Party Girl's Relaxation Day
Even a party girl need rest
Party time, the best time of the day. It was the only time Pinkie Pie ever got to feel truly alive. No matter what day it fell upon, she never missed a chance to leap into action and remind everyone of her title as Equestria’s number one party gal.
Yet it didn’t change the pit in her stomach once the party stopped. With everyone gone and nothing to do to entertain herself, Pinkie often did all of the work regarding cleaning up. Not that she expected anyone else to do it. After more than a decade of hosting parties, the spry young human couldn’t ask for it to be any other way. Her friends all had different responsibilities to deal with, so it only made sense to take up hers.
Unfortunately, it also meant having to clean an entire mansion by herself. With her friend Rarity’s sister’s birthday having come and gone, Pinkie found herself with a litter-filled wonderland to take care of. Streamers and confetti were sprinkled across the floor, with balloons circling around the ceiling. Suddenly the prospect of hiring a cleaning crew didn’t sound so bad.
But that’s why she was here! With her pins, needles, and ladders in hand, Pinkie climbed her way up to the ceiling. The first swath of balloons laid before her. They gently bounced against the surface as she pulled the first needle.
“Erk, ooh… oh gosh…”
Pinkie groaned. Her legs wobbled. Pulling the needle out of her teeth left a strange pulse up her spine. It ached the longer she stood still. Even shifting it around left her wincing.
Nevertheless, she popped each balloon as the remains fell into the trash cans below. One by one they fell from the sky and into colorful rubber splotches. Watching them go left a pit in Pinkie’s stomach. Of all the things to take care of when it came to cleaning, getting rid of the balloons always stung the most. She blew each one of them up with tender care only to have them die after one party. Even now, she sighed after popping another one.
Eventually, the ceiling was completely clean. Not one balloon could be seen in favor of the gorgeous white roof before her. Though while there were still plenty of other confectioneries left to take care of, the sight of the mini-fridge nearby left Pinkie’s eyebrows raised up to the roof. A break was definitely in order!
Pinkie slid down the ladder and raced towards the fridge. But every step she took only left her with a familiar, twitching feeling from behind. She slowed her pace down to a brisk jog before finally reaching the fridge. There she found a large, creamy, chocolate milkshake waiting for her. It glistened against the light as she snatched it up, licking her lips.
“Ahh, come to Mama- eek!”
Reaching in only left the pain down below reaching up to her shoulders. The further she leaned out, the more Pinkie’s back strained itself. Even moving an inch hurt. Muscles pinched themselves from behind as Pinkie bit her lip. She bit down so hard that she left indents down below. Nothing else she’d ever felt before could compare to this.
She’d only taken a small sip, yet Pinkie couldn’t even continue. Not even the sweet taste could help ease the glass-shattering pain from behind. She put the shake back and slammed the door shut. If she was going to continue, she needed to nip this in the bud now.
With that, Pinkie scooted over to a nearby table and leaned against its long seat. She stretched her back against it until her whole body rested on it. Only then did she rub herself against the surface to try to rub out the bumps. She made sure to slowly comb them over with every move she made; pressing them out until they were smoothed over.
Minutes passed by until Pinkie came to a stop. She rose back only to let out a squeak. The same pain came roaring back, all the way down to her tailbone. Pinkie pinched an eye shut and hopped back onto her feet. From then on, she marched around the room at a slow pace. Her legs stumbled in front of the other as if they were broken. If what Rainbow Dash said was true, then her moving around should alleviate it in some way. She even straightened her posture in order to keep her shoulders tense.
But nothing took away from the snapping feeling from behind. The walking only left her moving slower and slower, until they felt as bad as when she first made her to the fridge. Pinkie eventually came to a stop before crashing onto a nearby chair. Hot wafts escaped her lips as she pinched an eye shut. She rubbed her shoulder with one hand and reached into her pocket with the other. Home remedies weren’t going to help her. If Pinkie wanted to get this fixed, she would need to seek help from real experts.
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Equestria’s Spa loomed over the central plaza in town. For many, it served as a fun way to relax on their days off. But for Pinkie, it served as a place for salvation. The number one spot for getting all her woes straightened out.
Pinkie sat on the bed, twiddling her thumbs. Only five minutes went by since Nurse Redheart began inspecting her body and it felt like two hours. Nothing staved off the creaking feeling from behind. Even sinking into the deep, velvet cushions didn't help. She still pinched an eye shut just stretching her neck back.
All the while, Redheart removed her nylon socks to look over her smooth feet. She held them in her hands before running her hands across them. Only then did she look it over as she squeezed around for any sore spots.
“Ooh, ooh!” Pinkie giggled. “So, what does the diagnosis look like so far, Mrs. Redheart? How bad is it?”
“Well, I definitely know the pain can’t be in your feet. If it’s only spreading down to your ankles, we should be okay.” she reported in a calm, English accent. “Good thing too. If it did extend onwards, we may have to charge you extra.”
The sight of Nurse Redheart chuckling left Pinkie breathing a sigh of relief. Her light blue eyes, cyan suit, pink hair and gentle smile were a sight for sore eyes. But not nearly as much as they were for sore backs. After decades of working at the spa, she’d seen just about anything the world of broken bodies had to offer. If anyone could help Pinkie, it would have to be her and her assistants.
“Okay then, but, how serious is it then? I can’t even reach into the fridge without hurting all over.” whined Pinkie.
“Oh, it’s nothing serious at all, Pinkie.” reported Redheart. “There are a lot of places we’ll have to go over though, but first it would help if I gave my hypothesis based on what you told me.”
“I’m all ears. What did you find?”
Redheart cleared her throat and pulled up her clipboard. “Well, first of all, a lot of the jumping and dancing you’ve done seems to be a big source of the problem. That wouldn’t be so bad on its own, but from what you’ve told me, you seem to be a bit… excessive about it.”
Pinkie pushed her lips out. Her fingers pushed together until they went white. All the times Twilight and her friends told her to stop came playing in her head. Their voices played over each other until she shook her head around.
“Well, I guess I could stand to tone it down a bit.” she said. “How does that hurt my neck though?”
“I would say the pressure is responsible for that.” Redheart stated. “Remember, your entire body is generating all that movement at once whenever you bounce around. There’s a lot of torque to be made just by doing that.”
“Oh gosh, I see. I guess that explains why it’s wrapped around my head kinda…”
Pinkie groaned. A sharp jolt split through the back of her neck and towards her cranium. It left her head pounding as she rubbed it in circles. Redheart stepped forward and moved Pinkie’s hands aside, rubbing her forehead for herself. She always hated seeing a client in distress. Much less one as legendary as Pinkie herself.
“Yes, but it’s not just down there. It’s also spreading throughout your back and legs too. I also couldn’t help but notice your ankles and perhaps even your wrists were hurting too, for some reason…”
“Heh, having to type a lot of invitations takes a lot out of you.”
Redheart nodded. “Right, but not having any support could be hurting you more than you know. We may have to do a full deep tissue massage to try and wring out the pain. Is that going to be okay?”
Her words rang inside Pinkie’s ears as she glanced up to the ceiling. The offer tempted her - oh, did it ever. If Rarity’s words were true, they could have her fixed up in a day. But the pain jolting throughout her neck left Pinkie wincing.
Still, nothing else rivaled the aching sores she felt from behind. And Redheart’s soothing eyes left Pinkie’s shoulders tense. Perhaps taking her offer wouldn't be so bad after all. Walking around to fix it only made her wince just thinking about it.
“Nngh, alright, I’ll do it. I think I could use a deep tissue massage anyway.”
Redheart clapped her hands together and smiled. “Excellent. In that case, I’ll have my assistants come in soon. Until then, I’d ask that you strip down before we start. We’re going to need to cover every inch in order to wring out the devil inside you.”
Turning on her heel, Redheart left Pinkie behind with a red tint across her face. She looked down to see her loose-fitting blue jacket and bright pink skirt still on her. She didn’t know if she should feel stupid for not seeing this coming or suspicious for being told to get naked so soon. Nevertheless, the jolt of pain running down her tailbone left her biting her lip. If she had to strip down to get ready, then so be it.
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A long, blue blanket covered Pinkie’s chest down to her feet. Tufts of pink hair spilled over the table. Both arms were kept side to side, with her eyes shut tight. Pinkie took a deep breath and bobbed her head against the table. It’s the first time she’s gotten to relax since before yesterday. Her body still hurt all over, but it was a far cry compared to the usual sores.
At that moment, Redheart stood over. Those calm, blue eyes - cooler than the ocean - scanned over her chest. Pinkie’s shoulder bones could be seen from the front. They poked out as Redheart moved her hands forward and placed them just below her neck. Oddly enough, she didn’t wear any nail polish today. Pinkie looked so weirdly off without it that it left Redheart’s brow furrowed.
But it didn’t matter. With Pinkie resting on the table, only then did Redheart gently push down across her body until she reached her shoulders.
“Alright, I think everything should be in order. Before we begin, I’d like to put some oil on first. Will that be okay?”
“Sure will. I heard from Fluttershy it goes well here anyway. So, go right ahead.”
Redheart nodded and pulled out a bottle of oil. A small dollop the size of a pea squirted out in the palm of her hand. Rubbing both of them together coated them in nothing but oil as she rolled down Pinkie’s shoulder blades once again.
The smell graced her nose as Pinkie sighed. She sniffed the air a few more times, only to find the scent of coconuts in return. They washed over her body as Redheart glazed over them a few more times. Pinkie’s shiny, smooth skin glistened against the light. Her shoulders tickled Redheart’s hands with Pinkie’s neck being coated soon afterwards. The oil settled into her skin. Now it was time for the true main event.
With both her hands out on Pinkie’s neck again, Redheart reeled back all the way to her shoulders. They reached the top and circled around to the neck. Fingers coursed up to the ears until Pinkie’s hairline could be felt. Typically, the scalp contained a decent amount of pressure whenever the neck started hurting. It would take some gentle, but still firm squeezes in order to get it out.
But Redheart shrugged it off. Her hands cupped the top of Pinkie’s shoulder while her thumbs graced the edges of her neck. Only when the rest of her fingers caught up to the neck did Redheart apply more pressure. Flesh shriveled up as Redheart reached the scalp again, just to have it go down once she reached back over to Pinkie’s chest.
Five minutes crawled by as Pinkie melted against the table. Redheart combed her shoulders multiple times over until she pulled out. With her left hand planted onto the right side of Pinkie’s chest and the other balled up into a small fisther hands before her, Redheart slid her fist into the side of her neck as her flat hand coursed down below.
Pinkie didn’t even feel a thing as Redheart tilted her neck to the side. Redheart’s knuckles burrowed their way in as she repeated the process again. Though oddly enough, the knuckles left her eyelids heavier than anything else. The way they nuzzled around while her other hand slid down her body dissolved the pain from above. It felt like small cats were budging their heads against her body; poking and prodding her into playing back.
“Ahhh, ughhh…”
Pinkie’s mutters were music to Redheart’s ears. Every point she hit left her moaning. Even as she combed through her for the fifth time, Pinkie still sighed as the Redheart’s magic worked itself through. Redheart’s hands were so warm; so gentle on her. She can’t believe she didn’t come here sooner.
Eventually, Redheart tilted Pinkie’s head to the right and repeated the process on the left. Her knuckles once again burrowed in Pinkie’s neck while her hand flattened out the top.
All the while, Pinkie remained quiet, outside of sighing every so often. She grinned from ear-to-ear before cracking an eye open, only to find a soothing, gentle feeling following her. The pain she felt once before on her right side was already gone. It still stung on the left, but Redheart’s massage made short work of it in time. Knuckles budged against her neck as Pinkie closed her eyes and let the sensation wash her over. After what felt like so long, she could finally move her head again.
“Nnngh… ugh, that hits the spot.” Pinkie mumbled. “Right there, keep going right there…”
And keep going she did. Redheart’s right hand glided up to her shoulder while the other made quick work of Pinkie’s problems. In about a few minutes, the sore spots on the left side of her neck wore off. Not once did Redheart rush through or go any faster. She kept at the same speed as she started. She didn’t want to go too fast or leave something undone. All she wanted was for Pinkie to relax and let her get through to her.
Eventually, Redheart stopped and moved Pinkie’s head up forward. She moved it both sides before opening her eyes. It took everything in her power to not drop her jaw. The pain in her neck was gone. She moved her head to the side to see Redheart staring back at her with a smile. Jolts of agony could still be felt down beneath, but it didn’t matter. If she could move her head now, she was ready for anything.
“Wow, thanks Redheart… I’m feeling, mmm, better already.” mumbled Pinkie.
“Don’t thank me yet. We’ve only just begun.” she said. “Next, I’ll have you flip over so we can do your shoulders and back. Is that okay?”
”Yup, yup. Looking forward to it already.”
Pinkie grinned back at Redheart. From then on, the best was about to come.
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A blanket of darkness shrouded Pinkie’s vision. Her face nestled against a pillow as Redheart loomed over, massage oil in tow. Once again, another dollop or so squirted out into her hands as she rubbed them together. She spread across her back until it was completely coated, just like her neck.
With that settled, Redheart placed her fingers against the back of Pinkie’s shoulder and pressed down. The pressure seeped in like a small poke. Fingers nestled into her skin until she places the other hand on top. Then she pressed down on her hand and glided down to her armpit.
Surprisingly, it felt much more tense than her neck. Just the way her hand reached down only to find bumpy sores all around left Redheart’s brow furrowed. After reaching the end, Redheart pulled out and looked back at Pinkie; face still nuzzled within the pillow.
“Alright, Pinkie. For this next one, I’ll need you to do a little moving with your arms.” Redheart said. “You’ll just have to move them slowly out while I go down and then back once I go up. We’ll repeat these a few times until it’s been settled. Are you ready?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Pinkie’s muffle hid her hopeful enthusiasm. But Redheart could still see right through it. With that, her hands resumed position as Pinkie once again felt the same pressure being applied to her shoulder.
As Redheart’s hands slid down, Pinkie’s arm went out. It craned towards the side of the bed as Redheart’s hands reached her armpits. Her fingertips graced her from underneath, only to pull away at the last moment. Flesh rode up as Redheart skirted back with Pinkie’s arm following suit. She touched the side of her hip again while Redheart’s hands glided back down, prompting her to jolt back out.
Not a word was spoken between the two of them. Redheart’s eyes remained locked on Pinkie’s back. Just like with her neck, she didn’t bother with going any faster than how she currently went. The pace from her fingers coupled with her graceful pressure was more than enough. Every time she went back down, more flesh caved downwards and went back up. She moved them along like a machine; jerking Pinkie’s body down and rising back up.
It felt therapeutic to say the least. Watching the big puff of hair that made up Pinkie’s head shift whenever she applied pressure to her back left Redheart in a silent, yet curious, state of mind. Her eyes glistened against the light. Pinkie’s skin felt smoother than any other customer she saw. The way it meshed in with her hands and pumped back out was mesmerizing. She could watch her skin flap back as long as she wanted.
Pinkie, on the other hand, continued to moan within her pillow. When compared to the neck massage from a few minutes ago, the shoulder pressure blew it out of the water. Already the creaks in her back melted away whenever Redheart went over them. She shifted them around so much that moving her arm became clockwork. Just moving it up to feel her hands coming down her buttery body made her groan. Not even taking a warm bath could beat something as soothing as Redheart’s embrace.
“Ugh… mmmm, agh…”
Pinkie groaned as her voice drowned out within the pillow. Tissue tensed outwards the farther Redheart’s hands went. By now, the procedure devolved into clockwork. Just tilting her arm in and out for Redheart to get into left Pinkie in a lackadaisical trance. Nothing else she ever experienced came close.
Not even shifting her other arm to the side once Redheart began working there broke her space. If anything, it just left Pinkie in a continued loop of tranquility. The fluffy texture of the pillow and the movement of Redheart’s hands fizzled out into white noise. Her tissues softened the more Redheart moved along; eventually gliding towards the sides of her spine.
But no matter where she went, Pinkie fell in love. Redheart slid the back of her fingers as she moved Pinkie’s arm across and it still didn’t make a difference. The sore shots she went through above just going for her milkshake went away - replaced with a silky sensation that left her shoulders rejuvenated. It may only be a start, but gosh if it didn’t feel so good.
Redheart wiped the sweat off her brow. Cracking her fingers left her with a small grin on her face. Her eyes trickled down until she saw Pinkie’s elbows waiting for her down below.
“Alright, next we should move on to the elbows while we can.” Redheart stated. “This shouldn’t be too hard to get out of the way, so hopefully after this we can move on to your hands.”
“Unngh, what should I do?”
“Keep your forearm cocked up with your elbow on the ground. I’ll do the rest from then on out.”
Complying with her orders, Pinkie stretched her elbow out as Redheart’s fingers plunged into her forearm. Her other hand took hold of Pinkie’s wrist while her fingers strummed down to her elbow. From there, Redheart trickled across her arm as if she were playing with a fiddle; meticulously stroking it while also making sure to jump back up again.
Redheart’s eyes perked up. The tension down below Pinkie’s elbows were more mellow than she expected. She could still feel bumps layered across her body, but they were in far smaller numbers than before. Perhaps it helped that skin felt the smoothest around there, meshing with her fingers along the way.
Despite this, Redheart’s flow didn’t change. She continued to pace herself by rubbing Pinkie’s arm as her thumb reached the center. Even as she switched over to the other elbow, Redheart didn’t go any faster. She wanted Pinkie to enjoy herself. To fall back against the tranquil atmosphere she created the further along she went. Anything else would be a fool’s errand.
Next, Redheart straightened Pinkie’s arm out and placed her elbow onto Pinkie’s flat forearm. Once again, she moved at a glacial pace until she reached the end. Both elbows tensed up until Redheart let them go. Smoothing them out would be her final step. The last thing she’d have to do in order to fix any creases in Pinkie’s body.
Yet Pinkie didn’t even move once. She kept her elbows in position for whenever Redheart went by them, but otherwise she stayed still. Never at any point did Redheart’s presence break her from her zen. If anything, her eyelids grew heavier until the bumps in her elbows were gone. All she could left was Redheart’s thumbs poking around for any sores that could be left; occasionally pressing upwards on her muscles to free any tension left. She twisted her thumbs across both elbows before scooting over to her hands, once again wiping the sweat from brow.
Fingers interlocked as Redheart softly, but firmly gripped Pinkie’s palm. Her thumb and pointer fingers around Pinkie’s pinky until the former burrowed itself in. From there, it’s a matter of wringing out the tension within her palms. Pushing them out and freeing up whatever bumps might still be there.
Strangely enough, Redheart couldn’t help but bite her lip going through Pinkie’s palms. They were surprisingly soft to the touch in spite of the pain she went through. Prodding through them with her felt like she was going through butter. In a way, it made sense for someone like her to be so smooth. For handling all the party decorations and settings, it would benefit to keep her hands clean while working. Though in a way, perhaps that might be why she felt sore there now. Typing all those invites must not have helped either.
For all of this, however, Pinkie simply moaned and let Redheart’s hands have their way. Feeling them slip past her fingers and burrow into palms left her giggling in-between her groans. She didn’t feel all of her energy coming back, but now she could at least say she was just low on gas rather than running on fumes. Even as Redheart moved on to the other hand, she still smiled to herself.
“Ugh, heh, mngh…”
Muscles popped within Pinkie’s hand as Redheart’s fingers meshed through. The more they circled around her palm, the more bumps they glazed over. It actually made her hands feel smoother upon every rub. As if her efforts mixed with the oil moistened Pinkie up even further.
Rigid bits of flesh found themselves squishing up as Redheart laid down the finishing touches, stopping once both of Pinkie’s hands melted into hers. And with that, the top part of her body had been fixed. Maybe even upgraded beyond how it felt before.
“Alright, Pinkie. We’re gonna have to flip you over for this next one.” Redheart stated. “For the last few touches, I’ll be going over your ankles and your legs. Are you ready?”
“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”
Pinkie’s enthusiasm bubbled. Perfect. Once Redheart started the last few steps, it would reach its fever pitch once again.
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The teal ceiling off the massage room greeted Pinkie once again. For a while, she’d forgotten what it looked like. Yet seeing it again did leave her snuggling up against the bed. As if its familiar presence comforted her during these final hours.
Redheart leaned over her with the oil spreading across her legs. By now, they’d crossed every bridge together from her head down to her hands. All that’s left were her ankles and legs - the source of most of her stress. If Redheart’s diagnosis was to be believed, then having to iron out all the kinks from within wouldn’t be pretty. But by the end, they would definitely be satisfying.
“Alright, that should be the last of it. Are you ready, Pinkie?” asked Redheart. “After this, we should be all good to go.”
“Mmm, don’t hold back Redheart.” grumbled Pinkie.
With a firm nod in response, Redheart’s hands glazed over Pinkie’s leg together. They raced up to her hips before sliding back down below; starting from the calf and reaching up to the top.
Whenever Redheart went up, her fingers delved into Pinkie’s hamstrings until both hands were cupped around them. Rubbing the inner thigh however made Redheart’s eyes perk up. Every time she went by it, the pressure from within pulsed in her hands. It beat against them as she went by at a leisurely, yet still firm pace.
All the while, Pinkie’s moans grew sharper in volume. What once were cries of joy became more cracked and pitched the deeper Redheart went. Suddenly, all the pain she went through yesterday came back. Stepping across the floor only to have bursts of aching sores run up her again, except now someone was applying pressure to them.
“Nya, ahh! Ahh, uugh, ohhh…”
Pinkie bit her lip as Redheart continued to massage her leg. The agonizing pain still shot up, but the further Redheart went along, something else came in. A strange, lethargic sensation roared through her thigh and blended in with the pain below. As if someone poured hot water into a cool bath - mixing two differing temperatures together for something chillingly warm.
For all of this, however, it didn’t change the sudden jolts that sprung up whenever Redheart dug into her legs. The most pressure this came from rested within her bones. Whenever she poked by, they blistered inside Pinkie yet only grew duller the longer Redheart finessed with them; starting off raw and ending in a mulled fit.
Redheart soon changed gears and started stroking Pinkie’s calves. Deep, through stretches could be felt all across them and down to Pinkie’s soles. Sharp shots of pain flew up her leg once more as Pinkie let out another tired yelp. The feeling left her body tingling, but the sensations before it were agonizing. Her moans grew louder as Redheart continued and only became more verbose once she switched over to her other leg.
“Ughh, agh! Yeah, right there, right there…”
The noises all fizzled into background noise for Redheart. By now, she had dug herself so firmly into Pinkie that it became second nature for her. Fiddling with her plush, yet still sore legs left her ignoring all other things around her. She wanted to push through and find where she could best fix Pinkie’s parts. To leave her client feeling more alive than ever before. Even gracing the bones inside her once again just to feel the most pressure resting inside was more of a game to her.
Redheart went over the other calf as Pinkie’s moans simmered down. The bumps came few and far between what she experienced before. No matter where Redheart went, she couldn’t find anything else left to push out. All she found was soft, supple flesh waiting for her across Pinkie’s legs. Which meant the last of her tension had to be resting within only one other area.
“Alright, that should cover the legs. Next, I’m going to go over the ankles.” Redheart said. “Are you ready, Pinkie?”
“Mmm, go for it. I’m ready for just about anything.”
Redheart nodded. “If you insist.”
Strumming down to her feet and back up top, Redheart’s hand graced Pinkie’s ankles. The left one rubbed her ankle while the other held onto her foot; holding her together and checking for any bumps.
In return Pinkie’s lips quivered. Her ankle throbbed just having Redheart push around it. Every stroke she made left her gasping and sighing. The pain she experienced from her legs increased tenfold. They strained down to her feet as she laid her back against the table.
Just like before, she could still feel flourishes of comforting chills flowing back inside her. Whenever Redheart trickled up Pinkie’s ankle, it was always followed by the feeling of glass shattering inside her, only for it to be smoothed out afterward. That’s how it’s been for every other part of her body.
But her ankles throbbed more and more with each passing visit. While her legs arguably hurt worse, the agony her ankles were going through made the session feel much longer than it should. Which is why the bliss that came afterwards felt so rewarding. Wincing through the first few shots of pain only to be greeted with a gentle wave the next second helped Pinkie see it through.
“Now, I meant to say this sooner,” said Redheart, “but while I was going through your diagnosis, I couldn’t help but notice most of the pain you were going through came from your legs.”
“Uh, y-yeah?” Pinkie asked.”
“Yes, and I think I might know the culprit. It’s the jumping you do while you’re partying. It seems to be causing a great amount of tension down in your feet…”
Proving her point, Redheart squeezed Pinkie’s sole and heel with her hands. Hot flashes ravished Pinkie’s foot. They flooded up to her ankle and stopped down at her soles. She whimpered as Redheart held on; continuing her explanation in the process.
“I know jumping must be a good way of getting exercise, but doing so much will only hurt you. And those high-heel boots you mentioned before aren’t helping matters either. So promise me that you’ll hold off on doing it in excess, will you?”
“Nngh, yes, yes, I will!” Pinkie blurted.
“Good. As long as you also pay attention to those joints, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Especially when you have legs as firm as these…”
The fit of tight pain and chilling relaxation takes some adjusting. Whereas the rest of her body could adjust to the sudden bouts in-between, Pinkie’s legs and ankles stung on another level. One moment, they would throb in Redheart’s grands only to be washed out the next. Muscles inside her ankles squished out with every squeeze Redheart made. It was unlike anything Pinkie experienced before.
But the longer Redheart continued, the more Pinkie sighed and went along. Her familiar stride came back. The twisting pain in her ankles fizzled out in favor of another mellow wave. She yawned and rested back against the table; eyelids growing heavier every moment.
The world around her turned into a blur. Darkness shrouded the corners of her eyes as Pinkie licked her lips. Yet again, the pain she felt before became blanketed by Redheart’s embrace. Coupled with the rest of her body being throughly run out and she couldn’t even kee her eyes open. Tingles ran across her figure as Redheart’s massage became impossible to register. She could still feel something going across her ankles and her feet, but it more so came off as a light whisper than anything.
Another yawn escaped Pinkie’s lips as she shut her eyes. The last things she remembered was the sound of Redheart’s voice from far away and ankles lightening against a fuzzy embrace.
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Thirty minutes went by before Pinkie saw the light of day. When she came through, she didn’t know what to think. It took a few minutes to readjust to her surroundings and even longer to stand up. Not because she still hurt, but because she couldn’t get over how soft she felt.
Every step Pinkie took left her eyebrows shooting up to the roof. Whenever she took a step, her legs skipped across the ground as if she were young again. Getting back into their colorful clothes didn’t strain her one bit. She could move her arms, legs, and head around with no problem whatsoever. She even jumped around for a few moments only to find herself still swinging and moving.
Granted she didn’t jump as much as she normally did. While the thought of bouncing around thrilled her, Pinkie knew it would be wise to heed Redheart’s warnings going forward. That didn’t mean she would stop completely, but rather she would simply hold off until she was ready.
“Wooo, hoo! I feel better than I ever have before!” Pinkie cheered. “Thanks so much, Redheart! I really couldn’t have done this without you.”
Redheart nodded and smiled. The faint gleam in her eyes grew as she glanced away from Pinkie. It wasn’t anything too big, but hearing a client shower her with praise always left her grinning like an idiot. Especially if they were someone as big as Pinkie herself.
“The pleasure is all mine, Pinkie Pie. Just be sure to follow my advice going forward, will you?” asked Redheart.
“Of course! I don’t ever wanna stop feeling this good.” she said. “By the way, there’s something I wanted to ask about while I’m still here.”
“Oh? What might that be?”
Pinkie tapped her feet and smiled. “Wooooould you be willing to let me be a student? After today, I’d love to study your skills sometime, and I can’t think of anyone more qualified than you! What do you say?”
Silence. The only thing that filled the room as Redheart paused. Her face mellowed out. Eyes darted away to the walls again as she thought it over.
Has her time with Pinkie really left that much of an impression on her? She would never have expected someone as spontaneous as her to want to work with something so meticulous. But even now, the radiating look in Pinkie’s eyes said otherwise. They stared into Redheart, not moving once throughout the quiet ordeal. All the while, Pinkie continued to smile at her as if nothing happened.
Perhaps this enthusiasm could be put to good use. Having someone with so much boundless energy on board wouldn’t hurt, provided she had the right discipline. There were plenty of people in Equestria that could use a deep tissue massage out there. Who’s to say someone like Pinkie wouldn’t be able to do them justice? Especially with muscles like hers. And especially with a knack for bringing people together too.
