A Helping Hand P2

>You stand there in the massage room, collecting your thoughts as the situation shifts from intense molestation to reality.
Hey wasn’t that-
>Shut up boner, we’ve got this now.
>If your boner could form an evil grin, you’d swear it was doing so.
>God my hands smell like lavender still.
>Whatever.
>What just happened? I just lost my senses to a pony. A pony who obviously doesn’t like me.
>She winked at you bro. And she wanted you to continue.
>So…she likes me? No, that’s not the Rarity I know. She’s probably just happy I found a job finally.
>Wait I didn’t find a job I just walked in here.
>Shit.
>You walk out. Still nop0ny in sight.
>Going out the way you came, Lotus approaches you, still smiling.
>Here it comes.
>”Well, I can see you have some experience in massages, but generally we try and keep those kinds upstairs.” She hands you a small pouch, and you take it, still mildly confused.
>”Miss Rarity told us that you needed a job, so we opened a position for you. She’s our best client, after all. You aren’t really supposed to deal with the clients though.”
>Her Swedish accent is adorable.
> You look down at the pouch. Your first, legitimate bits.
And you earned them by making Rarity moan for you.
>I think boner is mad at me.
>”Uh, I just…there was nop0ny around, and I hear voices so I just investigated…” You rub your head nervously, “I used to do massages back home, so I figured I’d surprise her.”
>”Well, that’s fine with us but…” She looks down. Did her smile get wider? “We really only deal with female clients. Do you think you can handle that?”
She’s talking to me, isn’t she?”
>Shut up boner. Ponies aren’t my thing. I’m just…pent up.
Sure thing bro.
>”Welcome to Ponyville Day Spa, Mr. Anon. We’ve already spoke to Rarity about a uniform. You’ll start work in a few days. We’ll be in touch.”
>Still blushing, you manage a thanks, and walk out.
>You don’t even have a clue how much money you have. You pour the contents out. Seems to be about twenty coins. You decide now would be a good time to eat that sandwich.
>You wander around, terrified to go home to Squiggletail. You don’t have a damn clue how to act around her, not like you ever did to being with.
>But who the hell could you go to for help on this? You’re almost certain that no one in Ponyville makes it a point to molest their friends and neighbors.
>You always found it easy to talk to Pinkie…maybe she can help. And god knows she can keep a secret.
>You head over to Sugarcube Corner, the smells of baked goods assaulting your senses. Screw a cheese sandwich, sugar is the way to go.
>”Oh hey Anon!” Pinkie is immediately in your face as you breach the doorway.
“Hey Pinkie”, you say quietly. “I got a job finally!”
>You can see the word party click in her head near instantly.
“No hey, no parties. Maybe just make me something sweet to celebrate.”
>She frowns a little. “Oke doke Anon. But I think you’re due for a party anyway.” She trots off to the back to make you something.
You watched her flank the whole time didn’t you?
>Shut up boner, you had your fun.
>You take a seat and a moment to your thoughts. Why didn’t she stop you? Did she set all of this up?
>Pinkie quickly returns with a strawberry banana smoothie. And you love it. It’s been a while since you’ve had anything sweet. Rarity is apparently on an eternal diet, and even Sweetie Belle is restricted from her favorite cereal, Harmony Charms.
>”So, why are you dressed like Rarity?” She speaks cutely. Is she insinuating something?
”She made me some dress clothes, for the new job.  I didn’t specify color…” You sigh a little.
>”Oh okay. Well where do you work then? I’ll make sure to come by!”
“I got a job at the Spa, but to be honest I’m not sure what I’m doing there you se-“ She cuts you off, beaming.
>”Oh my gosh I love the spa! I go there all the time to get a hooficure and they have the most wonderful perfumes for sale and…”
“Pinkie!”
>”Right, sorry.” She laughs a little.
“I’m nervous. I went in there and…” You studder a little. “I ended up massaging Rarity…”
>Her face is blank. Then slowly you see that smile creep up into her crazy smile, eyes wide.
>”OHMYGOSHTHATSAMAZINGTHISWHOLETIMEITHOUGHTSHEDIDNTLIKEYOUANDWASJUSTLETTINGYOUSTAYTHEREBUTIDIDNTKNOWSHELIKEDYOUSOMUCHIHAVETOTELLEVERYONE-“
>Now you have a headache.
“Pinkie, please don’t tell anyone. I don’t know what to do right now. I came by to see if you could tell me what I should do right now. I’m not well versed in ponies.”
>She calms down a little. “Well, Anon, I’ve never known Rarity to let somep0ny touch her, let alone you. Ya know, being a human and all.” She seems to think for a moment.
>”But Rarity is one of my best friends, and I’m sure you’ll be fine no matter what happened!” She smirks.
>That’s her advice?
>You finish your smoothie, taking a note to save the whimsical red and white striped straw.
>You stand, looking down at the smiling pony.
>She’s begging for you to say something about a party, or…is that a different kind of look. Either way she’s beaming.
”Uh…thanks for the smoothie Pinkie. I’ll see ya later.”
>You leave Sugarcube Corner not much better than you were, but at least you’re happier. Your pants seem to have calmed down a little. It would probably be wise to at least talk to her, right?
>You approach the Carousel..and stop right before the door. Your hand trembling.
>You grit your teeth and open the door. You will never get used to all of this pink.
There’s a pink you WANNA get used to.
>Penis, please. Not the time.
>You look around, in the kitchen, upstairs, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone here. Looking at the clock, you guess she went out with her friends after the spa.
>Oh god what if she said something about it.
>Gotta find something to distract this stupid brain.
>Isn’t Sweetie Belle about to get home from School? I should go pick her up.
>Great idea. Fillies kill boners too.
>You head out towards the schoolhouse. I’m sure that nothing bad will happen today.
>”Hello Darling, where are you headed?” “Hiya Anon!”
>Rarity and Sweetie Belle.
>You immediately start blushing. You swear you can still see traces of your saliva on her horn.
>”I…I was going to come walk you home from School Sweetie Belle. Share with you the good news and all…that.”
>Those awkward pauses are going to be the death of you.
>”Thanks Anon! You do really spend too much time in your room, you know.” She chimes in, smiling.
>”What’s the good news, Anon? Finally find a job?” Rarity asks plainly.
>Oh god she’s good.
Oh she probably is
>NOT THE TIME
“I found a job, finally. At the Day Spa. I start in a couple days.”
>You hold out your bits sack.
“I actually earned my first day’s wage, too.” You put on your cool face. “All I had to do was to help around”
>Goddamn you are a terrible liar.
>”That’s lovely dear. What is it you’ll be doing?” She expertly interrogates.
“S…stuff. I don’t know really. I assume just uh…helping…?”
>You’re studdering a little.
>”Well, I’m glad. You do spend a little too much time by yourself. I can’t imagine what you’re doing in there all of the time.” She says it with a smirk, but you can feel a bit of acid still.
>This is going to be an odd day.
>You walk home with them. Sweetiebelle retells her day. Apparently Diamond Tiara is terrible at spelling, which got her and the CMC rolling with laughter.
>Rarity listened intently, staying quiet, which was very unlike her.
I don’t like where this is going.
>You approach the door, and see Opal leaving.
>That cat hates you.
“How about I fix us some lunch?”
>Sweetie Belle’s eyes light up. Rarity instead goes in her Inspiration Room without a word.
>Uh…okay.
>You make her a grilled cheese sandwich with some potato chips.
>You snack lightly on the chips, smoothies are filling as hell.
>You chat with Sweetie a little. She wonders about your lack of cutie mark, thinking that she’s like a human and is just talented at everything.
>These fillies.
>You go upstairs and shut the door. Rarity hadn’t installed a knob, or a lock, but that’s fine with you. It’s not like you do much of anything private anyway.
We used to.
>Sorry penis.
>You take off your shirt and pants. Rarity made you some silk boxers…of course adorned with her cutie mark.
>Goddamn it’s like you’re her property.
>You climb into your small bed and lay above the covers, just enjoying the sunlight playing through the window. You need some time to think, but all you do is end up asleep.
>Your dreams are a little more interesting than the ones back on earth, but so far you still can’t make any shapes. This time you just get swirls of blue and purple…weird.
>You wake up a couple hours later. You reckon it’s around 6 or 7 already, judging by the sun.
>Deciding that the best option right now is to write, you sit at your desk and jot down what happened today, trying not to make it seem like you enjoyed making a pony moan.
>It is difficult.
>Shaking those thoughts from your head, you throw on some regular clothes and head downstairs. Goddamn Ponyville was boring.
>You spend the rest of the day to yourself, mingling in the market place. You get an idea to smooth things over with Rarity: buy her some candy. Bitches love candy.
>It is nighttime, and your heart is still beating a little odd. Ever since the morning, actually.
>You grasp the bag of candy and open the door to Carousel Boutique.
>You can hear Rarity’s sewing machine running in the other room. Swallowing hard, you walk into her sewing room.
>She doesn’t hear you walk in. Ponies do not often have doors.
>You take a seat and watch her work. It looks like she’s doing something in…you think it’s satin? Fuck it I’m no seamster. Is that what they’re called?
>Of course you can feel your eyes wandering just a tad now and again. Watching her mane flip around, the swishing of her tail, the fierce eyes that she gets while working…
>SHE
>IS
>A
>PONY
>She’s a horse. She’s got hooves. And…her tits are in the wrong place. I mean you were weird back on Earth, but…
You’re the only human here, and unless you’re going to handle it yourself, you better find something better.
>Boner is back, of course. After all that moaning and…stuff…this morning, it was going to be hell if you didn’t rub one out…but you hadn’t even thought of anything sexy since your abrupt arrival.
>And here you are, being immensely attracted to a creature of the opposite gender, which clearly enjoys your touch on her soft body and…
>Okay this is getting us nowhere boner. You win. But we don’t have a lock on the door. Or really a door, for that matter.
Fuck it.
>Wisdom.
>While you daydream, apparently your body decided to betray you. Your hand is now idly groping at your shorts.
“I should go.”
>Why the fuck did you say that aloud?
>Before spaghetti starts to boil, you high-tail it out of there.
High-tail is a pun, Anon
>NOT THE TIME PENIS
>Of course, you looked back to Rarity just before passing through the doorway.
>And she was looking straight at you.
>Jimmies have begun to rustle.
>You quickly abscond up the stairs, shutting your ‘door’.
>You sit on your bed, burying your head in your hands.
>It’s come to this, huh Penis?
I’m afraid so, Anon. Embrace the horsefuckery.
>Imagination, you remember anything vaguely human?
>It all seems to be replaced by marshmallow ponies.
>God I wonder if they taste like marshmallows…
>GODDAMN. How quickly the mighty have fallen, brain.
>With a sigh, you strip your shorts off, and feel a little sad getting rid of the silk boxers. Those felt amazing. Your testicles haven’t been treated that well since infancy.
>Lube? Of course not. You’re doing this dry.
>The familiar grasp returns, and apparently you’ve been raring to go, your dick covered in precum.
>And you let loose a weak moan at the touch. What the hell, that’s never happened before.
>You close your eyes, and get to work, keeping a steady pulse while your brain goes to work.
>And your brain is working, alright.
>Okay guys, what do we have to work with? Are you sure we have nothing human? Fuck. Sorry Anon.
>Unleash the Rarity.
>Your neurons start firing, and they’re all Squiggletail. You can feel the soft skin against your hands, the taste of her raw magic…those wanting eyes…
>And the moans. Oh god the moans. If only she’d call out your name. That would complete it.
>”Mmmm….Anon…!” A muffled voice moans from beyond your door.
>Your mind turns to mush as you climax, moaning loudly yourself. Screw muffling.
>You don’t know if you’ve ever came so hard in your life, your back arching over the bed, your dick shooting a good three feet, nearly hitting you square in the face.
>Your knuckles are white as they grip the sheets of your bed, your exhausted body slowly sinking off and to the floor.
>You sit there panting, your brain going nuts, your shirt covered in your own seed. It’s been weeks…maybe even months since you’ve fapped, and it was never that intense.
>You realize you probably only have a few moments before you’re too tired to stay awake.
>Stumbling to your feet, a bit of jizz sliding off your shirt, you push open the door.
>No one is there, of course. Did you imagine that? Because that was pretty amazing.
>Did you also imagine that wet spot over there? Probably. Brain is too tired to think right now.
>You stumble back to bed, throw off your shirt and let the darkness take you.