A Helping Hand P1

>Day whatever in Equestria
>You wake up groggily, a familiar fruity scent permeating your nostrils.
>Rarity had the best smelling laundry detergent ever.
>You shift out of bed and throw on your clothes. While you had insisted that yours were fine, Rarity of course made you like ten pairs of differing colors and styles.
>Why…doesn’t matter. At least you had clothes.
>Walking downstairs you see Rarity reading the newspaper. Sweetie Belle must be off at school or something.
>You’re instantly met with a glare.
>”You could have at LEAST brushed your hair or something, Anon”, Rarity expertly judges.
>”You’ll never find a job if you don’t look proper. I even made you those nice dress clothes. I took time out of MY busy day, just for you. You ought to feel flattered.”
>And she had made them white, blue, and purple. Like herself.
>”I…yeah, you’re right Rarity. But I’m the only human here. I already make an impression…”
>She cuts you off. “You’re living under MY roof, Anon. Even Sweetie Belle takes excellent care of herself without me having to ask.”
>You groan and sigh. You were a slob on Earth, and old habits die hard apparently.
>You turn around and head upstairs, quickly losing your clothes in the bathroom and stepping into the short shower. Ponies were only around four feet tall, and you were easily two feet above that.
>After a relaxingly long shower accented with Berry Punch brand bodywash, you now smell like a girl, wearing clothes designed by a girl, that look like that girl, in the house of a girl who nearly despises your presence because you can’t take care of yourself like a girl.
>Can you blame her? You were a college dropout who lived with his parents for the majority of his life. You’re biggest accomplishment was landing that cashiering job at Wal-Mart. They didn’t care how bad you did, as long as you worked.
>But here, everyone wants a pony to work, not a bipedal man-monkey. You’d think they’d like the boons that thumbs and shit would provide.
>You’d been fired from four jobs now, and if you were going to stay in Ponyville, you needed money to pay the ridiculous rent that Rarity charged you for her spare room.
>So much for generosity, but at least she didn’t throw you out. Not yet at least.
>You had only worked a day at Apple Acres, before Applejack had to ‘help you find something better suited for ya”.
>First there was helping Carrot Top with her garden, but apparently you have less green thumbs than a pony, and somehow killed the majority of her crops.
>Then you tried to help Pinkie Pie with her baking, which was decent until you somehow swapped the sugar for salt in a wedding cake, and nearly cost her her own job.
>Lastly, you attempted to help Fluttershy with her animals and stuff. Shit you loved animals, how hard could it be?
>Apparently animals do not love you. A beaver, of all things!
>She’s right though, I need to make a good impression.
>You put on the dress shirt and tie. The tie is purple, adorned with her cutie mark, the shirt itself a stark white with pinstripes of royal purple. The slacks are the same. You never even came close to wearing this quality of fabric back home…
>Heading back downstairs, you see the newspaper opened up to the help wanted ads, and hear shuffling in Rarity’s sewing room.
>Goddamn that pony works a lot.
>Peering at the newspaper, you notice there isn’t much you’d be able to do. The Cakes need a catering assistant…nope. Applejack needs an apple judger…what happened to Granny?
>Wait this one is circled
>Help Wanted: Front Counter Assistant at Ponyville Day Spa
>A spa? You mean that one that Rarity is always going to? Why would she want me to work there?
>”Darling, I can only let you stay here without paying for another day. I can’t afford to feed both you and Sweetie Belle.”
>Her now gentle voice woke you from your daydream.
>”Now, I’m going to head to the spa with Fluttershy. I expect to hear that you’ve AT LEAST found a day’s worth of bits.”
>Before you could even holler at her, the door was shut and you were alone again.
>Who else can I ask for help? Flutters is scared of me, Twilight is always too busy and doesn’t need any help anyway. Rainbow is a bloody Pegasus…
>Gathering up a meager lunch of a cheese sandwich and some carrots (stolen from Rarity of course), you head out into the bright lights of Ponyville.
>You were headed to the Spa. Because fuck it, why not.
>After asking around (and getting the strangest looks afterward) you finally approach the strange structure, an odd foo-foo smell wafting from the door.
>You enter the Spa and are attacked immediately by Bath and Body Works…but there’s nop0ny around.
>The counter is empty, and you can only faintly hear voices behind some curtains in the back.
>You’re a human being, and your cutie mark is in curiousity.
>You barge through the curtains and see a giant hot tub, surrounded by some comfortable looking chairs. But still…no one is around.
>The voices seem to be coming from another curtain to your left, with a sign marked ‘Massages’.
O…kay. Because hooves can massage? Right.
>Slowly, you peek through the curtain and see a familiar sight.
>Rarity is on her stomach on a massage table, seemingly talking to herself, but judging by her tail swishing, she has no idea she’s alone.
>And then you get an idea.
>And then you grin.
>You used to get all the friendzoned bitches back home with your massages. What’s the difference here? It’ll probably get her to like you at the very least.
>You creep over to her. Good thing she can’t see you, what with her face stuck in the table.
>Standing over you, you get a weird feeling of awe at the pony.
>Her white fur glistened in the light. Every curl of her hair was uniform and not a single hair was frayed.
>And she…smelled wonderful. You felt your pants moving a bit until your brain catches up with you.
Ponies do not smell wonderful. They’re fucking horses, what’s wrong with you. We’ve been over this.
>Right, sorry brain.
>You examine her body, and she goes on and on about some fashion show coming up.
>She may be a pony, but ponies still have muscles, and their bone structure isn’t that dissimilar.
>Hesitating, you look around for some oil and find a little bottle.
>Ugh, lavender.
>You dump a little on to your hands and rub them together, and pour a liberal amount on Rarity’s back.
>”Oh finally! I’ve been waiting for this massage for days!”
>You smile, and use the bottom of your hands to start rubbing the oil into her skin.
>And besides, you have fingers, not hooves. It’d be best for this to be a surprise.
>”Mmm…” she moans a little as you reach her shoulders. You assume because she spends a lot of time hunched over a sewing machine.
Hey buddy did you hear that?
>Yes I did, shut up.
Just checking. ;)
>Fucking penis.
>You press a little harder at the spot under her shoulderblade. You remember that being a favorite spot on a lot of people.
>And instantly, you feel a little bump. Jackpot.
>Smiling, you use the edge of your hand to try and get under the bone where the knot is hiding, and only barely get at it.
>”Oh I don’t know what you’re doing but it feels WONDERFUL.”
>She sounds excited…surprised…you kind of wonder what in the world it is that ponies do when they give these massages. Rub skin around?
>You continue doing what you were doing with that hand, while the other starts to work on her neck, the muscles there very obviously tense.
Isn’t she soft?
>Not listening.
>Various “Mmm”s can be heard as you work on her neck, giving up on the shoulder for now. Fucking pony anatomy is hard.
>Either way you’re grinning. She has no idea it’s you, and you’re making her feel wonderful. Way to go champ.
>In the corner of your eye, you see the curtain shift a little. Was that a giggle?
>Nevermind. I have work to do. I have to ‘earn my keep’.
>But goddamn if this ‘hands are hooves’ nonsense isn’t the worst idea ever.
>Fuck it.
>You crack your knuckles audibly, and go to town.
>Your fingers were always rather thin and long, so you splay them and start gently twisting her flesh
>”Oh my…I didn’t think you liked using magic Lotus…” the table says.
>And you have to stifle a laugh. Thank god this oil masked the feeling of your rough hands.
>Moving from her neck down you eventually reach her flank and briefly pause.
Dude you’re totally going to grab her ass and you’re going to love it.
>Oh god what
>”Why did you stop, love?”
Yeah bro, don’t stop now.
>Spaghetti boils in your pockets. You’re about to grab yourself a handful of ponybutt. And she’s asking for it.
What’s the worst that could happen?
>You’re right, nethers.
>With a smirk, you change tactics, applying a lot more pressure to your fingertips and running them in small circles.
>You idly trace those baby blue diamonds…they seem to shine a little at your touch.
>No they don’t. Stop that.
>Your fingers move on their own, now continuing to her thighs, and meandering down her calves. You stop a little before her hoof.
>Back on Earth, you ashamedly had a bit of a foot fetish, but not a single girl that you slept with would allow you anywhere near her feet.
>And here is a 10/10 girl right in front of you, and I bet she takes GOOD care of her fee..
>Hooves.
>HOOVES.
>You use this second to examine them. They look like a normal horsehoof, with the hard bit and the softer bit in the middle.
>Well…here goes…
>You trace your fingers past her ankle and run one around her hoof.
>She giggles a little.
>Ticklish. Hah.
>But that’s not a massage. And these aren’t feet, right boner?
Yeah man, I feel ya. There’s no toes here. You could smell them though, I bet-
>Nope.
>Moving back up with your fingers, you can actually feel her muscles attempting to relax.
>You’re also not paying attention to the face you’re feeling up her inner thigh. She doesn’t seem to mind but-
HEY LOOK AT WHERE YOUR HAND IS
>Hey where is it…Oh my.
>Your fingers are just inches from her marehood, and you’re staring, your fingers just twitching a little in place.
>You’ve never paid any attention to this part of a pony, that’s for sure. But now you can’t take your eyes off of it.
SOME MASSAGES HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS
>He begins to salute, as you observe just a trickle of wetness appear on her slit.
>Oh shit what do I do
>SHES A PONY BRO, QUIT IT
>You try and play it off, your fingers shakily passing up the sight.
>Brain 2 Penis 0, but the battle is slowly waning. Your poor pants.
>Moving away from the flank, you make the same circle motions up  to her front, albeit a bit more nervous.
>All the while she’s making moans and sighs and absolutely enjoying every second of your touch.
>BRAIN YOU ARE NOT HELPING
>Sorry bro.
>You try and calm yourself down by gently rubbing around her ears, even playfully scratching behind her ears.
>Shit ponies don’t have nails.
>Regardless, you hear a little cooing noise from her. She seems to enjoy it.
>You continue to play with her ears. It’s kinda like playing with one of those miniature ponies back home.
>And then you get an idea.
>What about her horn?
>There it stands like a majestic…horn. Up close you see tons of little ridges and a faint azure sparkle on the tip.
>Haha, magic precum, you think to yourself.
>You know he’s probably right.
>What you too brain?
>You saw the same thing he did, bro. She’s enjoying this.
>You sigh inaudibly. Why not indeed.
>You trace a finger to the base of her horn and circle it. The horn itself is warm to the touch, extremely so.
KINDA LIKE A DICK
>Shut up down there.
>Continuing to only use one finger, you trace the pattern of the horn, the mild spiraling grooves. It feels much like ivory.
>And holy crap she’s enjoying it. The horn emits some faint blue sparks for as long as you touch it.
>”Ah…hey I…thought you two didn’t like…ahhn…these types of massages…” She trails off, softly moaning. You can see her hooves gripping to the side of the table and her tail is a little raised.
>And just like that you feel a little pulse in your nethers. If you weren’t hard before, there wasn’t much stopping you now.
You know what you should do, bro?
>What’s that penis.
You should kiss it.
>Kiss the horn. The horn that’s shooting sparks at me and causing this beautiful pony to moan oh god I wish she was moaning my nam-
>Well then. Looks like self control stopped working. Here goes.
>And with that, you stoop a little and plant a kiss on those aquamarine sparks.
>She definitely notices, but for whatever reason refuses to stop you. You can see her holding on to the table. You can hear her moan again, followed by…panting?
Hey bro, let me take over.
>Okay.jpg
>With the tip of your tongue, you start the trace those grooves, the horn shooting sparks out all the while.
>You brace yourself with one hand, and start to use the other to trace lines down Rarity’s back with your nails, gently of course.
>You can practically see her shiver and get goosebumps. Ponies get goosebumps too, you guess.
>Reaching the base, you flatly lick the horn all the way up. It tastes like nothing, but it does the trick.
>She moans loudly, trailing off as your tongue leaves the horn.
>Another noise gets your attention. A door shutting?
>You look to the entrance and see a door where the curtain used to be. The deadbolt is set in the ‘locked’ position. Your guess is that it’s activated by moans. Yeah, that makes sense.
>You go back to your charge. You have a job to do.
>You kiss the length of the horn, tip to base, and before long you’re kissing her head, planting little ones on her ears, causing them to flutter slightly.
>She’s still making those cooing noises that you’ve fallen in love with.
>Goddamn you ponies.
>You stand up a little and go back to hand work, now you’re gently massaging her, but making way to her belly.
>The coat doesn’t end there, but it gets softer, and you can actually feel her flesh through the hair.
>Oh god she’s so soft.
>You bend down next to her neck, and trace her sides with nails, all of the fun causing you to make a slight moan yourself right next to her ear.
>She stirs a bit at the noise, ears perking up.
>WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE WHAT DID YOU JUST DO
>You step back a little, panic setting in.
>Sure enough, she raises her head and goddamnit you can’t handle yourself right now.
>Her eyes are half lidded, and a wide smile adorns her face. Her horn is still sparking a little.
>”Why did you stop, darling?” She asks, the smile growing wider as she notices your bulge.
>And now you’re red as a beet.
>Was this her plan all along? What the hell do you do now?
Duh?
>Oh right. Instincts.
>As you approach, she rests her head on her elbow, her azure eyes piercing into you.
>You approach the table, and bend down to her level.
>You can feel your heart about to jump out of your chest.
>Cradling her head in your arms, you kiss the pony. Or did she kiss you?
>And then time stops, as far as your concerned. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, it wasn’t a tongue filled frenzy. It was warm…soft…
>Loving.
>She pulls away, still smiling, and puts her head back down into the table.
>You stand there stunned.
>But a sound breaks your confusion, and sends you a little backwards.
>The door opened, and there stands a pony you recognize as Lotus Blossom, her eyes also a little lidded. She’s smiling as well. At you?
>”Rarity, your massage time is up.”
>She gets off of the table with grace (of course) and trots out of the room, not making any eye contact until she reaches the door.
>She turns her head just a tad, showing you her eyes. Did she just wink at you?
>Oh my god I have to go home to that.
>Oh my god I get to go home to that.