Touching Dash's Hooves (non-fucked up edition)

"Really? She hates it?"
>"Of course darling, she absolutely despises having her hoofs touched. You didn't already know?"
"No, shes never mentioned that. I wonder why?"
>"I haven't the slightest idea, she never likes to talk about it."
>You were Anon.
>You were making your routine visit to Rarity's boutique.
>Some how you've managed to tear the seam of another shirt, the third one this month.
>You gotta stop having pose offs with Dash in the gym, your wallet cant take any more.
>Rarity takes a few more measurements of your right arm and chest.
>"I have to say, I'm surprise she hasn't mentioned anything to you yet with how much time you spend together."
"Yea, me too."
>She finishes her measuring and puts away her tape.
>"There, all finished. Ill have your new shirt ready in a few days darling."
"Thanks Rarity, ill try not to rip that one too."
>You duck through the pony sized door way and start on your way home.
>Dash's cloud house is always kick-ass, you love living there, especially living with her.
>You open the door to an empty house, desperately in need of cleaning.
>"Huh, Dash must still be at the gym I guess."
>You take off your shoes and strip off your jacket, putting them back in the closet.
>You make your way back to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed.
>Just as you lay down, you hear your front door slam open.
>You hear the breaking-and-enterer call from the living room.
>"Hey Anon! You home yet?!"
"Yea Dash, I'm in the bedroom."
>A few seconds later, Rainbow Dash is standing in the door way.
>Seeing you laying on the bed, she decides to join you.
>She lays down on top of you, resting her head on your chest.
"Rough workout Dash?"
>She looks up at you with tired eyes.
>"You dont know the half of it. I killed my routine, but I'm so tired."
>She lays her head back down on your chest, and let's out a small sigh.
>"My legs are really sore too, its super lame."
>You chuckle lightly and give her a hug.
>You both lay there for a while, till an idea sneaks into your head.
>You think back to your earlier conversation with Rarity, and think about her sore legs.
>Oh shit your brain made a thing.
"Hey Dash?"
>Her head perks up at this.
>"Whats up Anon?"
"If your legs are sore, I could massage them for you if you want."
>You wiggle your fingers in front of her face and flash her a smile.
"Help you loosen up those muscles."
>A light blush creeps onto her face while she ponders this.
>"Yea, sure, if you want."
>You lift her off your chest and sit her down on the bed next to you.
>She rolls over onto her stomach, with her rear facing you.
>You start high, on her lower back.
>You knead the skin with your agile fingers, tracing the boarders of her toned back muscles.
>She feels tense at first, but seems to relax after a bit.
>Switching gears, you move down to her hindquarters, using your palms to dig in.
>She feels like putty under your hands, and you can hear slight moans coming from up front.
>You focus on the task at hand, moving down further to the very top of the back legs.
>You move your thumbs in circular motions along her thigh, getting a bit deeper then normal.
>She must be enjoying herself, because you hear several sounds of approval.
>"Ohhh, that feels awesome..."
>You try to relax her as much as possible, easing her into the big one.
>You trace you way down her legs, following the trail of tense tendons and soft moans.
>Your hands are working just above her hoof, using all of your fingers.
>You do this for a few seconds, mentally preparing yourself for the next step.
>Not ceasing motion with one hand, you move your other hand to her most sensitive area.
>You move slowly, and just barley make contact with the hoof, gracing it with your fingertips.
>You hear a surprised sound come from her.
>"Anon, wait, ponies don't usually touch my hoo- OHHH buck!"
>Playing on a suspicion you had, you really give the center of her hoof some attention.
>She's making near orgasmic sounds now, indicating for you to keep going.
>You trace your fingers around the edge, keeping the thumb in the middle.
>You keep this up for a few minutes before giving it a rest.
>You lay back on the pillows.
>Dash crawls on to your chest again, completely relaxed now.
>"That was awesome Anon"
"I give pretty good massages, huh?
>"Meh, you're alright. I'm still the best though"
>She gives you a toothy grin.
"I guess it's your turn to give me one next time then."

FIN