Author's Note

Ms. Busty's POV

Next Chapter: On the Top of the World

On the Top of the World: 9

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Busted

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I am entering the Cafe: Top of the World, with Nurse Redheart by my side.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; as we are walking in, into the cafe.

I think: I am starting to get used to my new situation; my back is no longer killing me, but I have this strange noise following my every step where-ever I go now. These noises, make me feel as if I am having a Horse by my side; or, rather two of them. (Even if these Horses have two hooves, rather than the common four.) I can’t forget Nurse by my side; her boots are making the same noises out of her every step. But, still.

This situation is growing on me; just enjoying a day, when my back is no longer hurting. No back pain is a bliss (to me). I have been plagued, with this back pain; for so long, I can barely even imagine myself, not experiencing this.

Granted: I did not have this pain, back in the days before my breasts started to develop; it only came, as my breasts grew larger. (My breasts ended up as F Cups)

Only, today; I have little to no issue, as my breasts are B Cups. (I’m quite happy with the size, as it is; on the account of my back no longer bothering me.)

Oh, well; enough complaining; I have a breakfast to enjoy, at the Top of the World. (As the Cafe is named.)

I may have been proud of my bust, back when it had only grown to a C Cup; but beyond the D Cup, that pride quickly died with the pain it subjected me to.

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Right now, I am on the Top of the World; both on the account of the name of the Cafe, and the fact that I am not in pain. (At least, no more than I can handle and thus ignore!)

I had selected the table on the second floor, as Nurse had requested (for the two of us); I am currently waiting for Nurse to return, with the food and drink.

This breakfast includes a large glass of Milk and Juice respectively, for the both of us. Naturally; she had also brought a cup of tea for me, and one for her self. I do not mind the milk, personally; I never quite developed the pride, behind the resentment. (Maybe a certain issue, I will not name could be behind this?)

No cereals. (Curious.. But no complaints, from me.)

I have a large plate with bacon and fried eggs. Incidentally, and curiously enough; Nurse is having the bacon and eggs too. Well, why not? I just could not see her, as a vegetarian; or anything like that, even if I guess: I would have respected it, had it been the case. (As it stands; we are enjoying the breakfast together!)

We are enjoying the meal, in companionate silence; content with the din of the other guests of the Cafe, enjoying an early start of the day. She is sitting before me, as we enjoy the company.

While the Eggs and Bacon may be small, but I have more than enough; for this to be quite an enjoyable meal. Of course, the Eggs had enjoyed a fair helping of salt (Both Changelings and Ponies enjoy their diet with salt); but some have black pepper and or Oregano as well. I rather enjoy the Eggs, as they had been presented to me. (No complaints from me, here!)

A Waitress is collecting the glasses and plates, once empty. She is even filling up my cup, once empty.

This Breakfast Buffet is proving to be just right for me, even if I guess it is an All-Inclusive stay. (Without even knowing, or realizing it; I am tipping her quite handsomely, as she is soaking up all the ambient Love I am directing at her, as she is serving me.)

While I had not realized why, but I do notice her dreamy smile, as she is leaving the table.

While the Egg and Bacon had been the core of the breakfast; I am still enjoying the wild spread of exceedingly fresh vegetables, I have available to me. (Nurse is only too happy, picking them up for me!)

Of course; the meal came to an end; but we had enjoyed it, for all it is worth. The waitress picks up, what we are leaving behind; but the plates and glasses are empty, as are the cups.

Once the meal is concluded, we are raising to our feet; only thanking the Waitress for her service, on our way out towards the doors. (the Exit)

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Nurse approaches the door and extends the right hand, pressing the palm of her hand and spreads her fingers wide in order to open the door; only for the door to slide up before her and step in with me in tow, whereupon the doors are sliding shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

“Greetings, Miss Squee!” Ellie exclaims.

“Greetings, Ellie!” I respond, and Nurse echoes half a beat later.

Once the doors to the elevator has closed; it starts to fall at a rapid pace, maintaining a steady one G for half the distance towards my suite. Once it had reached the halfway point, the Elevator starts to decelerate; only to make a smooth stop, at my floor. We spill out, whereupon the doors slide shut behind me; before we start to walk in the direction of the suite.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as we are walking towards the door to my suite.

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I notice, how Nurse is showing a dreamy expression; as the door had slid shut behind us, leaving me alone with her.

“I’m stuffed, my belly is completely full..” I put forth, with a content smile.

“That was (is) delicious..” she responds; “and lunch is in just a few hours" she ponders.

“Yes..” I respond; “I guess we’ll have this, tomorrow?” I inquire.

“But, of course..” she responds; “I can’t permit you, to miss a single meal..” she suggests; “unless you decline!” she concludes.

“My belly needs to rest, right now..” I suggest; “but after that!” I conclude. (I am not particularly interested in food, right now; after I had just stuffed myself, with all the delicious food.)

“Could I tempt you, with a Massage Session?” she inquires.

“I guess: I could accept that!” I respond.

I had just slipped out of the boots I had worn, for the breakfast.

She is opening the door, leading me through the living room; before she is opening the next door, leading to the bed room. I follow her, eagerly awaiting the promised treat; how could I not, considering how good it had felt the previous time (around).

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She had folded the corner of my quilt up, preparing the bed for the Massage Session.

I take my place, sitting down on the bed; slipping my now bare feet in under the quilt, laying down on my belly.

“There..” she coos; “how does it feel?” she inquires.

“Other than my belly, being too full?” I inquire; “Quite comfortable!” I conclude.

“Excellent.. Excellent..” she exclaims; “then it is (high) time for me to perform!” she suggests.

“Yes, please..” I respond, closing my eyes.

With a single command, the quilt tightens up over me; holding me in place, in the Vacuum Bed mode.

While I am waiting, in breathless anticipation; she is slipping a pair of crystal clear gloves on, before she is turning to me once more.

“There..” she exclaims; “if you could slide your hands out, about a foot from your body and spread your fingers wide?” she suggests; and I find myself complying, conforming to what she had just suggested.

With another command, on her part; and I am trapped in place, while the mattress is yielding just enough, to offer my belly just enough support for a comfortable position.

“Perfect..” she puts forth; “just perfect!” she ponders, as she is standing by the side of my bed.

With the (Massage) gloves on; she does not need to apply any massage oil, or spend time on preparing and heating the oil.

As she is placing her hands on my waist; her fingers spread wide, I feel the pressure applied and the heat of her hands as if she had placed her hands directly onto my bare skin.

I feel her hands slide up my back, applying pressure; though her hands feel slightly squishy and (almost) oily wet and seductively slippery to the touch. The tips of her thumbs, tracing the sides of my spine; leaving me with the impression, of (highly sensitive) touch pads and the deliciously long nails I had pictured her with from the very start.

She slowly moves her hands all the way up my back and finally my neck, only stopping as the tips of her thumbs reaches the hairline; before she slides her hands down my back, once more.

Her thumbs adding a slight pressure, as she goes.

The warmth of her touch, even without the friction applied even if she had used massage oil is soothing to me; almost, as if the oil had contained a relaxing agent.

With my eyes closed, I am enjoying the moment; the bliss induced by the touch of her hands on my back, aside from the content feeling of the full breakfast I had just had with Nurse as company.

Minute by minute, my focus is slipping away; leaving me in a content state, almost in a state of limbo. A strange feeling, I’d might add; but pleasant and relaxing, all the same.

My skin almost turn into rubber, in the process; as she is caressing my back, voiding the last hints of the pain I had suffered from, up until I had arrived at this Hotel. (The Royal Twilight Inn)

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Prologue

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Less than the Greater Van!