. Ember’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as he did that, really enjoying the feeling of them being tended to. She clenched her hand a little, before relaxing her fingers as he squeezed the tension out of her biceps and forearms. He’d keep on rolling and making sure those were good, before contemplating running them over her hands. These usually weren’t good spots for this device, but her claws seemed bigger than the average client… Though, he decided he should play it safe, just in case.
Figuring he’d done whatever he could’ve with the roller, he’d turn back to the shelf and walk away. Ember sighed and began to climb up to look after him.
“That was certainly something, but not quite the best thing I ever went through,” Ember stated. Bulk put the roller back in place, before facing him and motioning towards the shelf. “Oh, there’s more, is there?”
“Yeah,” Bulk Biceps answered. Ember sighed before setting herself back into the hole in the table.
“Alright, let’s see how good this is,” she said. Bulk Biceps nodded in affirmation, before searching for something else in that shelf. Eventually, he’d uncover it, and after he was finished rummaging, Ember felt like peering out again. She’d see, in the pegasus’ grasp, a small, wooden thing that had what looked like a handle for twisting, and beneath it was a cylinder-like point. “Now what the hay is that?”
Bulk Biceps approached her, the dragoness leaning back down into the hole. Once there, he’d raise the device, before planting it between her wings, where that roller couldn’t reach. She rose a brow curiously upon feeling it plant in place. And then, he began twisting it. It felt like he was driving a fat nail into her back, but instead of skewering, it ground on her. Ember’s eyes widened as pain initially registered. She gave a soft flail and stretched out her limbs, her eyelids fluttering as the somewhat painful stimulation coursed through her.
“Urgh! I-is that supposed to help?” Ember asked.
“Yeah,” Bulk Biceps assured. He kept on twisting and twisting, altering precisely where that device would press down. It hurt a bit and Ember kept grunting and gritting her teeth in response. Despite that, however, she could feel… results. Her muscles seemed to’ve started untensing, loosening under his massaging ways. Now the pain was starting to melt away, causing her to sigh happily, her fingers and toes really limp. He’d sometimes hit a sore-spot, but that was merely a tense bunch of muscle. It seemed her muscles needed some tough loving to get back to where they needed to be, and Bulk Biceps was more than happy to provide.
He’d carefully place that twisting device around her back, aiming around her wing stems to get at wherever he couldn’t reach before. Dragons seemed to have a lot of tension over there, which made sense. He’d be careful not to strike the stems themselves, they were a bit too sensitive for his techniques. Soon, he managed to run circles around those stems, and could feel the difference. Normally, there’d be some sort of resistance behind those muscles because of the tension that they held. However, after he dealt with those poor spots, he could feel the resistance melt away, no seeming more like she was a warm jello instead of tough meat.
With those dealt with, he’d go away from her wings to instead check the rest of her back for anything really worth grinding the tool into. Thankfully, the roller was pretty much only surface level, which left a lot of the underlying muscle untouched. He was able to find more spots that needed skewering into, from above her waist, to the sides of her spine, to the base of her neck, and so on. He’d receive some gasps and grunts from Ember, who’d slowly mellow out after a bit of the grinding. He’d dress all over her back, aiming to buffet out all of her tension.
“Ngh!” Ember would sometimes grunt. “Ooooh~” she’d sometimes moan. She was a bit repetitious with her reactions, but at the very least it was a very audible means for Bulk Biceps to realize what was working and what wasn’t. Soon, he’d press the device into various parts of her back in search of any more spots that need his help. However, after enough work, he’d seem to render it all to a limp form. Plus, something about her moans seemed weirdly therapeutic. It was as if he himself was getting a bit of a massage.
Soon, he felt that he skewered enough tension out with just this thing. There was still a bit more left to this visit, though, but it was good to start with all of this stuff. Now all she’d have to do was sit up. He took up the device, before walking back to the shelves. Ember, meanwhile, was left lying there, in a state of bliss from all of the attention her body got. She carefully craned her head up to get a view of what was next for her. If it was anything like the last few, she knew to be excited. Not that she’d show it or anything…
Eventually, she saw Bulk Biceps pull up an especially strange device. It was a flat sheet, looking kind of like the plate set on top of a weighing machine. However, several somewhat sharp-looking stones lined the face and formed the shape of a pair of draconic feet. It looked sort of like the plate was to be set in place so that her feet would bore into the stones to feel them massage her, somehow. Bulk Biceps walked back over to the massage table, where he set the sheet down at the floor below. He then looked towards Ember, before motioning her to sit up.
Ember said nothing and easily followed directions. She shifted about on the bed, before leaning her feet over the edge and bringing them down on that sheet. She gently treaded the top of it, not putting too much weight on them. Meanwhile, Bulk Biceps leaned in real close to them, while hovering a hoof over one of them. And then, down they went. Ember immediately gasped out as the rocks bore into her feet! She gritted her teeth and wriggled around a little, the sensation beginning to feel torturous. Bulk Biceps, meanwhile, didn’t seem to mind, merely biting his tongue as he carefully ran his hoof around her foot to alter which part was to weigh into the foot more than the other. From the base of her toes, to her sole, and so on.
Ember shuddered about and dug her claws into the massage table, now beginning to sweat profusely as she was forced to endure the stabbing sensation in her feet. But it wasn’t just blind pain going into her. No, this painful sensation ebbed away at her defenses to allow a more sensitive side to eek out, making it feel like the stones were now starting to more rub her than bite her. At that moment, her grunting and shuddering turned into her sighing and melting. She felt gravity pull her backwards and threaten to smack her down upon the table behind her. Again, Bulk Biceps made sure to watch out for her reactions to judge what parts of her feet to weigh down and what parts not to.
He’d keep on wearing her down, driving her soles into those feet. Eventually, with enough poking and prodding, she’d had enough. She sighed and went limp over the bed, panting and panting. Bulk Biceps recognized her state, and would drag the plate away from her, going back to the shelf. With that, she’d turn towards him.
“I feel like you got almost all of me,” she said. “Is there more?” Bulk Biceps turned towards her, and sort of shrugged. “What do you mean?” The Pegasus motioned towards her. “Does it… depend on me?”
“Yeah,” Bulk Biceps answered with a nod of his head. With that, Ember stroked her chin and leaned back, contemplating it. Then, she sighed in expectation of what he’ll do.
“You know what, let’s move on to the next part!” Ember said.
“Yeah!” Bulk said enthusiastically. With that, he took something off of the shelf, with a little too much gusto, ending up tossing it down onto the ground. His small wings fluttered in shock, and he reached down to snap it back up, though not before getting something out of it. He placed a small pumice stone on the ground, as well as a foot file, and a tub. Ember rose a brow at the appearance of those toys while the muscular pony put the box back on the shelf. And then, he’d take up those supplies, fill the tub with warm water, and walk over to the foot of the table, before he motioned for her to put her feet down in the tub.
“Not sure what you expect to do here,” she said. She kicked her feet over and placed them into the warm water. Once in position, Bulk leaned in. He set the foot file aside on a nearby stool, and then brought the pumice stone near her soles while angling them upwards to get a better angle at them. Her mind immediately thought back to her time on that plate Bulk Biceps had set out for her. In a moment, she recoiled in slight anticipation of what this stone could possibly do to her. And then, the mighty Pegasus brought it forwards. He dragged the side of it down from her joints to the heel, which immediately got Ember to snap her eyes wide open. She huffed and puffed and dug her claws into the table beneath her, clenching her eyes shut as the stone dragged torturously thoroughly down her foot!
And then, after that one drag, Bulk brought it up again, and stroked downwards. He’d repeat this stroking, getting more and more groans and mutters from Ember. She shifted her legs around, which made it a little bit harder for Bulk to do his job. He was forced to shove his leg over her ankles to pin them down, leaving just her upper body to shake around as Bulk ground down her soles. The stone felt warm and wet, though seemed intent on digging into any and every crack with its sheer size. Ember’s toes would clench and curl as the pumice stone bore into her.
“Grr! B-Bulk-!” Ember gasped out. She ground her teeth and bucked around. Despite her strength, his leg seemed more than enough to pin her down. Her face was red with effort, and sweat poured down her brow as she wriggled around. If her guards were anywhere nearby, they mighty mistake this session as an attempt on her life, or at the very least some torture session. Then again, Ember herself wasn’t entirely convinced that it wasn’t.
And yet, soon it came to a clam. It seemed as if the pony was testing out how much pressure he needed, for in a few moments, he was now rubbing circles into her sole, and it felt more like a smaller version of a pony hoof working into her foot. At that, she sighed merrily and leaned back.
“Jeez, can’t you be a little gentler about that kind of stuff?” Ember asked.
“Yeah…” Bulk answered in a repentant tone. Despite his clear grievance over his work there, he was working without pause. Now, it seemed like he knew just how much the dragon needed to feel good. He’d rub under her toes and over her heel, and especially rub into her sole. Despite having work done on her foot right before this tool, there was a very clear difference. The sheet she’d stood on was all about quantity over coverage, while this pumice stone was more about covering. It felt nice and warm… nice and warm…
Eventually, he settled on enough of that for the stone. He set it down on the stool, before taking up the file. And with that, he’d hold the new device under her feet, hooking just under her claws. And then, he dragged it downwards, eliciting a shocking screeching noise. Not from Ember, no. The noise that file drew forth sounded akin to a maul smashing through armor, accompanied by the telltale smell of friction. There were even sparks of ember gliding off before dissipating as soon as they were formed. Bulk himself reared away as those sparks flew forwards.
“Uh, are you doing ok?” Ember asked her masseuse.
“Y-yeah,” Bulk answered with uncertainty. He kept on keeping on, the file seeming to snag some dead scales and dump them below. He’d keep on dragging, and as he did, she couldn’t help but feel some relief as those blasted scales were worked out. When a scale wasn’t settled properly, it’d sometimes get caught between others and drive itself under the armor-like sheet and nip the flesh. But it seemed like this file was good enough to drag those things kicking and screaming out of their place, partially literally in this case.
He’d scrape more and more, stopping only when Ember would pull a foot away from him. Eventually, he’d finished up with the second foot, at which Ember sighed.
“Feels like I’ve got a new set of claws,” Ember said. She flexed them a little to prove it to herself, sighing in relief as she felt them breathe. “I cannot thank you enough.” Bulk nodded and saluted to her.
“Yeah!” he declared enthusiastically. Ember then looked over the things, again flexing them. Her mind was thinking through something else. Something more… unorthodox for her.
“You know I pondered some claw-work if I felt it back at the counter, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I think that I could go for that. Think you can work on them?”
“Yeah!” With that, he scampered towards one of the shelves. Not the massage-tool shelf, no, but one beside it. He’d then pull out a few nail files, vials of nail paint, as well as foam rings meant for separating claws, before walking towards the table. He set the devices aside, before taking up the foam separators and setting them in place, them wrapping around her claws while making sure there was enough space between to keep them safe while he’s working on the other ones. Her feet and hands were forced to be stretched out while he’s at work.
He brought up the file, before leaning in, and carefully grinding it along said nails. Again, they screamed out as he ran the file over it, shedding off small scrapes of nail alongside sparks of embers. Bulk Biceps still seemed uncertain as he ground them into place, going from toe to toe to make sure they were nice, thin, and symmetrical. Soon, the nail shavings were left down on the ground, leaving Ember to look over her newly pampered toes. She wiggled them a little to admire them.
“I’m not usually into this sort of thing, but I’ve gotta admire the work here,” she said. As she did, Bulk would turn his attention towards her hands. Like that, she’d have to make sure her arms were extended just far enough to make sure he can grind down on them safely enough. He’d make sure to get between them to again grind on them, getting another grinding noise out of them… until the screaming stopped. Ember and Bulk each rose a brow, at which the pegasus would lift the file towards himself. He spied a small bit of the file’s strip eaten away. “Is everything alright?”
Bulk looked towards her, before looking at the file yet again. He furrowed his brow and huffed in slight annoyance. He then turned away and walked towards a wastebasket in the corner of the room. Ember couldn’t quite see the contents from this angle, but there were more nail files within, though the presence of them were hinted to her by the sound of clanking metal. He then walked back to that shelf from before, before drawing another file from it. He got back in front of Ember, where he’d carefully position the file between her fingers and continue.
“Need stronger files, yeah?” Ember asked. Her pamperer let out a defeated sigh.
“Yeah,” Bulk said in resignation. There was a bit of quiet between the two, save the further screaming from the file.
“I think I could help you out.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, after your service today, I think your company deserves more support.”
“Yeah!”
“Though, do mind, there’s always time to rescind my charity if you mess up the rest of this.”
“Y-yeah…”
“Though, you don’t seem the type to mess up, do you?”
“…”
“No you’re not. I’m looking forwards to the rest of your work.”
“Yeah!” With that, his uncertainty seemed to’ve faded. He wasn’t going in with blind abandon, but he was going in with confidence as he made sure her claws were ground into just the right shape. She wriggled her fingers a little to also admire those claws.
“Very nice, very nice,” she muttered to herself as she looked over them. After a bit of that, she looked towards Bulk, who was motioning towards the vials of nail paint. “Ah, you want to know which one I need, right? Hm… She looked over her claws and her own complexion in deep consideration. “Hm… I’ve seen some ice cream with blue and pink mixed together, and I did like that combination… Let’s try the pink paint.”
“Yeah!” First, he took the foam that separated her digits and flipped them in order to have the foam cover the dividing line between digit and nail. He then took up the pink vial and brought it close. He drew the brush from it, eliciting the pungent smell of the product, which got a cough out of the dragon lord. However, just as quick as it came on, it faded thereafter. Holding the brush, Bulk began to paint her claws. It felt kinda funny, feeling the small brush daintily dress her nails. She held still as much as she could, though this stillness only made her more aware of the feeling of that brush. He was clearly practiced at this, though.
It wasn’t long before her toes had been dressed in pink. He’d made sure to be careful with his strokes so as not to leave glaring stains in the coat, else ruin the paint. But, on a look over those digits, he was satisfied as he looked over freshly pink nails. He nodded in affirmation, before moving up to the hands. There, he’d paint those as well, taking careful strokes over them with near surgical precision. Eventually, those claws were dressed nice enough, prompting Bulk Biceps to step away while Ember loo
“Oh this is nice,” she said, gently flexing her fingers and toes. She nodded in approval, and Bulk himself seemed happy enough.
After a long period of Ember sitting still, eventually the paint settled and she was allowed to step out and into the lounge. There, she approached that pink pony from before, her nodding happily.
“That was just grand,” she said as she handed over some bits. “And, in the future, expect donations here.” At that, Aloe clapped her hands excitedly.
“Oh thank you, miss!” she declared.
“Hey, thank the staff for their amazing work with me today,” Ember said. She looked past her towards the muscular pony, who she gave a knowing nod to. He smiled and nodded back.
“Please don’t be a stranger!” Aloe said. “Feel free to return!”
“I just might,” Ember said, waving her goodbye as she headed towards the exit, which prompted the guards to stand up. As they did, they couldn’t help but look down at those nails curiously. She heard a distinct snicker from them, at which she shot the two of them a wicked glare. They immediately felt like they were thrust under some guillotine and turned away flustered. With that, Ember shrugged, and left that splendid, splendid spa.
Author's Note
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Commission: Gabby
Far, far later, a lot had happened. One of the biggest changes had to be in the form of more friendly relations with the various species of Equestria, from griffons, to sea ponies, to yaks, to even Changelings. Ponies were making friends with more than just ponies. Among these relations was a certain dragon and a certain griffon. Said griffon was a gray-feathered griffon that was a lot more excitable and cheery than most griffons, and has become pen pals with said dragon. This griffon was none other than Gabriella, otherwise known as Gabby or Gabby Gums, a griffon that’s begun hanging out with Spike more and more now that she’s been spending more time in ponyville.
Rarity would come to learn of their friendship, and after seeing how much he’d hung out with Gabby instead of her, she was a little jealous. However, that bit of drama was settled cleanly enough, and the three were able to enjoy spending time together. Which was a good thing, because right now, Gabby was in the process of trying to do something very nice. After all, their monthly anniversary was coming up, and she felt like she’d have to do something nice for him. So, seeing as the pony’d known him a little longer than she did, she decided to approach Rarity about the subject.
One knock later, Rarity would open up the door to the Carousel Boutique.
“Oh Gabrielle!” Rarity greeted. “Oh it’s so nice to see you again!”
“Thanks, Rarity!” Gabby greeted. “I actually came to ask you a bit about Spike. Wanted to whip up a special gift for him.”
“A special gift?” Rarity muttered. “Hm, there don’t appear to be any significant holidays nearby, nor is his birthday near… May I ask what the occasion is?”
“On this day a few months ago, we’d started sending letters to each other!” Gabby answered.
“Oh, an anniversary!” Rarity cooed. “Well, I’ll think for a moment. This is a moment of sincere commitment, but not too serious. Nothing you need to spend exuberant bits on, but still enough to show you deeply care…” Rarity stroked her chin as she thought more and more on the subject, trying to ascertain just what the right course of action would be. “Then again, judging by bits is a far too simple way of assessing gifts, no it has to be something full of compassion and heart, something you know for certain that he should like…”
“Maybe a gem in that case? I know he loves eating those,” Gabby suggested.
“Nice try,” Rarity said. “Unfortunately, a mineral meal is a bit too common to be a special meal for him. No, we need something more rare-“ the fashionista started. At that, an idea seemed to spark in her mind, though that idea seemed to bring with it a bright blush.
“You ok, Rarity?” Gabby asked. Rarity, meanwhile, glanced side to side cautiously, as if anticipating somepony to be there. Her gaze narrowed, and she proceeded to search around her building, behind chairs, behind doors, just outside the front door, her bedroom, and all the while Gabby would follow her in confusion. Eventually, though, Rarity would make sure the griffon was far from any window, far from any door, and isolated in one room with her.
“There was this one thing we used to do a long time ago,” Rarity said. “But, after a while, Twilight decided, rather brashly, that the whole thing was too obscene for any of us to do with that boy.”
“Too obscene?” Gabby repeated. “What did you guys do?”
“First, you didn’t hear this from me,” Rarity started. “Buuut… A while ago, Twilight took Spike to the spa for a massage. I heard him liking it and, well, ‘like’ is an understatement. More of us ponies took him aside to massage him, and he loved it each time. But, Twilight decided that things were getting out of hoof, so we had to stop that for a while.”
“Hm?” Gabby muttered in confusion. “How’d everything get out of hoof?”
“Long, somewhat embarrassing story,” Rarity simply answered, waving off the question. “Anyways, you want him head over heels? A massage is a good way to do it.”
“O-ok, so I pay for a massage for him?” Gabby asked.
“No no, Twilight would find out if we paid the spa ponies,” Rarity figured.
“Then, maybe you could show me how to?”
“No, if she finds out somepony else were to try that with Spike and she traced the technique back to me, I could receive quite the lashing. No, you need to find somepony else to teach you, maybe a book.”
“Yeah, a book sounds good,” Gabby agreed. “Yeah, I could find one, give it a read, and then find Spike!”
“Aaaaand… you’ll do it far from here,” Rarity said. “Remember, Twilight doesn’t want anypony doing that kind of thing with him.”
“Wait, are you suggesting I sneak Spike out and away from Twilight to do things in secret with him?”
“Yes yes, I’m aware of how it sounds,” Rarity assured. “But right now, I assure you, this would be the perfect gift, and you won’t be able to accomplish it if Twilight finds out.”
“I-I guess,” Gabby supposed. “May as well find another library to get that book, right?”
“Oh yes, perfect thinking, Gabrielle,” Rarity cheered. “Now, the day is young. Go out and find Spike the technique that’ll make him melt.” Gabby gave a cheerful salute and nod, before she turned the other way and began to leave the Boutique.
“Thank you, Rarity!” she cheered as she began to fly away. The fashionable pony gave her a wave, before closing the door behind the griffon. With her out, she sighed as her mind was still overwhelmed with thoughts of that day with Spike.
“…Maybe I myself should follow her from a safe distance… to make sure she’s safe, I mean…” Rarity decided.
Elsewhere, Gabby would arrive at a library far from ponyville, this one ran by a fairly old earthpony.
“Hiya!” Gabby greeted. “I’m here to find a book for massaging!”
“Oh, you want some kind of training manual?” the older pony asked. Gabby nodded in affirmation. “Ok, lemme look real quick...” The librarian then took up a large book on the desk, and began scanning through it, muttering to herself and checking over what is and isn’t checked out. “Hm… Sorry, we’re all checked out, aside from one book.” Gabby turned her head curiously.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It’s a book in chiropractics,” the librarian said. “It could be pretty tough for a someone so green.”
“Oh, I-I’ll do it really well!” Gabby assured, practically bouncing in place. “Come on, come on! I gotta try it at least! I’ll look over it all and do whatever it takes to do it right!”
“Alright, alright, hold your horses,” the librarian said, waving her down. “Stay here, I’ll head on out and look for it.” With that, she turned around and headed deeper into the library, straight for the precise section the book had listed. Eventually, she returned with a somewhat large book on her back, her trotting over towards the excited griffon. “Found it. Now, if you’ll please, do return this in a week.” As she spoke, Gabby held the book carefully and looked over it, it titled “Chiropracting for Dummies”, and seeming about as thick as half a phone book.
“Thank you, ma’am!” Gabby greeted. “Oh don’t worry! I’ll only need some of that to get to know all of this. I’ll see you later!” With that, she turned, and began to head out.
“See you later!” the librarian said. “And good luck with your aspirations!” With that, Gabby would step out of the library, spread her wings, and then fly out, where she’d immediately begin reading over it.
“Hm… there’re certainly a lot of talk about angles and force in here…” she remarked to herself.
About a week would pass, where Spike was enjoying some time by himself, where he’d taken up a comic book of the Power Ponies to read and enjoy. Thankfully, he’d already done his chores, so he could indulge himself a little bit. And thank goodness, cause he needed to get back into his stories. However, as he read, he’d hear a knocking on his door.
“Hey, Spike?” Twilight asked. “Ms. Gabby is here to see you.”
“Oh really?” Spike asked. “Wonder what she’s here for.” Spike set the comic book aside, before heading out of the door, and traversing the halls towards the castle’s front door. There, he’d come across his pen pal in the flesh, waving at him excitedly.
“Happy monthly anniversary!” Gabby cheered.
“Anniversary…? O-oh right!” Spike recollected.
“Anniversary? You never told me you were in a relationship,” Twilight remarked.
“No, no, this is the anniversary of when we started writing each other,” Spike clarified.
“Ah,” Twilight said in understanding.
“Anyways, it’s really nice to see you again!” Spike said, leaving the castle and getting near Gabby. She nodded happily.
“And lemme tell you, I’ve got something super, duper fun in store!” Gabby cheered.
“Can’t wait to see!” With that, Gabby would take one of Spike’s claws in her own, before walking off. Twilight meanwhile, would be none the wiser as she’d assume the two of them were just off for an innocent little hang-out. Which they were, rest assured.
“Come back before sundown!” Twilight said while waving the two of them off. She’d then begin to close the door… Before opening it back up. “Hm… I mean, Gabby is far from a threatening individual… Maybe I should follow them from a safe distance…” She stepped out, before closing the door behind her…
The two of them walked far, far away, to the point of heading out of Ponyville’s town borders, where they’d begin heading down the path to the Everfree forest. Spike, however, seemed fine enough with walking. He didn’t find anything suspicious about going down to the forest for anything, especially with Gabby leading him.
“Say, uh, why aren’t we flying?” Spike asked, motioning towards his wings, a new development between the massage fiasco and now.
“Come on, doesn’t a simple walk feel nice right now?” Gabby said. “Us being together, so close, enjoying the calm breeze as opposed to the rushing air?” As she explained, Spike shut his eyes and leaned his nose up in order to take in the sensations she was describing.
“You know, you’re right,” Spike said, smiling. Gabby smiled wider though, both in response to Spike’s happiness, and in anticipation of what she had planned for the boy. The two simply enjoyed their company for a while, soon managing to go from the trail, through the entry of the Forest, before Gabby would lead him into some of the bunch of bushes.
“Hm, this is a funny place to keep a gift,” Spike remarked as they went deeper and deeper into the brush.
“Well, this is a bit of a, as Rarity put it, ‘precaution’,” Gabby said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” Gabby looked about curiously, soon feeling like the two of them managed to get deep enough in the forest. “…Would you mind laying down so that I can show you?”
“Uh… ok,” Spike said. He stretched his back a little, before kneeling down, and lying upon his belly, propping his chin on his arms which he crossed in front of him. As he lied down, finding himself before a close friend that wanted to bring him to a somewhat secluded area, the young dragon suddenly had a spark of déjà vu rush through his mind. “Hm… Y-you mentioned Rarity, right?”
“Oh, are you starting to get it?” Gabby asked. “Rarity told me you haven’t had a good one in such a long time! I’d hate to leave you hanging much longer, so I figured now would be as good a day as any to try it out!” Spike rose a brow, and tried to look over his shoulder, where he’d see the gray-feathered griffon loom over his legs, ready to pick one up. She held the ankle with one claw, and the thigh with the other.
She brought it up, and Spike looked over his shoulder to try and get a read on what she was doing. She started by gently thumbing, one digging into his heel while the other bore into his thigh. Spike’s eyelids fluttered at those feelings, and he let out a soft moan. However, this was not the true nature of this massage. No, he’d realize it when he felt her place a knee on his backside, before tugging upwards with all her might.
A loud cracking noise ushered from Spike’s leg, and the young dragon gasped in both surprise and… well, he couldn’t quite put his finger on that emotion. There was a sharp pain, definitely at first, which got a cry of pain from the small dragon. However, after that brief moment, Spike could feel everything seem to settle into place, which instead brought a sigh from Spike.
“O-ooogh~” Spike moaned. “Oh wow~ D-did that work? Or did you just break it and now I can’t feel my leg?” Gabby simply giggled at his silly reaction. She then brought the claw grasping his thigh up, and tickled his sole, getting the boy wriggling and shaking, snickering. “H-hey! Quit it!” he laughed. “O-ok, I get it!” Gabby snickered, before pulling her claw away and setting his leg down.
“Oh, Spike, I know it’s scary, but it’s meant to be such a great sensation,” Gabby assured. “When I do some of this, I’m able to adjust your bone structure a little, where what should happen is that the pain those joints stored should go away. You can already feel it working, right~?” Spike grunted, and tried giving his legs a little wobble. And as he did, he could feel a significant difference. The leg she held felt significantly looser, especially when compared to his other.
“Y-you’re right,” Spike remarked. “Oh man, that leg feels just like new!” Gabby nodded in affirmation, before swiveling over Spike so that she could sit upon his rear while she took up his other leg.
“Can’t leave this poor thing all alone~” she said as she held the ankle, his thigh getting squeezed up between her thighs, which clenched around it. She held him tight, her fingers drumming against him until he could feel her pen pal shaking with anticipation. She felt kind of mean for this, making him wait and all. And yet, feeling her friend wriggle around beneath her… there was something strangely fulfilling about that. In a moment, Gabby began to blush as she held his leg captive, his little foot twitching in her grasp. Eventually, she decided she’d teased him enough.
She wrapped both claws around his ankle, before pulling up. She let his thigh extend upwards just enough, before she squeeze her thighs in place to anchor it down just right. And with that pull, his leg popped like it was full of bubble wrap, accompanied by a swift moan of pleasure from the little dragon.
“O-oh Gabby~!” Speak practically squealed. And at that, Gabby gave pause, her cheeks burning brightly as his voice reached her ears. She shivered, her wings furling out rigidly. Her shoulders shook about as she gently set Spike’s leg down, before setting her claws down on his thighs. She found herself panting a little, at which she clutched her chest, hoping to steady her heart.
“Mmm~ Spike~” she moaned as she cupped her chest. Her eyelids fluttered, before she sighed. She’d open them up in response to a gnawing feeling inside her. It was hungry, but not for food. No, the distinct lack of Spike’s noises or Spike’s shakings made her realize her body was starving for more of those adorable sounds and wriggles. She felt her cheeks lift up, and she walked around towards his feet, where she’d pick one up.
With it in the air, she clasped both claws around it, her thumbs meeting in the middle of his sole. And at that, she could feel his whole form seize up in anticipation, at which she felt her tongue dart out to lick her beak. Her thumbs dug into his sole, rubbing circles into it, which got a shuddering breath out of Spike. She’d simply go about this technique, rubbing up and down, from joints to heals. And then, she’d give a swift yank in one direction, getting a snap from the foot joint.
“Ah~!” Spike squealed out, him punching at the ground while his tongue lulled out past his lips. Gabby, meanwhile, shuddered, a jolt running from her nose, down her spine, and out to the tip of her tail. She blushed harder and harder and she herself was wriggling about as if she had several hands petting her right now. “Oh yes~! I had no idea how much I needed this~!” Gabby’s wings flapped excitedly at Spike’s elation. She loved, loved, loved, loved this. And, she just as excitedly rushed over to the other foot, where she performed a repeat of the last act. Rubbing her thumbs, grinding circles, heel to joint, and all the while Spike moaned and shuddered. Then, she gave another swift yank, getting a crack out of him.
“Ooogh! Gabby!!!” Spike squealed, banging on the dirt beneath him. She set those legs down, before dashing out in front of him to get a good look at him. There, she could see that he too was pink in the face, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth while his tongue was down to his chin, his wings flailing about in excitement. Gabby shuddered and clenched her thighs together, biting her beak as she watched over his bliss-filled face.
“Mmm~ You’re doing super good~” Gabby said, before moving towards one of his arms.
“Ha… ha…” Spike gasped, before glancing towards her curiously at her words. “U-uh, thanks? I-I mean, I’m sort of just laying here…”
“Oh, never mind,” Gabby muttered. She’d then lay down on top of Spike, before grasping either bicep and hoisting them over her shoulders, Spike trying to glance behind him. Then, she pulled and pulled and pulled, his arms squeezing against her shoulders and she clenched her teeth. Spike, meanwhile, grunted and wriggled about, his body rocking beneath her bottom. Feeling him like that, she was already shivering in anticipation. And eventually, there came the loud crack noise, and in the moment, she could feel his arms setting into place, popping just right. And goodness that excited her.
“Haaaaaa~!” the two of them moaned in unison, both wearing a fairly similar expression, a strong blush on either one’s face and either’s tongue lulled out of their jaws, their eyes rolled in the back of their head. Gabby held the position, pressing against Spike so she could feel him pant and pant and pant. And then, she released her grip and let those arms flop down. Spike was limp, panting and panting beneath her, his whole form burning with pleasure. Gabby, meanwhile, was on top of him, panting herself like she were experiencing a similar level of pleasure. Though, as far as she was concerned, she may as well be, considering how sweet those sounds and those pants felt to her.
The two laid there for a while, left to bask in some sort of afterglow. Spike’s arms and legs felt good. For a moment he was figuring that was it, but considering how his limbs were feeling, he had no reason to complain. However, when the griffon brought her claws up on either side of his head, he’d suddenly come to understand that this wasn’t over.
“O-ok, Spike…” she muttered, still panting. “I understand that this’ll be a little scary at first. I was a little cautious when I read this chapter. But this should feel nice… If done right…”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” Spike asked. However, he could feel him begin to twist his head towards one side. She pulled harder and harder and harder, and Spike’s eyes began to bug out of his head. “W-wait-!” he gasped. However, she yanked his head to the side, twisting it to its limits. And then, with a powerful enough tug, there came a pop, the dragon’s head suddenly plopping down after the fact.
“Ha~ Yeah, that was nice, right Spike?” Gabby asked. There was a pause. Pause. Further pause. Gabby’s cheerful look then came down into a more upset expression. “Spike? …You ok, buddy?” Further pause. More… more… “Oh… oh no… Oh no no no no no no no no-!” However, she’d be cut off by a gasp from beneath her. And at that, the griffon breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh man, you gotta be quicker on the feedback than that, I was seconds away from thinking up plans to hide you.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Spike said. “It’s just… that twist there felt so, so nice… For a moment, I just sort of passed out. Nm~ Wow, my body is really light. It feels like those creaky joints of mine have just been oiled up. Wow~ I am so loose~ I don’t even think I can stand for a little bit.”
“Oh-ho, there’s so much more than that~” Gabby assured. “I just pulled your limbs. There are a few other joints I’ve gotta work out. Here!” With that, she got off of Spike, before spinning him onto his back, before sitting down right on his waist. Spike gave a grunt as she applied her pressure, his legs failing to kick a little. In the meantime, Gabby would reach down to grab one of his wrists, before pulling a hand up to her, clasping it between her claws.
And as she held it, she couldn’t help but blush a little, holding her pen pal’s hand like this, having practically rubbed her body all over him beforehoof. Thank Celestia she was only sitting on the waistline, she could only imagine… No, no, no time for thoughts like that. She was here to massage him, not to do anything too obscene. They were friends, after all. Just friends, and doing absolutely nothing that would make that kind of situation more awkward than their interactions with Rarity have already made it. In a moment, she briefly wondered if that fabulous pony was in this sort of situation, having such strange thoughts racing through her while she’s just giving the boy a massage.
Anyways, she spent a little too long thinking. So, she brought her thumbs down, and rubbed into his palm, getting a more subdued moan from him, less of a scream and more like a bliss-filled sigh. Gabby rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, going from the bottom edge of his palm to his finger joints. Up and down she rubbed, before bringing a claw down to hold his forearm. Then, she gave a twist, ushering a snap, eliciting a sharp cry from Spike.
“Ah~!” he moaned, his hips swiveling a little. Gabby felt the insatiable urge to lick her beak, giving his digits a few teasing touches, pushing them forwards and pulling them a little.
“Hmhm~ Your hand feels really loose, pal,” she mentions. “You still feel this stuff, right? Still got feeling in there?” Spike sighed, and nodded in understanding. Gabby smiled happily. “That’s good~ Hm~ Has anyone told you you’re kind of like a stress ball? I know it sounds demeaning, but it’s true. There’s just something strangely endearing about putting the squeeze on you and yanking you just right~” She sighed, and brushed his hand against her cheek, before setting it down. For a moment, she could swear the small dragon lit up with pleasure, like he was a little heated blanket beneath her tush.
She rubbed into his palm some more, getting more of those blissful moans. And then, came another twist, getting another crack out of his poor joints. For a moment, she’d wondered how much his body’s gone through to get this creaky. She teasingly flexed his fingers again, before setting that down. Spike panted and panted, all of his limbs feeling loose. He was so overwhelmed with all these sensations, that he was no longer at the point where he could voice his pleasure. The most he could squeak out of his lips was a squeal of bliss and a pant.
While he was lying like that, Gabby turned herself around, arranging herself to sit on his belly, at which she leant down to grab one of his legs before hoisting both up. She’d simply extended his leg before, but now that she held his foot, she began to prod it in anticipation, herself shuddering, her thighs clenching around Spike’s. Her thumb would trace circles into his soles and heels, at which she could feel a slight jolt go through him, his body thrashing a little from the tickles. Gabby was grinning widely as she felt him squirm beneath her.
Eventually, she’d hold his feet, before twisting them to their limits as well! She stretched them opposite each other, left foot towards the left, right foot towards the right. She’d stretch and stretch and stretch that foot out, before another loud crack would sound out. She saw his toes tense up right at that, a sheer sign of how much he was truly enjoying this. And to further prove that to her, she could hear a gasp come out of the boy beneath her. With those twisted, she gently lowered his legs, down on the ground.
“You feel everything, right? Feet? Legs? Arms? …Body?”
“Y…yes…” Spike ushered. “Sp-speaking of, your butt’s kind of crushing me…” At that, Gabby couldn’t help but give a snicker.
“Oh? I didn’t realize how hefty my rump is,” she laughed, before leaning back a little. She was putting more weight on Spike’s stomach, ushering a grunt of pain from him. He could only futilely struggle about, still unable to lift his limbs. Gabby laughed at the struggling beneath her, before standing up, allowing him the chance to sigh in relief. “Well, it’s been fun, Spike. But, I think our session’s almost at an end.”
“Y-yeah… I-I can’t feel a spot you haven’t got to.”
“Oh, there’s one left, pal~” Spike looked up curiously, before Gabby turned him onto his front, before she’d lean down. She’d squeeze her hips up against his, his tail beneath her while the rest of her body was over his back. She’d wrap her arms around his chest, and her legs around his thighs. Her legs seemed to try and anchor him in place, while he could feel her upper half begin to wriggle a little. “I’m going for the biggest one, here. And when I do, I want to feel every creak and crack come out! So just hold still for a little longer, and I’ll just…” She began to twist her upper body one way while her legs held his lower half down.
She kept on pulling and pulling, twisting his upper body while his lower stayed still. More and more he’d pull, and he could feel his spine streeeeeeetch out. He began to feel a little panic, a nervous sweat dripping down his brow. Further… further… further… Then, he eventually got to the point where several cracks came forth from his spine. And when that started, the dragon’s tongue lulled forth from his maw. Gabby couldn’t help but copy his expression as she practically felt each pop against her torso, each segment of his spine seeming to snap right back into place.
She kept on twisting, feeling each and every pop against her, herself huffing and puffing and blushing while Spike did similar. He was practically bubble wrap in her grasp, and she was enjoying every single bit of it. Eventually, even Gabby was unable to twist further, though she brought a claw down on his glutes to keep it in place while the rest of her crawled off of him. Once there, she put her other claw on his shoulder, and twisted even further. By now, she could hear the last few cracks come from his back, and in a moment she could feel Spike’s hardy body seem to melt into a sort of gelatin beneath her.
With that stopped, she rearranged his body, making sure his body was more straight now. She left him lying for a little, before standing back to admire her work. Her friend was panting on the ground, scarcely moving a limb. There used to be a bit of pain in his form as a result of her tugs, but each tug gave way to a wave of relief, which’d eventually culminated in him being too overstimulated to stand. Funny, for some reason Gabby was feeling slightly similar.
“Th-that was… wow~!” Spike moaned. “Oh Celestia, I feel soooo loose~” He gave his limbs a few flexes, grunts of effort issuing from him. “Huh… I-I feel too tired to stand… You know, lying here sounds nice.”
“Y-yeah, I think so too…” Gabby said. She’d walk over Spike’s body, standing over him, before leaning her body down upon him. Soon, her torso was upon his back, where she’d curl up on top of him, her head on the back of his while she squeezed her body such that she was only lying just above his tail. “Hm… You even feel softer~” In a moment, her throat seemed to vibrate, ushering forth an almost purring noise as she lied upon Spike. The young dragon, meanwhile, rose a brow.
“Are you… purring?” Spike asked, a slight chuckle in his throat. Gabby then blushed.
“N-no…” she muttered. Spike, however, snickered some more, before sighing happily.
“Heh… Man, I have no idea how I could pay you back for this…” Spike muttered.
“Oh, we can solve that after we sleep this off,” Gabby said. She wriggled about on top of Spike a little, before sighing and lying in place. “Happy anniversary, pal…”
Elsewhere in the forest, a certain white unicorn was hiding in the bush, though her complexion now bore a little red to it. She was in the process of fanning her face, feeling like she was on the verge of fainting. But passing out so close to these two, so soon after what once could perceive as an intimate… No, it wasn’t intimate. Just a simple massage. Nothing more, nothing less, just a friendly massage between ponies. Still, it might not be in her best interest to be so close to them post that. She began to leave, before bumping into another body, this one purple with a horn and wings.
“Twilight?” Rarity asked. “What are you doing-?” The white pony cut herself off as she noticed her friend’s similarly bright red face, her pupils seeming to be pin-prick thin as she gazed off into space. She could swear Twilight gave a slight, hypnotic-induced sway, or maybe she was drunkenly swishing about.
“I-I…” she started. “…I think I need to take a cold shower…”