A Helping Hand P8

>With an exaggerated groan you awaken to the sounds of birds chirping.
>The sun shines through your small window, casting a little round shadow on the floor next to the bed.
>With a smile, you turn your head.
>To be honest, you expected her to be gone, by now. Like before when she slept on top of you.
>But…there she is.
>She’s pressed against your side, her head draped over your chest. Your arm is wrapped around her lovingly, her luxurious mane splayed across the deep purple sheets.
>Goddamn she is so fucking amazing.
>You lean over and kiss her on the cheek.
>The movement causes her to stir a little.
>You notice at some point in the night, she must have stripped off all of that lingerie.
>That’s a damn shame. You catch yourself blushing through the smile.
>She catches you too.
>Her eyes open slowly, the shimmer of her brilliant eyes glimmering in the sunlight.
>Her smile is wide, the widest you’ve ever seen her smile before. She starts to tear up, and buries her face into your chest.
>You hold her close to you and lay there with her.
>Nothing else matters.
>You lay there in silence, just taking the time to relax.
>Sure, your eyes hurt from last night. Hell, your whole body aches slightly.
>And of course you start flashing back. It was fucking amazing.
It sure was.
>Morning wood is a bitch, as always.
You could…you know. Give her what she gave you last night…
>No, I’m going to enjoy the cuddles while I still can.
>”Anon…” Her soft voice breaks the silence, and there’s an inherent sadness to it that you don’t recognize.
“…yeah, Rarity?” You try to sound calm, but you’re not. Why aren’t you calm?
>She raises her head and looks to you, her gaze piercing into you with those glimmering sapphires, tears welling beneath them.
>”…did…you…did you mean it…I mean…what you said…I…” She trails off and lowers her head again, the tears coming once more.
>…where is the stoic Rarity from before?
>”Of course I did, Rarity,” you mutter quietly, running your hand through her soft mane. It seems to help her calm down.
>She stops sobbing after a moment and looks up at you, but you can’t get a read on what she’s feeling right now. Her eyes paint the perfect picture of sorrow, but the smile that’s forming beneath them tells you otherwise.
>She leans in and kisses you on the cheek, nuzzling back into you with a sniffle.
>”Good.” She says, a bounce of confidence in her voice once again.
>You lay there, just enjoying each other’s company for a few silent moments. This was definitely a side of her you’d never seen. Even if you were going to say something, you’d probably mess it all up in awkwardness.
Last night was a side of her you’d never seen either.
>That’s not entirely true, boner. Remember, she was drunk I think. It was kind of like the other time when we kissed.
So alcohol makes her fun. I’ll make a mental note of that.
>You try not to make sense of your boner making mental notes of things.
>”Anoooon! Rarrriiiityyy! Quit sleepin’ together, I gotta go to school!”
>Its Sweetie Belle.
>Rarity leaps up out of bed with a shock, and you notice a rosy tint to her cheeks before her gorgeous flank exits your room.
> You almost decide to let her handle it, but this is already going to be an awkward situation.
>Your body groans and you think you can feel a couple joints popping as you crawl out of bed and head to the door.
>A clever dick reminds you that you’re naked, however, and you scramble some clothes on, making a note to ruffle your hair into something passable as “awake”.
>You shuffle downstairs with a yawn, and see a very embarrassed Rarity scolding Sweetie Belle.
>”…and you had better not tell anyone what you just said either. We don’t want anyone getting the wrong impression of Mr. Anonymous.”
>You just scratch your head and approach them.
“What did I miss?” You reply, breaking the visible sister-feud.
>”Sweetie Belle was just about to apologize for insinuating that you and I had slept together, Anon. I…was just going upstairs to check on you…and…a letter came in the mail for you from the Spa.” Rarity replies, nonchalantly, but you can still see a tinge of red on her cheeks.
>That also means she’s been up before, but wanted to go back to bed with you.
>This day cannot get any better.
>You smile, and look down at Sweetie Belle.
>Oh god she must have heard us last night. I certainly wasn’t quiet, at the very least. WHAT IF SHE KNOWS?
>And the look on her face is innocent. She genuinely looks sorry, not evil and conniving. Thank god.
>”I’m sorry Mister Anon. I jus…I just thought that you two were each other’s…” She stops and looks to Rarity, who glares at her.
>”…uh…never mind.” She looks shiftily at the both of you, blushing bright red, and walks over to the kitchen.
>She has to use a stool to reach the shelves, but she manages to pull out a box of cereal and a bowl. As she pours, with her mouth, some of the bits fall on the floor, and you can see Rarity groan on the inside.
>”Darnit…”
>That kid is so adorable.
>Rarity magics over a broom and cleans it up, and starts some coffee. You then notice the letter on the table next to Sweetie Belle, and open it up, reading aloud.
>”Dear Anonymous Human,
We’re glad to tell you that Estrus will soon be over, and we won’t be so swamped with customers! That also means, however, we have to open up the Snuggleroom. I’m afraid that that also means you’re probably going to be the one to manage it. Don’t worry though, it’s the easiest job anyp0ny can have. It’s a room full of pillows, with mild incense wafting throughout. Pure relaxation. The most you’ll have to do is chitchat with a customer, or maybe brush their mane for them. Ponies get rather emotional towards the end of Estrus, if they haven’t bred.
See you soon!
Aloe and Lotus~ <3”
>You don’t recall seeing a ‘Snuggleroom’, but then you have never been upstairs either. You can only guess.
>But hey, a room full of pillows and incense sounds fucking awesome. Hell, it’s a ton better than being raped.
>You can laugh at that now, an action that actually surprises you.
>”I wanna go with Anon to the Snuggleroom!” Sweetie Belle excitedly pipes up.
>”Sweetie Belle, you know you’re not old enough to even go into the spa. And besides, Anon has a lot of work to do. They make it sound fun, but it’s really rather droll.” Rarity quips. She’s back to her normal tone. That was quick.
>You set the letter down with a sigh. What was it, two more days left? Maybe one. You couldn’t really recall.
>”Aww…well…can Anon walk with us to school at least?”
>Rarity sighs and looks at you. You get she’s trying to tell you something, but you have no idea.
“I’d love to, little one.” She probably wants you to comb your hair.
>You glance again at Rarity, and see her sigh. Did you do something wrong?
>”In that case, I believe I have an order due in a few hours I simply must finish. Anon, be a dear and escort Sweetie Belle to school for me, will you?” She flips her perfectly styled mane as she walks by you, and you catch a hint of her perfume. Oh man.
>She then enters her sewing room and shuts the door.
>You smile in her direction then look at Swee- Oh shit she’s right in front of you.
>Sweetie Belle stands directly at your feet, a smile as wide as a mile adorning her cute face as she stares up at you.
>”So ARE you Rarity’s special somep0ny?” She asks, the most excited you’d ever heard her.
>You had always had a fondness for Italian food. Quick, say something smooth.
>”…No Sweetie, I’m not. I’m not even a pony, anyway.” You laugh awkwardly. Smooooth.
>This turns her frown down a little until she notices you’re still smiling.
>She giggles, and goes back to her cereal. You can see her little legs kicking excitedly under the table.
>What have you done
>You scratch your head, and look to the clock on the wall. You’ve got enough time for a quick shower before you have to walk the little filly to school.
>You clamber upstairs and stumble into the shower.
>As you wash your nethers, however, you notice a faint paleness to your member, and your thigh. Oh…right. Rarity’s magic. Well, they don’t hurt or anything. You guess that’s just a side effect.
That was pretty awesome last night, though. Who knew she was so fucking amazing.
>We all knew, boner. That’s why we’re attracted to her. Duh.
I’m just saying.
>You walk out of the shower to…Rarity?
>She closes the door behind you quickly.
>”I sent Sweetie outside, and said you’d meet her in a few.” She hurriedly tells you, seemingly troubled. “Don’t let anyp0ny know about us, okay?”
You just sort of stand there, dripping wet, fully nude, and are trying your hardest not to think dirtily when she seems very obviously serious.
“I…uh, okay? I guess?” You manage, rather dumbstruck.
>And without you being able to react, she gives your penis a quick kiss on the tip, and with a wink walks out of the bathroom, back down the stairs.
>…
>What the fuck just happened?
>You grab a nearby towel and wrap it around yourself. This one has an ‘A’ on it.
>No really.
>What the fuck?
>That phrase twirls through your head as you make yourself presentable.
>As you step through the door you see Sweetie Belle dancing impatiently.
>”Come on! I don’t wanna be late! I’ll lose my gold star again…” Oh god that’s stupid adorable.
“Then I think we need to take the Anon express!” You say, beaming.
>You kneel down and lift her on your shoulders.
>”Woo! Yeah let’s go Anon!” She cheers you on.
>You break into a sprint, Sweetie giggling all the way.
>There’s an ‘us’. You feel the smile all across your face as you run through Ponyville, the early morning wind brushing aside your hair.
>You want to shout it to all of Ponyville. Nothing in the world can break your stride now. Nothing else matters now that you’ve found your happiness.
>Soon, you arrive at the School, mildly out of breath. You set Sweetie Belle down, and she hugs your leg.
>”You’ll take care of Rarity while I’m gone, right?” She says, looking up at you sweetly.
”Of course, I will, Sweetie.” You say, still beaming.
>This makes her dance in place happily. You can see  little green sparks come from her horn.
“Go on, you don’t wanna lose your star.”
>With that, she hurries into the classroom. As you pass the door, you see the other crusaders greet her. You wave to Cheerliee and head off back to Rarity’s. You still had a little while before you had to go into work anyway.
>You stroll through the market, ponies setting up shop. You get a decent idea, and find a stall manned by a rather obnoxiously colored green pony with two-toned blue hair. Regardless, she seemed cheerful.
>”What can I get for you?” She asks, unperturbed by the fact that you have no idea what her name is.
”Uh, I’d like to buy some green tea. Preferably something with jasmine.”
>”Oh how wonderful! Not many ponies around here drink fancy tea, you know. They all like the run-of-the-mill black tea drivel. How much would you like?”
>You pull out a handful of bits. You weren’t very good with your money, probably.
“However much this will buy.”
>She ecstatically slides your bits away, and pulls out a rather hefty canister of tea leaves with a jasmine flower on the front.
>”Anything else?”
>You check out her stall again. She’s got a lot of tea paraphernalia. Strainers, tea balls, infusers…there we go.
”Let me get that teacup, over there. Yeah, the one with the “R” on it.”
>You shuffle in your pockets for more bits, but she reaches a hoof out to stop you.
>”You’re the first pon…er…you’re the first customer I’ve had for a while. The cup is on the house.”
>She smiles at you and you blush a little.
”Thanks. Stop by the Spa sometime, I’ll make it up to you.”
>She dances giddily, reminding you of Pinkie Pie. You hadn’t talked to her since before the incident.
>She packages the cup in some brown paper, and sets both items in a little pink gift bag. You ask for a purple one, and she obliges.
>You have a bounce to your step as you walk back to the boutique.
>You bought her some of your favorite tea, and a nice little white teacup with her name’s letter on it. Not to mention it had little purple flowers on it like what she was wearing last night.
>Ahem.
>Anyway, she was bound to be excited. It’s probably not often Generosity gets a gift.
>You approach Carousel Boutique but find it empty. Oh…right. She had an order. You trundle upstairs, resist smelling the sheets where she had laid, and hide the gift bag under your bed.
>You’ll give it to her when you got home from work, you supposed.
>You brush your hair a little and look at the clock on the wall. Still some time…oh hey here’s an idea.
>Let’s go get breakfast that ISNT cereal.
>That means on to Sugarcube Corner, the best baked goods you can stomach.
>And besides, you should probably update her on everything. She’s the only one that kinda sorta knows what’s going on either way.
>You swallow hard, and step out the door.
>This wasn’t going to be easy for you to keep secret. You’ve never loved anyone. Hell, you’ve never even had a girlfriend.
>A sudden realization strikes you, and it depresses you somewhat.
>Your first kiss had been taken by a pony. Your virginity had been stolen by a pony. Your first blowjob was from a pony.
>What a long strange trip this has been.
>You arrive at Sugarcube Corner shortly. Ponyville wasn’t that large of a town, either way.
>You barely push open the door and you run into the line. The door bumps into a rather annoyed looking mare.
>There’s at least seven of them in line, with an ever cheerful Pinkie Pie as the sole employee, it seems.
>You take a seat to the side. Pinkie seems too busy to notice you right now, but that’s fine with you. Her hyperactive reality warping shenanigans made you smile.
>A few minutes pass. You took a liking to the local newspaper, as it was the only reading material nearby.
>Your stomach is rather unhappy with you bombarding it with smells of food and sugar, however.
>Soon the line is long gone, and what was once a bouncy Pinkie is now a slumped-over-the-counter-Pinkie.
>You go to stand, but she quickly runs to your side, beaming.
>”ANOOOON!” She shouts, hugging your waist tightly.
“Hey there Pinkie, I didn’t think you’d notice me. Does it always get that busy in the morning?”
>”Like I wouldn’t notice one of my friends. Who do you take me for?” She says with her signature smile.
>Your stomach responds before you could say a thing.
>She smiles, and bounces happily off.
>Fucking Pinkie Pie.
>Soon she arrives with some coffee and a plate of pancakes, setting it down on your lap as she takes a seat next to you.
“Thanks Pinkie, you read my mind.”
>You wolf down the pancakes and goddamn they’re good. No wonder there’s almost always a line here.
>”So how’s the job going? Anything juicy? DOES MAYOR MARE WEAR A DIAPER?” She says with an exaggerated shock.
“No…nothing like that. Well something like that. Well no…I mean…” You can feel a rosiness coming to your cheeks again. Then a pang of disgust as you remember Fluttershy.
>She is barely inches from your face now, smiling harder than possible.
>Okay. Shit might as well.
“…Me and Rarity…we’re uh…”
>She doesn’t let you finish.
>”OHMYGODIKNEWITWASGOINGTOHAPPENSINCETHEOTHERDAYWHENYOUCAMEINANDSAIDSTUFFHAPPENEDATTHESPAANDOHMYGODTHISDESERVESTHEBIGGESTPARTYEVERRRR” She shouts, shaking the walls with her contagious excitement.
“Shhhh! Pinkie! It’s a secret! You have to promise you won’t tell anyb..anyp0ny, alright?”
>She nods excitedly, still grinning ear to ear.
“Pinkie promise?” The phrase makes you smile stupidly.
>”Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” She says, miming the gestures.
>This mare is something else.
“Thanks Pinkie. I…you’re the first to know. I told her last night…”
>You can feel your heart beating like a drum.
“I…I bought her a gift this morning and...god I’m nervous Pinkie. I’ve never had someone…”
>You struggle with your words. The blushing comes back.
>”Just be yourself, silly. That’s why she likes you, right?”
>Of course the pastel pink pony knows best.
>A door jingle interrupts you, and a few more mares step in.
>”Sorry Anon! Duty calls!” She says regretfully.
>You rise and down the last of your coffee.
”Come by the spa later. Might help you relax.”
>She nods at you and goes back to her toils.
>You check the clock, and decide to head into work.
>As you pass through the doors, donning your paper hat, Lotus explains the Snuggleroom to you.
>It’s much like the massage room, charged by the hour. The room itself is covered in pillows of all shapes and sizes.
>There’s also an incense burner in the room, with many different scents.
>Back on Earth, this would have probably been called an orgy room.
>You laugh, and Lotus gives you an odd look.
>You’re told you’re only to enter the room on special appointment.
>So there IS and under the tables thing going on at this Spa!
>You nod, smiling mischievously.
>You go to the counter, and slump upon it. This was the majority of your job.
>Hours pass, and a few customers slip in. They always seem awkward around you. You guess it’s because you’re a male. It’s like asking for a massage is them asking YOU to give them a massage. It’s amusing to see them so shy.
>The door jingles again. Another customer.
”Welcome to Ponyville Day Spa! How can I…”
>You’re stopped by a kiss.
>Oh god.