Hands-On Experience (Anon/Sunset, Feels and sfw)

>This was it
>Friday
>The culmination of a millennium's efforts
>A plot so grad, so earth-shatteringly clever, that you were (justifiably) rubbing your hands together
"WahahahaHA!~"

>Wait..

"Mwahahahaha~!"
>MUCH better!
>What?
>Oh, right!
>Your name is Anon, and for about a week (give or take, like, a few days) you've been planning a surprise pampering day for your usually-loving girlfriend, Sunset Shimmer
>Why the pampering?
>Well as it turns out, smart people, like Sunny, take harder classes
>Those harder classes come with more, harder homework
>And that leads to stress
>Add on top of it social responsibilities (just keeping track of Pinkie is a full-time job) and the occasional magical shenanigans
>All of that leads to one very tightly wound Sunset Shimmer
>She'd been moody, snippy, and generally kind of a jerk to anyone who so much as looked at her all week
>Which was kind of a problem for you, because you liked looking at her
>A lot
>You weren't the only one who'd noticed it either
>The bad mood thing that is, not the whole lost-in-how-stupid-gorgeous-your-girlfriend-is thing
>Yeah

>Anyways, being the proactive sort (hey, don't laugh) you'd enlisted the various services of Sunny's friends
>Meaning, you'd asked them for ideas and gone with the one that wasn't fucking insane or a party
>Rarity, Flutters, and, surprisingly, Twilight, had all suggested a spa day to help her unwind
>Now, you COULD have paid a bunch of money to send her to Aloe and Lotus, but you really wanted to give this a personal touch
>Heh, massage, personal touch
>Ahem, anyways, using internet guides, books, and Rare's expertise, you'd compiled a list of techniques and oils which should do the trick
'Gulp'
>You hope...

>'Knock knock knock'
>Ah, she's here!
>You give one last sweep of your bedroom and a careful glance to your computer, to make sure nothing lewd out in the open
>....
>'Knock knock knock!'
>.....
>'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'
>Okay, NOW you can let her in!
>What, stalling? Never!
>...
>Taking a breath, you walk to the door, palms sweating with nervousness as you reach for the doorknob
'Here goes-'
>'SLAM!'
>...
>....
>?
>Oh look, the ceiling
"Ugh..."
>Man, did your head always hurt this much?
>There's a ringing in your ears and spots dominate your vision
>One spot in particular is really, really big
>Hey, that's no spot, that's a-
>"Anon!"
>No, silly, that's a Sunset!
"Whahappun?"
>You tilt you head to see your door, wide open, and the spare key that you gave Sunny laying on the carpet
>Ohhhh.
>You can connect the non-eye dots

>And that noise in your ears is most definitely Sunny apologizing over and over
>As the throbbing subsides, you wave her off
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
>She helps you to your feet, chewing nervously on her lip
>Great, she's stressed out even more now and you haven't even started
>Awesome job, idiot
>You shut the door with a sigh and turn to face her, a smile on your lips
>Take Two!
"Sorry about all that, Sunny... Redo?"
>Her striped hair bobs as she nods, as eager to forget what just happened as you are
"Awesome. Right, so..."
>"Anon, why were you avoiding me all day today?"
>Your eyes go wide as Sunset fixes you with a deadly puppy-dog stare, pouting
"I-I-I wasn't, Sunny, honest, just-"
>Those soulful eyes suddenly take on a twinkle, her pout becoming a playful smirk
>"Did it have anything to do with the girls trying to keep me busy all day?"
>She scans the room and then you, studying your panicked features for any weakness
>"And did /that/ have anything to do with the note in my locker, inviting me back to your place?"
>Said note waves in her hand
>The text on it reads "Anon's Spa and Resort, Good At Any Time"
>Sunset holds it up to the light, studying it
>"Honestly, what is this? It's like something a kid gives their mom at the last minute on Mother's Day
>Oh man, this girl...
>You really know how to pick 'em, Anon
>Though to be fair, this relationship hadn't gone nearly as poorly as your attempt to woo Gilda

>Coughing into your fist, you struggle to find a way to turn this around
"Ah, well, that's a shame. I was sure you'd like it. This secret thing I have planned. That's a secret. From you."
>Her eyes narrow at your clumsy evasion
>But no one, not even Sunset's worst enemies, could call her stupid
>Again, she smirks
>"You know, it's cute. I know you're playing me..."
"Uhuh..."
>"So show me. Uh, please."
>She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear
>'S that a blush?
>Awe
>Cutest former-bully
"Will do!"
>You snap a sloppy salute, which earns you a punch in the shoulder
"Owie..."
>"Hurry up already!"
>Cutest mostly-former-bully

>You guide the impatient red-head back to your bedroom door, pushing it open with a flourish
"Tadah~!"
>Inside is your bed, with fresh, new sheets, beside which sits a table covered in towels, massage oils, and even a robe
>You'd kinda had to guesstimate the size of the robe, but you were pretty sure it would fit her
>Like, 78% sure
>And that's passing!
>"Anon, this is really... wow..."
>You can't help but beam with pride as Sunny checks everything out
>She picks up a bottle of oil and the robe, inspecting their quality with her back turned to you
"So, what do you think?"
>In a blur, her arms are wrapped around you in a hug you don't think Pinkie could match
>Well, only thing to do is hug her back, yeah?
>"Mmffmm..."
"Can't hear you, Princess."
>She tries again, pulling her face from your chest
>"I-I'm sorry..."
"Sunny...?"
>Why is she crying?

>She lets go and you do the same, giving her some space
>Sunset had a bad habit of running from her problems
>It'd kill you if you spooked her into running from your house
>She sits on the bed and you put your back against the wall opposite her
>The both of you are silent, save Sunset's sniffling and the occasional wrinkling of cloth
>It's hard to stop yourself from hugging her
>As she calms down, the best you can do is take a seat beside her, just inches apart
>Dating Sunset Shimmer was never easy
>But it was always worth it
>You just had to be patient sometimes
>....
>......
>"Um... sorry... I just..."
"It's okay, Sunny, take your time."
>You give her what you hope is a comforting smile
>It works, a little, you think
>She takes a deep breath before looking up at you
>"Thanks..."
>Her hand finds yours and squeezes, a little gesture that you return
>You nod for her to continue
>"I just... the massage thing... It's such a sweet idea and I can see how much work you put into it and... I can't do it..."
"Can you... tell me why?"
>For a brief moment her grip goes from comforting to painful before relaxing again
>A few more moments pass

>".... Can I... show you why instead?"
>That gives you pause of confusion
"Uh, sure, Sunny. Whatever you need to do. I'll be right next to you."
>Again, that tight, desperate squeeze
>Sunset stands up with uncertain grace, carefully shedding her beloved leather jacket and handing it to you, all while keeping her back turned
>What on Earth is she doing?
>As you watch, her fingertips toy with the hem of her top
>"Anon, remember my whole... incident after the Fall Formal?"
"I... yeah? But Sunny, what does that have to do with anything...?"
>Is she just stalling, or...?
>"Everything"
>You see her shoulders tense before she lifts off her shirt, standing there with only her bra
>Any other time you'd be thrilled about this, but it isn't Sunset's underwear that captures your eyes
>Not even close

>Instead, your eyes are drawn to a pair of symmetrical, painful-looking burn scars, long and thing, trailing down her shoulder blades
>You gulp, mouth dry, gripping her discarded jacket almost angrily
>It's stupid
>You know there's no one to be mad at, that she's probably had these for a while, but still...
>You don't make a sound, swallowing any questions
>Sunset..
>She stands with her back straight, arms wrapped around herself
>It isn't because the room is cold
>"After the girls helped me... well I guess fate decided I needed permanent reminders about what I'd tried to do..."
>Finally, she turns to face you with those shimmering eyes
>"I just.... I couldn't accept this, or you, not without showing you what I'm always going to carry with me. These marks, shadows of who and what I was... what I could be.."

>You don't remember standing up
>Not consciously, at least
>But you're there, in front of her, arms wrapped around and holding her close
"Sunny, I'm not... I don't like you just for who you are right now. I like you for who you were, who you'll be in the future... I want to be there with you, good and bad."
>Admittedly, you aren't great at heart-to-hearts, but you need to prove to Sunset that you actually care, even if you fumble it a little bit
"Okay? So these..."
>Carefully, your fingers brush just on the outside of her scars
>She stiffens, but doesn't pull away
"I don't want you to be ashamed of them... I want you to feel as beautiful as I know you are..."
"Will you let me?"
>A pause
>"Okay..."
>A small smile on her lips, she takes a step back, not out of your arms, but just enough to look you in the eyes
>"I'll let you give me a massage... dork."

>It takes a little bit of time to get things prepared again (the scented candles had burned out in the middle of your talk and you didn't really have any backups) plus giving Sunset some time to undress and put on her robe while you were checking and double-checking your list of techniques
>But the effort is worth it
>Sunset lays mostly naked, save a few towels for modesty's sake, on your bed-come-massage table
>Now it's your turn to be nervous
>Some online advice and a few youtube tutorials were one thing, but actually doing the deed was another
>You steel your resolve
>Now is not the time for boners, Anon, now is time for action!
>It starts simply enough
>The base of her spine, her shoulder-blades, carefully working around her sensitive scar tissue as you drive out the swell of knots deeply rooted in her muscles
>You aren't teribly surprised when you come across the remnants of where her tail had been attached, focusing on your work
>That isn't the hard part, though
>The hard part
>"A-Ah~! Oh fuck~..."
>Is listening to Sunset
>It's fucking lewd
>"F-F-ah, gawd, shit... AH~!"
>Makes it especially difficult to not falter or let your hands wander
>You have never been more aroused in your life

>By the end of it all, both you and Sunset are panting, hard, unwilling and unable to move for two entirely different reasons
>Sunny, because you just ground your hands to dust driving every bit of stress from her muscles
>By this point, she's a quivering, flushed, mass of smooth, oiled skin
>And you, because every movement tortures your straining, clothed arousal
>It feels like you transferred all of her tenseness into your own body
>It is a good pain.

>"A-Anon?"
"Yeah, Sunny...?"
>She shifts, turning to look at you, still painting, her cheeks red and eyes half-lidded
>"That coupon... 's it just a one-time use or... could we do this again, some time...?"
>That gets a tired laugh from you
>You brush away her curtain of hair to kiss her cheek
"Whenever you want, Princess"

>You're going to need to start setting aside money for massage oils
>Maybe get a part-time job at the Ponyville spa, even
>You're going to need the experience to keep your Sunny happy