A Helping Hand P4

>Your heart skips a beat. No…it might have stopped beating at this point.
> She opens her eyes, barely flashing those sapphires at you and manages a weak, tired smile.
>”Where were ya’ goin, Anon?” She’s still drunk, apparently, but it was still adorable.
>Your brain may have thrown in the towel at this point. You can feel yourself shaking slightly.
“I…I was…” you stammer, unable to finish the thought.
>”C’mere.” She says playfully, patting the bed next to her.
>At this point your heart is ready to jump out of its chest and your face is turning a shade of red that’d make Berry Punch jealous.
>Your body, on autopilot, walks to the other side of the bed, and lays down, next to the marshmallow.
>OH SHIT WHAT DID I JUST DO
>Your brain kicks on, and you turn to face her.
>She has a smile on her face that melts you instantly. Her eyes, half lidded, are looking straight at you.
>She is only a few inches away from your own face.
>”Kiss me.” She whispers.
 Guys, I’m just going to take over from here okay?
>Sure thing penis, we’re burnt out.
Thanks guys, I won’t let you down. –Cracks penis knuckles-
>You lean forward and plant your lips on hers, the softness of her coat brushing gently against your skin.
>She wraps her hooves around your neck, and you pull her in close to you.
>You press your lips a little harder against hers. You can feel her smiling through the kiss, her hoof brushing against the back of your neck idly. If you were looking, you’d see her tail swishing to and fro lazily.
>Gently, you feel her tongue push past your lips. She still tastes like wine. You meet it with your own.
>Your tongues gracefully dance around each other as Rarity makes a faint moan.
>You’ve wanted this for so long.
>You break the kiss and pull away. She’s smiling wide now, her eyes lit up with sheer bliss, a rosiness accompanying her elegant face.
>She lays her head down on your chest, and you wrap your arms around her. Soon, you both wordlessly drift off to sleep.
>BEGIN ESTRUS
>You awaken in Rarity’s bed, the marshmallow queen long since departed, apparently.
>What happened last night? Did I just imagine all of that?
>God that was amazing.
>You crawl out of bed, still dressed.
>Oh my lord I smell like her too.
>Yawning, you get out of bed.
>Today was the first day of estrus...supposedly, the first day of your personal hell.
>But how could anything possibly go wrong after last night?
>You quickly head upstairs. No new pair of clothes today. You change into something casual, and head out the door. Of course, Rarity is nowhere to be seen.
>The plan for the day was to see the stallions off to Dodge City for the week at the train station, and then begin your first day of work at the Spa. Technically Estrus started at Dusk, but you can never be too sure about these damned ponies.
>A very large crowd of ponies is gathered around the station when you arrive. You don’t even attempt to wade through them, even though you see Rarity grouped together with the rest of her friends near the front.
>To be honest, you never really hung out with many of the stallions in Ponyville. They were such a small group it was a rarity to even run into one of them on accident.
>A few moments pass, and the train departs. Many of the mares around you are near tears as they silently walk from the station. You stroll to the side against a tree and wait for the mane 6 to roll by.
>Oh wait shit you need to go to work
>Shitshitshit
>With a passing glance to Rarity, you run off to the Spa, hoping you’re not late.
>Luckily, you didn’t really have an assigned work time. You were salaried, it seems. Awesome.
>Aloe handed you a little white hat to wear, but aside from that you just wore what you had on.
>The sisters seemed to find it amusing, for some reason. Probably because everything you owned had Rarity’s cutie mark on it in some fashion. You’d gotten over it and figured it was just her brand mark or something.
>Work was started without a hitch, but it wasn’t what you were initially thinking. Aloe and Lotus handled all of the clients; you worked the front counter filling out appointments.
>Most of the ponies were very wary to say a word to you in the first place, so it was even more difficult for them to tell you what they desired.
>You had to sign an agreement to not disclose any information, of course, but you were definitely putting all of it in your journal. Why not?
>You were expecting such things as : Mayor Mare, dominance training. Lyra Heartstrings, Milking, and so on.
>Did ponies even have milk? That is a question for another time.
>Your first day at work ends as it began, anticlimactic. A small part of you had hoped you’d have been tasked to lay hands on another pony, but that was quickly diffused by thoughts of Squiggletail.
>Your thoughts go back to last night…you shared your first kiss together. For you, it was even the first time you’ve really ever been kissed. At least…kissed like that.
>As you leave the Spa, letting Aloe and Lotus close up shop, you’re noticing a bounce in your step and smile you can’t get rid of.
>Last night changed everything. Days ago you would have been committing Sudoku for even thinking of committing what you once considered a VERY taboo act. Not to mention how gross you thought it was.
>You were just a human lost in another world, trying to get by.
>Now…now things got a little more complicated.
>You arrive at the boutique a little after what you guess is 7. You should really get a watch. Do they have watches in Ponyville?
>God you are just full of rhetorical questions.
>You push open the door, and the lights are off throughout the store. A dim light shines from Rarity’s inspiration room, and you can hear soft classical music being played.
>With a smile, you decide not to interrupt her. As you walk past the kitchen, you make a note to scan for any wine bottles, but find none.
>She could have just as easily taken them into her room, you know.
>This thought makes you sigh, but you head upstairs, strip, and collapse onto your bed.
>The next few days of Estrus go as the first did, but more and more customers are seeking appointments. By the third day, you are finally put to work doing what you enjoy: feeling on ponies.
>Lotus was the one to suggest it, and you know exactly why. She was the one who let you massage Rarity in the first place. Eye color is hard to hide when everyp0ny has ridiculously large and pastel colored eyes.
>The first pony to get your treatment is none other than Applejack, who apparently lost a bet with Applebloom about something she wouldn’t say. She seemed a little upset by it.
>She was to get a hooficure, and according to what Lotus and Aloe have told you, it’s basically filing a pony’s hooves flat, and polishing them.
>”Ya know, Anon, ever since ye started stayin with Rarity, we ain’t seen much of her round town.” She’s trying to make small talk as you try not to sweat profusely about touching a pony’s hooves.
>DAMN YOU PENIS WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT THAT FOOT FETISH
THINGS CHANGE BRAIN. WE LIKE HOOVES NOW TOO.
>”She seems ta be a little preoccupied with somethin’.” She casts a suggestive glance at you as you kneel down beside her.
“I…she’s been…been spending a lot of time in her inspiration room. That’s…that’s all I know.” You are lying to the element of Honesty. Gold star!
>What you don’t know, is that you’re exploding spaghetti everywhere and there’s a nice rosiness to your cheeks. She makes an effort to hide her smile.
>”Is that so then. Well I best believe you. You would know, after all.” Her confidence wanes as you pull out the file and gesture for a hoof, hiding your face.
>You grab her hoof, and biting the bullet, raise your head to look at it. Boner averted. Awesome.
>It’s obviously gnarled from work. She’s probably never had any work done on it professionally. Apparently pony hooves are nothing like horse hooves back home.
>They’re just kinda…flat hoovy bits. Much like a big toenail, you imagine. For her, this seems to be a big deal. For you, it’s awkward but whatever.
>You file down the hoof on all sides and edges, and polish it with a special cream that’s supposed to make it lustrous.
>You give her other hooves the same treatment, her staying quiet for the most part, an occasional whimper here and there.
>You laugh to yourself. This job was pretty fun.
>Applejack was your only honorable mention for the day. You also ran the hot-tub for Mayor Mare and a few of her colleagues, but apparently being naked all the time is different in a hot tub.
>On the way home, you initially started worrying about Applejack telling the other ponies about you and Rarity, but you figure she wasn’t the one to gossip. She was probably just worried about Rarity.
>Speaking of, Rarity has been holed up in her inspiration room for three days now. You’ve only seen her come out to get some food, only to retreat back into her private lair.
>Sweetie Belle said that she tends to do that, but you had a niggling feeling that something was awry.
>Arriving home that night, you decide to knock on her door.
”Uh…Rarity? Are you okay?”
>At the sound of your voice, you hear the sewing machine stop for a moment.
>”I’m fine. Leave me alone.” She shouts back. There was a subtle angriness to those words that you couldn’t quite place.
>…you hadn’t done anything wrong, right?
>Right.
>Wordlessly, you abscond from annoying her further, clambering into bed.
>Those dreams attack you again. They’ve not shown up since your massage session with Rarity. And just as they were, it’s a shimmering chaos of blue, white and purple.
>During the night, you awaken abruptly, shivering and sweating profusely. You have a hard time catching your breath as well. All is quiet in the house as you pant, your body tingling painfully all over.
>What the actual fuck was all that about?
>You struggle to get any sleep after that experience. The tingling sensation feels like someone is poking your body all over with tiny pins, and suddenly stopping.
>Safe to say, you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.
>Morning comes agonizingly slowly.  The tingling stopped midway through the night, and you managed to grab an hour or so of sleep.
>It wasn’t enough, and you’ve still got a few days of Estrus left. But it hasn’t been so bad. Apparently without stallions around, everyp0ny gets depressed or something.
>With a creak in your bones, you stumble out of bed, forgetting to take a shower and lazily struggling to put your clothes on.
>The stairs come at you like a mid-boss and you’re out of potions. It takes all you have left in you to not fall down them face first.
>This is going to be a miserable day, and you haven’t even gone to work.
>Surprisingly, Rarity is at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Her hair is frazzled and unkempt, eyes half lidded. She didn’t get any sleep either, it seems.
>Maybe it was something in the air.
>You grab a bowl of Cheerilee-o’s and go to the fridge for milk. None. Of course there’s no milk.
>You grab a spoon anyway and sit down next to Rarity. Sweetie Belle must still be asleep.
>She doesn’t even look at you. She’s just staring out the window, a near blank expression on her face.
>You noisily munch on the cereal, trying to be obnoxious enough to get her attention, but to no avail.
>As you go to put your bowl in the sink and leave for work, you are suddenly feeling very foolish. Alas, this regret comes after the event.
>You plant a kiss on Rarity’s head, from behind. This catches her off guard, her head turning toward you, eyes glowering and horn sparking as if it were a threat.
>You have never been scared of her before, but goddamn if you didn’t just piss yourself.
>As quickly as it happens, she’s back to normal, flatly apologizing and going back to her daydream.
>She IS mad at you, then. For whatever reason. Wow, today is going to suck hard.
>With a backward glance at her, tears nearly forming in your eyes, you look at her one last time before you depart.
>She locks eyes with you, and in those sapphire globes you see sadness. An infinite sadness you couldn’t possibly question.
>You turn and walk out of Carousel Boutique, tears streaming down your face.
>At least you had work to crowd your thoughts for a while.
>ESTRUS DAY 5
>You arrive at the Spa slowly. Your tears have long since dried, but you still feel that pain in your chest. Those eyes…god you wish you knew what secrets they held.
>You don the white paper hat, and sit down at the counter. You hope today is slow and uneventful.
>It is not.
>About halfway through your shift, you surprisingly see Rarity and Fluttershy walk into the spa.
>You haven’t gotten along with Fluttershy since you accused Angel of pooping in your food.
>Little bastard.
>But today…she seems positively cheeky to see you.
>That’s a lot of unnerving.
>”Anon, be a dear and let the girls know me and Fluttershy want the whole nine yards today.” Her tone is almost indignant at this point. You done goofed, somehow.
“A..alright, Miss Rarity.” You hadn’t called her Miss Rarity since you got over the whole ‘living with her’ thing.
>She fails to notice, closing her eyes and walking into the spa with a huff.
>Fluttershy, however, is giving you a look that you’ve only seen in hentai. And it is one of the most unsettling things you have ever seen in your life. Your tired brain makes you cringe a little as she walks by, not averting her gaze from you til you’re out of sight.
>What the fuck
>A few hours pass. You can her Rarity and Fluttershy talking to Aloe and Lotus behind you, but you can’t make out any words. Things seem to be normal.
>You hear hoofsteps, and turn to see Lotus giving you a…a smile you can’t really place.
>”Miss Fluttershy has requested you in the massage room, Mr. Anon.”
>What
>You sit there and try to compose your thoughts. You hadn’t massaged anyone since Rarity. She must have told Fluttershy. That’s why she’s giving you the doujinshi stare.
>Oh lord I am not prepared
YESSSS IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG, GIVE INTO THE PONY POON
>Shut up penis, we are too tired for your shit right now.
>Hesitantly, you reply with an “Okay, I will be right there.” Lotus seems pleased, and smiled before retreating back to the spa.
>You crack you knuckles, and rub a little lotion on your skin. Carrot Top brand Carrot Cake scent. Delicious.
>You step into the Massage room, and start the little timer on the wall next to the door.
>One hour.
>You turn and are face to face with a Fluttershy that’s barely an inch away from you, hovering.
>”Hi Anon.” She says. Wait that doesn’t sound like her voice at all. It’s confident and assertive.
>”Rarity told me all about the massage you gave her.” You swallow hard. This is definitely making you uneasy.
>”You should do the same for me.” Her muzzle is pressed against your nose and you step backwards, stumbling into the counter behind you.
>Oh god what is going on
>She hovers over to your ear, your body wracked with an immobilizing fear.
>”I want my happy ending, big boy.” She moans in your ear with hot breath, sending goosebumps all over your skin.
>This also activates the locking door.
>You’re trapped in a room with Fluttershy and you are scared out of your mind.
>Today is NOT a good day.
“Uh…uh…,” you stammer. “I…please…lay down on the table.” Now you sound more like Fluttershy than she does.
>Surprisingly, she flies over to the table and lays on her back, spreading her legs and relaxing. Yup, no joke about it, she’s giving you bedroom eyes.
>And of course your eyes immediately dart to her swollen marehood. It’s already oozing a little. The nipples nearby and reddened.
Oh god yes this is just what I’ve been hoping for
>NO PENIS NO STOP IT.
Psh, you saw those looks Rarity was giving you. She ain’t gonna put out.
>THAT’S NOT THE POINT.
>You grit your teeth a bit. You had a job to do. You were going to do it.
>Damn this honor bound contract.
> You start at her hoof, and unlike Rarity, she is not ticklish. You run a finger around the hoof and start massaging the ankle muscles.
>Fluttershy was always rather waifish. Her legs don’t hold much muscle, but you can tell there’s still a lot of stress there.
>She moans lightly.
>This is going to be fucking difficult.
>You move up her leg and reach her thigh and you try you damndest to not do anything to provoke her sex from acting up.
>You are much too late.
>As you arrive at her thighs, you can see a puddle of marejuice forming on the table. At this distance, you can even make out a smell.
>Butterscotch.
>You would laugh if your sleep deprived brain let you.
>”Mmmm, Anon…your hands are so strong…” She’s really getting into this. And so is your soldier downstairs.
>She moves her hoof to yours, moving it closer…closer…to her marehood.
>You fling your hand back and take a few reverse steps.
>”F..Fluttershy I’m not doing that.” You’re sweating, at this point.
>Oh god why is she smiling.
>”Oh you will. I know you like Rarity. She makes it so obvious when she talks about you.”
>WHAT
>”And if you don’t want to upset her best friend, I think you had better give momma what she wants.”
>SHITSHITSHIT WHAT DO WE DO
>WE HAVE NEVER BEEN BLACKMAILED BY SEX BEFORE
>…WE HAVE NEVER SEXED BEFORE EITHER NOW THAT WE THINK ABOUT IT
Just say the word guys, I can
>NO
>You stumble backwards against the counter. She’s flittering over to you now.
>”I haven’t had a good dick in years. Every stallion avoids me like the plague. I try to do it with the animals but…they’re not good enough. I always have to use the stare on them…”
>OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING
>”But you…you’re an animal too aren’t you?” She lands, her face now directly in front of your crotch. Bulging obnoxiously, of course.
>She goes to undo your pants and you flail, shoving her face away.
>”YOU LISTEN HERE MISTER” She’s looking up at you, eyes filled with an animalistic rage, “I NEED THIS.”
>You’re shaking. Panic has long since set in. She could ruin everything with Rarity. Who is she more likely to believe, the crazy human that’s invaded her private abode, or her best friend whom she’s had for years?
>You have to make a decision fast.
>Do you fuck this pony and live with that shame for the rest of your life and ruin everything with Rarity…
YES PICK THAT ONE
>…or  do you run, and never again see that glorious smile of hers…never again see those cerulean eyes looking at you, piercing your heart with their sweetness…
>You feel the tears start streaming hotly down your face. You make no effort to hide it. Not long after, you’ve sunken to the floor, bawling quietly.
>”Come on, Anon. Just rut me. I swear I won’t tell her anything. This can be our little secret.”
>She seems so goddamn pleased with herself. You can feel a grating rage building in your heart. You haven’t hurt this bad since…you can’t even remember any more.
>Your breath is shaky. Your palms are sweaty. The tears are still streaming down your face. You can’t tell if they’re fueled by rage or sorrow. They are entwined so deeply at this point.
>You’re going to do whatever it takes to make her happy again. You’ve fucked up royally. You have to make things better again. You have to show her that you’re worth it.
>You have to tell her that you love her.
>You stumble to your feet. You have purpose again. Your mind is wracked with emotion, your body running on adrenaline.
>You wish so hard that you could black out this scene.
>But you can’t.
>With a smile on her face, Fluttershy hovers over to the table, spreading her legs.
>Wordlessly, you drop your pants and boxers, your eyes catching those three diamonds at a glance. The tears renew.
>You can’t lose her.
>You won’t lose her.
>Your member stands at attention, eager to do his grim duty.
I won’t let you down guys. We’re doing this for Rarity.
>Your face is a blank slate as you approach the yellow pony.
>You pull her to the side of the table and grab her legs with your hands.
>Her sex is positively flooding, an over-eager smile adorning her once innocent face.
>With a grimace, you thrust into her.
>You are not gentle.
>But she doesn’t care; her eyes roll into the back of her head as the mere entrance floods your nethers with sickly sweet juices.
>You channel your rage and hate into your thrusts, her insides gripping at you tightly. The sensation makes it hard to focus.
>You place your hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the table, and proceed with your onslaught.
>She is having the time of her life.
>A few minutes pass, and she has orgasmed at least three times already. You’re not keeping track. You are very near to blowing your load, and you grit your teeth and stifle a moan.
>”OH YES ANON GIVE IT TO MOMMA”, she yells, lost in ecstasy.
>With an animalistic scream, you release inside of her, tears streaming down your face yet again.
>She orgasms for the last time, the Fluttershy dam breaks, and your dick, balls, and thighs are coated in her marehood.
>She lays there, panting on the table, unable to say a word.
>You turn away from her, your face wracked with sadness. You solemnly don your clothes, and the door swings open.
>”Times up, Fluttershy are you ready to…”
>And in the doorway stands Rarity, mouth aghast.