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“Oh no, no no no, that won’t do at all, darling,” Rarity’s mutters grew to a fever pitch as she stalked the room, daylight casting fire on her face. “You cannot just wing it. As a matter of fact, you are in no position to handle a boy at all!”
“Good morning, Rarity,” Fluttershy blearily moaned, patiently reminding the frantically searching teenager that the conversation between her and Big Mac had lasted no more than few minutes, never left the topic of the day’s studies, and ended with his looking forward to lunch with his sister. Then, seeing as Rarity showed no signs of stopping, Fluttershy buried her head in the pillows and burrowed beneath the lavender blankets in a vain attempt to block out the ensuing frenzy.
Fluttershy knew Rarity could be obsessive at times, and had over time become quite used to her sometimes violently emphatic flights of fancy. However, the moment she even mentioned her interaction with Mac a switch seemed to turn in her head, and where before stood a politely interested fashionista now beheld a bizarre mix of “sultry prostitute” and “gibbering, hungry animal.” Fluttershy then opted to spend the night simply because she had never seen such a thing before.
“I have just the thing. Just the thing, now where did I put it?” Half-spent bobbins of gold woven into fine thread came flying off of Rarity’s haphazard bookshelf, revealing more sewing supplies, unfinished homework, and all manner of knicknacks that someday might’ve found a home in one of her masterpieces.
“What could you possibly be- AAH!” Fluttershy squealed and recoiled as a huge crochet needle embedded itself into the bed frame above her head. “R-really, Rarity, it was really just one conversation! You don’t need to go to the trouble of all this-”
“Dearie, how many times have you seen Big Mac before?” A mysterious shadow took to the corner of Rarity’s face. “Don’t you think he’s a little hard to miss?”
“Well, yes, but-”
“Applejack keeps him all to herself!” Rarity ruminated angrily. “She hides him away because she knows that every girl in school wants him. Her ‘precious, vulnerable big brother-’ sometimes I wonder about those two…” Then she turned to Fluttershy and gripped her intensely by the shoulders. “You’ve seen him! He appears to you! … Don’t you want to take your part of him?”
“Oh no, Rarity, I’m not interested in that stuff,” Fluttershy smiled wanly back at her. “We don’t have to-”
“But we must!” Rarity suddenly leapt back onto the mattress so her frightened bedfellow could see the demented, calculating look in her eye, setting a fire to her curling hair and standing her posture out in sharp angles. “Dearie, you must be prepared to seize every moment, one after the next. Perhaps Applejack will get struck by lightning! Or a limo! And what will you do then, Fluttershy? Will you be as drab as you came to me last night, or will you be-” With a snap of her fingers, she produced an old brochure for “Verabloom Healing,” a place even Fluttershy knew as the foremost spa within a reasonable distance from the school. “- glowing, supple, and simply… irresistible?”
“Oh no, there’s no way I could ever do something like that,” Fluttershy gingerly pushed the paper back to Rarity. “That sounds like a lot of social interaction and I just don’t think I-”
She gulped as Rarity stared intensely back at her and pushed the paper into her chest.
“U-um,” she tried again in a tinier voice. “I don’t have the money for a trip like that.”
“Oh! Well if that’s all,” the hawkish shadow over Rarity’s features evaporated and her smile grew softer.
A meaningful glance down at the thin paper showed them a surprisingly simple style of checkboxes to be filled in with the treatment desired, ringed with faded pink flowers on an apple-green backing. It was passably fancy, of course, but nowhere near what both of them had come to expect from the town’s most expensive spa house- as a matter of fact, it was the sort of style one might find in an online template for cheap invitations. More interesting, however, were the marks on the paper that it fairly obviously had not been printed with. Most of the boxes bore some kind of graphite shadow, where they had been filled in and carefully erased many times, and the whole front side of the flowery page was interspersed with dull red stamps.
“Just tell them Ra-Ra sent you.” She pulled out a pencil and filled in one of the boxes. “Oh dear, you can hardly see it…” The graphite shadow was so deep that despite her best efforts, she could have hardly shaded was ostensibly already black any darker. “Just make sure to ask them for the Full, Full Service. They might hesitate at first, but you must be resolute! It is the perfect thing for you.”
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” Fluttershy smiled back at her. “Any old massage will do…”
The catlike smile crept back onto Rarity’s face, and she airily brushed some of her curly bangs away from her face and she stared down at Fluttershy like an abnormally intelligent beast, about to explain to its prey how it was going to be eaten.
“Uh-” Fluttershy tried to step back, but Rarity’s hand caught her and dragged her closer to her chest.
“Poor, sweet Fluttershy,” They were so close together that Rarity’s whispers were heard as clearly as an openly spoken word. Her free hand gently stroked Fluttershy’s hair as the other kept their chests pressed firmly against one another. “Boys- and their cocks- wait for no one. They gravitate toward the ones that captivate their attention, through effervescent charm, sheer energy, or-” Her fingers danced playfully across the crest of Fluttershy’s perfectly sized breasts. “-other means. But all of this requires one constant, my dear, and that is the ability to hold them, to chase them, and frankly, a higher state of mental fortitude than them. You always want the boys to be the nervous ones…”
Already Fluttershy was stiff as a board and her expression tied up in knots, thoroughly stressed at the mere concept. A deer caught in headlights might’ve told her to take a few deep breaths.
“And that is so clearly not you,” Rarity went on. “You are coming of the age when boys are in season, and the inability to hunt is a deficiency I shall not tolerate in any one of my friends. Off with you now! Go! Get the Full, Full Service, darling!”
She managed to push the brochure into Fluttershy’s hands and shoved her out the door.
“You'll thank me later!” And slammed it behind her.
A gentle smile passed over Rarity’s face as she watched Fluttershy stand there, shivering in a fugue state of nervousness in confusion. Eventually her brain would catch up with reality- and so it did, however tentatively, a few minutes of newborn goat legs later. Rarity’s smile only grew wider as Fluttershy came to her senses and doddered down the road, stark as if a bolt of lightning had waltzed down the street, spanked her, and then shoved a dowel rod of stainless steel up her butt. She shut the curtains as the thought came to her, as too wide of a smile in public would have been unseemly.
But more grateful for the refuge were the shadows surrounding the influencer. She had fashioned the bobber, and her old partners at the spa were busy gussying up the lure- all that was left between her and the Big one was the line with which she would reel him in.
Verabloom Healing sat not far from Canterlot High School, to take advantage of the endless stream of girls coming off from a long day or week, as well as the occasional boy. Though business was always good from the locals, it tended to tick up quite a bit in the afternoon, when school ended, and especially at the tail end of monthly test cycles and sports games. And during prom season, when the “boy hunters” were out and about, appointments were so desirable that Aloe and Lotus, the spa house’s founders, actually cut them off to prevent overbooking.
The end result was a sordidly long line of gossipy prom-goers stretching out the door, around the street, and wrapping around the sidewalk. Fluttershy stuck out like a sore thumb in that sea of vivid colors and tight clothing, not to mention the raucous volume of conversation and the raunchiness of topic.
“So, Minuette, how are you and Bulk doing for the prom?” A girl in a black sports bra and matching tights leered over her similarly dressed friend. The speaker featured long red-and-lavender hair and fair, wonderfully smooth skin, with a pair of charming glasses helping her in radiating a powerful sense of sensuality across her partners in line.
“Please,” the one called Minuette scoffed. Though she had a similar disposition to her friend, and the rich blue hair to complement her, some intangible sense of smaller aura made her the subordinate. “You know him. He’s got all the subtlety of a steam train.” She grabbed her partner by the inviting cameltoe of her yoga tights and squeezed. “Like that, yeah? That’s how he asks.”
“Mmmm… Yeah, I’ve had some like that too,” Fluttershy recognized the first girl as an inveterate flirt named Moon Dancer. “How are his ‘assets?’ Are they at least worth it?”
“Ugh- No, not in a million years. The few times we’ve done it, he stank. I don’t know what he does besides exercise, but he was drenched with sweat before we even got down to bed! And as for the main course…” Minuette drew her hands dramatically across her face, and lowered her voice so that only the nearest twenty prom-goers could listen in and nod with sympathy. “Just between you and me, I think those anabolics have taken a toll on his ‘development.’”
“God, girl, you need to get another,” Moon Dancer clapped Minuette on the shoulder and ran her hand invitingly down her friend’s curves down to her waist. “After our massage, I’ll rustle up a fresh lineup of boys for you to try out. Sound good?”
”You know it!”
By this time, Fluttershy was steaming red and hiding within her shadow’s shadow, smaller than the ants compared to these titans of society. She took her childish, loose butterfly t-shirt and long shorts and turned to one of her less significant partners in line, feeling pressured to make some kind of conversation.
“Um, I like your shirt…” Fluttershy glanced down at the iridescent crop-top that her line-partner wore, wired and dressed to perk up her chest.
Despite the supplemental clothing, this girl’s best efforts could never boast a greater cup size than Fluttershy, and the natural roughness of her tanned skin meant that simply matching Fluttershy’s natural glow would be an ordeal for the masseurs. Nevertheless, she had the presence to turn a pitying look on Fluttershy. If she had said that any less pathetically, it said, there would have been a stinging barb in store. Instead, she and her apple-green hair gave Fluttershy a little piteous headpat.
Fluttershy whimpered like a sad puppy and shrank back into her shadow’s shadow’s shadow. She remained silent until the line brought her up to Verabloom’s impressive lobby.
There she could not help but moue at the enormity of the three story, marble and stonecraft building. Most of it was faux, of course, or paneled, but rumor had it that during its rebuilding from the ground up, Rarity had somehow managed to weasel her way into the genuine article for the most stylish and interactive highlights. The reception area stood a sharp left to the doorway, giving room for a generous, open air artificial hot spring for customers to soak in, ringed in by supporting columns and potted plants.
Fluttershy blushed as she saw the girls from earlier fingering each other in the bath, just barely enshrouded by the steam. Every so often, one of their companions in the pool would splash over to join in, leaving politely after a few quiet orgasms. Though she would never dream of such impropriety herself, Fluttershy could hardly deny her thumping heart at the sight, and she rubbed her legs together in vain to try and dispel the embarrassing wetness that was pooling down below.
”I see somebody likes what they see,” A sultry voice broke through Fluttershy’s brief reverie. Though the exotic accent was somewhat stilted, the speaker employed the tone in such a musical manner that the quirk was rather charming rather than odd. “I’m glad. We don’t have the staff to police the bath, and it is unsettling for some… Ah! But you are here for a massage. What can we do for you today?”
“I…” Fluttershy tried to swallow her social anxiety. “I’d like a ‘Full, Full Service,’ please. A friend recommended it to me.”
She quickly produced Rarity’s brochure, as if that would provide some corroboration for her. The receptionist paused as she accepted the paper, scanning the cheap brochure up and down with a special interest. She brushed her gorgeous, sky-sapphire blue hair behind her and even gave it a cursory sweep with a magnifying glass while Fluttershy watched, feeling more and more like she was about to puke from sheer nervousness. Eventually, the girl reached down to a console hidden on her side of the desk and punched a button.
”Sister,” she leaned down into a similarly hidden microphone. “Please come down to the desk. Immediately.”
Then she looked back up at Fluttershy, sizing her up. “Now this is interesting…” She probed Fluttershy’s modest clothing from across the desk, giving her shirt a little tug to test the fabric. “Ah! Forgive me for being so bold, but who might you be?”
“I’m- I’m Fluttershy,” Fluttershy answered. “Rarity sent me.”
“Mm, that makes sense. It would explain your… unique disposition, yes, and your exotic request. You should know, it is a promotion we have not offered in some time. Actually…” the blue-haired receptionist trailed off. “Actually, it is one the police asked us rather specifically to stop.”
“Another request for a Extra Full Service, Aloe?” Fluttershy could only assume this new speaker was Aloe’s twin sister, judging from the similarly limiting accent and that same, delightful face. The only thing different about this “Lotus-“ That was what her nametag read- was flowing locks of pink fairytale hair and the snow-white outfit of a masseuse rather than her sister’s more formal garb. “I don’t care how eager you are, but we do not do that anymore.”
“Come on now, sister, she has Rarity’s ticket,” Aloe meaningfully handed Lotus the brochure. “That doesn’t mean anything to you?”
“… More than I think is healthy, actually,” Lotus pocketed the overmarked brochure, then placed her hand on her sister’s shoulder with politely restrained reproach. “Did you bring me down here just to verify Rarity’s card?”
“Well, I do so enjoy what comes next,” Aloe smiled brightly at Fluttershy and gave her a wink. “I just wanted us both to be here when I pulled out the key.”
Just as she finished speaking, she withdrew a short, toothy steel dowel from its slot on her desk. Now free to move, whatever heavy mechanism the desk was concealing clicked open and spun to a resounding metallic shut, and moments later the heated water valves supplying the lobby’s jacuzzi silently stopped pumping. No sooner had the guests realized this did the breakers slam open in their box, plunging the whole spa into cold darkness with a sudden, loud crack.
Fluttershy screamed as loud as she could- very quietly- and made for the exit, but found Lotus’s arm around hers in a tight but gentle grip.
”What- What are you-“ she stammered, still reeling from the fright.
”Shhhh,” Lotus whispered soothingly. “Come with me.”
Lotus and Fluttershy passed the rest of the spa’s customers and employees, watching them at times as the lesser masseurs escorted everyone, themselves included, out of the building. Once they were sure that they had passed everyone, and that there were no stragglers lost in the relative dark, they looped around and made their way back to the front desk.
All the while, Lotus’s hand gripped Fluttershy’s, her fingers stroking the nervous girl’s palm, reassuring in a professionally soothing way that she was among friends. As they walked, Lotus felt Fluttershy’s pulse slow from racing to normal, even dipping at times to a level she might have normally expected from someone who was napping. Then she scanned her soon-to-be patient, taking in the natural smoothness of her body; the lack of creases and the glowing tenderness that Fluttershy exuded as she glided down the hallway. Lotus might have even succumbed to a growing urge to kiss her if they hadn’t then made their way again into the lobby.
“That everyone, Lotus?” Aloe spoke up, snapping the tempted masseuse back to her senses.
”Y-yes, sister, of course,” she nodded, quickly moving over to the doors to shut and bar them.
Once the security shutters were down over the ground floor windows, Aloe slid the huge steel key back into place, and after a few moments of well-oiled hydraulic spin up, the spa was up and humming to life again.
”Apologies for the theatrics,” Aloe grinned at Fluttershy. “Our Full, Full Service is best experienced in private, where the two of us can express our undivided attention onto you.”
“And there’s less risk of the police finding out.”
“That too, sister dear,” Aloe’s grin only widened. “Come, come! There’s much in store for you.”
Lotus led them on a short tour of the facility, with Aloe lagging a bit between her and Fluttershy while she changed from her receptionist outfit to that of a masseuse to match her sister. For the third time that day, Fluttershy flushed and struggled to temper her breathing as Aloe sultrily stripped off her overcoat, followed by her undershirt, and stepped out of her fallen pants with a little more difficulty. The only things still left to Fluttershy’s overclocked imagination were covered by slim, elastic red panties and a matching bra, but the sculpted shape of Aloe’s body ultimately made such rote points of interest unnecessary. Though her light skin might have suffered without proper care, the treatment of her own facility had done wonders to keep it glowing on par with Fluttershy’s own, and the silky sky-blue hair that swayed as she walked gave the appearance of a tender forest nymph walking the spa’s halls. Turning back to complete the look, she wore a sweet smile with a tantalizing smattering of attitude that practically made Fluttershy moan as she swooned. She was sure her panties were damp now.
But the vision from heaven was not to last, as Aloe very quickly whisked on a crisp white tunic and pressed on. Now properly dressed, the two sisters ushered Fluttershy into a luxurious suite complete with a massage table, manicuring chairs, a small soak for exfoliation, and, curiously enough, a bed.
The massage began with a simple manicure, although both Aloe and Lotus fussed over every clip and filing as if they were pruning an ornamental tree. With the roughness on her nails slowly being buffed to utter perfection, Fluttershy had plenty of time to survey her surroundings. Though plenty lit with healthy yellow light and heated to a cozy perfection, the unfacaded walls grafted into the ceiling told a curious story about the room’s seniority compared to its peers.
“As you no doubt know, we did not always have such an… expansive facility,” Aloe followed her gaze. “We started in this very room- just a little shack- providing the very same service you are receiving now.”
She took Fluttershy’s hand and blew away the nail-dust to survey her handiwork, taking the opportunity to stare hungrily into Fluttershy’s eyes.
“The… climax… of our unique service and our earnestness in performing it made us famous,” Aloe whispered, returning Fluttershy’s hand to her side and taking a seductive perch on her lap. “Your manicure went quite quickly. Shall we move on?”
Even though she was less than interested in the sexy peacocking that other girls made their stock and trade, Fluttershy still took good care of the finer details of her appearance, on the kind basis that one who could not care of herself hardly had any business taking care of others. Thus, even experienced preeners like Aloe and Lotus found her nails to be an approvingly gold standard.
Lotus led her to a massage bed next.
“Fluttershy, yes?” Finding and discerning Fluttershy’s muscle groups through her loose t-shirt was difficult, but not impossible for her. It was the ability to complete that sort of task that separated the sisters from their employees, but nevertheless, her clothes would only be getting in the way from now on. “I am going to remove your shirt and shorts now, okay?”
“What?” Fluttershy sat up, practically steaming with nervous redness. “U-um, I mean… Why?”
“It is-“ Lotus found herself being interrupted again by her sister.
”Why, it’s the massage you ordered, dear,” Aloe soothed her, leading her up by the hand and nestling her close to her chest. “But I can understand the nervousness. It’s very… vulnerable, yes… to find yourself naked before two strangers…” She crooned, tenderly nudging Fluttershy’s chin up to her eyes. “Here. I’ll go first.”
Still holding onto Fluttershy with one hand, Aloe slipped out of her white masseuse tunic, leaving her once again glowing in her red lingerie.
“Go ahead,” she whispered so quietly to Fluttershy not even her sister could hear her. “Touch me wherever you’d like.”
Fluttershy stood there frozen for a few seconds, weighing her options. Then she reached out slowly, like a mouse testing the integrity of a trap, and wrapped her own arm around Aloe’s midriff, feeling the warm softness of her body. The smooth, warm sensation on her hand quickly became a tactile pleasure for her, and Fluttershy became mesmerized in exploring Aloe’s gorgeously sculpted curves.
“Mmmm~” Aloe moaned as Fluttershy’s hands roamed just underneath her breasts and danced around her thighs, sometimes just barely nicking the cameltoe of her red panties. “That’s it…”
Then, with the expert fingers of a surgeon, Aloe produced a tiny razor blade, clicking out from under one of her long index fingernails. Quickly but carefully, so as to not injure her hypnotized patient, she pinched Fluttershy’s t-shirt and pulled it forward ever so slightly, cutting it in half from collar to waist hem in a single deft movement. In another brief flex of the finger, her letter opener-cum-patient stripper retracted again beneath her long nail. Aloe extended her hands around Fluttershy now in an embrace, and drew her in for a kiss. As all of Fluttershy’s overloaded senses shot to the new tongue dancing with her own, she hardly noticed Aloe drawing her shirt past her arms and falling in a heap on the floor. The two girls stood for a few moments, exploring each other's mouths and grinding their toplessnesses against one another, but Fluttershy came up for air just in time to feel Aloe undoing the buttons on her shorts and that too falling around her legs. She awed in her own nakedness, blushing as she felt her panties dampening again.
“Not so hard, now was it?” Aloe shot her a mischievous grin.
“Can-can we do that again?” Fluttershy gasped, too aroused to even know what she was saying.
“All in good time!” Aloe laughed, gently pushing her back on the massage table. “Don’t forget we still have a service to get to. Sister, what do you think about a stretch first? I think it would be such a nice reward for Shy-Shy here.”
“Eeep!” Lotus quickly withdrew her hand from her panties, coming back to her senses after a gratifying masturbation session and trying unsuccessfully to hide the wetness on her fingers. “U-um, yes, I think that could be in order. It might even loosen up her muscles for the massage!”
“Uh huh,” Aloe shot her a wink and turned back to Fluttershy. “Now, let’s get you all limbered up…”
She instructed Fluttershy to lie down on the table, belly up, and close her eyes. Though she normally might have been lying with her belly down to facilitate the massage after a small stretch, this was a full stretch and it would be easier to simply flip her over again rather than finagle with their implements.
They began simply by stretching her appendages, Lotus holding her down to the table while Aloe tested the looseness of Fluttershy’s range of motion. Several satisfying pops could be heard as she worked Fluttershy’s arms and legs, and the girl sighed in bliss as joints just slightly amiss clicked back into place. Then Aloe turned away, selecting her next tools as Lotus completed a short neck readjustment. More sighs from Fluttershy at the slight release of tension, and her eyes transitioned from being held shut to simply lying shut. She began to purr as they completed a cozy massage of her pelvic muscles, but stopped abruptly as she felt a finger brushing up against her womanhood.
”What are you doing?” There was less apprehension this time as Aloe probed her vagina, opening her labia ever-so-slightly to take some coy peeks inside. “Are you sure this is part of the massage?”
“Actually, it isn’t,” Aloe took her patient’s distraction as an opportunity to push her fingers in a little deeper. “This is a stretch, something we usually do to limber up patients before the massage, although-“ Fluttershy squealed as Aloe’s fingers reached as deeply into her as they could. “Although, some patients seem to like it even better than the massage. How about you? You enjoying yourself?”
“Y- aaaAaaAhhhh… Ye- Nggaahh!” Fluttershy yelped and squirmed around her fingers.
”Good… Glad to hear it.”
Though hers was a far less emphatic perspective, Aloe found Fluttershy to be as much of a revel as Fluttershy found her. Even though it had been some time since she had last serviced a girl so openly, more discreet sessions with higher-paying customers- or Rarity- who either wished for a deep, intensive nude press or a “stretch” like the one Fluttershy was receiving often revealed loose flesh, experienced and taught in generally inelegant muscle memory when it came to their internal throb and jaded libido. A true lover of her craft, Aloe’s heart swelled at the opportunity to open Fluttershy up like a tender flower bud, her fingers teaching the sensitive girl how to behave inside.
Meanwhile, Fluttershy floated about in a semiconscious fugue state of pure bliss as she writhed around the fingers probing her insides. Her vision swam in and out of focus with Aloe’s movements, drifting up to the room’s pleasant off-white ceiling, around the cozy incandescent lamps that lit the room and across Lotus, who had since fallen away from pressing on her chest to spasming on the floor, moaning and yelping as she pleasured herself through and around her white tunic at the sight of Fluttershy on the table.
The moaning reverberated in Fluttershy’s head, echoing and curling around her until she couldn’t quite tell whether she or Lotus was the one really making the noise. But soon enough, her mind began to focus, dwelling with erotic dread on a strange feeling of finality building inside of her. Suddenly, everything snapped back into focus.
“A-Aloe… Aloe!” Fluttershy choked through her moans, attempting to sit up through the electricity of pleasure rocketing through her legs. “I… st- aaaaahhh…”
”What’s that, darling?” Aloe leaned in close to her sputtering patient, marveling at her wild jitters and gasping countenance. “I couldn’t catch that last part. Do you need to tell me something?”
“Something’s happening!” Fluttershy screamed, roughly grabbing Aloe’s forearms as she masturbated her.
Ready for Fluttershy’s climax, Aloe braced for her surge, even meeting Fluttershy’s mouth with a kiss as a powerful spray of sexual juices splashed around her hand and splattered onto her midriff. She let her patient’s high cool off for a few seconds, and then raised her hand to her mouth to taste the fruits of her labor. Now unoccupied, the rich smell of sex seemed to fill the air around her, and the masseuse’s eyes dilated with the temptation of a delicious meal. Perks of the job?
“Mmmm, healthy,” she crooned. There was quite a lot of it to taste, and Aloe lapped down every last savory drop before gently kicking her still-orgasming sister to her senses. “Bring the rod.”
Lotus, still shaky on her legs, skittered off to a box in the corner for the item.
”Oh- oh dear, I am so sorry,” Fluttershy blushed at the fluids dripping down Aloe’s forearms and cascading down to her underwear. “I didn’t- I didn’t realize-”
”Oh, nonsense!” Aloe licked her lips where Fluttershy’s farthest squirts had managed to reach. “All that matters is that you’re having fun. And speaking of…”
Still amped up on her post-orgasm high, Fluttershy hardly noticed Lotus returning on shaky legs, holding a huge, blue rubber dildo, complete with a flared tip and embossments rippling down the sides. Aloe smiled with perverse reverence as she accepted what was almost literally a rubber sword, a slight hint of sadistic glee touching her features as she ran her fingers down the shaft and squeezed its familiar hilt tightly.
“Lotus, be a dear and moisten it up for me,” Aloe daintily pointed it towards her sister.
“But I-” Lotus stammered, uneasy even after so much time to take it down her throat.
“But nothing,” Aloe wheedled, enough sugar in her voice to make it sound sweet but enough venom to burn of poison. “Consider it your punishment for enjoying yourself while I do all the work.”
Any possible protest was impossible as Aloe pressed the tip of the dildo insistently up to Lotus’s lips. When her sister failed to oblige, Aloe gently but firmly wrapped her hand around the back of Lotus’s head and pushed the huge object past her lips. Long hours of practice with the implement showed themselves as Lotus instantly went slack, managing to minimize her choking as Aloe held it in her throat. A few moments later it was swiftly withdrawn, and rotated like a gleaming, saliva-soaked dagger in Aloe’s hands. She gave just enough warning for Lotus to ready herself again before impaling her upward through her vagina.
“G-Ghhhnnnn!” Lotus managed to take nearly three quarters of the huge dildo before tensing up around it. As if she truly had been stabbed, her legs trembled and buckled under her, and she fell to her knees to stare desperately up at her grinning sister. “Aloe! It’s- I can’t-”
“Hush…” Aloe put her finger against her sister’s lips, delighting in her moans of distress and a single, muted pulse as she gave an involuntary spasm and orgasmed. “Ah! Good girl.”
She held the rod inside, twisting it rhythmically until she had managed to work her sister’s sticky cum all the way around the dildo, dripping all the way down to its black hilt. Lotus cried out as Aloe withdrew the sword from her body, collapsing spent on the floor. Fluttershy, meanwhile, watched in alert interest as Aloe turned towards her.
“That’s not for me… right?” she whispered, closing her legs in apprehension of the massive thing.
“I know it seems scary, but it is,” Aloe purred, placing the lubricated thing before her opening. “It’s the last part of our little stretch; an implement to… well… stretch.”
Before Fluttershy could protest, Aloe inserted the flare into her. Immediately her body swallowed up the next two inches of rubber thickness, but after stopped to convalesce around it, satisfied.
“Aloe!” she gasped, looking down with shock at her vagina pulsing around the massive object. “It’s- It’s too much!”
“Shhhhh,” Aloe stroked her cheek with one hand, gently pushing her down to the table. “I know you can do it. You’re being so brave, Fluttershy…”
Aloe knew she could push it forward another inch or two without hurting Fluttershy. Still, the odd sensation of shooting pleasure the dildo gave Fluttershy, her lower body screaming to be heard, was nothing like the gentle, rolling pleasures of being fingered. She whimpered, thinking herself to be in discomfort or even pain as it rolled closer to her cervix. For her part, Aloe realized that to get any further safely she would need Fluttershy to relax completely and permit her entry.
“I know it’s hard, but you have to relax, dear,” Aloe crooned to the quivering girl. “I promise it will feel very good in the end.”
Fluttershy apprehensively denied her in every way she could think of, stammered raspily all at once. Her pelvic muscles clenched and hardened even more around the dildo, which of course only heightened the uncomfortable sensation. When one of these muscles inevitably malfunctioned and spasmed, it sent a slice of genuine pain up to Fluttershy’s brain, which sent her into a brief tizzy for a few seconds that Aloe was quick to nurse. They had reached an impasse, and for Fluttershy’s sake she needed to solve it soon.
The question of: “What is my patient doing here?” usually had a very obvious answer that manifested itself in the slutty lingerie that the prom-goer peacockers so often showed up to the spa in; they were limbering up, becoming prepared for a night of catlike seduction and the sex that came after. If Fluttershy was interested in any of that, with the loose t-shirt and baggy shorts now on the floor and that perennial nervousness, she was doing an excellent job of hiding it.
And yet, she had ordered this service! Aloe mulled over the fact that her patient simply had to know what she was getting, for her to even know to ask for something they didn’t markedly offer anymore… But once she reconsidered that, the pieces began to fall into place, and her path to convincing Fluttershy to proceed began to take shape.
“Oh my dear,” A delighted grin passed over Aloe’s face as she realized just how hapless Fluttershy truly was. “This is your first time, isn’t it?”
A squirmy, whimpering nod from Fluttershy.
“Rarity sent you here, didn’t she? But why?” The actual answer Aloe figured was less important than asking the question. As soon as Fluttershy committed to pleasing her friend, the service could continue- although the cunning masseuse certainly would store her curiosity for later. “Could it be that she wants you to learn something?”
Before Fluttershy could respond, Aloe went on: “Well, now, we wouldn’t want to disappoint our dear friend Rarity, now would we?”
Too exhausted to speak, Fluttershy shook her head weakly in response.
“No,” Aloe answered for her, beginning to apply pressure again to the dildo. “Now, I’m going to tell you a little story about our little spa and our mutual friend Rarity, and while you listen, I want you to relax. Rarity wants you to relax.”
Fluttershy moaned incomprehensibly, the only signal that she even understood the words being a slight dilation of her vagina. Aloe gained another inch on the dildo, but total relaxation would come slowly.
“In the beginning, there was just me, my sister, and this room,” Aloe crooned soothingly. “Wide-eyed high schoolers, who needed money to pay for their… numerous vices…” She tapped the huge dildo meaningfully. “And the hands and knowledge to build a quaint little massage parlor.”
Fluttershy’s breathing deepened, and while there would be no great gains anymore, Aloe watched as the rippling embossments slowly started to disappear again into her patient.
“But not the fame for customers. Quite the oversight,” She smiled wistfully. “We brought our play into our work, and created the Service you are now so fervently enjoying.” Aloe drew her fingers across Fluttershy’s abdomen, paying close attention to the noticeably raised lump created by the dildo. “And that helped for a little while. Though the reputation of our little shack likened to some seedy brothel, the money was good… Until Rarity arrived.”
As she came close to hilting the dildo, Aloe began to twist it ever so slightly, stimulating her patient but also ensuring it anchored itself in the deepest nestle of flesh it would take- just kissing Fluttershy’s tender cervix- without hurting her.
The last of the embossments passed into Fluttershy, sending affirmations of a correct alignment vibrating up to Aloe’s hand like a key clicking into a lock. Within moments the dildo stabilized within her patient, pulsating in and out ever so slightly as if her body was suckling on the implement, and if Aloe knew the inner workings of the throbbing womanhood, it was, in its own sort of way.
As for Fluttershy, the full insertion electrified her like the spa’s power key. All of her limbs shot out ramrod straight and her eyes open and unblinking. Her breathing was incomprehensible even to Aloe and the only movement that indicated she was even still alive was the sudden jerking of her hips when she silently orgasmed, and a steady stream of sexual juices that pumped out of her and onto the floor.
“Rarity made everything go from good to great,” Aloe whispered seductively. “She scared away all of our customers and took their place, all of them, by herself. She would come in for service after service, sexual ones as well as regular ones, and this ‘Full, Full Service’ became her favorite as time went on- some kind of practice for her, I think, so that when she pursued boys, she would be ready to fully appreciate them. But generous as she is, Rarity didn’t stop there. Over a whole year and a series of some very generous donations, we managed to build up the great building you see all around you… the employees that serve at our whim… And now our hands together are reserved only for the most expensive and important of endeavors.”
Aloe gripped the hilt of the dildo, preparing to unsheathe it from Fluttershy in one clean movement. But for the moment, she savored her role in this game she perceived between Rarity and Fluttershy. She, both a masseuse to pleasure Fluttershy and an agent to prepare Rarity’s newest toy- the shadowy candy of it all made her grateful that Fluttershy would almost certainly not make it past the end of the stretch.
“You did so well,” she smiled down at Fluttershy with far too much sugar. “Now relax again…”
Fluttershy let out an electrifying shriek as the dildo slid slowly but confidently out of her, gasping and heaving at the end of such intense, filling pleasure. She fell off the table attempting to get onto her feet, splashing haplessly into all of the cum and worldly feeling in her legs that the experience had drained from her. Aloe watched bemusedly as the light flickered in and out of her eyes.
“Sleepy, my pet?” She knelt down to Fluttershy’s level and took her chin in her hands. “It’s okay, you got very far for your first time… Rest…” Aloe rocked her gently until Fluttershy’s breathing slowed and her head slumped back. Then, just as her patient was edging the threshold of consciousness, Aloe whispered: “Just you wait. You’ll be Miss Rarity’s perfect boy-hunter...”
Though the Service was not yet complete, it would be arrogant to expect a borderline virgin like Fluttershy to take any more that day, and besides, there were questions she wanted answered. Lotus, having recovered from the pelvic stabbing, caught Fluttershy as she fainted and brought her out to the reactivated jacuzzi to work the kinks out of her muscles before they had to figure out how to get the girl home.
“Well you’ve really done it now,” Lotus murmured. She couldn’t help nibbling at Fluttershy’s pristine neck and sampling her breasts as she realigned her back and calmed her still-twittering legs- and neither could she help noticing that the stimulus failed to rouse her in any way. “Her shirt is cut in half and she’s comatose. How exactly do you want me to get her home without being arrested?”
“By contacting her sponsor,” Aloe responded as breezily as could be, snapping her redonned tunic to crisp attention. “Now hush, she’s on the line… Rarity?”
A short pause.
“As a matter of fact, I do have our toy,” Aloe grinned like a snake conspiring with an ally. “Would you mind coming to pick her up? I’m afraid she’s a little… sleepy.”
“Oh, yes, our toy,” Aloe answered. “You should know, she’s so tender she hardly passed the stretch before tuckering out… Why, yes, that means we never completed our Service. Did you expect that we could? No, you can send her back tomorrow afternoon for her massage and hot rub, and then sometime this weekend for another Full Service.”
Aloe let out a derisive laugh at what Rarity had to say to that. “Oh, she’s beautiful but she’s no lynx. If you want your ticket into the Apple Family and Big Mac’s gargantuan cock…” She eyed the massive, shiny dildo in her hand. “Our arrangement of training her will be an ongoing one.”
Even Lotus, standing a few feet away, managed to hear Rarity’s shocked splutter over the phone. Before Rarity could holler her reply, Aloe slammed the phone back onto the receiver and shot her sister a catty grin.
“Now we wait.”
