Twilight paused as the bell interrupted her, smiling and clasping her hands before her chest as the last gentle reverberations rang through the air.
"And that's all the time we have today!" the young woman called to the lecture hall, smiling to herself at the scattered groans around the room. "I know, I know, multiverse studies are just so exciting! But don't worry, come Monday, we'll start looking into the theoretical math and magics needed to see into these alternate universes!"
She smiled widely when several of her students perked up, and the room filled with chatter again as the class shuffled out of the hall. Twilight walked around to stand in front of her desk, waving at the students who were bidding her goodbye. She couldn’t help fidgeting on her feet until the last person exited the room.
Waiting for three seconds precisely, Twilight dropped the smile with a sigh as she sagged back onto the heavy wooden desk. Sighing, she snapped her fingers to complete a short-ranged teleportation spell, sending herself to her office.
Taking a moment, she fluttered her downy wings as she unbuttoned her jacket and walked around the small desk in her office. Walking over to the small couch she had for her friends to cat-nap on, she fell off of her feet.
Grunting under her breath, she raised her right leg and unbuckled the 'professional' short-heeled boot a more fashionable friend had suggested to her. Pulling it off and dropping it to the ground with a thump, Twilight shivered as the pressure was released and her cramped foot stretched inside her nude-colored stocking.
"They'll break in my butt," she grumped as she tried to press some of the tension away before flinching. "Next time, I'm getting a pair of running shoes..."
Pressing gently on her foot again, Twilight frowned before letting it drop so that she could take off the other shoe. Dropping it beside the first boot, she sighed and slowly waved her stocking-ed feet through the cool air.
Sighing, she tried to lean back into the cushions of the couch but flinched again as her lower back twinged. The muscles there set up complaining loudly about the firm wooden chair behind her grading desk.
"Ugh, I wonder if Aloe or Lotus have an opening today," Twilight murmured, reaching into the pocket Rarity had stitched into her skirt and flipping open her phone. She opened her contacts before the office door popped open.
Snapping her phone closed in case it was a student, Twilight looked up to see a familiar halo of pink curls.
"Heya, Twilight!" Pinkie called, bouncing through the door with a bopping tempo to her shoulders and hips that reminded Twilight of dancers she'd seen at a jazz club. "Long day, huh?" she asked as she shut the door behind her.
Twilight whirled her fingers through the air before answering, locking the door behind her friend.
"Hi Pinkie," Twilight said with a big smile. "Long week," she groaned out, stretching her legs by pointing her toes and lifting her calves. "These boots hurt, and I haven't gotten a reply from Glimmer about a better chair either."
Flicking her phone open again, she scrolled down to the Spa Sisters contact before waving her phone at Pinkie. "I was about to call the sisters to set up an unwinding session; wanna come?"
"Sure!" Pinkie said with a final bounce into one of the chairs near Twilight's desk. "They're gonna be full, though. The weekend's popular."
"I know," Twilight replied with a frown. "I was going to offer to pay double if an appointment opened up, but I'm sure there's people already on that list as well.
"But my feet hurrrrrt," Twilight whined, waving them through the air and bouncing on her seat in a play-tantrum that had both of them giggling. "Oh well," she sighed, closing her phone and setting it on her desk. "I guess I'll just soak them when I get home."
"If you're sure, Twilight," Pinkie said, frowning as she leaned forward. "I mean, where's it hurt?"
"It's mostly my heel, but my calves hurt from reaching for the top of the board this week," Twilight replied. "Plus, that stupid chair..."
"Can I?" Pinkie asked, scooting her chair up closer to Twilight. "I took a class a few months ago about pressure points, and I'm pretty sure I can help..."
"Pinkie, wait," Twilight said, reaching out as Pinkie leaned over towards her feet. When she paused, Twilight cleared her throat. "I mean, I've been wearing my shoes all day, and I'm sure my stockings are sweaty. I don't want you to have to touch..."
To her surprise, Pinkie just chuckled and shook her head. "Twilight, we've been on missions where I've had to patch you girls up. We all have. I don't think touching your sweat is worse than touching a wound. And besides, you're like my best friend. Touching you isn't going to gross me out, Twi, no matter what."
Twilight watched, chewing her bottom lip in indecision, as Pinkie slowly reached down. Cupping Twilight's ankle, she drew it up and moved her hand to hold onto the heel.
Any resistance melted away when Pinkie grasped the top of her foot and gently pushed into Twilight's long arch with a thumb. She slowly traced a thin oval and forced the muscles to relax—forced all of Twilight's muscles to relax as she melted down into the couch and let out a quiet moan.
Pinkie paused and gave Twilight a smirk. "Long week?" she asked innocently, sweetly.
Twilight blushed and weakly tried to pull her foot back in but quickly relaxed when Pinkie once again began pushing and swirling the muscles in her foot, softly this time.
"Sorry," she murmured into her shirt's collar, looking down into her stomach as she slumped. "I'm usually ready whenever Aloe or Lotus start, but I guess that—" She shivered as Pinkie pressed a bit harder into her arch. "I guess that slipped out."
"It's alright, Twi," Pinkie murmured, sliding forward a little and setting Twilight's heel on her knee. Using both thumbs, she pushed into the middle of the ball of Twilight's foot, running her thumbs to both sides and over the top of Twilight's foot before stroking back towards the toes. "I've had a couple of really nice moments on a massage table, too; I get it."
For a fleeting moment, Twilight wondered about the subtext of Pinkie's sentence, but the thought was quickly and gently erased by a firm press of a thumb and another muted groan.
"You've got some pretty stiff ankles, Twilight," Pinkie said, almost conversationally, as she slowly ran a cupped hand up over the dean's heel and up her ankle. Gently squeezing, she ran the tips of her thumb and fingers over the calf muscle, over her stocking but in her pants leg. She stroked up and down the nearly knee-length fabric before looking up at Twilight's pink face.
"Uhm, sorry?" Twilight dug out of her mind, the only word coming to the front of her mind.
Pinkie giggled and just shook her head.
She started to push into Twilight's heel, and the dean let out a muffled squeal as the pressure made one of her muscles spasm. Kicking out with her other foot, she wriggled in her seat as Pinkie looked up at her, releasing the pressure as Twilight panicked.
As soon as Pinkie released the pressure, Twilight felt the spasms stop, and then there was a warm wave of blood and dopamine flushed through her system as she felt relief.
Sighing, she frowned as the relief also abated. Though the ache was not as intense, she still felt it, lingering under the flesh.
Sighing again, she looked up at Pinkie. "I'm sorry, Pinkie, I guess that caught me off guard," she said with a small smile. "I guess I'm going to need a bit more than just a foot massage, though."
"Oh," Pinkie said with a nod, gently placing Twilight's foot back onto the floor. "Okay, no problem."
Twilight mumbled under her breath as the nerves in her foot complained at the contact with the floor. Frowning, she was reaching for her phone again when Pinkie spoke.
"So, this couch and office are kinda tiny for a full-body thing," she said, looking around. "You wanna head to my place or yours?"
Immediately Twilight was saying, "Pinkie, no, I can just call—"
Chuckling, Pinkie waved off the words as though they were merely moths, drawn to light. "Twilight, I already said I don't mind. Besides, I think Aloe and Lotus are going to close up in an hour, and they probably have clients filling up that last hour.
"Let me save you a massive bundle of bits, Twilight," Pinkie ended, holding her hand out invitingly to Twilight.
Twilight blushed and slowly extended her arm out. "My room is a bit bigger..."
"Perfect!" Pinkie said with a grin. Hopping to her feet, she bounced as she held a hand out to Twilight, her short nails shining in the light. "C'mon then, before all your muscles bunch back up!"
Giggling, Twilight leaned over and picked her boots up before grabbing Pinkie's hand. Gently rocking back onto her feet, Twilight hissed and flinched as her weight rested on her heels again. She rested a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder, looking down slightly into Pinkie’s eyes.
"Hold on, I don't want to walk right now," Twilight said, leaning over and placing her shoes between her feet. Squeezing Pinkie's hand, Twilight traced a couple of coordinate runes in the air before they teleported into one of her castle's hallways.
Shivering off the teleport after-effects, Pinkie looked around and pointed at a specific door. "Ooh, ooooooooh, that's my room!"
Chuckling, Twilight nodded. "Yes, I keep all of the guest rooms near mine. This hallway is the main residential quarters." She made a face and squirmed on her heels. "Uh, mine's the one at the end of the hall, with the double doors."
"Yeah, where we had that sleep-over with Luna!" Pinkie said, pulling Twilight gently towards the blue doors.
"That's the part you remember?" Twilight giggled, stumbling a little before her legs caught up with Pinkie. "Not the whole terrible monster plaguing the entire dreamscape?"
"Pfft, everybody remembers that part," Pinkie said, sticking her tongue out. "We get monsters all the time. But I was more excited to have a royal sleepover! How often does that happen?"
Twilight didn't answer, just chuckling as Pinkie led her into her room. Glancing at the bed, she blushed and looked shyly at the baker. "Uhm..."
"Alright, so let's work our way down!" she said, walking over to Twilight's personal desk and grabbing the low-backed chair and picking it up. Moving it over beside Twilight's bed, Pinkie patted the cushioned seat. "Over here, Twilight."
"Okay," the woman replied, walking slowly over to the chair and sitting.
Gently, Pinkie ran her hands over Twilight's shoulders, removing her suit jacket. Folding it carefully, she glanced at Twilight questioningly.
"Oh, that basket's fine," she said, pointing at a hamper near her bathroom door. "Don't worry about wrinkling it; I’llwash and press it before I have to wear it again anyway."
Nodding, Pinkie bounced a couple of times on the balls of her feet before cocking her elbows and tossing the bundle of cloth into the basket, not even touching the rim on its way in. Pumping an elbow, Pinkie grinned at Twilight, who snorted and smirked back.
Pinkie then walked back and placed a palm over Twilight's spine. Her fingers slowly ran over the silky smooth blouse before her other hand came to rest on Twilight's left shoulder. She ran the hand over to Twilight's right shoulder with a gentle press.
"You okay?" Pinkie asked Twilight quietly after she shuddered.
"Yeah, sorry," Twilight said, up and over her shoulder. "Just got a tingle. Uhm, so, I've never really had a full body massage," she tried to move on. "So, like, shoulders then back?"
"First, you should take a shower," Pinkie said, patting Twilight's shoulders gently. "Not!" she said when Twilight tensed, "Not because you're smelly or sweaty! It'll just help you start to relax, and it'll give me time to go get my oils and candles."
"O-oh," Twilight replied with a chuckle, her shoulders relaxing as she laughed. "Understood. Should I take my time, or...?"
Pinkie shook her head with a grin. "As long as you like Twi! This is about helping you relax, not about me in any way. Take your time, use your favorite bubble bath, and when you're ready, I'll be set up out here."
"Okay," Twilight said, placing her fingers onto Pinkie's and smiling up at her. "Thank you so much. It really means a lot to me that you're willing to do all this for me."
Pinkie just leaned over and hugged Twilight's shoulders from behind, squeezing her before letting go and walking out of Twilight's room.
Twilight started to unbutton her blouse before her hands paused and she looked at the double doors.
"Uhm, does she expect me to be naked?"
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Twilight sighed as she walked out of the bathroom connected to her room, swirls of steam slipping around her over the floor. Wiggling her shoulders a bit, she made sure the bathrobe was seated well as her arms reached up to fluff the towel covering her hair.
She paused as the relaxing scents of lavender and gentle vanilla floated back from the darkened room she stepped into. Looking around, she saw Pinkie closing a book, sitting in the same chair Twilight had been in half an hour ago. She watched as Pinkie set aside the slim book and smiled before gesturing at Twilight's bed.
She perked up a bit at the new covers and pillows adorning the familiar furniture. There seemed to be some sort of specialized blanket, as well as a collection of small round pillows and a pillow with a hole in its center that was a shallow ramp.
In addition, there was a tall table on small wheels, with an assortment of bottles, combs, brushes, and a couple of lit candles that flickered light across the glass. The bottles were filled with different colored liquids, and Twilight even spotted a squat tub filled with a dense white paste.
"I brought the pad so that we didn't get any oils onto your bed," Pinkie said. "And the pillow's so that you can breathe face down."
"I appreciate that," Twilight joked with a smile before she began toying with the edges of her bathrobe. "Uhm, so, do you want m-me... Should I... undress?"
"Oh, if you want to wear some underwear, that's okay!" Pinkie said. "I can move around it. But you should definitely lay face down first, and I have some towels to keep you covered," she said, waving a hand at a short pile near the pillows.
Twilight breathed out before untying the belt of her robe.
"Oop!" Pinkie said and quickly turned around so that she was facing away. "Wait, I don't need to see everything, just—"
She interrupted herself to grab a towel and held it out to Twilight, behind her own back. "Just lay down and use this to cover your tush."
"Oh," Twilight murmured in a tiny voice, dropping the bathrobe and grabbing the towel. Crawling awkwardly onto the pad, she squirmed to get her breasts comfortable on the padding before draping the towel over her hips. "Okay, Pinkie, I'm covered!"
She placed her cheeks in the U-shaped pillow as Pinkie moved across the rug she had bought to cushion the hard crystal floors. There was a slight dip in the mattress as the other girl leaned against the bed. "Gonna scoot you a little Twilight, so I can reach you better."
Twilight started to speak, started to offer to just move over herself, but a pair of hands grabbed the pad beneath her and slid her easily over nearer to the edge of the bed.
She gasped lightly when Pinkie's warm hand settled on her back, tensing for a second before relaxing.
"It's alright, Twilight," Pinkie murmured, slowly moving her hand in a small circle just below Twilight's shoulder blades. "I've got you. Just focus on relaxing for me, alright?"
Twilight let a small breath run up her throat, feeling herself melt from just the slight pressure and warmth of Pinkie's palm. She felt a shiver work its way through her back as Pinkie lifted her hand and gently stroked her fingers up her spine and over her trapezius to her neck.
"Now, I'm going to start with your hair," Pinkie murmured, her hand disappearing for a moment before Twilight heard a lid rattling. "You'll need to wash this out, but the longer it stays, the better it is, so there's no rush on that. And no shampoo or anything since your hair is clean, just some nice warm water."
Twilight glanced up as she heard Pinkie rustling the bed above her head and saw a clean towel now draped across the mattress up from her pillow.
Pinkie took the opportunity to move the towel under the pillow before gently pressing Twilight's head back with a giggle. She then gently pushed her hands under Twilight's hip-length straight hair and tossed the strands up and over the cloth.
Twilight hummed as one of Pinkie's hands absently trailed across her shoulders. She giggled slightly when the hand moved up and accidentally tickled some of the short hairs between her neck and her scalp.
She then felt the teeth of a comb start working their way up from her nape through her hair with a hand close behind to smooth the disturbed hair. Pinkie started humming, a slow and soothing song Twilight almost recognized but couldn't quite grasp. After a couple of long minutes spent just brushing her hair, Twilight was surprised to find her eyes slowly blinking, getting heavier with each pass.
There was a short pause before she felt Pinkie's hands moving through her hair again, this time leaving behind a thin layer of something thick and coconutty. Pinkie finger-combed her hair until it was evenly coated, still humming quietly.
Twilight was only slightly surprised when she felt Pinkie's fingertips press against her scalp before applying a tiny amount of pressure and moving in tight, slow circles. She felt the fingers sliding over and through the oil, gently rolling over her skin and sending warm tingles down over her shoulders from her neck.
She felt Pinkie moving over her scalp, keeping the tight circles as she moved from the back of her head down to each side. Brushing her fingertips across the backs of Twilight's ears, Pinkie gently stroked down from the top of her head towards her shoulders, using short, firm movements to press away the tension in Twilight's neck.
Twilight felt a thick hum work its way sluggishly up from her chest, the spreading warmth reminding her of taking a second sip of a rich brandy and leaving her feeling just as foggy.
She gasped quietly when Pinkie slid down her neck to the tops of her shoulders, transitioning smoothly from her fingertips to the heels of her palms, almost scraping away the thick tension from Twilight's neck. She hummed again when Pinkie repeated the same motion before culminating in a dense grunt as Pinkie ramped up the pressure until it was almost like she was putting all of her weight into the movement.
"You know," she murmured, Twilight's attention barely perking at the sound, "if I was a chiropractor, this would be a great time to realign your spine. It might need it after that chair. I think Aloe has her license if you’re interested."
Twilight started to reply (though she had no idea what she would have said), but the words quickly morphed into meaningless noise when Pinkie once again stroked down her neck with both of her palms.
"Ooh, sorry," Pinkie murmured, rubbing a couple of light circles around the bones before returning to Twilight's shoulder, using both palms to run down from her ear to just below her shoulder-blade. "You must be tense, though; I don’t think I could've popped that otherwise."
"Ish okay," Twilight slurred into the pillow, smiling at Pinkie's giggle above her.
Pinkie made another couple of slow passes over Twilight's neck, starting with just her fingertips and adding more pressure as she ran from just behind Twilight's ears down over her nape and spreading over her shoulders.
Then Twilight felt her stroke gently back up her spine with a single hand. There was a noise over at the table before Pinkie's hands left her for a moment.
She heard the sound of two hands moving over each other before the hands once again graced her skin, sliding easily over her shoulders and down to the edges of her ribs. A light warm sensation lingered on her skin, and Pinkie spread it liberally over Twilight's upper back. After a moment, a zingy and citrusy scent filled the air.
Twilight let out a gentle, wordless murmur as she felt her muscles being shifted and pressed. She let out a sigh when Pinkie released the pressure and returned to stroke out from her spine.
She felt more than heard another small pop in her spine, and Pinkie once again paused to circle the area with her palms before firmly stroking down either side of her backbone, down to her hips. She felt herself blush a little as Pinkie's hands started the ascent up her lower back towards her bottom, but the masseuse stopped short of her butt to return to her shoulder blades.
"You tensed back up," she heard her friend gently tease, the broad grin easily audible.
"Sorry," she replied with a smile of her own, "just—"
The words were dropped for a low moan as Pinkie pressed into her back and spread her hands out over her back, running from over her ribs all the way over to the tops of her hips.
"It's alright, Twilight," Pinkie softly replied, running her fingertips back up before repeating the stroke, "I'll warn you before going anywhere sensitive."
Twilight tried to murmur through a grunting moan that, "It's all sensitive," but most of it was lost to the noise.
She was pretty sure Pinkie understood her from the giggles.
There was a tiny, warm shiver up her back as Pinkie stroked over the long muscles of her back, before the heels of both palms rand down the right side, from the top of her shoulder blade down to the same spot on her lower back, repeating once more before she was given the same treatment on her left side.
She felt herself almost melting, the muscles of her back first stoked to a high tension from the pressure before gently releasing into a state of nearly fluid consistency. She giggled lazily when Pinkie gently took her arm and had her place her forearms against the pillow she was face-down in.
Then she tensed again when Pinkie pressed both palms to her spine and stroked down and away, over her ribs and almost toward her chest.
"Tickle?" Pinkie asked, pressing her hands generally into Twilight's shoulder and working it gently.
"No, uhm, not much, I mean," Twilight replied, more coherent than she had been. "Sorry, you just touched a bit of, of, the side of my, my breast..." she said, trailing off into her blush.
Pinkie kept up a simple, kneading circle over Twilight's back. "Did that make you uncomfortable?"
"Oh, uh, a little," Twilight replied, turning her head a little to look over at Pinkie, her arm coming back down to her side. "It was mostly just surprising, I guess."
Pinkie nodded, her hands coming in front of her stomach and wringing gently. "Okay. Sorry," she almost whispered.
"No, Pinkie," Twilight said, abandoning trying to cover herself to reach up to take Pinkie's hands. Turning a little on the mat, she faced Pinkie more directly. "You're okay, Pinkie; I just wasn't ready for it. You didn't do anything wrong. Promise," she said with a smile.
Pinkie looked down, gently taking Twilight's hand in her slightly oily ones. "You sure?"
"Yeah, Pinkie, a hundred percent," Twilight smiled up at her. "I'm ready now, though, so you keep doing what you need to."
Squeezing her hands, Twilight let Pinkie go so she could tuck her arm back up and under her hair, smiling up reassuringly before laying her head down again.
She heard Pinkie take a deep breath and barely heard the noise of air moving as hands were shaken out before once again pressing gently into and across the broad muscles of Twilight's back. She seemed to restart completely, stroking the same paths she'd already traveled, pushing Twilight back into that almost sub-conscious state she'd been in before.
Twilight willed herself to surrender quicker this time, and she felt as though she was now powering the boat that Pinkie had set to drift. The thought made her chuckle, and she felt the stiff fingers on her back and shoulders relax as well.
Slowing a bit, Pinkie once again pressed her palms to the left side of Twilight's spine before slowly stroking down to the mat, the oils spreading over Twilight's ribs.
Taking a deep breath, Twilight focused on the warm tingling playing over her skin, and she let her hot breath out in a sigh.
Feeling herself sink further into the mat, she grunted slightly as Pinkie returned to her spine and stroked the path again, harder, pressing deeper into her muscle and pulling the stress down into her breastbone before she released it with another hot breath.
Twilight felt herself giggle and wondered why she did it before another pass of Pinkie's palms made her realize just how much better she felt. Her ribs felt as though they moved easier. Her back wasn't actively complaining about her wooden chair right now. Her legs, even, felt lighter and tingled as though just slightly asleep.
She felt Pinkie press against her other side now and felt the air forced out of her chest in another grunt as her right side was now pressed and released in a slow, fluid movement.
There was one more stroke before Pinkie seemingly twisted at her hips and pressed on Twilight's upper shoulders with her palms and stroked down both sides of her spine at once.
She felt more than heard her spine dipping and popping back up, moving almost like a lazy dancer's ribbon through the air, before she felt her hips being pressed down for a moment and being wholly released.
She felt herself blush at the low, quiet moan that ran between her lips but had no time to think about it as Pinkie once again pressed on her shoulders and moved the pressure down and through the bottom of her back before destroying it by merely releasing the tension.
Twilight barely heard Pinkie shifting and once again heard the gently clinking of glass bottles on one another before she felt oily palms moving down and across her hips. She hummed as the warmth tingled over her sides, from just over her bones down to just above the bend of her knees. Distantly she realized that Pinkie was touching the outsides of her thighs, but another stroking, pulling pressure dismissed the words.
Her consciousness pulled together a little more fully when she felt the towel shifting on her bottom. She felt Pinkie carefully folding the outsides of the cloth up, baring her hips to the world. But she felt the towel ends come to rest on top of the rest of the fabric, leaving her bottom covered.
After barely another moment, Pinkie returned to stroking down her sides, starting above the ribs now and running her fingers and thumbs over Twilight's sides. Her fingers seemed to almost drift behind her hands, her thumbs firmer, as they stroked down to just above Twilight's knees again. At one point, Pinkie was wrapping her hands around Twilight's lean abs, her slender fingers rubbing with enough strength that Twilight was suddenly sure that the woman meant to pick her up.
Just as quickly as the thought came, Pinkie squashed it away, lost in the sea of warm tingles that was the oil and the rubbing.
After another few strokes and pulls and presses against the lower parts of Twilight's back, Pinkie murmured something that sounded like a question. Barely coherent, Twilight let out a positive-toned grunt in reply.
A moment later, Pinkie trailed her hands over the outsides of Twilight's hips. Twilight barely noted that her hands moved over the backs of her thighs and pressed away any thoughts about how the tops of Pinkie's thumbs briefly pressed into the lower meeting of leg and bottom before stroking and working her thighs.
She couldn't help but note that Pinkie's thumbs were touching the insides of her thighs, but instead of discomfort, she leaned her mind into the spreading oil and shivered at the warmth spreading over her legs. She giggled quietly when Pinkie's fingers worked over the backs of her knees, and she couldn't stop her toes from wriggling into the pad.
Pressing back up to barely touch Twilight's bottom again, Pinkie sunk her fingers more firmly into Twilight's thighs and tugged harder down the skin towards Twilight's toes.
Twilight's chest fluttered lightly as the movement pulled all of her body down, then back up as Pinkie released the pressure, both movements rocking Twilight's chest over the massage pad. The sensitive skin didn't put up a complaint so much as ask her to do it again. The thought was lost as her thighs were once again gripped and rubbed down.
Pinkie moved on from her thighs, stroking down to work Twilight's calves, but her mind stayed on the strange warmth lingering now between her legs, from the tops of her hips to the bottoms of her knees. It was familiar but strange, misplaced somehow, and Twilight found all of her mind focusing on the heat left behind by the tips of thumbs.
"Twilight?"
The alicorn in question twitched, humming out a questioning sound.
"I've done all of your back."
The news had a sad hum drift from Twilight's throat.
"If you like, though," Pinkie started, speaking slowly, "I could continue with your front side?"
Instead of replying with sound, Twilight twisted an arm around to grip the towel covering her hips and began slowly forcing her relaxed muscles into the process that was turning over.
There was a quick scampering on the floor, and Twilight distantly felt a towel come to rest over her breasts before Twilight could accidentally bare them to the air.
"Thank you, Pinkie," she said absently, finishing her roll and wiggling her shoulders to settle into the pad.
"You're welcome," was giggled as she felt a warm terrycloth towel come to rest over her eyes, keeping flickering candlelight out of Twilight's dark-accustomed eyes.
She then felt Pinkie grip her wrist gently and move her arm out from beside her. When it was at a roughly forty-five-degree angle, Pinkie let it rest on the bed before she began working on the top of Twilight's shoulder.
After the muscles were nice and elastic, Pinkie started rotating the shoulder slowly, stretching the tendons and connecting muscles in a way that almost twinged her neck. After turning the joint enough times, she stroked heavily down the upper arm and began working on the elbow as well.
Twilight felt herself blush as Pinkie moved her hand down over Twilight's wrist and interlocked their fingers. Pinkie gently squeezed and flexed her hand, working Twilight's knuckles and fingers into a loose clump of barely connected tissues.
Then the real blush came as Pinkie leaned over Twilight to work the other arm, and Twilight felt the much more luxurious bounty of Pinkie Pie's chest resting on her be-toweled ribs.
Strangely, the oils on her thighs seemed to have a resurgence as another small wave of heat worked over her core.
Sighing, Twilight moved her attention back to Pinkie as the woman bent her arm, her back now straight enough that they weren't touching anymore. Once again, her fingers were taken and wriggled, once of the joints popping this time, before Pinkie said something.
"Hrmm?"
A giggle before Pinkie again asked, "Would you please put your hands under the pillow? Palms up if you could."
Another hum as Twilight followed the instructions, her fingertips touching as she felt her ribs stretch slightly from the motion.
"I'm going to be moving under the towel for a moment, alright?"
Twilight once again hummed, unconsciously flexing her back to throw her ribs into a stronger contrast.
"Yuppers, right about there," she said, gently laying her hands on Twilight's tummy and spreading her fingers. "You let me know if I do anything that makes you feel bad, right?"
So far, that had been a total of nothing after Twilight switched her brain off, but nonetheless, she hummed.
The first soft pass up her stomach had her letting out an actual sound, a quiet groan that would've had her blushing, but…
Well, but it felt good, so Pinkie was still in the clear, and Twilight once again flexed her spine to press harder into Pinkie's palms. She stopped moving for a moment but continued as usual after a second. She stopped just under where Twilight's chest started, roughly twelve centimeters from where her armpits ended on her torso.
Spreading her fingers in rays along Twilight's ribs, Pinkie gently started massaging the flesh there, pulling it together and letting it go in a way that quickly had the oils spreading up under Twilight's towel. She felt the heat up to her collarbone, even though Twilight was a hundred percent sure Pinkie's fingers were nowhere close to the area. Still, the warmth spread over her chest, almost uncomfortably.
"Pinkie?" Twilight barely murmured, the words splashing off of her lips just as they exited. "What's in the oils? For the warmth?"
Despite the volume, Pinkie not only heard but answered, "Ginger extract that creates a warming sensation on the skin. Diluted, of course, or it'd be a bit too intense to be relaxing."
Twilight hummed, wondering if she was possibly allergic or even just sensitive to the ginger extract, but that didn't make sense with her back and shoulders being unbothered.
Her 'thank-you' emerged more as a single sound, but Pinkie's giggle let her know that the meaning had come across at least.
Twilight's brain attempted to place the warmth as Pinkie gently moved her hands over Twilight's sides, but each tickling, feathery touch pulled her attention back into the teasing fingertips.
"I'm going to move your hip towel now, Twi."
Twilight lazily nodded, and she felt the edges of the towel lift from her hips before folding in on the middle, baring the tops and sides of her hips while keeping everything just above and between her thighs covered.
Pinkie moved her hands down from Twilight's ribs, running the tips of her fingers down over Twilight's sides and twisting to cup each of Twilight's hips. She squeezed and pressed before pushing down and running her hands down Twilight's hips. Twilight cooed, her mind slowly calling her attention to the sound before again losing itself to the tender, strong touches at the tops of her thighs.
Pinkie paused before gently lifting most of her hand from Twilight's skin. When just the fingertips remained, she slowly moved back up over Twilight's hips to the base of her ribs.
Twilight shivered as the touch pulled another little noise from her before her skin prickled with goosebumps. "Mmm, Pinkie?"
The woman immediately stopped, letting her palms come down to gently contact naked skin. "Yuh-huh, Twilight?"
"S'warm," she murmured, shifting her thighs together underneath the edges of the towel.
"What is, Twi?"
"Errythin," she slurred, one of her legs edging up a little as her thighs rubbed against each other.
"What should I do?" Pinkie asked, putting some pressure under her palms and spreading her fingers before slowly stroking over Twilight's stomach and abs.
Twilight actually considered it for a moment, stumped by the question. But when Pinkie's hand trailed just over her belly button and started drifting down, her mouth answered for her brain.
"More," she whispered.
"More?" Pinkie asked, pressing her hand gently down on the lowest part of Twilight's abs. "More what, Twilight?"
"More," she groaned, a tiny whimper escaping as Pinkie pressed down. "More heat, Pinkie," she begged, shifting underneath her two towels.
"Heat?" the woman asked, sounding slightly confused.
"Yes," Twilight murmured, rubbing a hand over her own side. "More, please," she asked, squirming still.
"Oh," Pinkie said flatly, disappointment in her tone. "More of the oil?"
She lifted her hand completely, and Twilight let out a soft whimper. Reaching out quickly, she made a lucky grab and clasped Pinkie's hand. Pressing it firmly back to her own skin, she shivered as she felt Pinkie's hand disturb the short little rectangle she kept her pubic hair in.
"More warmth," she begged, pressing Pinkie's hand down on her skin. "Anything, please, Pinkie."
She felt Pinkie freeze under her grip before her fingers began pressing out and spreading again. Twilight quietly groaned under the small rag serving as her blindfold before relaxing her back and letting her thighs part.
"Are you sure, Twi?" Pinkie asked, her other hand touching down on her belly button before trailing up to just beneath her breasts. "I'm not against the idea, of course, but are you-"
Twilight hummed several mhm's as she nodded, her hand reaching out and finding Pinkie's hip. Cupping the muscle, she gently squeezed before arching her back to press the muscle and skin into Pinkie's hand, her other hand coming up to gently touch Pinkie's hand on her ribs.
"Alright," Pinkie murmured, both of her hands inching under the towels. "You tell me if I do anything wrong, right?"
Twilight's mind reached up out of the fog for one second, and her hand lowered to gently press against Pinkie's lower hand. "Uhm, maybe no oil?" she murmured before her hand rose and gently began circling her belly button.
"Good call," Pinkie giggled, the hand lifting away. Twilight let out a sad whimper as she heard Pinkie walk over to her bathroom and start the sink, her own hands replacing Pinkie's as she kept the warmth in her core growing. She heard the sink stop, and a moment later, Pinkie's hot, clean hands were on her. She groaned as Pinkie gently swirled her fingers along Twilight's skin before continuing on the path she'd been on.
Twilight's hips wiggled gently as she felt Pinkie's fingers spread over her mons, and her breathing hitched as Pinkie slowly trailed even further down. Then she felt a finger gently brush against her clitoris, and her breathing stopped completely as her back arched into the touch.
A moment later, she caught her breath and pushed all of it out in a low, wavering moan as she shuddered under the attention. Her hands were once again reaching out, gently holding the back of Pinkie's hand on her ribs and gently squeezing the woman's left hip.
Pinkie took the sound as an invitation, and her left hand moved up to gently cup Twilight's right breast.
Shivering, Twilight arched her back again, her heels digging into the pad underneath her to anchor the movement. Her hand pressed into Pinkie's, encouraging more, more pressure and warmth and anything at all.
Pinkie hummed just under her breath as she gently squeezed Twilight's breast. She giggled lightly as Twilight pressed her chest up into the pressure, gripping the woman's hip and pulling her closer to the bed. The middle finger of her other hand lazily curled before beginning to circle the small mound beneath the finger's tip.
Twilight felt her toes curling, but before the pressure could slowly build, she felt Pinkie's thumb flick out to give her sensitive nipple a gentle squeeze.
Twilight's hands clamped down as her lips parted in a moan that started low, surprised, before rapidly building in volume as her knees bent and thighs clamped together around Pinkie's hand.
Distantly she heard Pinkie yelp, and a moment later, her lips were covered by another pair, soft and hot and firm as they drowned out the rest of her impromptu solo.
She felt the heat in her core spike, her thighs trembling as another wave coursed through her system before she fell limply back onto the massage mat.
"Whew, Twilight," Pinkie murmured, leaning back and chuckling under her breath, a hand coming up to wipe just beneath her bottom lip. "Well welly—well, I can't say I was expecting that! But I guess if nothing else, it's a sure-fire way to get everything relaxed, huh?"
Pinkie looked down at Twilight, bobbing her eyebrows, but paused when she saw her friend's barely covered state. "Hey, I, uh, didn't go too far, did I?" she asked, bringing her index fingers together and pressing them lightly against each other. She waited for a few moments before asking, "Twilight?" gently as she removed the cloth over her friend's eyes.
Twilight's only response was a gentle, contented snore as Pinkie looked down at the spread-eagle woman now completely asleep on her pad.
Pinkie looked down at her, dumbstruck, before she said with a giggle, "Wow, Twilight, what a gentleman."
Keeping her giggles quiet, she snuck around the room, gathering all of her materials and blowing out the candles. She paused at the end, looking down at Twilight splayed over the massage pad. Chewing her bottom lip for a second, she shrugged and just covered her friend with the blanket beside her.
Quietly opening the door, she wheeled her table silently out before turning and sending one last flirty kiss blown towards Twilight. "Night night, sleepy," she whispered before exiting the room and closing the door quietly.
"Whew," she said, shivering in the relative chill of the hallway. Leaning against the wall beside the door, she relived the last half-hour or so in her thoughts until a barely masculine voice cleared its throat down the hall.
Looking down that way, she saw the blushing red face of Spike, the just-past-teenage dragon looking towards her.
"Twilight kinda needed a massage," she said lamely, gesturing at the table beside her.
"A massage?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and lowering his eyelids.
"Yuppers."
They stood in silence for a half minute before she saw something steel flash within Spike's eyes.
"Don't suppose, uhm, I could, uh, get one of those massages?" he asked.
Pinkie looked over him slowly, shorter even than she was and just as slender as he’d been since shooting up in height. She glanced into his bright eyes and long, dark eyelashes.
Licking her lips slowly, Pinkie found herself unable to fight off the broad smile.
