A Rare Moment of Relaxation [cuddle] (Rarity/Anon)

> You are always sore by the end of your shift at the spa
> After all, who massages the masseuse?
> The night air crisp with the promise of Autumn
> As you walk to your apartment, you notice one of the windows at the carousel boutique is open
> Rarity leans out with a sigh, her breath misting
> Sometimes you think moonlight was made for her
> Nevertheless, there are protocols
"Good evening, Miss Rarity."
> She peers down at you, the very picture of high class curiosity
> "Why, if it isn't Anonymous! And how are you this evening?"
"A little sore, I must confess."
> You chuckle ruefully
"Nothing a good night's sleep won't fix. May I ask what keeps you up so late?"
> She smiles at you
> "You may. It is a particularly fussy ensemble for a minor Canterlot nobility. For whatever reason, gems won't hang right, and it shall most certainly be the death of me."
> She slumps dramatically against the window frame, a hoof tragically upon her brow
> You shake your head in amusement
"Then I shall leave, you to your noble death, and I to my muscles' undoing."
> You give her a polite nod, and set to walking
> A slight pause, then,
> "Oh Anonymous, darling?"
> You stop and turn
"Yes, Miss Rarity?"
> She gives you a considering look
> "I believe I shall take a break. Would you care to join me?"
> Huh
> This is new
"It would be my pleasure."
> She gives you a wide smile, then disappears from the window
> You make your way over to the front door, bemused at this turn of events
> Moments later, it opens to reveal a more composed Rarity
> "Do come in. Could I tempt you with some tea?"
"Hot chocolate, please."
> "Of course. Follow me."
> You pass through the darkened storefront, actively ignoring the mannequins
> You can almost imagine their blank gaze on your back as you enter the living area
> Rarity sits you down at her table, absently pulling small jars from a cupboard
> The kettle floats over, filling two mugs
> Not for the first time, you are impressed with the finesse of her levitation magic
> In moments, you are stirring a mug of hot chocolate, trying to gauge when it would be safe to take a sip
> "It has been far too long since you last visited. You simply must tell me what has been happening in your life."
> Good ol' Rarity
"Sorry to disappoint, but I have been almost completely occupied by my job at the spa. Training, observing, and taking care of my clients as well. I generally don't have much time for anything more than grocery shopping from time to time."
> She takes a deep breath through her nose
> "Mmmm yes, they do work you quite hard, I can smell your sweat beneath all those massaging oils."
> You take a serruptitiously whiff of your armpit, but it doesn't seen so bad
"Really?"
> Rarity laughs from behind her hoof
> "Oh no need to be so self-conscious, darling. It is actually a rather pleasant musk, if you must know. After all, what mare does not appreciate a hardworking stallion?"
> In your slightly flustered state, you find it hard not to tease back
"I'll have to keep an eye out for that the next time Big Mac comes to market."
> She fans herself with her hoof
> "Oh my, yes. That pony is a national treasure."
> You take a sip of the hot chocolate
"I must say, this is some fine hot chocolate!"
> Rarity takes a sip of her own tea
> "You like it? It's a special blend from Mrs. Cake. Tell her Rarity sent you, and I'm sure she'll sell you some."
> You raise your eyebrows
"It's that exclusive?"
> Rarity nods
> "I'm told the secret ingredient is expensive enough that they really can't afford to make large quantities. Rather than turning away most of their customers, they decided to keep it in the family, as it were."
"Duly noted. And thank you, for the reference."
> She smiles
> "Think nothing of it, darling."
> The conversation is light, and the mugs drain slowly
> By the end if it, you are feeling positively lethargic
"-thargic."
> "Come, you can sleep in the guest bedroom."
> She leads you to a small room with what seems to be the fluffiest bed in Equestria
> You collapse face first on the blankets, and moan in contentment
> "My, but you are sore, aren't you?"
> You are about to correct her when she starts kneading you back
> Waves of pleasure course through your body, and you surrender to her touch
> Your body jostles slightly as her hoofs press firmly into your knotted muscles
> The pillow muffles your moan, but it is quite load even so
> Rarity chuckles and mutters something under her breath
> Minutes later, you are Anonymous, the putty man
> You are so jelly
> At some prodding, you turn over and lay on your back
> Then she climbs up onto your chest and kneads your pectorals
> Forget jelly, you are now soup
> You are utterly unable and unwilling to move
> When Rarity lowers herself to your chest, you only make a mild protest
> "Pardon me darling, but I am nearly as exhausted as you are."
> She nuzzles softly against your neck
> You can feel her breathing in your scent
"Having fun down there?"
> Her tail twitches, swishing between your legs
> "Of course, darling. You are a perfectly  gentlecolt, and your presence is very reassuring. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to sleep."
> You chuckle, your belly bouncing with laughter
> She gives you an arch look before settling back down into the crook of your neck
> You lay there together, utterly relaxed and pleasantly warm
> As your eyelids close, you sigh happily
> This is the life