"Okay, okay!" I plead while raising my arms in surrender, losing count of how many names Nimbus listed off to me and feeling my nervousness start to act up again, taking a step back from the pegasus secretary standing nearby, "Let's not go over every single name on that...huge list. Let's focus on who is booked for today. What can I expect?"

Shuffling her hooves and glancing away from the clipboard in her weird magical hoof grip, Nimbus flips back to the first page, the list of names for clients taking up dozens of pages, "Well, you have a session with a Miss Lyra Heartstrings and several appointments for regular relaxation over the day afterward."

"Alright, that's more reasonable... So, how long am I fully booked for? A week? Two?" I ask, internally dreading hearing the answer to my question, "It can't be longer, can it?"

"A month, sir," she admits with a sheepish smile, her wings flapping softly for a moment before returning to her side, the two of us standing within The Shining Stallion's lobby, "You're booked for a month. Some of them might want to book again, as well."

"How the hell did a business that just opened get so popular, literally overnight!?" I question in shock, letting my head fall into my hands as I take a deep breath, sighing heavily a moment later, "That sounds completely impossible. We only opened today. Please explain how this happened...please."

"Well...there may have been an article in the local paper about us," Nimbus says, chuckling nervously and hiding her face behind her clipboard, unsure of what my reaction might be, "Princess Luna may have also...sent invites to a lot of ponies?"

Remaining silent for several moments, I slowly lift my head and meet Nimbus' gaze, my expression neutral, "She...sent invites. To this place. Last night."

"M-maybe? She didn't tell me when she did, only that she did so at some point. The Princess seemed rather pleased with herself, too," she comments with a genuine chuckle, her statement bringing Luna's strange, prideful display from yesterday to mind, "It just means we have a lot of customers already, right? A lot of them won't rebook every month, cause of how expensive it can get. There are also likely to be cancellations, so...you should be okay?"

"Okay...okay, no problem. Not a problem at all. As you said, I should be okay," I say, unsure of if I'm trying to convince her or myself, a few beads of sweat forming on my forehead, "So when is the first mare arriving, Nimbus? I want to double-check a few things before I get started."

Looking at the clipboard again, Nimbus makes note of something before diverting her attention to the clock above the front door, a sheepish smile returning to her muzzle, "...f-fifteen minutes, sir."

I sigh deeply and rub the bridge of my nose again, deadpanning and making my way towards my office, "Alright, just...send her in when she gets here, and I'll get there as fast as I can. I'm just going to put on some of that cologne that I found yesterday in my desk drawer so I don't smell like sweat from my nerves acting up."

"Yes, sir!" Nimbus responds with a smile and a salute, the gesture earning a soft chuckle from me as I walk out of her sight and into my office to get the bottle I mentioned, the note I found yesterday from Luna saying that it would smell pleasant to mares of all ages. Kind of a weird statement, but I didn't think too deeply about it.

"Alright, just a spray or two. I don't want to be that asshole who just reeks of cologne," I mumble to myself, spraying some of the scented fluid under each of my arms and coughing a bit from the concentration of the smell, "Good God, that smells so weird! Are the clients actually going to like this stuff? Fuck, my nose is stinging..."

Waving my arm to clear the air, I turn on the magic-powered fan resting in the corner of the room, allowing the machine to direct the majority of the smell out of my office and into the hallway, my eyes squeezing shut to prevent any more of the aerosol from reaching my eyes. I cough a few more times before I open my eyes again, grunting in annoyance from the ordeal before slipping the bottle back into the drawer I took it from.

"So much for not reeking," I grumble out with a huff, closing the drawer and stepping out of the office to see that the lobby is still empty, aside from Nimbus sorting paperwork behind her desk, "She's not here yet, Nimbus?"

"Not yet, sir! She's scheduled for five minutes from now, so she might run a bit late. I'm also going to need to reschedule some of the appointments for the next while because of your decision, so I'll be busy with this for most of the day," she says without a trace of malice, the smile on her face the only thing dissuading me from assuming that she is being passive-aggressive right now, "By the way, Miss Heartstrings has requested the Full House special, where she can do as she likes with you for the appointment. It just means she chooses if you'll be watching movies, giving her a massage, or anything else that's offered right now."

"So I just do whatever she wants, got it," I reply with a thumbs up, Nimbus' confusion from my gesture making me roll my eyes a moment later in irritation about how no one is going to understand my references anymore, "It means 'you got it,' or 'it's all good.' Don't worry about it, it's a human thing."

"If you say so, sir. Good luck," Nimbus comments with a chuckle, her head turning to face the door along with mine as we hear it opening, "O-oh! Hello, Miss! Do you have an appointment for today?"

The mint-green unicorn mare that enters closes the door behind her, the streaks of white through her almost equally green mane and tail making her almost look like a mint toothpaste advert. Her amber eyes widen for a moment in surprise as she spots me leaning out of the doorway to the hall, then gives me a friendly smile, her flanks angled towards me and allowing me to see her golden lyre butt stamp.

"I do! My name is Lyra Heartstrings," the new mare says, eyes trailing over me with curiosity and interest as she checks in for her appointment, "Princess Luna sent me an invite a few months ago, and I've been looking forward to it ever since. So you must be Renard, the Human that arrived a while back. I saw your picture in the newspaper when you got here and figured I should see if the rumors hold up."

"Rumors?" I inquire with a raised brow, stepping out and approaching the shorter mare with a soft shake of my head and a smile, "Never mind that for now, Miss Heartstrings. You are correct, my name is Renard, and I am the comfort therapist on staff. It is a pleasure to meet you," I tell her with a softer voice, taking a knee in front of her and gently picking up Lyra's hoof before kissing the top of it, earning a soft blush from her.

"O-oh my. Well, you're a gentleman, that rumor is certainly true. Could you be a pal and carry me into the massage room?" Lyra requests with a happy hum, the soft tremor of excitement that runs through her body felt through my hand, "I would love to get a nice rubbing down from these...what are these?"

"They're called hands, Miss Heartstrings," I answer with a chuckle, gently picking her up by her sides and cradling her in my arms like one would carry their bride, earning another blush from the mare as I carry her towards the room in question, "They're very useful for massages, in fact. Are you comfortable?"

I gaze down at Lyra and give a genuine smile, happy to see the flustered mare in my arms enjoying herself so far, a smile of her own plastered across her muzzle as her head nods, her tail twitching eagerly as I step inside. I open the door to my miniature massage parlor and take a quick glance around to confirm where I am carrying her.

Inside are two pony-sized massage tables, designed for when I can hire another employee with my earned funds, along with several shelves of beauty and hygiene products. Tucked away in the corner of the room is a large hot tub, the magical porcelain bathing tool currently empty of water.

"Would you like me to start with your front or your back, Miss? Today is about you," I comment with genuine affection, finding the blushing unicorn to be adorable, "Don't be afraid to ask for anything that you might want me to do. It's not a problem. I am here to serve you."

"F-front, please," Lyra stutters out, and I gently lower her onto the massage table, stroking her mane with a hand and grinning in delight as she hums, one of her back hooves kicking softly at the air, "Wow, that feels amazing... Can y-you do that for just a bit longer?"

"Of course. As I said, I am here to serve, Miss Heartstrings," I reply, resting my other hand on her tufted chest as I grant her request, her eyes slowly drifting shut and her head leaning into my touch. Taking a moment to look over Lyra's body, a soft blush of my own forms as I realize that I can clearly see the two dark mounds between her legs, her nipples visible through her fur, "Anything you need. Anything at all."

Returning my eyes to Lyra's face, I coo softly as I take in the sight of her cute, sleepy expression, eyes barely open and unfocused. Her back hoof continues to kick, allowing me to stroke her mane for several more seconds before she lifts her forehooves and gently grasps my arm with them, panting softly and squeezing her thighs together in excitement.

"That's g-good for now," she says with a stutter, liking what my hands are doing to her body so far. Lyra lifts my hand from her head to look closer at it, seeming practically fascinated with them, "These are hands, you said? They feel nice, Renard."

Chuckling at the adorable act, I wiggle my fingers and get a soft, startled squeak in response, her eyes widening, "They are, yes. They're pretty useful, I must say. Would you like me to start on your massage, Miss Heartstrings?"

Lyra nuzzles into my palm and giggles as I gently close my fingers around her muzzle, then nods her head with a hum as I ruffle her chest tuft, "Yes, please. Can you use strawberry-scented oil?"

"Of course," I reply, Lyra's mild disappointment obvious as I remove my hands from her body and head towards the nearby shelf, looking over the options available, "Let's see... Oh! It seems we have a few choices. Would you like the oil to have warming magic in it, or would you like the one without it?"

"Hmm... Let's see what the warming oil does," Lyra decides, my head nodding as I pull out the requested bottle before I make my way back towards her, her tail still flicking in excitement. I open the bottle once I reach the foot of the bed, pouring some of the oil onto my hand and trying to ignore my peripheral, barely able to see Lyra's wet, puffy pussy in it, "Oh wow, I can smell it so clearly already! Is it doing anything yet, Renard?"

"My hands feel a bit warmer," I admit as I close the bottle and place it to the side, rubbing my hands together to coat the palms in oil before pressing them to her chest and starting to massage the tension from her muscles. She coos adorably with a shiver as the oil soaks into her fur, the magical effects of the fluid activating and causing a growing warmth to form in my hands.

Lyra's head leans back as she begins to feel her body grow hot, giving a soft moan as I manage to release a tension knot in her shoulder. I take my time to make sure each part of her upper front receives just as much attention and care, fingertips digging softly into her fur and coaxing more moans from the minty mare's throat while I lavish her with attention.

"Ohh, t-that feels amazing," she coos, lifting her head to watch my hands move and slide along her body, and I find myself feeling internally grateful that I took a masseuse class back home before winding up here, "Hooves have never f-felt this good... Can y-you rub a little lower, please?"

Nodding my head, my hands begin to make their way over her stomach and sides, leaning over her a tad to make sure that I can reach every inch of her body as I work on her muscles. Lyra watches my hands closely the entire time, biting her lower lip as I dip a bit further down with each rub and stroke, though I make sure to keep from touching her teats since she has not asked for me to yet.

"Mmm...that's so good. You can go a bit lower if you w-want to, I don't bite," Lyra teases with a wink, moaning again as I dig my fingers into a particularly tense muscle on her side, intent on oiling up her entire barrel, "Unless t-that's what you're into, heh."

"Perhaps I should make sure you won't pull a muscle before anything like that happens, Miss Heartstrings," I coo, sliding my hands to Lyra's left hind leg and working my digits into the firm muscles hidden below her soft fur. Grasping her hoof with one hand and massaging with the other, Lyra's eyes flutter closed as I work on her flank, and a throaty moan echoes through the room, "You're liable to tear something if we don't. See? Doesn't that already feel better?"

"Y-yeah," she manages to croak out, panting harder and letting her other hind leg splay to the side, the sight of her dripping hole unobscured by anything now and causing a distinct tent to form in my pants, "Please d-don't stop, Renard. This is t-the best massage I've ever had."

Her sweet scent begins to overpower the strawberry-scented oil and the cologne, and I resist the urge to cop a feel of her ass yet, beyond what would be professional, a small chuckle escaping me as I gaze into her lidded, unfocused eyes, "I didn't intend to, Miss Heartstrings. I'm so glad that you're enjoying yourself," I say with genuine happiness, a tremor of arousal wracking my body as she moans again, "Your voice is very pretty, Miss Heartstrings. Do you sing as well as you play the lyre?"

"You h-haven't heard me play b-before," Lyra points out with a whimper, her pussy gaping for a moment as it winks at me, her head shaking a moment later in denial, "No, I'm n-not the best singer. I know a l-lot of ponies that make me look l-like an amateur."

"I doubt that's true," I reply with an amused laugh, leaning close and gazing into her eyes, my affection for this cute little musician growing by the moment, "Because you have the sweetest voice I've ever heard. You're so cute when you moan, Miss Heartstrings."

"Really?" she asks with an almost timid gentleness before moaning again as I rub her inner thigh, her body trembling from the pleasure I seem to be giving her, "I've o-only ever heard that from my ex before. Oh, Renard..."

"They were a fool to let you out of their arms," I tell the starry-eyed mare, practically laying atop her as I release her from my grasp before taking her other leg into my hands, starting to give it the same treatment as the first, "You've been nothing but polite this entire time, and these thighs are to die for. I don't think I could let you go if I were in their position."

Her eyes snap wide open, and I pause for a moment out of fear that I have offended her, though she surprises me by leaning up, wrapping her hooves around the back of my neck, and pulling me into a deep kiss. Soft, short hairs rub against my lips and chin as she begins to sloppily try to make out with me, a shudder of arousal shooting through me as she humps into the air with an eager moan, her tail lashing wildly and spreading her scent through the room.

A hand slips under Lyra's back and holds her to me, allowing the mare to grind and rub against my crotch with pleasured sighs and groans, not seeming to have any hesitation in using my body for her pleasure. My pants quickly grow damp from her juices, soaking into the fabric and marking me as her partner for the day, my lips pressing back as I return the passionate kiss, my other hand giving her flank a few squeezes.

"M-mmph?"

Lyra's tongue presses to my lips, slipping between the parted entrance as I gasp softly in pleasure, an electric sensation shooting up my spine as she explores my mouth, wrestling my smaller tongue with ease. I let my eyes drift shut as I enjoy her embrace and the kiss, the surprisingly soft underside of her hooves rubbing my back until we feel the need for air surfacing, eventually parting with a happy sigh from the minty mare below me.

"W-wow..." I mutter, eyes unfocused and gazing into Lyra's opening eyes, her hooves soon resuming their rubbing as she nuzzles into my neck a moment later, "That was i-intense, Miss Heartstrings. Are y-you wishing to resume the massage later?"

"I want you inside of m-me, Renard. G-give me a deep tissue massage," she pleads, moaning into the air as she bucks against my hips again. Her forehooves wrap around my neck, and I feel her teeth begin to nibble at my ear, her sweet voice speaking softly into it, "Have y-you ever had sex with a pony before? I hope I'm your first."

"You are my first," I sincerely answer, scratching between her ears and reaching for my pants with my other hand, sliding my thumb into the waistband before starting to pull them down my legs to the sounds of Lyra's excited cooing. The fabric apparel hits the floor with a soft thud along with my underwear, my rock-hard length throbbing in anticipation at the idea of making this adorable mare moan my name, "I do not regret it in the slightest. Your eyes are so easy to get lost in, Miss Heartstrings."

"Call me Lyra, Renard," she demands with a huff of hot air into my ear, nibbling on my lobe and giving an occasional lick, "You sound too formal. Just t-take me, you silly alien."

I chuckle at Lyra's quip and nod my head, giving the side of her muzzle a soft kiss and grasping the base of my cock so I can aim it towards her drenched, winking teardrop, shivering in arousal as I feel her opening wink against my tip. Leaking some pre onto her, I press my tip to her warm opening and look into her eyes, wanting to drink in her expression as I carefully ease my hips forwards and penetrate her, practically blown away by her internal heat.

A duo of moans ring out, and I feel the unicorn tremble under me from the sensations she is receiving, her eyes squeezing shut between flutters. Lyra's jaw drops as I fit about half of myself into her, back legs spread wide and giving nickers of encouragement, the sounds arousing me more than I imagined they could. Her fur is matted with sweat, eyes glazed over in delight as she gets lost in the moment, the sounds she is making promising sweet dreams tonight.

"You're so tight, Lyra," I sigh, groaning in pleasure and deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine by leaning down and nipping the tip of her ear. She yelps softly and squeezes down around me, panting harder and bucking her hips once again, the movement almost causing my legs to give out from under me for a moment, "S-so cute. I could just eat you up, my adorable little unicorn."

"I'm n-not little," Lyra stammers out, blushing brightly and averting her gaze out of embarrassment, my smile growing as I lean down to kiss her on the forehead, our size difference apparent. Normally reaching my stomach in height, Lyra's head now rests against my chest, her hooves grasping at the fabric and lifting it up my body, "And t-this stupid shirt is in the way! I want to see everything, you stud."

"I'm a stud, am I?" I ask with another chuckle, squeezing her plump ass with a hand and giving the base of her horn a tender kiss after she slips the shirt over my head and tosses it to the side, a pleased gasp of delight escaping her as I hilt inside of her with a hard throb, "That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, Lyra. You must be enjoying yourself a lot to be gripping me this much and buttering me up like that."

Pouting softly for only a moment, Lyra's expression morphs into a playful grin and her hips begin to gyrate, her actions earning a long, low groan of bliss from me as I bury my face in her neck and pant hard. She strokes the back on my head and gives a couple of softer bucks against me, cooing into my ear, "You're being s-silly again, Renard. I haven't felt this good in moons. Mmm...definitely a stud."

A blush tinges my cheeks pink from her sweet words, rubbing her muzzle against me and nickering as I pull my hips back, holding her tighter before I thrust into her again, hilting in one smooth motion. Lyra cries out in pleasure as my hips meet hers, her legs trembling and trying to spread wider as I slowly build up a rhythm.

"If you say so, Lyra," I groan, my voice muffled by her soft neck fluff. My legs follow her example, shaking softly as I try to get used to Lyra's depths, letting her touch me as she pleases. A hoof snakes down to my ass, and I gasp as I feel her return the earlier attentions, squeezing and kneading me as I fuck her sopping hole, "Ohh, I d-didn't expect that. Are you sure you're not pampering me?"

Giggling breathily, Lyra nods her head and sighs happily, closing her eyes and humming as I continue my movements, "You're s-still the one doing me a favor, Renard. I needed this so badly," she practically whispers into my ear, nibbling it again, "Trust me, you're doing great. Mmm!"

My harder thrust into the tight, minty mare coaxes a loud moan from her, her arms squeezing my head to her neck and almost cutting off my air supply. Letting my eyes drift shut, I decide to simply focus on lavishing her flank and sides with affectionate rubs and squeezes, giving her a partial massage while rutting her.

Our bodies rub and grind against each other, her panting and moaning growing louder and louder as I bring her closer to her climax over time, whimpers of pleasure from my clingy partner bringing me closer as well. Licking and nibbling on Lyra's soft and warm neck, I hug her firmly and tenderly stroke her side with a happy smile, finding her irresistible.

It feels like hours go by before I feel a tensing in my groin, signaling my approach and giving me pause for a moment. Could I get a pony pregnant? I should ask if she even wants me to finish inside of her, shouldn't I?

"Lyra, d-do you want me to cum i-inside, or out?" I pant, slightly dizzy from the decreased oxygen to my lungs and from her pleasant scent, reminding me of grass and berries in a surprisingly nice combination. Lyra's legs wrap around my waist in response, earning a soft yelp as I pause for only a moment, resuming my thrusting with shorter, more powerful movements, "Inside, i-is it?"

She nods her head, wordlessly pleading for me to fill her needy canal and bring her over the edge, causing a bright smile to form on my face. I nibble on her neck for a few more minutes as I fuck this little pony silly, her head lolling back and her grip on me tightening. Her hips buck up with each thrust forwards, our bodies moving together in a blur and bringing each other to new heights of pleasure.

"Ohhh, L-Lyra," I coo, a tremor shooting through my body as I feel my cock throb inside of her, leaking several thick globs of pre into her, "I'm g-gonna cum, Lyra. I want t-to finish inside you too."

Lyra says nothing coherent in response, too busy groaning and holding me tightly to herself as she climaxes a moment later, her tight, wet walls practically rippling along my length. The added sensation draws a strangled gasp from my throat, the distinct feeling of her juices wetting my crotch quickly growing apparent, and the combined sensations prove to be too much for me.

I cum inside of her with the loudest, longest moan I have ever made in my life, not having felt this good with any human woman from my past, depositing each shot of my baby batter with a powerful throb and a groan. My eyes squeeze shut, humping against the shaking and twitching mare below me until I feel my orgasm taper off, Lyra's whimper of delight bringing a sense of pride for a job well done so far.

"Mmm... You a-alright, Lyra?" I ask the panting pony, stroking her sides and giving her flank a soft squeeze, a soft gasp of pleasure earned in response.

Nodding her head, she groans as she tries to sit up and on the bed, her hind legs releasing my waist and allowing me to assist her in her efforts. I slide out of her with a shudder, humming happily and stroking the back of her head as she leans against my chest and rubs her cheek against me, "I'm good, y-yeah. I love those hands. Can I just...take you home with me?"

Chuckling, I shake my head and plant a soft kiss on the end of her muzzle, which scrunches up in response. She blinks a couple of times before giggling, and I continue to stroke her, my hands sliding down to her back with each downwards motion now, "Sorry, Lyra. I still have to work the rest of the day. Maybe another time."

Lyra gives a playful pout and crosses her forehooves against her chest, looking away with mock indignation for a moment before giggling in amusement, her soft mane bouncing a bit, "Alright, alright. I guess I can't just keep you all to myself, can I?"

"Unfortunately not," I reply, only half-joking. I would love to go home with her and go all day, or at least until I collapse from dehydration, "We still have plenty of time. Would you like to go another round?"

Blushing softly, she looks up at me with surprise before glancing down at my groin, eyes wide as she realizes that I'm hard and ready to go again. This mare's voice definitely gets me going, and the idea of making full use of her scheduled time only makes me throb more against her stomach, the ten-inch length still slick with our fluids.

"Y-you're still hard?" she asks, gently prodding it with a hoof and confirming her suspicions, a visible shudder of excitement shaking her body for a moment as she gathers her thoughts, "I- ...y-yes, please."

"Good. Remember, we can stop to get something to drink from upstairs at any time, and you still have over an hour left. You booked for two hours, right?" I ask as I give the tip of her horn a lick, Lyra squeaking adorably and looking up at me.

'Y-yeah," she mumbles, her tail flicking eagerly behind her in anticipation of starting again, a small puddle of our mixed juices pooling atop the table's surface below her, "I did. I s-should have booked the whole day, huh?"

"You certainly can next time, Lyra. I would welcome that."

Author's Note

The source of Lyra's obsession with hands. I'll explore more themes with Lyra on her next visit.

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