Snugglerape: Part 3

>You leave the shower and head out into the main hall.
>As you enter the corridor, you see Luna woozily meander across the hall to the pampering room, being lead by Aloe.
>This is the second part of the treatment.
>After you’ve... *Ahem* made them significantly more relaxed, the ponies are taken away for the rest of the normal spa treatment.
>This involves having vegetables put over their eyes and being coated in filth.
>Ok, the way you describe it doesn’t sound that appealing.
>But they get cucumbers in their eyes and get covered in muddy goop.
>You’re kinda glad you’re not a girl. That would be icky!
>Luna sees you as she walks across the corridor.
>She blushes, smiles dopily and you see her hind legs go bow-legged.
>This is one of the better parts of the job.
>You wave to her, making sure to flex those magic fingers of yours in clear view.
>Luna’s horn shoots sparks all over Aloe’s flank, and she falls down.
>Heh. Works every time.
>Aloe simply gives you the stink eye as she now bodily drags Luna into the treatment room.
>You chuckle to yourself. You may be wanking p0nies off for a living, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.
>You walk to the reception to greet the next client.
>You’re met with a very odd sight.
>The reception is packed with pastel painted p0nies, all hugging and massaging each other where there’s space.
>The massive window that looks onto the street, that stretches from the floor to the ceiling, has p0nies outside it, all pressed against the window, filling the entirety of your view now, all eagerly looking into the building.
>As soon as they see you their eyes lock onto you and some of them start panting and licking the window.
>It’s really fucking creepy.
>You walk over to the left. Their eyes all follow you.
>You walk over to the right. Their eyes all follow you lustfully.
>It’s like some twisted collage of p0nies gone wrong. They all look at you with various degrees of desire, but most have an oddly familiar look in their eyes...
>A look that you know you recognise from somewhere...
>What did it mean again?
>Oh yes.
>rape
Shit.
>Wait, did you say that out loud?
>Everyp0ny in the lobby turns to look at you.
>Simultaneously their eyes all roll back in their heads to reveal hearts where their irises should be.
>They want to fuck.
>You barely manage to turn before they all pounce at you, every single one of them babbling about nuzzling and cuddling you.
>”Give me a belly rub, Anon!”
>”Brush my mane, Anon!”
>”Tell me I’m a good p0ny, Anon!”
>”PLAY FREEBIRD!”
>The swarm descends upon you, grinding their bellies on your hands and any other part of your body they can reach.
>In the distance you hear the windows smash from the writhing mass of p0nies against it.
>This is how you’re going to go, isn’t it?
>Smothered to death by a horde of horny marshmallow p0nies.
>Somehow, you always knew it would end this way...
>Berry Punch lowers herself onto your head and starts grinding her belly against your nose.
>It’s tickly. But not unpleasant...
>You hear Aloe walk into the corridor.
>”ANON, what ees ze meaning of this?”
“I don’t even know! I just walked into the lobby and this happened!”
>”Zis is coming out of yoor paycheck!”
“NOT THE TIME, ALOE! HELP ME!”
>Berry Punch has had enough of your nose and moves to your mouth.
>”Yesh! Blow on mah belleh! Tell me I’m besht p0ni!” She slurs.
>Ok, now this is getting serious.
>You’re starting to feel woozy when you hear another set of hooves arrive.
>”HUZZAH! YE OLDE ORGY! CELESTIA HAD TOLDST ME THAT THESE WERE NO LONGER PRACTICED! YOU EVEN USED THE TRADITIONAL PLEASURE APE! YOUR PRINCESS IS PLEASED!“
“WOONA, HELF MEH!” You scream.
>Berry increases her speed and force.
>You scream unintelligible words, and Berry orgasms from the reverberations.
>She falls off you, satisfied.
>You take this opportunity to scream some more.
“ARGLEBARGLEFLARGLE! LUNA, IT’S NON CONSENTUAL! HELP ME!”
>Luna looks genuinely shocked.
>”FUCKTOY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? CUDDLING WITHOUT CONSENT?! MY WORD! I KNEW THAT WAS CELESTIA’S FETISH, BUT I CANNOT STAND BY AND LET MY APE GET RAPED!”
>You wish she’d stop calling you that, but whatever gets you out of here fastest.
>You hear the chime of a horn lighting up with magic and you’re levitated out of the fray.
>Luna places you upon her back. She starts blushing furiously.
>”HOLD ON, FUCKTOY. I HAVE JUST THE P0NY WHO CAN HELP YOU!”
>Luna’s horn starts to glow again, and the horde finally notices you’re not being raped.
>They aim to fix that.
>Luna’s horn glows brightly, and the teleport spell begins to activate.
>”Yoo are not leaving me behind!” Aloe shouts, and she leaps into your arms just as Luna’s horn flares to life with the spell.
>The white glow of magic encompasses you all, and you are whisked away to a new location.
>You open your eyes to see books.
>Lots and lots of books.
>It takes a second, but you realise this is a library.
>More specifically the library in P0nyville where Twilight Sparkle lives and works.
>Now you get it, maybe she can cast some spell to stop these crazy mares.
>”TWILIGHT? YOUR PRINCESS IS HERE! WE WOULD REQUEST SOMETHING OF YOU.”
>Jesus, you wish that Luna had a volume dial or something...
>Looking under her mane you see just such a dial.
>Huh.
>You take it down from 11 to 5.
>”Blaugh?” She responds.
>Much better.
>Man, these p0nies are weird.
>Twilight Sparkle descends the staircase in the library.
>Her mane is a mess. It seems she was in bed.
>”P-princess Luna!” She exclaims.
>She attempts a bow, fails, and falls down the stairs instead.
>She lands splayed at Luna’s feet.
>”Good morning Twilight. How doth estrus treat thee?”
>Twilight quickly rights herself onto all four hooves and bows again.
>Her face is blushing profusely, almost as if she’s hiding something...
>”It’s a particularly bad one this year, your highness. But we each find ways to cope...”
>Her gaze drifts to your hands. She licks her lips.
>”Yes. I commissioned the P0nyville spa to lend me their Hand Whore for the day.”
>Oh so that’s your official job title.
>You glare at Aloe.
>She just grins at you sheepishly.
>”Anon? He’s a Hand Whore? Interesting...”
>Twilight looks at you menacingly.
>You don’t like that smile on her face.
>”Verily. I require for you to cast a spell that would prevent other mares from lusting after his skilled, magical touch...”
>You can feel Luna starting to get warm. Her wings are unfurling...
>”Of course, your highness. Anon, come with me!”
>She trots over to the basement.
>You dismount Luna and unceremoniously dump Aloe on the floor.
>You can deal with her later.
>As you walk over to the basement, you swear you could hear a muffled cry coming from upstairs.
“Luna, I think I heard somep0ny calling from upstairs. Could you check it out?”
>”YOU DEMAND SOMETHING OF YOUR PRINCESS, WHELP?”
“Well yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.”
>”Ok.”
>She and Aloe trot off upstairs, and you head down into the basement.
>It’s dark. You can still see the steps from the light spilling from the doorway, but as you descend that becomes less effective.
“Twilight, could you put a light on, please?”
>She responds by closing the door behind you with her magic.
>You’re shocked, and you can’t see.
>You slip and lose your footing.
>You tumble down the stairs, but stop as you’re bathed in a glowing purple aura.
>You really don’t like where this is going.
>You’re floated to the centre of the room and placed on what you feel is a table.
>You try to move, but suddenly straps are fastened around your legs and hands.
>Yup. In your head you fucking called it.
>”Oh Anon! You wouldn’t believe how happy I was to see you!”
>She finally switches the lights on and you can see the crazed look in her eyes.
>”And to have Princess Luna deliver you right to my doorstep! It was just fated to be!”
>You keep on telling yourself that, honey.
>”Spike’s small claws only go so far. That, and he’s so uncooperative! You wouldn’t like to see how many belts and ropes I had to use.”
>You shudder at the thought of what Luna and Aloe have found.
>”But now, you can take care of me with your big... strong... HANDS.”
>She leans in close to your left hand and starts licking the space in between your fingers.
>”Do you see the state of my hair? I can’t take care of it like a stallion can... I need you.”
>She leans in close to your face. You can smell her lavender scented mane.
>”Can you believe I’m still a virgin?”
>Oh you can more than believe it.
>You can taste the spaghetti in the air around her.
“Let me go, Twilight. If you want a pampering you should have booked at the spa.”
>”Why should I bother with that when I’ve got you all here to myself?”
>She climbs on top of you, belly to belly, front hooves poised on your chest and hind legs straddling your waist.
>”I’m going to make you want to have me, and only me...”
>You can’t help but focus on those deep, purple eyes. They’re so clear, it’s hypnotizing...
>”I’m going to make you want me... I’m going to make you need me...”
>Your head starts to swim as her words echo in your head.
“Want you... Need you...”
>”I’m going to be your own little p0ny. You’ll take care of me, won’t you?”
“I’ll take care of you...”
>She releases the straps on the table.
>She gets off you and drops to her side on the floor.
>You follow her.
>She pulls out a brush from somewhere.
>You kneel next to her and rest her head on your lap.
>You take the brush and start tending to her oh so needy mane.
>You do it slowly, taking the utmost care to get out the knots and not to cause your little p0ny any pain.
>She hums gently as you brush, obviously so relaxed.
>Again and again you brush, getting her mane to a much more presentable state.
>At this proximity you can smell her so vividly now.
>The purple part of her hair smells of lavender.
>The pink part smells of grape.
>”Anon... Do my coat...” She says, dreamily.
>She levitates a different brush over. It’s got more bristles and it’s a lot courser than the previous one.
>You gently stroke her coat, starting at her shoulder.
>With downwards motions you stroke her, resetting each hair to its proper place.
>You run your free hand behind the brush to smooth down any rogue tangles that may have accumulated.
>You can feel her velvety smooth coat this way too.
>She purrs, enjoying your caress.
>You stroke down her legs. Her tail lifts and fidgets at this.
>You move down her back. Her hind legs twitch.
>You get to her flank, and her cutie mark.
>You take care to go extra slowly here, initially just grazing it with the brush.
>She lets out a long, drawn out moan.
>Again, you give it a glancing brush.
>She shuts her eyes tight, and can’t help but curl up into a ball from the sensation.
>It’s so cute.
>Anything for your little pony.
>You swipe again, this time letting more of the brush come into contact with her coat.
>She brings a hoof to her mouth and lets out a stifled yelp.
>You put down the brush and start using your hands.
>With a finger you trace the outline of her star.
>She shivers in your embrace.
>You start doing swirls in the centre of her mark.
>Her hips are thrusting on air now.
>You use a hand to bring her face to yours.
>Her eyelids lazily drift apart.
>Yours drift lazily down.
>You lean in close and kiss her deeply.
>She moans into the kiss, and her tongue dances along yours.
>You bring a hand sliding up the back of her neck.
>She shivers, and you can feel sparks dripping off her horn.
>You raise your hand through her meticulously groomed mane, not breaking the kiss.
>Your hand reaches the crest of her mane, and you go further to touch her horn.
>Once there, you use your thumb and forefinger to trace the spiral pattern along her most sensitive area.
>She squeals into your mouth, and her tongue thrashes wildly.
>She’s breathing heavily through her snout, wheezing as her body desperately fights for air.
>She stops as her horn erupts into a fountain of purple stars.
>Her body tenses, and her hind legs kick out at nothing.
>You let the kiss go, and watch her scrunched up eyes water as she bathes in the sweet embrace of dopamine.
>After a few seconds she reclines into your grip again.
>She looks up at you, lovingly. Her mane is a mess again.
>”Thank you...”
“You’re welcome, Twilight. You’re such a good p0ny.”
>She smiles and snuggles into your lap.
>You pick up the brush again and start smoothing her mane from scratch.
>It’s ok though. You’re happy to do it.
>Anything for your little p0ny.