Snugglerape: Part 1

>Day hands are awesome in Ponyville.
>Start your day with your morning routine. Shit, shower, shave.
>You feel like you’ve said that so many times the words have lost all meaning now.
>Get on your work duds and step out the door.
>Don’t get accosted by Jaundice Timid this morning.
>That’s odd.
>Well, off to work in the massage parlor.
>Since you got here, you’ve had to pay off the debt you owe to the mayor.
>She gave you your house in advance, and she’s been making sure she gets her payment in one way or another.
>She’s not really intimidating, since she’s about half your height, but you’re sure she could call down the fuzz on you if she wanted.
>You heard the last guy around here who got in trouble with the royal guard ended up being Celestia’s fuck toy for eternity.
>Not that you’d mind that particularly, but it’s best to just avoid the eye of the feds if you can help it.
>So you got your job. The p0nies almost unanimously told you that you could put your unique, talented hands to best use massaging the tension out of their mares.
>It was a little creepy how insistent they all were that you do so.
>Well, it works out for you just fine.
>Mares from up and down the country come to P0nyville and book months in advance to have some alone time with your magical digits.
>So you get into P0nyville town square, and notice that Mr Breezy has shut up shop.
>In fact, quite a few stores are closed.
>You shrug it off. Maybe it’s some kind of holiday that you don’t know of.
>As you walk to the spa, you notice that you’re being followed by a group of mares.
>This isn’t particularly unusual. You’re a popular guy, and a bit of a tourist attraction.
>The p0nies can’t help but stare at your hands for some reason.
>These mares seem different to what you usually have to put up with though.
>You know most of them. They’ve all come into the spa at one time or another.
>They should all know you, and what you can do for them, but at the moment they’re all drooling over your hands.
>A minty green unicorn breaks away from the pack and nudges your hand with her horn.
>”A-anon... this might sound weird... but do you think you could stroke my mane for a while? Please?”
>Aww... Isn’t that cute?”
>You stop, turn around and kneel down next to her.
>You start stroking her mane.
>She gets a look of absolute bliss on her face.
>Her horn is starting to sparkle.
>”M-my ear, Anon... I-it’s itchy.”
>You start rubbing her ear, and she starts moaning.
>She quickly starts biting her hoof to stifle her noise.
>You’re going to have to end this soon if you want to make it to work on time, but you’ve found that this kind of extra work pays off in the long run.
>”Tell me I’m a pretty p0ny...”
>You oblige.
“Who’s a pretty p0ny? You are my dear.”
>You look at her flank to check her identity.
“My little Lyra.”
>And now, the piece de resistance.
>You punctuate your words with a peck on her horn.
>”AAAAHN...!”
>She came.
>Sparks spurt out of her horn, and she tenses up in your hands.
>It lasts for a few seconds, and then she slumps down to the ground.
>You turn to the crowd behind you. It’s grown in size, and half the mares are also finding themselves drained after having watched the event.
>The others eye you lustfully.
>You’ve never understood these marshmallow ponies.
>They don’t have any genitals to speak of, so you don’t know how they orgasm.
>But you know they do. It just happens every now and again when you massage them. You can’t help it.
“Alright girls, I’ve got to be going.”
>The news is met with a series of disappointed groans.
“Don’t worry, you can all come visit me at the spa.”
>Some of those newly painted frowns are turned upside down at that.
>You continue your walk to the spa.
>Along the way you see something that you haven’t seen in a while.
>A couple of p0nies have hearts for eyes, and are hugging each other tightly.
>They’re all pairs of mares, and some of them are hugging and rolling around on the ground.
>It’s weird behaviour. Did Twilight miscast another want it – need it spell?
>You even come across Lemon Hush hugging Blue Gofastpone.
>Their wings are stood straight to attention, and flutter every now and again.
>Fluttershy doesn’t even notice you as you walk by her.
>They’re too wrapped up in their hug to notice.
>Well, less stress for you. You can’t complain.
>You finally enter the spa, and are greeted by Aloe who is working reception.
>”Ooh, I am sho glad yoo are here, Anon! We need yoo to work a double shift today.”
>Oh man, what the hell?
“Ugh, what’s wrong? Isn’t Lotus supposed to be covering this afternoon?”
>”Well she would, but she’s *ahem*... at that time of the month.”
>Wut? How does that even work? These p0nies don’t even have vaginas.
“So, she’s on her period? Big whoop. I’ve gotta come in every day too.”
>”What ees ‘peer-e-hood?’”
“Ugh. Never mind. What do you mean she’s at her time of the month?”
>”She ees...” She leans in towards you to whisper.
>”She ees in estrus...”
>Estrus?
>As in the horse breeding season?
>This just keeps making less and less sense as you find out more.
“Aloe, forgive me if this sounds rude, but I’m completely ignorant on the subject. How do you p0nies breed?”
>She blushes furiously beneath her pink fur, colouring her cheeks purple.
>”Oh Mr Anon... Surely you know? When a stallion loves a mare very much, they start to massage the mare. They stroke her mane, rub her belly and...”
>She looks away and sighs wistfully.
>”They kiss her.”
>Oh god.
>Oh god no.
>Really?
>You’ve got to be fucking kidding.
>Did you just fuck Lyra in the middle of the street?
>Was that why those p0nies were all following you?
>Is that why all the males skipped town?
>Is that why they love coming to the spa so much?!?
>Oh god you feel dirty.
“Aloe, I’m sorry. I think I’m gonna hurl.”
>You race to the toilet as fast as you can.
>You just make it, but you spend a good 10 minutes in there, getting out all your breakfast and horror.
>”Mr Anon, your first customer ees here!”
>Oh man...
>This is going to be a LONG day.