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Pink Haze

By Glimbrain
Created: 2025-01-12 23:24:01
Updated: 2025-01-14 22:31:19
Expiry: Never
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  1. Synopsis: Anon is bullied by three pink mares.
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  3. *** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***
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  5. LATEST UPDATE: Line 889
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  7. Just a heads up to any readers: the first complete draft of this story is already fully written (330k~ words). I only need to proofread and update it as I go along.
  8. As for the content of the story itself, expect fetishes and a whole bunch of self-indulgent wish fulfilment. If any of that sounds interesting to you—peep this space.
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  10. Current kink list: femdom, ass kissing, unwashed mare musk, hoofrubs
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  12. *** STORY ***
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  14. >You're a stranger in a strange land, the only human living in Equestria—a magical realm that is predominately populated by sapient pastel ponies.
  15. >Once upon a time, you were but a humble earthling humbly living on your humble Planet Earth.
  16. >But about a year back, an otherworldly portal suddenly appeared out of thin air and sucked you straight out of your mundane comforts.
  17. >Thus, you were swiftly yanked out of your old world, hurled through a space-time warp—and promptly plopped smack-dab in the middle of a sprawling alien street.
  18. >The portal dissipated shortly afterwards, leaving you stranded with no way to return home.
  19. >Surprisingly, despite your bombastic entrance, the colourful inhabitants of this land paid your sudden arrival little mind.
  20. >You would later find out that your spontaneous feat of extradimensional travel was just another drop in the pond when it came to everyday Equestrian life.
  21. >That's not to say you didn't get at least a few minutes of fame; there were more than a few curious news outlets who wished to interview you—which was attention you unabashedly relished.
  22. >However, your celebrity status didn't last very long at all—and you were soon accepted into this alien society without much fuss.
  23. >It turns out that a hairless ape is a fairly mundane sight when compared to talking yaks, fire-breathing dragons, and bird-horses that can turn into fish-horses.
  24. >So, after running through some paperwork, you became a proud citizen of the Crystal Empire—which was the place where that portal had dumped you—and you slowly began to carve out your own way of life within this shiny new world.
  25. >Naturally, you needed to get that bread, but you also wished to find your niche—something that only Equestria's sole human could bring to this pastel pastiche of culture.
  26. >After suffering no less than four failed business ventures, you pondered to yourself:
  27. >These ponies could speak, sure, but they were still animals at the end of the day.
  28. >They had animal bodies, animal instincts—animal *desires.*
  29. >Deep down, these ponies all had itches that yearned to be scratched—primitive urges that they could never hope to sate by themselves.
  30. >That's where you would come in; you would happily satisfy those bestial cravings of theirs—for a small fee, of course.
  31. >All you had to do was use what your momma gave you:
  32. >Your soft, supple human hands.
  33.  
  34. >Sure, massage parlours were already a well-established concept in Equestria, but after some independent research—you soon came to notice a few critical flaws within the industry:
  35. >Pony hooves were too blocky;
  36. >Dragon claws were too sharp;
  37. >But your delightful little grabbers? Juuust right.
  38. >With that revelation, you knew exactly what you had to do:
  39. >You opened up a massage parlour straight from the comfort of your own home.
  40. >Appropriately, you named your new business "Handyman."
  41. >In order to make sure your hands were working above board, you spent most of your savings on purchasing a parlour permit—but you were dead certain that the chance to achieve your dreams was worth any price.
  42. >Raw ingenuity and unbridled optimism coursed throughout your veins; you were set to introduce an unprecedented demand for human hands and human-hand–related accessories.
  43. >And as the sole supplier of both—you were ready to make bank.
  44. >…
  45. >That was the idea, anyway.
  46. >Fast forward to the present day, and you have been running this massage parlour of yours for several months now.
  47. >Unfortunately, business is not in fact booming.
  48. >You do get a few clients here and there, but not nearly as many as you had initially hoped.
  49. >Equestria's currency happens to be minted in the form of gold coins that are called bits—and you are currently bit-starved.
  50. >You live paycheck to paycheck—or rather, client to client.
  51. >The combination of monthly rent and business expenses add up; whenever you're not busy dipping your toes in the red—you're only barely making enough to scrape by.
  52. >You may have made a minor miscalculation at some point.
  53. >But where?
  54. >Not enough advertising?
  55. >Not enough experience?
  56. >Not enough clientele willing to let a human run his freaky little alien hands all over their body?
  57. >Or maybe…maybe it's because you aren't even the only massage parlour on the street.
  58. >…Yeah. It's probably that.
  59. >Fucking Smooth Claws.
  60. >Still, this has been your longest-running business venture thus far—and you don't intend to give up now.
  61. >Call it stubborn pride or simple-minded naivete—but you've been holding onto the slim hope that things will turn around for you.
  62. >Ever since that portal displaced you into Equestria—you've started believing in miracles.
  63. >Hell, the fact that your startup massage parlour has even managed to survive this long is another miracle in your eyes.
  64. >So, who's to say that one more fortuitous anomaly isn't lurking around the very next corner?
  65. >If you had the choice—you'd greatly appreciate the sudden yet inexplicable death of all your business rivals.
  66. >But the unexpected patronage of a generously affluent client would also be highly welcome.
  67. >Either of those would do it for you.
  68. >Or both. Both would be good.
  69. >Yeah. That's all you ask—just one more miracle.
  70. >And then you'll be living like a king.
  71.  
  72. >For now, though—today's a day just like any other.
  73. >Your massage parlour is presently open for business—and thus, you are currently seated behind your reception desk, calmly counting the minutes away.
  74. >The reception itself is a moderately sized room with a rectangular layout—it also happens to double as your lounge when you're off the clock.
  75. >At one end, you recline against the back of your cushioned crystal chair, while your feet are kicked up on top of your solid crystal desk.
  76. >At the other end, your front door awaits—ever eager to welcome in the veritable crowd of customers that you shall one day receive.
  77. >As for the rest of your establishment, it's…suitably homey.
  78. >Your walls are lined with plain blue wallpaper; some of it peels away at points.
  79. >Your carpet is a darker shade of blue; it's also very scraggy.
  80. >Your couch lies against the left wall, functioning as waiting room seating; it's currently unoccupied.
  81. >A wooden bulletin board is fixed upon your right wall; there's barely anything posted on it, but you like to think that its mere presence makes you look pretty damn professional.
  82. >A few potted crystal chrysanthemums dot the perimeter of the room; they all smell florally stagnant.
  83. >A cooling cup of joe rests atop the crystal desk in front of you; it's a quarter empty.
  84. >Directly to your left, a short hallway trails deeper into your house and leads into your parlour proper—the place where the handsy magic happens.
  85. >However, your next appointment isn't due for another hour, which means you've got time to kill.
  86. >So, as your raised feet leisurely rest upon your desk, your slightly sweaty hands hold the latest issue of "Playcolt"—a deliciously salacious magazine.
  87. >These prurient pages possess promiscuous photos aplenty; many half-lidded mares lie within, all presenting their ample curvature.
  88. >Some rest on their side, one hindleg tantalisingly crossed over the other.
  89. >Some lounge on their back, with one of their forelegs reaching down to cover their bare crotch.
  90. >While others point their shapely rear ends directly at the camera—yet their tucked tails prevent prying eyes from witnessing anything scandalous.
  91. >Provocative pictures, all.
  92. >Ponies are naturally naked, yet the pictures with them wearing lingerie somehow manage to be even *more* thought provoking.
  93. >Now, you might be a human and all…
  94. >But you would.
  95. >You *so* would.
  96. >You've lived in this world long enough to stop giving a damn about the species barrier.
  97. >Problem is: you've got no game—even in magical horse land.
  98. >But what you *do* have—are the pictures in this magazine.
  99. >These wonderful, sinful photos.
  100. >…Alas, you maintain enough scruples to stop yourself from rubbing one out on company time.
  101. >You must at least *pretend* to be a professional—you owe yourself that much.
  102. >Even if your next appointment is still in an hour.
  103. >Even if barely anyone comes in here anyway.
  104. >…
  105. >Hm.
  106. >Maybe just a—
  107. >*Dinga-linga-ling*
  108.  
  109. "A-ah!"
  110. >That's the sound of your fancy door chime jingling.
  111. >Which means your front door has just been opened.
  112. >Which means you have customers.
  113. >Prospective clients, perhaps?
  114. >That's great!
  115. >Prospective clients who are about to see you with your feet kicked up on the desk, perusing a softcore porno mag?
  116. >That's…uh…
  117. >Shit.
  118. >Scrambling to re-orient yourself, you quickly toss your copy of Playcolt on the floor under your desk, keeping it far away from scrupulous sights.
  119. >Your legs swing every which way in your haste to sit upright and look presentable; thankfully, your flailing feet miss your coffee cup.
  120. >As soon as your dollar-store shoes touch down on your carpet, you straighten both your posture and your shirt—just in time for your visitors to enter the room.
  121. >There are three of them, cheerfully chattering amongst themselves.
  122. >And they're all mares.
  123. >Whew…
  124. >No. Bad Anon. Get your mind out of the gutter.
  125. >You're a professional.
  126. >And a professional has a discerning eye—especially when it comes to potential customers.
  127. >Thus, the first thing you notice are their appearances.
  128. >For starters—their coats are all in varying shades of pink.
  129. >The pegasus on the left has a salmon-pink coat, while her mane is baby blue.
  130. >Her mane has been curled into ringlets, and her tail has been curled up into a swirly roll; also, both her mane and tail are topped off with a cutesy cream-coloured bow.
  131. >Overall, she looks kind of doll-like—which does unnerve you just a little bit.
  132. >She's easily the smallest of the trio, standing half a head shorter than most mares—her cohorts included.
  133. >The unicorn on the right has a cerise-pink coat, while her mane is two-tone, combining both yellow and orange.
  134. >Her mane's long forelock is styled in a wavy loop, and her tail is fairly standard; also, a red hairband ties the back of her mane up into a ponytail.
  135. >Overall, she bears a frizzily unkempt appearance—looking like she just rolled out of bed five minutes ago.
  136. >She's middle-of-the-road as far as pony heights go, but you note that she's quite portly in stature; she's certainly not overweight—but she has a noticeable potbelly.
  137. >Last but not least, the mare in the middle stands at the forefront, clearly leading the group; her coat is light pink, and her short, swirly mane is pinkish-purple with blue highlights.
  138. >She's the tallest of the trio, having a slender build that places her a full head higher than the average mare.
  139. >She's also fully decked out in fancy looking regalia—wearing silver hoof shoes, a silver chest plate that has a heart-shaped slab of blue crystal embedded into the front, and a crown that appears to be made of solid blue crystal.
  140. >And if that wasn't enough, she bears both wings *and* a horn, which makes her an…uh…
  141.  
  142. >Wait, shit. You've heard about this.
  143. >Ponies like her are both exceptionally rare and extremely high up in the social ladder.
  144. >They're called…what was it now…
  145. >Alicorns?
  146. >Yeah, one of those.
  147. >…Hold on. This means that an *alicorn* is checking out your humble parlour.
  148. >Could this be it? Your golden opportunity to hit it big in the massaging industry?
  149. >If you manage to get an personal endorsement from a member of the ruling elite, customers will come flooding in—you're sure of it.
  150. >And with customers—comes money.
  151. >You could finally make enough moolah to move out of this dinky home office.
  152. >Ah, you can see it now…
  153. >Anon: Alicorn Masseur.
  154. >…Oh, but first—
  155. >They say that first impressions make all the difference.
  156. >So, after combing your hair back with a hand and clearing your throat, you calmly address your privileged patronage with a practised tone:
  157. "Welcome to—"
  158. >"Ugh," the alicorn interrupts you with a groan. "What *is* this place? It's so tacky."
  159. >And just like that, her dismissive words and droning tone knock nearly all of the high-flying wind out of your sails.
  160. >Her bored blue eyes lazily scan the establishment's interior, paying no heed to its established owner.
  161. >She completely ignores you—however, you have nonetheless managed to capture the attention of her two cohorts.
  162. >Neither of them speak a word—and yet they don't have to, for their gazes convey their character at a glance.
  163. >The scarlet eyes of the pegasus are filled with clear curiosity as she looks you over.
  164. >A perfectly innocuous smile adorns her features, yet there's a subtle sharpness to her gaze—as if she's peering straight into your very soul.
  165. >On the other hand, the unicorn fixes upon you with a smirk and a snort; her tail wags from side to side as she eats you up with her eyes.
  166. >Her amber gaze readily relays a overbearingly belligerent inferno—one that threatens to fully consume you the longer you maintain eye contact with her.
  167. >Between these two mares—you're not sure which one of them discomforts you more.
  168. >They both seem like bad news; it's only a gut feeling—but you trust in your intuition like a brother.
  169.  
  170. >In any case, you curtly turn your attention away from them and look back to the alicorn—
  171. >Who has now wandered over to your roomy bulletin board to scrutinise it.
  172. >"Eugh," she groans, "girls, take a look at this board; it's basically empty." She looks back to them with a unimpressed frown. "Not a good look for this business if you ask me."
  173. >The alicorn's voice is shrill and commanding; she talks as if she's owed the world.
  174. "Um, Miss?"
  175. >"Doesn't surprise me, though. I can't imagine anypony actually *wanting* to visit this stuffy shop."
  176. "Miss."
  177. >She walks over to one of your potted plants and prods it with a forehoof, lightly giggling to herself as she does.
  178. >"I mean, look at these pathetic little flowers! I've never seen plants this puny!" She shakes her head. "They're nothing like what *I* have."
  179. "M-miss."
  180. >She then sniffs the air, soon wrinkling her nose.
  181. >"And they don't do a *thing* to cover up the horrid stench that stinks up this place, eugh."
  182. >You pinch the bridge of your own nose in a attempt to allay your building frustration.
  183. >Meanwhile, the unicorn tears her gaze away from you, closing her eyes and loudly snorting up the air.
  184. >Her expression soon settles into a deeply satisfied smile.
  185. >"Mm…I dunno, Flurry. I think it smells kinda nice."
  186. >The alicorn whips around and tosses her unicorn friend a judgemental glance.
  187. >"That's 'cause you're a weirdo, Lustie."
  188. >"Pfft. Guilty as charged."
  189. >The unicorn's voice is raspily brusque; it uncomfortably scrapes at your eardrums.
  190. >The alicorn continues to lazily gaze around the room—somehow never acknowledging your presence.
  191. >Is she wilfully ignoring you—or are you simply too low-class to be picked up in her snob-vision?
  192. >"Sooo," she begins, "what was this place again? A massage parlour or something?"
  193. >"Yep, that's right," the pegasus answers. "The sign out front said 'Handyman.'"
  194. >The alicorn raises an eyebrow.
  195. >"'Handyman?' What does that even *mean?*"
  196. "I-it means that I have hands," you weakly interject, "and I know to…uh…"
  197. >You hold up one of your hands, yet you've fully lost the strength to finish your sentence—
  198. >For all eyes are now finally upon you—including the alicorn's.
  199. >And you're starting to wish that they weren't.
  200. >The expressions of the unicorn and pegasus haven't changed—they still bear ominous smiles that size you up in their own distinct ways.
  201. >While the alicorn…isn't smiling at all.
  202. >Her cold gaze travels down from your face, over to your hand, and then back to your face.
  203. >She squints, her expression displaying both confusion and contempt towards the unknown.
  204. >"…What even *are* you?"
  205.  
  206. >Your mouth opens—but the words don't come out.
  207. >The alicorn turns to her friends, completely disregarding you.
  208. >"Do either of you girls know what the heck this thing is? 'Cause I sure don't."
  209. >The unicorn simply snickers in response.
  210. >"Golly, I think he's that human," the pegasus answers, lifting a forehoof up to her chin. "You know—the one that randomly showed up in the Crystal Empire one day? He was all over the news."
  211. >The pegasus's voice is sickeningly sweet—so sweet that you may contract diabetes from listening to it for too long.
  212. >"Well *I've* never heard of him," the alicorn retorts. "Whereabouts in the news was he—Plebs Monthly?"
  213. >"He was all over the 'Magical Anomalies' section about a year back," the unicorn answers.
  214. >The alicorn throws a sidelong glance towards both of her friends.
  215. >"…Hmph. Aren't you two well-informed."
  216. >She then sharply turns to you, her icy glare refrigerating your veins.
  217. >"You. You run this place, right? This massage parlour?"
  218. "Y-yes."
  219. >She turns up her snout.
  220. >"Then give us your finest massage—and don't dawdle."
  221. >Unfortunately, you do dawdle a little.
  222. >Blinking blankly, it takes you a few seconds for her words to sink in.
  223. "Uh, yeah! Right! O-of course!"
  224. >The alicorn rolls her eyes while her friends snicker among themselves.
  225. >You pull out a clipboard and pen from under your desk and force out a smile towards her.
  226. "Right then. If I may take your name?"
  227. >She looks at you like you had just gut her pet poodle.
  228. >"What?"
  229. >You can no longer force out a smile.
  230. "Y-your, uh, name…"
  231. >She shakes her head in disbelief.
  232. >"Excuse me?"
  233. >The unicorn playfully nudges the alicorn with a grin on her face.
  234. >"He doesn't recognise you, Flurry."
  235. >Taking a deep breath, the alicorn slowly closes her eyes in response.
  236. >And a silence hangs in the air.
  237. >You just need to know her name—what's wrong with that?
  238. >Still, if the alias her friend addressed her with is any indication, then…
  239. "S-so it's Flurry then? I—"
  240. >"No."
  241. >She tersely interrupts you, opening her eyes and glaring at you with indignance.
  242. >"To you, pleb—I am *Princess* Flurry Heart. Do *not* forget that if you know what's good for you."
  243. >You find yourself overcome with a strong desire to tell this prissy bitch to fuck off.
  244. >You want to.
  245. >You so want to.
  246. >But you can't.
  247. >After all—she's a princess.
  248. >This could be your big break.
  249. >You just have to…
  250. >…grin and bear it.
  251. "U-understood, Princess Flurry Heart."
  252.  
  253. >The pegasus appears to find a great deal of amusement in your response, lifting up her forehoof and tittering into it.
  254. >Flurry sighs, shaking her head once more.
  255. >"Honestly, what is this city coming to…"
  256. >You return your attention to your clipboard—the hard plastic bending under your tense two-handed grip.
  257. >Taking a deep breath, you tersely set it down alongside your pen.
  258. >Flicking your gaze back to Flurry, you beckon to her with your right hand.
  259. "Okay, Princess Flurry Heart, why don't you come over here so we can book in the time for your appointment?"
  260. >She blinks.
  261. >"Appoin…" She shakes her head and lifts a confused eyebrow. "…wha?"
  262. >Flurry doesn't move towards you.
  263. >Instead, she turns to the unicorn and whispers to her.
  264. >"Lustie, what's an 'appointment?'"
  265. >The unicorn whispers something indistinct in Flurry's ear.
  266. >Flurry listens quietly—and then her eyes suddenly shoot open.
  267. >She gasps.
  268. >"What?! You mean I have to *wait!?*"
  269. >Her head snaps up to look at you, disgust and discontentment dancing together to form a stormy scowl.
  270. >"Hm, no." She shakes her head. "I don't think so. Come on, girls." She spins around. "We're leaving."
  271. >She walks back to your front door.
  272. >You can feel a whirlwind of withdrawal rush through your massage parlour, it aims to sweep up your clients and hopes both, and spit them out far across the horizon—far out of your reach.
  273. >Caught up in this intolerant typhoon, the unicorn tuts, shakes her head, and follows her.
  274. >Only the pegasus stays put.
  275. >She regards you with a thoughtful glance, a tilted head—
  276. >And then calls out to her friend.
  277. >"Where are we going next, Flurry?"
  278. >"There's that other massage parlour across the street—the one run by a dragon, right? We'll just go there instead."
  279. >"Okaaay…"
  280. >And so, she too turns to leave.
  281. >Wait…what was the last thing she said…?
  282. >…
  283. >No.
  284. >FUCK no.
  285. >You are not letting that scaly bastard Smooth Claws steal any more of your clients.
  286. >If you have to bend the rules a little—so be it.
  287. >So you shoot up from your chair and quickly circle your desk.
  288. >With only a long stretch of scraggy carpet between you two, you desperately call out to Flurry Heart—who is already halfway out the door.
  289. "W-wait! Please! Princess Flurry Heart!"
  290. >And, against all odds, she listens to you.
  291. >She stops with a short snort, still facing the outside world.
  292. >"The pleb tells me to wait, hmph."
  293. >She throws you a glance from behind her shoulder.
  294. >"You have five seconds to state your case. Make them count."
  295. "Ah."
  296. >Only five…?
  297. >Shitshit, what do you—
  298. "P-please, um, pleasehaveyourmassagehere!"
  299. >You clasp your hands in front of your face and bow your head for good measure.
  300. >God, you must look so pathetic.
  301. >But you're in too deep to back out now.
  302. >You've fallen prey to the sunk cost of attaining stardom.
  303.  
  304. >Thus, you stand there in silence for about ten seconds, and it's only when you hear the door close do you look up from your pitiful prayer.
  305. >All three mares are now facing you.
  306. >The pegasus's mouth is slightly agape, while the unicorn flashes you a toothy grin.
  307. >Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Flurry looks you up and down.
  308. >"You're tall."
  309. >Her lips curve slightly upwards.
  310. >"Okay. I'll consider getting a massage from you."
  311. "Really?! Tha—"
  312. >"Ah-ah!" She raises a hoof, interrupting you.
  313. >Upon lowering it, she continues.
  314. >"On one condition."
  315. >Your brows knit as you await your incoming trial.
  316. >"Grovel. Grovel at my hooves."
  317. "…What?"
  318. >"After all of the disrespect that you've shown me today, this is simply the *least* you can do to make it up to me, no?"
  319. >You blink.
  320. "Th-that—"
  321. >"You have five seconds."
  322. >You blink again, eyes widening.
  323. >"Five. Four."
  324. >…
  325. >Every so often in a man's life, he is forced to make difficult decisions under extreme temporal duress.
  326. >Critical thought, common sense, and everything in between—all are thrown out of the window in the instantaneous moment of a split-second decision.
  327. >All that remains is a man's barest of instincts, and thus—it is his truest self that shines out in such times.
  328. >This, as it so happens, is one of those times.
  329. >One moment, you're standing up against an impending countdown.
  330. >And the next—you're down on your hands and knees, shamelessly prostrating yourself before Princess Flurry Heart.
  331. >To your credit, you like to think you pulled the sickest slide on the way there.
  332. >That has to count for something, right?
  333. >…No. There's no sugarcoating it. You've hit rock bottom—grovelling before a prissy pink pony.
  334. >Your nose rubs against shabby carpet that's far more dignified than you are.
  335. >Your eyes are focused on the floor—yet you shut them anyway.
  336. >Your ears take in the world around you—that cruel, mocking world.
  337. >You hear a "golly…" come from your left.
  338. >While a "heh…" comes from your right.
  339. >And then…
  340. >You feel a cold metal shoe press down on the back of your head; you get the distinct feeling that it belongs to the mare in the middle.
  341. >It forces you further against the carpet—painfully so.
  342. >"It doesn't matter what kind of creature you are—you are a pleb. And you ought to remember your place under the Royal Family."
  343. >You choke back what little pride you have left as it threatens to resurface.
  344. >All you can do is lie there, completely still.
  345. >"…Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"
  346. >All you can do is answer:
  347. "Forgive this pleb for his transgressions, Princess Flurry Heart. It won't happen again."
  348. >"Hmph. Good."
  349. >The hoof lifts, and so too do you raise your head—
  350. >You really shouldn't have.
  351. >All three mares mockingly smile down upon you, their sneers caustic and their leers acrid.
  352. >Flurry is the one who breaks this scathing silence:
  353. >"Okay girls, let's go."
  354.  
  355. >She turns around and leisurely makes her way over to the exit; her friends quickly follow her.
  356. "Wh-what? Wait! I did what you asked!"
  357. >Flurry stops and shoots you a glare from over her shoulder.
  358. >"So? I said I'd consider getting a massage—and I did."
  359. >Her lips twist into a mocking smirk.
  360. >"I just decided not to."
  361. "Ah…"
  362. >You—
  363. >You want to curse her out.
  364. >You want to lash out so bad.
  365. >But…you just can't find the energy to do so.
  366. >Sitting up on your knees, yet slumping your sights, you let out a defeated sigh as the sounds of their hoofsteps move further and further away.
  367. >Looks like you won't be rubbing royalty after all.
  368. >Perhaps it's for the best—
  369. >"Wait a sec, Flurry."
  370. >The distant hooves halt, and the ambience is taken up by a loud, impatient groan.
  371. >Your sights are set on the floor—exactly where you belong—yet you nonetheless listen in on their conversation:
  372. >"What is it, Lustie."
  373. >"You sure you wanna pass up on this? A massage from an alien?"
  374. >"A downtrodden alien with a failing business, you mean."
  375. >"But he's a *one-of-a-kind* creature, Flurry. You're not gonna be able to get this kinda service from anywhere else in Equestria."
  376. >"…If you want to ogle 'one-of-a-kind' creatures—I own plenty of them back at my menagerie."
  377. >"But do any of them provide massages~?"
  378. >"Hm. Well…"
  379. >There's a pause as Flurry addresses her other friend:
  380. >"Glowie?"
  381. >"Hm…"
  382. >Another pause, and the pegasus cheerily answers:
  383. >"Ya know, I think I agree with Luster on this one—It might be fun!"
  384. >Yet another pause, then you hear Flurry respond with a surprised tone:
  385. >"Wait. You two *actually* agree on something? Huh…"
  386. >As your ears continue to pick up on this conversation, your mind paces in a circle.
  387. >Are they…actually pleading your case?
  388. >A second chance looms over the horizon; you should feel relieved—elated, even.
  389. >But you don't.
  390. >The way they talk about you—it makes you feel like a cut of meat being eyed up by a pack of hyenas.
  391. >So, even if they decide to employ your services after all, perhaps it would be best for you to—
  392. >"Hey."
  393.  
  394. >Raising your gaze, you see Flurry standing in front of you.
  395. >A sharp smile cuts her features as you make eye contact with her.
  396. >"It's your lucky day, pleb. We'll be taking that massage after all."
  397. "Uh…"
  398. >Your listless reaction quickly turns her smile upside down.
  399. >"Well? Are you gonna do your job or not?"
  400. "O-oh. R-right."
  401. >Swiftly standing up, you clear your throat and point left towards your hallway.
  402. "If one of you would follow me down the hall to my office, I can—"
  403. >"Down the hall. Great. Let's go, girls."
  404. >Flurry and the pegasus immediately walk past you and head down the hall together.
  405. "W-wait, just one of—ugh…"
  406. >You should've just said no…
  407. >But you didn't, so now you've gotta deal with the consequences.
  408. >Sunk-cost stardom strikes again.
  409. >…You really need the rest of your coffee.
  410. >Walking back to your desk, you reach out and grab the—
  411. "Huh?"
  412. >Your coffee cup's gone!
  413. "Where did it…"
  414. >Your thoughts are interrupted by a distinct *gluk gluk gluk* coming from behind you.
  415. >Spinning around, you see that unicorn—
  416. >Chugging down your coffee.
  417. >Holding your joe within her amber magical aura, she tips the contents of your cup down towards her parted lips, roughly and heartily humming to herself as she slurps up your rousing fluids.
  418. >Upon downing your coffee, she lowers the cup so that it hovers just below her chin—and she gives you a sly smirk.
  419. >"Hey there~" she coos.
  420. "Uh…" You arch a uncomfortable eyebrow. "…hey."
  421. >Your eyes flit to your cup and then back to her.
  422. "You just drank my coffee."
  423. >She blithely chuckles.
  424. >"Heh heh, sorry. Here—you can have it back."
  425. >You blink in confusion.
  426. "Have it ba—"
  427. >Nothing could've prepared you for what she does next.
  428. >She makes a disgusting hocking sound with her throat—
  429. >And spits a loogie into your cup.
  430. >…What the fuck?
  431. >With a slightly wider smirk on her face, she floats the cup over to your lips.
  432. >"There ya go~"
  433. >You snatch it out of the air, quickly setting it back on your desk without giving it a second glance.
  434. >As you turn away from her, you catch traces of a dissatisfied frown forming on her face.
  435. >Weird-ass mare.
  436. >Wasting no more time, you head down the hall to join your other two clients.
  437.  
  438. ***
  439.  
  440. >You enter your personal office—the place where the magic happens.
  441. >Flurry and her pegasus friend are already there, scanning the room's interior.
  442. >As it so happens, this room is actually just your kitchen.
  443. >But with a few fuzzy mats on the floor, an appropriate amount of mood lighting, and a generous arrangement of air fresheners—no-one will ever suspect a thing!
  444. >"Say, mister…"
  445. >You look at the pegasus, who has a cheeky grin on her freckled face.
  446. >"…isn't this just your kitchen?"
  447. >You blankly stare at her for a few moments.
  448. "…Yes."
  449. >The pegasus snickers into her hoof.
  450. >Flurry scoffs.
  451. >"Are you serious? You don't even have a proper parlour?"
  452. >She shakes her head, sighing.
  453. >"You might be the most destitute pleb I've seen yet."
  454. >That's another "pleb" mark against you, you guess.
  455. >Does that mean she's gonna fuck off?
  456. >You're really starting to hope that she does—
  457. >"Aw, come on, Flurry, don't be too hard on our humie~"
  458. >A pony brushes against your leg as she enters your office.
  459. >It's that unicorn.
  460. >She walks over to Flurry's side, tossing you a smug glance from over her shoulder and flicking her frizzy tail your way.
  461. >"There's nothing with keeping your office and kitchen in the same place—" She takes a moment to sniff at the air. "—'specially if your a house-trained humie, eheh~"
  462. >With a slight sashay of her hips, she slowly turns around, casting her gaze towards your cupboards which conceal your foodstuffs.
  463. >"Say, humie, do you offer any after-massage snacks for us hard-working mares? Maybe a belly rubbing service afterwards~?"
  464. >She keeps calling you that word…
  465. >You don't like it; it writhes under your skin like a cicada in heat.
  466. "Humi—" You quickly shake your head and get back on track. "—okay, what are all three of you doing in here?"
  467. >Flurry raises an eyebrow.
  468. >"We're here for our massage, obviously. Did you forget that's your job or something?"
  469. >You nod.
  470. "It is, but I can only work on one client at a time."
  471. >Flurry looks at you, unimpressed.
  472. >"What? Only one? What kind of masseur are you?"
  473. >You raise both palms.
  474. "One who only has two hands."
  475. >Flurry promptly facehooves, looking just about ready to storm out of your establishment at any moment.
  476. >Meanwhile, the unicorn's leery eyes trail up to your hands—and then drift all over your body.
  477. >She then licks her lips.
  478. >"Oh, I'm seeing plenty of other things you can use to 'work' on us, humie, heh~"
  479.  
  480. >Okay, you were only barely willing to put up with her remarks until this point—but now, this is clear sexual harassment.
  481. >You attempt to calmly address the unicorn:
  482. "Look, Lustie—"
  483. >She flinches at your voice, eyes widening in surprise.
  484. >"H-huh?"
  485. >Okay, you didn't expect that reaction.
  486. >Nor do you expect this next one coming from Flurry:
  487. >"Snrrk."
  488. >Flurry snortily snickers, her agitated mood having changed on an amused dime.
  489. >On the other hand, the unicorn's smug veneer has completely dissipated, her mouth flatlining.
  490. "Um," you begin, feeling some unease, "isn't…isn't that your name?"
  491. >"No, it's not," Flurry blithely answers you in her stead. "That's what *I* call her! Pfft…"
  492. "O-oh. Sorry."
  493. >The unicorn forces out a slight smile and casually combs through her mane with a forehoof, swiftly reclaiming her composure.
  494. >"Hey, if you wanna call me Lustie, I'm cool with it~"
  495. >Her gaze and tone both become just that little bit sharper as she continues:
  496. >"But my full name's Luster Dawn, just so you know."
  497. "Um, got it, Luster Dawn."
  498. >Her smile softens, and you mentally congratulate yourself on the grand feat of having learned more about your clientele from hell.
  499. >That makes two names out of three.
  500. >As if sensing your imminent question, the pegasus waves at you, beaming brightly.
  501. >"And I'm Cozy Glow~! Pleased to meet ya, mister human!"
  502. "Cozy Glow. Okay."
  503. >So you have Cozy Glow the chipper pegasus, Luster Dawn the horny unicorn, and Flurry Heart the cunty alicorn.
  504. >Alright, you can remember that.
  505. >Names and dominant traits both memorised—you address all three mares.
  506. "Well, as your masseur for the day, my name is—"
  507. >"Pleb."
  508. >Flurry interrupts you with a terse word and a piercing glare, her cheery countenance having completely vanished.
  509. >"We didn't ask. And we *won't* ask until you give us all a proper massage, you got that?"
  510. >You bite your lip, yet she continues regardless:.
  511. >"Don't forget—we can still leave at any time. And you can bet your business that I *won't* have nice things to say about this place if I don't leave here *completely* satisfied, understood?"
  512. "I…"
  513. >You will yourself to nod in deference.
  514. "…alright."
  515. >Hey, weren't you going to chastise Luster over her lusty remarks?
  516. >Well, you *were,* but now you feel as if you're on the back foot yet again.
  517. >To think, you had invited Flurry and her two friends here in the hopes of receiving a royal endorsement—but instead, you find yourself up against the threat of being put on a royal blacklist.
  518. >Ugh.
  519. >O stardom, how you loathe thee.
  520.  
  521. >"So, we're all supposed to lie on this thing?"
  522. >Flurry prods the side of the lone massage table standing in the middle of the room.
  523. "Yes, but…uh…"
  524. >You nervously look over the expensive metalwork that adorns her body.
  525. "…don't you want to take your…um…regalia off first?"
  526. >She distrustfully squints her eyes at you, making you worry that you may have accidentally committed a faux pas.
  527. >Thankfully, she merely responds with an upturned snout and an icy tone:
  528. >"The *royal* regalia stays on, pleb," she stresses the word.
  529. "Even the, uh, crown?"
  530. >You accentuate your question with a shaky point towards the slab of shiny rock atop her head.
  531. >Flurry's flit upwards, looking in its direction.
  532. >She then exasperatedly rolls her eyes and lets out a loud groan:
  533. >"Euugh. Fine."
  534. >Horn coming to life with light-yellow magic, she lifts her crown up off her head.
  535. >"But you better not infect it with your plebness, pleb."
  536. >She floats her crown over to one of your kitchen counters—knocking over a strategically placed air freshener in the process—and thoughtlessly drops it there.
  537. >Magic dissipating, she curtly spins around to face your singular massage table.
  538. >With an appraisive eye, she presses a silver-shoed hoof on its padded surface, listening to it painfully groan and worriedly creak.
  539. >She pulls her hoof herself and shakes her head.
  540. >"Can't say I'm surprised, hmph."
  541. >Ignoring her slight, you plead your case:
  542. "That's—" You quickly clear your throat. "—that's why I can only handle one client at a time: I only have the one table."
  543. >Flurry regards you with one more disinterested glance before turning to Luster.
  544. >"Lustie."
  545. >"Yup." Luster nods, lighting up her horn.
  546. >An amber aura soon envelops your table, making it violently vibrate.
  547. >It then steadily and shudderingly elongates.
  548. >You watch as the padded surface of your massage table stretches both to the left and right; it is a sight most disconcerting, yet it's also backed by the harsh creaking sound of your table's metal frame struggling under intense magical duress.
  549. >Glimpsing down at the alloyed legs that hold your workstation up, you begin to realise something:
  550. >Your table isn't elongating—it's splitting.
  551. >Like a cell undergoing division, an identical copy of your table slowly shudders out from its right side, while another slowly shudders out from its left.
  552. >When all is said and done, you find yourself looking at a row of three identical massage tables; there are short gaps between them that provide some space for you to manoeuvre from table to table.
  553. >The amber magic dissipates, and Luster wipes a small amount of sweat from her head with a forehoof.
  554. >"Phew. All in a day's work."
  555.  
  556. >Your mouth hangs gormlessly agape for a good few seconds.
  557. "You…you just cloned my table, twice."
  558. >Luster grins at you.
  559. >"Heh, consider these babies my gifts to you, humie. Should help with your business~"
  560. >That derogatory nickname of hers is as insultingly irritating as ever.
  561. >But…you must admit, the allure of free stuff does help soften the blow a little.
  562. "Gotta admit," you state with crossed arms, "that's quite the impressive spell."
  563. >Luster chuckles with pride.
  564. >A dainty hoof taps your left side, bringing your attention over to Cozy, who bears an bright smile on her face.
  565. >"Luster's *really* good at magic, mister."
  566. "Yeah." You nod." No kidding."
  567. >Flurry loudly clears her throat.
  568. >"Yeah, well, I could've done it too. Just didn't wanna overexert myself; that's all."
  569. >She proudly poses as if awaiting a response, but neither her friends—nor you—have anything more to add.
  570. >"Aaanywaaay~" Luster speaks up, performing a few spine-bending stretches. "Think I could use a massage right about now."
  571. >She thus struts straight over to the table in the middle.
  572. >Then, she turns back to you.
  573. >She looks at your left hand, and hums in thought.
  574. >She looks at your right hand, and hums in deeper thought.
  575. >She looks at your torso, and nods.
  576. >From there, her eyes shamelessly drift down your body, and you can see a smirk slowly build on her face.
  577. >Before you can open your mouth to admonish her—she swivels around, swishing her tail.
  578. >"Yeah. Think I'll take middle~"
  579. >Luster hops up into the air—but does not land on the table.
  580. >Instead, she stays suspended in space, held within a light-yellow aura.
  581. >Her eyes quickly widen in shock—then slowly narrow in disappointment.
  582. >"No. *I'm* taking the centre table," Flurry states with her horn alight. "Thank you very much."
  583. >Luster is unceremoniously dropped onto the rightmost massage table; she rolls her eyes in response.
  584. >"Hmph, whatever…"
  585. >Flurry hops onto the middle table and lays on her belly.
  586. >Glancing to the left, you see that Cozy has already made herself comfortable on the remaining table, lying prone like her friends.
  587. >Indeed, three pink mare rumps are now pointing your way.
  588. >If you weren't keenly aware of the rude individuals that they're attached to—you'd call this heaven.
  589. >Unfortunately, you *are* aware—so this is just a job to you.
  590. >And it is a job that must be done.
  591. "Alright, let's begin."
  592.  
  593. >…
  594. >Gliding along the surface, you travel through a forest of pink.
  595. >All around you, tall, taut trees tower up to the very heavens; they pulse with life, their fanning foliage blotting out the sky.
  596. >Your eyes keenly appraise each and every one of these biological bulwarks as you search for a certain something…
  597. >Ah, there it is:
  598. >You spy a tree, much like the others—yet its trunk is bent and misshapen; its once-vibrant colours have faded, and it lacks any trace of the life that its peers proudly present.
  599. >It's a sorry sight, to be sure—but it's also why you're here.
  600. >For your purpose—your very reason to be—is to scour this forest for such irregularities, uprighting or uprooting them as you go.
  601. >Regrettably, this specimen is too far gone; all you can do now is prune it and put it out of its misshapen misery.
  602. >And so you shall—
  603. >"Hey, humie! My horn's feeling really pent up—why'd you stop?"
  604. >You look up from Flurry's left wing to see Luster impatiently tapping her own horn with a forehoof.
  605. >Letting out a sigh, you address her:
  606. "Sorry. I'll be right over—"
  607. >"Miiister! I'm still waiting on my hoofrub!" Cozy also calls out to you.
  608. >Letting out *another* sigh, you address *her:*
  609. "Okay, just—"
  610. >A light-yellow aura roughly yanks you by your shirt.
  611. >"And just where do you think *you're* going, pleb?" Flurry firmly reprimands you. "My wings are still ruffled!"
  612. "A-agh…"
  613. >Turns out—attempting to massage three ponies at once isn't easy.
  614. >Or feasible, really.
  615. >Why in the everliving shit did you agree to this?
  616. >Was it stardom? FUCK stardom.
  617. >Right now, you're a starsub—you're starwhipped.
  618. >These mares have you running figure eights around the tables in a futile bid to keep them all satisfied.
  619. >You knead their shoulders; you stroke along their backs; you pat down their limbs.
  620. >But then they've got their own preferential treatments on top of all that.
  621. >Cozy wants you to give the sensitive ends of her four horselimbs an extremely thorough hoofrubbing; it's a delicate, drawn-out process, and it's one you'd be totally fine with—if it weren't for the other two mares constantly and rudely interrupting you.
  622. >Luster wants you to slowly jerk off her horn to help release the "backed-up magical energies" that are lingering within; naturally, she tirelessly tosses innuendos your way whenever possible—which is pretty much always.
  623. >And finally, Flurry wants you to meticulously work her wings over, which is something you have no experience in—no client has ever asked you to preen them before.
  624. >Thus, you've had to quite literally wing it—you have to enter your zone just to have the slightest fighting chance of parsing these peculiar lands.
  625. >Alas, every single time you find yourself approaching some modicum of inner peace—the incessant nagging of your needy clientele yanks you straight out of your happy place.
  626. >This.
  627. >This is Hell.
  628.  
  629. >Nonetheless, you endure; you have to. What other choice do you have at this point?
  630. >Willing your weary body to work, you put your best efforts forward in trying to keep all three mares reasonably placated.
  631. >You try to focus on what matters:
  632. >Cozy's hooves—
  633. >"Humie! I'm backed up like crazy! Get over here!"
  634. >"Pleb. My wings. Get back to it."
  635. >Luster's horn—
  636. >"Pleb! Are you ignoring me?! I'll give you exactly five seconds to come over here…"
  637. >"Mister! Could you continue your hoofrub, pretty please?"
  638. >Flurry's wings—
  639. >"Mister! Mister! What's taking you so long, hmmm?"
  640. >"I'm *sooo* close, humie. Come oo~oon…"
  641. "Agh! Stop!"
  642. >You slam your hands down in defiance.
  643. >"E-eep!"
  644. "L-look," you gasp out, "I'm only one man, okay? There's only so much I can do at any one time!"
  645. >Silence permeates your office.
  646. >Your outburst has them shook.
  647. >…Actually, your blowback was way more effective than you thought it'd be.
  648. >On the left, you see Cozy cover her mouth with a forehoof and bashfully look away.
  649. >While on the right, you see Luster's mouth hanging agape, utterly stunned.
  650. >After a brief second, she shuts her mouth with a gulp and addresses you.
  651. >"Wh-whoa. Humie…"
  652. >Knitting your brows, you watch as Luster's eyes slowly drift downwards.
  653. >Tentatively, you follow her gaze, looking down to see Flurry—
  654. >Oh.
  655. >Yes. Flurry is still there, lying on her belly and currently facing away from you.
  656. >You stand directly behind her.
  657. >And your hands…
  658. >Are each firmly grasping an ample amount of alicorn flank.
  659. "A-ah—"
  660. >You reflexively jolt your hands away from her.
  661. "P-princess Heart I, uh, I-I didn't mean to…"
  662. >Slowly, oh-so slowly, Flurry creaks her head over your way.
  663. >There's death in her eyes.
  664. >"You."
  665. >Your blood chills, vision shakes, throat dries.
  666. >Yet you cannot avert your terrified gaze from hers.
  667. >If this is Hell—then you're about to be immolated in hellfire.
  668. >"Phew, you've really done it now, humie." Luster snorts in amusement. "Just couldn't help yourself in the end, huh? Heh, not that I'm surprised."
  669. >Luster leans towards Flurry and playfully nudges her side with her left forehoof.
  670. >"Don'tcha think it was suspicious how desperate he was to get you in here, Flurry?"
  671. >Flurry's eyes flit over in Luster's direction for just a millisecond before immediately refocusing their ire on you.
  672. >"This is what he was hoping for all along, I bet," Luster continues with a jeering tone. "A chance to feel up the royal rump~"
  673. >Cozy gasps.
  674. >"Are you saying that our masseur's a *pervert,* Luster?"
  675. >Luster nods with an affirmative hum.
  676. >"Oh, I know his type—lecherous *creatures* who pretend to run 'massage parlours' only so they can lure innocent ponies into their backrooms and grope 'em all over."
  677. >Cozy scoffs.
  678. >"Golly, why I never…"
  679. >Briefly closing her eyes, Cozy shakes her head in disappointment.
  680.  
  681. >Luster, however, flashes you a grin.
  682. >"Hey, if you love our princess's posterior so much—why don'tcha kiss it, huh? Show her some proper respect for once!"
  683. "Wh—"
  684. >"That's not a bad idea, Lustie," Flurry suddenly speaks up.
  685. >Flicking her tail your way and turning up her nose, Flurry gives you one hell of a demanding command:
  686. >"Kiss my butt, pleb."
  687. >You stare into those cold blue eyes of hers—those frozen pools that are filled with disdain towards your very person.
  688. >From begging, to grovelling, to overburdening yourself—
  689. >And now this.
  690. >You…you can't keep doing this.
  691. >These mares are going to take and take until you have nothing left.
  692. >You have to stand up for yourself.
  693. "…No."
  694. >Despite your refusal, Flurry's reaction is cool and confident; she calmly raises an eyebrow, and her trenchant tone is fully ready to snuff out any rebellious embers brewing in your heart:
  695. >"I don't think you fully understand your situation here, *pleb.*"
  696. >Her gaze briefly whips around your office.
  697. >"With just one word from me—I can shut this shoddy little business of yours down."
  698. >A cruel smile adorns her face.
  699. >"And after that, I'll make sure that you'll never be able to find work *ever* again—here, or anywhere else in Equestria."
  700. >Her words cut through your will like butter, and your eyes lower to the floor in defeat.
  701. >You never should've invited this terrible trio here.
  702. >Unfortunately, from the very moment they had set foot into this room—you lost all illusion of "choice."
  703. >And so you have no other option.
  704. >Getting down on your knees, you lower yourself to Flurry's level, soon making eye contact with that posterior she's so priggishly proud of.
  705. >You lean forward.
  706. >"Oh, look, look—he's doing it!" Luster jeers.
  707. >Drawing closer and closer to her flanks, you can clearly see that cutie mark of hers:
  708. >It's a blueish crystal heart.
  709. >Hearts are supposed to be symbols of love.
  710. >Yet this mare is anything *but* lovely.
  711. >Your lips connect with the short pink fur that coats her left cheek; it's soft, yet it still manages to prick both your skin and your pride.
  712. >Ignoring the derisive laughter coming from both sides, you press down to the skin—just enough for her to feel your taboo tribute.
  713. >With a shameful *mwah* you quickly pull back from Flurry's butt, shamefully casting your gaze far to the side.
  714. >Snorty chuckles and giggles assault your senses from seemingly every direction—you can't escape it.
  715. >Regretfully looking back, you can see Luster biting her lip while her tail wildly thrashes about.
  716. >On the other hand, Flurry's tail amusedly wags from side to side—
  717. >Thus whipping you across the face.
  718. "O-ow!"
  719. >It stings your right cheek, sending your gaze leftwards—
  720. >Over to Cozy.
  721. >She waves to you, joyfully kicking her hindlegs against the table.
  722. >"Oh! Oh! Kiss mine, too!"
  723.  
  724. >You worriedly blink.
  725. "Wh-what? But I—"
  726. >"Do it," Flurry tersely commands.
  727. >Chancing a glance back to Flurry, you see that her blue-eyed enmity is still ever-present.
  728. >This opprobrious ordeal is far from over, it seems.
  729. >Plodding over to Cozy's rear end, you prepare yourself for yet another ass-kissing.
  730. >You lower your face—
  731. >"Wait!"
  732. >—only to be halted by the tip of Cozy's rolled up tail; it dextrously props you up by your chin.
  733. >"One for *each* cheek!" She winks at you.
  734. >Flurry gasps.
  735. >"Glowie! Are you trying to one-up me?"
  736. >Cozy grins at Flurry.
  737. >"Maaaybe~"
  738. >The two mares giggle between themselves.
  739. >You just stand there awkwardly.
  740. >"Hm? What are you waiting for?"
  741. >Cozy shoots you a glare, and her tone suddenly turns strict:
  742. >"Get to it."
  743. >Fine. Fuck it—give her what she wants. It's only two.
  744. >Down and down you go.
  745. >Cozy bears a different cutie mark to Flurry's; it appears to be a chess piece.
  746. >A red rook?
  747. >Or perhaps a devil's fork?
  748. >*Mwah* *Mwah*
  749. >After quickly and reluctantly laying two kisses on her butt, you decide that it's the latter.
  750. >"Humiiieee~" Luster calls out to you, "don't forget about meee~"
  751. >A quick glance over to Flurry's face tells you that your next course of action has already been predetermined.
  752. >And so, you soon find yourself standing behind another pink mare who's resting on her belly—Luster.
  753. >This particular pink mare, however, looks much greasier than the other two, while her pudgy gut squishes right into your table's padding and spills out at the sides.
  754. >You'd rather not let your mind wander any further; better just get this over with.
  755. >Luster parts her tail to the side—
  756. >"Dig in, humie~"
  757. >—and *winks* at you.
  758. >Eugh.
  759. >Ignoring the sight of her pulsating mare bits, you force your face down to her left flank.
  760. >Being this close to her, an all-too-pungent odour perforates your nostrils and ransacks your sense of smell, making your nose promptly wrinkle and your eyes tearily squint.
  761. >If you can muster up one compliment towards your other two tormentors—it's that they both take great pride in their appearance; they keep their coats clean and their scents well-perfumed.
  762. >But Luster…urgh.
  763. >You can keenly smell the distinct musk of a sweaty mare who considers cleanliness a voluntary virtue; it's also mixed with an earthy aroma that tells you she's enjoying this way too much.
  764. >Resisting the urge to retch, you quickly move in and out, laying a kiss on her left cheek.
  765. >Yet as you attempt to pull away, you are stopped—the back of your head hits something solid yet ethereal.
  766. "Huh?"
  767. >That certainly wasn't there before, and when you're dealing with a horny hornhead like her, it can really only mean one thing:
  768. >Magic—to be precise, a magical barrier.
  769.  
  770. >"Gonna need more than that, humie," Luster states with her horn aglow.
  771. >So she wants another one, like Cozy? Fine, whatever.
  772. >As you switch sides, you catch her swaying her rump over to the right—and you almost land your lips on a most unsavoury place—yet you manage to force out a kiss upon her right cheek all the same.
  773. >Her cutie mark is that of a sun peeking over the sea; however, much like Flurry—nothing about this mare screams "sunny" to you.
  774. >You attempt to pull away again, yet that vexing magical barrier once again prevents you from fully exiting this mare's musky rump.
  775. >"Stiiill not done here, humie," she says as she loftly swishes her tail around.
  776. >What, she wants three kisses? Is this how this situation is escalating?
  777. >So be it. You're past the point of caring.
  778. >Rolling your eyes, you lay one more peck on her right cheek for good measure.
  779. "There. Now we're done."
  780. >The barrier's gone, so you pull back, finally free of this mare's magic—
  781. >"No."
  782. >—or so you thought; an amber mist fogs up your vision, holding your face strictly in place.
  783. >"That's not nearly enough, humie."
  784. >You knit your brows.
  785. "What?"
  786. >With a snerk and a smirk, Luster produces a magical wisp; it carefully caresses your lips from the left end to the right.
  787. >Then, it drifts down to her rear end—
  788. >And slowly circles the rim of her protruding pucker.
  789. >The wisp soon fades into nothing, but the onus before you couldn't be clearer.
  790. >"Kiss it."
  791. >You glare at her.
  792. "Fuck off."
  793. >She snorts derisively, and the magic surrounding your face tightens.
  794. >"I said—"
  795. >You are promptly flung face-first right into this mare's buttocks, eyes meeting total darkness.
  796. >"KISS."
  797. >You are dragged up her sweaty canyon, higher and higher…
  798. >"IT."
  799. >And you soon feel your lips pressing up against her ring.
  800. "Nng!" you grunt.
  801. >Your nose bumps up against the top, sliding into the space just under her tail dock.
  802. >While your chin rests against something slimy and excitable.
  803. >You immediately reach up your arms—only to find them bound by a familiar, incorporeal force.
  804. >The stench of sweaty, unwashed mare ass violates your sense of smell and stings your eyes to tears.
  805. >You want to puke—yet you can't; the feeling ebbs and flows—nauseous in of itself.
  806. >Trapped within this sickening state, you'll take anything—anything at all to provide you with the sweet ambrosia of a moment's distraction.
  807. >"Ehehe!"
  808. >Even if it is the mocking laughter of Princess Flurry Heart.
  809. >"Ewww~! You're really making him do *that,* Lustie~?"
  810. >"Nff…yeah. It's what a pervert like him deserves."
  811. >"When was the last time you even *showered,* anyway?"
  812. >"Aw, hey. He doesn't need to know that~"
  813. "Nnngh!" you grunt with greater volume.
  814.  
  815. >Her thighs shudder and tighten against your cheeks, while her tail curves over your scalp and bats the back of your head relentlessly.
  816. >"H-how're you doing back there, humie? Make sure to show her some love, eheh~!"
  817. >Her ring flexes against your tightly-pressed lips, desperate to pull you into a forbidden kiss; the anal mucus it excretes dares to seep into your mouth and share with you its depraved passion.
  818. >You exert every ounce of strength you have to try and pull yourself away from your puckering prison.
  819. >But you can't.
  820. >You just can't.
  821. >She has you trapped.
  822. >All you can do is hold your breath to stem the tide of pervading ass musk.
  823. >You struggle to stand tall, the lack of oxygen sending your brain woozy.
  824. >At this rate…
  825. >"You…nff…you remembering to breathe, humie? Don't…hah…fight it. Take it all in…take in the scent of the mare who *owns* you~"
  826. >You would rather black out.
  827. >But your body betrays your rational thought, forcing a vile unwashed mare stink in through your nostrils and expelling it out just as quick.
  828. >Your involuntary perspirations further humidify this swamp of an ass.
  829. >You barely hang on in this bog, the only sensations punching through to your system are those belonging to your tormentor.
  830. >Such as her slimy, sweltering starfish;
  831. >Her fierce, growling snorts;
  832. >And her rapidly winking, overflowing canal.
  833. >Luster's whole body convulses as she reaches her sadistic peak, splattering both your neck and chin with God-knows what, with some of it dribbling down to the table.
  834. >In her orgasmic fervour, her magical hold weakens, and you promptly yank yourself several feet away from her foul posterior—stumbling far, *far* away.
  835. "Gah!"
  836. >You land with your butt on the floor and the last dredges of your pride utterly eviscerated.
  837. >"Phew…" Luster whistles out in satisfaction, rear end still facing you.
  838. >Your vision clears up, you catch sight of a long, thick trail of mucus enduringly connecting your lips to her anus.
  839. "AAHH!" you scream, jerking your entire body to the side.
  840. >You cough. You retch. You vomit.
  841. >"Ewww…"
  842. >A cacophony of hooves hit the floor all at once, and your brain compels you to snap your head over in their direction for further fear of your own well-being.
  843. >Flurry Heart stands a short distance away from you, raising a forehoof to cover her tittering mouth.
  844. >And right next to her—you can see Luster's sneering face.
  845. >You shuffle backwards on pure revulsion, your back bumping up against one of your kitchen counters.
  846. "G-get the fuck away from me!"
  847. >Luster raspily chuckles.
  848. >"Aw shucks, humie. Why so hostile? We were having such a good time just a few moments ago~"
  849. >Your heart is pounding for dear life while your lungs are running a marathon.
  850. "You—" You frantically hold both of your palms out in front of your body. "—th-this is done. We're done. Massage is over."
  851. >Flurry lowers her hoof, exposing a faint frown.
  852. >"Oh really?"
  853.  
  854. >She icily glares you over for a few seconds, before continuing:
  855. >"Hm, maybe you're right. I guess we *should* put a pause on our massage…"
  856. >Her expression twists into a smirk.
  857. >"…'cause you smell like butt! Ehehe~!"
  858. >Using her magic, she retrieves her crystal crown from your counter and casually drops it back onto her head.
  859. >She then turns to the exit and authoritatively flutters out her wings.
  860. >"Come on, girls. Let's go."
  861. >Those two awful mares cheerfully head to your exit, heedless to the immense suffering that they've caused you.
  862. >Just before they leave, they turn back to face you, and your blood runs cold.
  863. >"Gotta say, I kinda like this place!" Flurry chirps. "Might come back for another massage one day, hehe~"
  864. >"Same here." Luster nods. "Catch you around, humie. I think we'll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on~"
  865. >You answer them with dead silence; the mere thought of interacting with these demons again threatens to summon forth another fresh surge of bile from deep within.
  866. >And so they turn the corner and vanish from your sight
  867. >Your ears catch snippets of their following conversation as it fades into the distance:
  868. >"…can't believe you did that to him right in his office…"
  869. >"…the only way perverts like him will learn their place, Flurry. You've gotta…"
  870. >Another pony walks past you, only stopping by the doorway to toss you a parting glance.
  871. >Oh. Right. There was a third one.
  872. >How could you forget.
  873. >The pegasus casts a silent smile your way, momentarily raising a wing to partially cover the lower part of her face.
  874. >You wearily stare back.
  875. >Soon enough, she too leaves to go join her friends.
  876. >You are thus left by your lonesome.
  877. >…
  878. >You're not sure how long you sit there with your back against your kitchen counter, keeping company with a puddle of your own puke.
  879. >It's only the sounds of heavy steps stomping through your reception that bring to mind any passage of time.
  880. >The stomping grows closer and closer, until—
  881. >A large woolly quadruped bursts into your office—you recognise them to be one of your few repeat customers.
  882. >Through the terribly thick bangs that shield their eyes, they look at you;
  883. >Then at your pool of vomit;
  884. >Then back at you.
  885. >And a gruff, feminine voice bellows out:
  886. >"Yak want to feel soft human hands!"
  887. "…Hah…"
  888.  
  889. ***
  890.  
  891. >Another day, another dollar.
  892. >Or another "bit"—as it happens to go in this world.
  893. >The morning light shines in through your reception windows, meaning that it's just about time to open up shop.
  894. >May today's hustle prove better than…
  895. >…
  896. >You don't talk about yesterday.
  897. >…
  898. >Well, okay. You can talk about the yak.
  899. >She was cool.
  900. >She had regaled you with riveting tales of how she journeyed up to the highest peak of Mount Everhoof to wrestle down the ferocious twin-headed roc.
  901. >Kick. Ass.
  902. >Yaks are alright in your book.
  903. >Other than that, though—you would much rather pretend yesterday never happened.
  904. >For you are Anonymous, a struggling masseur in the Crystal Empire.
  905. >And that's all you'll ever be.
  906.  
  907. >You greet the outside world—and breathe in that fresh Crystal Empire breeze.
  908. >Verily, you bear the power of written language at your fingertips—also known as a hanging sign.
  909. >And you stare down your canvas—also known as your front door.
  910. >A daring synthesis is about to take place; may all who bear witness to this event make note of your brilliance.
  911. >Taking one magnitudinous step forward, you hang the sign on your door.
  912. >Its message is as clear as day.
  913. >Oh yes. You are, in fact: "Open for Business."
  914. >Turning around, you take the time to gaze upon the lush lands that you are proud to call your front lawn.
  915. >Indeed, your cracked cobblestone path is well on its way to being reclaimed by both the weeds and the grass.
  916. >'Tis a sight of pure natural beauty.
  917. >Past the white picket, you can see your mailbox.
  918. >Naturally, it's red—the colour of kings.
  919. >It's also bent at the stem, and you're still trying to figure out when exactly it developed that kink.
  920. >Lifting your gaze upwards, you are able to see that spire-like Crystal Castle standing tall in the far distance.
  921. >…Eh.
  922. >Vision falling back to earth, you decide to look around the rest of the shiny crystal houses that dot this avenue.
  923. >All things considered, you live in a pretty nice neighbourhood.
  924. >For the most part, anyway.
  925. >Just across the road, you can see that scaly bastard Smooth Claws tending to his hoity-toity, immaculately maintained garden.
  926. >He sees you, and he gives you a friendly wave.
  927. >You give him the middle finger.
  928. >And then you head back inside.
  929.  
  930. >Filled with vigour yet thirsting for more, you slide into your comfy chair behind your desk and take a sip of your freshly brewed coffee.
  931. >You're using a different cup this time.
  932. >You don't think you'll use the other one ever again.
  933. >After downing some joe, you examine the clipboard containing today's schedule.
  934. >As the *only* human masseur in Equestria—you are a very busy man.
  935. >Customers from all corners of the world are chomping at the bit to get a (metaphorical) taste of your hands, you see.
  936. >For example, your very first client of the day: Violet Gleam—
  937. >Is coming around in…!
  938. >Two hours.
  939. >…Well then.
  940. >Time to kill time.
  941.  
  942. >In lieu of recent events, you've decided to treat yourself today.
  943. >Crinkling in between your fingers is fresh paper—the latest issue of Playcolt.
  944. >And a new magazine means new mares to ogle.
  945. >The photographs contained within are optically unsullied—simply begging for your human eyeballs to soak in their sensual sights.
  946. >Thus, flipping over the front cover, you get right to peeping.
  947. >And by *God* there are mares.
  948. >Mares with wet manes.
  949. >Mares with thigh-high socks.
  950. >Mares with *huge* chest tuffs.
  951. >Whew.
  952. >This was a good purchase.
  953. >Turning to the next page, you see a mare lying on her belly, butt pointed towards the camera.
  954. >With pink fur…
  955. >Eugh.
  956. >Next page.
  957. >In the midst of your extremely classy reading session, you swear you hear the distinct jingle of your front door opening.
  958. "Hm?"
  959. >You look up from your magazine just in time to see your door swing shut by itself.
  960. >Quickly casting your eyes around the room, you don't see anyone around who could've entered…
  961. >It's still only you here.
  962. "Must've been the wind…"
  963. >You've always wanted to say that out loud.
  964. >It probably was just the wind, though.
  965. >Your door's latch isn't doing too well these days.
  966. >Probably should've invested your hard-earned bits into fixing it instead of buying the latest issue of Playcolt.
  967. >…Nah. You've got your priorities set straight.
  968. >In fact, they're so straight—you're already ogling the next model with glee.
  969. >A pure white unicorn graces your vision, her mane a two-tone of pink and purple.
  970. >She lies on her back atop satin bed sheets; her hindlegs are spreadeagle—yet black lingerie covers up the naughty bits.
  971. >Her curves fill out her body perfectly; her sultry green gaze entices your own eyes; and the way she rolls her forelegs up to her chest communicates a coquettish charm found nowhere else.
  972. >You think you've finally found her—the horsey supermodel of your dreams.
  973. >In other words: humina humina.
  974. >Might have to note down this page number for later.
  975. >What is it, page—
  976. >"Whatcha reading, mister?"
  977. >—pink?
  978. >Wait, no.
  979. >Who?
  980. "What—"
  981. >Snapping your head to the right, you see that a saddlebag-wearing pink pegasus has somehow made her way over to your side of the desk without you noticing.
  982. >And she's not just any pink pegasus—
  983. >She's a salmon-pink pegasus.
  984. "Gah!"
  985. >Stumbling over to the left, you slap your swiftly shut magazine onto the desk.
  986. >You nearly fall out of your chair—but you never break eye contact with *her.*
  987. "Y-you!"
  988. >She beams at you.
  989. >"Hello!"
  990.  
  991. >You force down a gulp, the bileful memories of yesterday already threatening to resurface.
  992. "Wh-what the hell are *you* doing here?"
  993. >She airily tilts her head.
  994. >"Me? Well…"
  995. >She slowly flaps upwards, stopping just above eye-level with you.
  996. >"I came back to this massage parlour…"
  997. >Hovering herself into an upright position, she jubilantly places her forehooves on her hips.
  998. >"…to get another massage, of course!"
  999. >She sunnily stares into you, while you merely look back at her.
  1000. >Your brows then furrow.
  1001. "…You've got a lot of nerve asking that."
  1002. >You rise from your seat, promptly towering over her floating form; your looming height makes her backpedal a bit.
  1003. "Coming back here after the shit you and your friends pulled."
  1004. >Her ears flatten as she looks away.
  1005. >"Oh, um, about that…"
  1006. >Wings laden with remorse, she flutters over to the front of your desk.
  1007. >With a deeply guilty frown upon her face, she addresses you:
  1008. >"I'm…I'm really sorry for everything that happened yesterday, mister. What we did…it was completely over the line."
  1009. >You scoff out loud and shake your head.
  1010. "'Sorry' doesn't even begin to cut it."
  1011. >Your harsh words make her wince.
  1012. >"I-I know, but…but here."
  1013. >She reaches into her right saddlebag with her mouth, soon procuring a small, light-brown sack; it makes a light jingling sound as she carries it through the air by its neck.
  1014. >Lowering her head, she gently sets the sack down on your desk with a thud.
  1015. >You eye the sack with suspicion, noting that it has been tied off with a pink ribbon.
  1016. "…What is this?"
  1017. >"This is your payment."
  1018. "Payment…?"
  1019. >Pinching the neck in between your fingers, you attempt to lift it up…
  1020. >It's pretty heavy.
  1021. >"It's for yesterday. Flurry forgot to pay you for your time, so I made sure to chase her up on it."
  1022. >You're pretty sure that whatever's in here *far* exceeds your usual rates.
  1023. >But it feels like dirty money.
  1024. "…Is that all?"
  1025. >She shakes her head, tone still penitent:
  1026. >"No, there's…one more thing."
  1027. >She reaches into her left saddlebag just as she did with her right; this time, she pulls out a rectangular black box with a see-through cover.
  1028. >After setting it down next to your sack of payment, she speaks up.
  1029. >"This one's from me. I know it'll never make up for what you suffered through, but I…I wanted to get you something regardless."
  1030. >You don't even glance at it.
  1031. "Cool."
  1032. >Your eyes slowly drift towards your front door, while hers nervously flit between you, the box, and the sack.
  1033. >This awkward silence continues for a little longer before she speaks up again.
  1034. >"I, um, about the massage…"
  1035. >You glare at her.
  1036. "Forget it."
  1037. >She winces, and you continue.
  1038. "You need an appointment in this place."
  1039. >You cross your arms.
  1040. "And my schedule's completely booked."
  1041. >She looks around your empty reception, before quickly getting the message.
  1042. >"Oh, okay."
  1043.  
  1044. >She steadily touches down on the floor, dropping from view as she lands in front of your desk.
  1045. >Alas, she walks a few steps back to enter your field of vision once more.
  1046. >"Goodbye, mister."
  1047. >You don't answer.
  1048. >And so she turns to leave, slumping towards the exit with her head hanging low.
  1049. >Letting out a sigh, you feel a mixture of pride and relief over having finally managed to stand up for yourself.
  1050. >But you also feel…a bit of guilt?
  1051. >Why? She was one of *them!*
  1052. >Even if she was *far* from the worst one there.
  1053. >But still…
  1054. >Ugh…
  1055. >She must have really gone out of her way to try and make things right with you.
  1056. >You look over to that sack of bits and silently scrutinise it.
  1057. >Honestly, you didn't even consider that those mares *should* have paid you; they swept through both your parlour and your psyche in such a traumatic manner that you ended up mentally writing them off as a natural disaster.
  1058. >Considering how heavy that sack is, you'd confidently wager that it covers compensatory damages too.
  1059. >However, you're not some loose manwhore who can be so easily won over simply by flashing a fat sack in front of his face.
  1060. >Money speaks, yes—but your ears are waxed with integrity.
  1061. >You'd leave it at that, yet she also happened to bring you something else:
  1062. >That small black box.
  1063. >Might as well see what it is.
  1064. >Thus, your eyes travel over to her second offering of peace, and you peer through the top of this box—
  1065. >It's a box of chocolate truffles.
  1066. >…Shit, you love those little guys.
  1067. >Maybe she isn't so—
  1068. >No, no. You're not gonna completely flip-flop on this just because she bought you a box of your favourite tasty treats, are you?
  1069. >Are you?
  1070. >Yeah, that's right. You're better than this.
  1071. >You're a principled man. A busy man. A peckish man.
  1072. >You don't have time for her.
  1073. >You have a client in one hour and forty-five minutes.
  1074. >And you are going to be *very* busy reading your softcore porno mag in the meantime.
  1075. >It's very important stuff.
  1076. >Very…
  1077. >…
  1078. >Fuck it.
  1079. >The pegasus opens the door—
  1080. "Wait."
  1081. >She looks over her shoulder, sparing a hesitant glance your way.
  1082. >You take a deep breath.
  1083. "Cozy Glow, was it?"
  1084. >She solemnly nods.
  1085. >"Yes…"
  1086. >You chew on your lip, and a multitude of conflicting emotions tug on your countenance.
  1087. >You're about to say something that you'll doubtless regret later.
  1088. "…I think I might be able to fit you in."
  1089.  
  1090. ***
  1091.  
  1092. >"Mm~ this is…oh…this is gooood~"
  1093. >Deep inside your esteemed office, Cozy lies on her front, belly firmly pressed against your padded table.
  1094. >The tools of your trade rub against one of her most tender areas:
  1095. >It's a crevice that makes a mare squeal in delight whenever you delve a finger into it.
  1096. >And when you stick *two* fingers in…
  1097. >"Oooh~!"
  1098. >A smile escapes your lips.
  1099. "Somepony's enjoying herself."
  1100. >"Mm…you bet~!" she chirps. "I can't believe I missed out on this yesterday!"
  1101. >She sighs happily, leaning into your delicate touch.
  1102. >"What did you call this treatment again—'ear scritches?'"
  1103. >With a slow slide of your fingers behind her twitching left ear, you answer her.
  1104. "Indeed."
  1105. >She happily hums, a satisfied smile plastered on her face.
  1106. >"Golly… I think I'm in love~"
  1107. >After having stopped Cozy by the door, you decided to offer her a massage right after the fact.
  1108. >The technique of choice?
  1109. >Ear scritches—a "Handyman" special.
  1110. >Hah, that dumbass Smooth Claws would probably slice his client's ears off if he ever tried to copy your greatness.
  1111. >Humanity wins again, baby.
  1112. >You continue to gently run your fingers along one of Cozy's auricular canyons, listening to her coos of delight while also watching her tail lightly swish from side to side.
  1113. >Ponies can be damn cute sometimes.
  1114. >Even when they've been directly complicit in the cruel torment of this world's only homo sapien.
  1115.  
  1116. >"Mm~" she harmoniously hums. "I've been needing something like this sooo badly. You won't believe how *stressed* I've been lately…hah…"
  1117. >Taking your fingers away from her ear, you slowly move down along the table's left side.
  1118. "It must be a lot easier to de-stress when your masseur isn't running laps around the parlour."
  1119. >She lets out an awkward laugh, ears flopping down.
  1120. >"Yes… I suppose you're right…"
  1121. >You pause your paces, stopping by the lower left corner of your massage table.
  1122. "Ah, I meant nothing by it, Cozy." You smile at her. "Was just a joke."
  1123. >Admittedly, this joke is one rooted in sober truth.
  1124. >Cozy looks over her shoulder at you, and her downcast face soon lightens up after seeing your reassuring smile.
  1125. >You carefully take up her left hindhoof in both hands.
  1126. "Hoofrub?"
  1127. >Ears perking up, her face goes from light to bright.
  1128. >"Mm-hmm!" She nods, beaming. "Yes please, mister!"
  1129. >You chuckle.
  1130. "Coming right up."
  1131. >You move your thumbs into position, letting them both rest against her delicate inner frog.
  1132. "And by the way," you continue, "my name's 'Anon'—not 'mister.'"
  1133. >She blinks, and her lips slowly part in thoughtful realisation.
  1134. >"Oh, I'm sorry, Ano—"
  1135. >Her apologetic tone is your green light to go—and you immediately get to work, rapidly sliding your thumbs up and down her super sensitive sulcus.
  1136. >"—oo~oon!" she gasps out a moan and squeaks out a "Eep!"
  1137. >Her hoof jitters like crazy in your hands, while her breathing hastens to a fever pitch.
  1138. >The speed of her breathing is matched only by the merriment in your laughter.
  1139. >Soon enough, however, her breathing steadies—and her scarlet eyes sharply refocus on you.
  1140. >"You…"
  1141.  
  1142. >Her face puffs up into a pout.
  1143. >"…you are *such* a tease! Hmph!"
  1144. >Ceasing your movements, you flash her an bashfully impish grin.
  1145. "Ahah. Sorry."
  1146. >Adopting a much gentler pace, you resume your thumb movements around her tender frog.
  1147. "But I'd say we're even now."
  1148. >She blinks in total surprise.
  1149. >"W-wait. We're even, really?"
  1150. "Sure."
  1151. >For the most part, at least.
  1152. "You were nowhere *near* as bad as the other two, anyway."
  1153. >"Well…maybe, but I know I'm not blameless in the matter. After all, I both said and did some pretty mean things back there."
  1154. >You nod, humming in quiet agreement.
  1155. >Recalling the situation, she *did* call you out on being a pervert, but…well…she's not entirely wrong in that assessment.
  1156. >Still, there's a time and a place for such things.
  1157. >"I hope you can believe me when I say that I'm not usually like that."
  1158. >She sighs, solemnly shaking her head.
  1159. >"It's just so…so *easy* to get caught up in whatever my friends are doing."
  1160. >You fire up another sagely nod.
  1161. "Bad influence, huh?"
  1162. >Leaving the conversation there, you focus on massaging Cozy's hoof, kneading the balls of your thumbs against her frog.
  1163. >The frogs of a pastel pony are surprisingly soft and sensitive, not too dissimilar to a paw pad of a dog or cat.
  1164. >Cozy appreciatively hums in response to your ministrations.
  1165. >Resting the right side of her head on top of crossed forelegs, she calmly eyes you over as you work.
  1166. >You, in turn, find yourself stealing glances at her serene expression.
  1167. >Her scarlet eyes tell a enticing mystery; you find yourself drawn to them, yet reluctant to peer in too deep.
  1168. >What stories does she have to tell, you wonder…
  1169. "So," you speak up, speaking your honest mind at the same time, "how are you even friends with those mares, anyway?"
  1170. >After a brief purse of your lips, you continue:
  1171. "Forgive the foul language—but they seem like total cunts."
  1172. >Her eyes widen, and you worry that your words were too rotten—
  1173. >"Mhm-hm-hm~!"
  1174. >—said worries are quickly swept away by her tittery giggles.
  1175. >"Well," she begins, "you're not wrong…"
  1176. >She sighs and looks away, perhaps internally debating on her rationale for keeping such rude company.
  1177. >Meanwhile, after setting her left hindhoof down, you decide to circle around the back of table and pick up her righthindhoof .
  1178. >Engaging your thumbs once more, you work on this hoof much like you did the other.
  1179. >And soon enough, you find yourself settling into another comfortable rhythm of thumb-to-hoof kneading.
  1180.  
  1181. >"They weren't always like this, you know?" Cozy speaks up, looking back to you. "And I'm not exactly a model pony myself."
  1182. "Oh?" you respond, not stopping your thumbs for a moment.
  1183. >Looking up, you see that she wears a pensive expression on her face.
  1184. >"I've done some…" Her eyes flit to the side. "…bad things in the past."
  1185. >A ghost of a smile appears on her face.
  1186. >"But those two were willing to look past that and befriend me all the same."
  1187. >Her eyes flicker very briefly.
  1188. >"Flurry especially. She stood by me when nopony else would."
  1189. "That Flurry sounds a lot nicer than the princess I saw yesterday."
  1190. >She chuckles dryly.
  1191. >"She used to be a lot nicer back then, but…not any more. She's changed. She let the prestige of her own royal heritage go straight to her head."
  1192. >You arch a curious eyebrow.
  1193. "Her…'royal heritage?'"
  1194. >She nods, casting you a serious expression.
  1195. >"You see. Not only is Flurry is an alicorn, but she's also a Princess of Love—*and* she's the Crown Princess of the Crystal Empire. She lives in a pampered world where endless praise is heaped upon her just for existing. Nopony around her has the courage to tell her no—unless they want to be on the receiving end of one of her temper tantrums."
  1196. >She glances to the side.
  1197. >"And Luster…well, she's in a similar situation; she was born as a natural prodigy in magic—and so she was hoofpicked by the Princess of Equestria herself to become her personal protege. She's destined for greatness—and she knows it—so she never took the time to bother learning a thing or two about humility."
  1198. >Your eyes widen in shock.
  1199. "W-wow…" You take a brief pause to fully absorb this portentous information. "I had no idea my clientele were so high profile."
  1200. >You knew Flurry was an alicorn but…damn.
  1201. >You assumed that she was a Princess of Gaudy Gemstones at best.
  1202. >Cozy sure has friends in high places.
  1203. >How high does she fly?
  1204. "What about you, Cozy?" you ask her with a sly smile on your face. "Don't tell me I'm speaking to the High Commander of the Equestrian Air Force or something like that."
  1205. >She giggles softly.
  1206. >"No, nothing like that. I'm just a regular mare who's had more than my fair share of woes. But I've also had the chance to learn and grow from my past mistakes—they haven't."
  1207. "Mm. I see…"
  1208. >"Time changes ponies, Anon," she says, turning away from you and facing forward, "and not always for the better."
  1209. >It's clear she bears a lot of baggage over this.
  1210. >Her friends are complete bitches, but she stands by them anyway.
  1211. >In a way, her stance kind of reminds you of you—and how you're still sticking with your massage business despite barely getting any clients.
  1212. >As you continue your hoofrub, you idly wonder how your woes match up to hers.
  1213. >…Not to brag, but you like to think that "being flung into an alien dimension with nothing to your name" combined with "being forced to huff sweaty horse ass" could beat out her problems any day of the week.
  1214.  
  1215. >…
  1216. >Some time passes, and you have now given all four of her hooves a thorough rubbing.
  1217. >You then carefully filed down any jagged edges on her soles for good measure.
  1218. >Not that you could spot many imperfections in that regard; Cozy Glow is clearly a mare who takes excellent care of her hooves—and the rest of her body, besides.
  1219. >The massage draws closer to its end—and currently, you are finishing up with some shoulder rubs.
  1220. >For such a dainty-looking pegasus pony, Cozy hides a surprising amount of musculature under her pretty pink coat.
  1221. >Her shoulders are sturdy and sinewy, pulsing with power underneath your fingertips.
  1222. >She's shorter than most mares, but far stronger than you expected.
  1223. >Hell, she's beefier than most stallions you've worked on—not that you've worked on many, but still.
  1224. >Throwing a quick glance towards the clock hanging on the wall, you confirm the time.
  1225. >Nodding to yourself, you steadily move your hands away from Cozy's shoulders.
  1226. "…Okay. We're just about finished here."
  1227. >She yawns, slowly sitting up.
  1228. >"Oh…already? Remind me to book a longer session for next time."
  1229. >Uprighting herself, she turns over to the side and crosses one hindleg over the other, letting them both dangle from the table's edge.
  1230. >Her eyes drift up to your hanging clock, her forelegs rest at her sides, and she quietly hums in thought.
  1231. >Meanwhile, you can't help but sneak a peek at your occupied client.
  1232. >You must admit, there's a subtle sultriness to her pose—especially in how it perfectly accentuates her shapely curves.
  1233. >Just like in one of your Playcolt magazines.
  1234. >"Is *this* also part of the massage, mister?"
  1235. "U-uh—"
  1236. >With a sudden sense of sanguine shame covering your cheeks, your ogling eyes dart up from Cozy's thighs to see her grinning face.
  1237. "I-I…um."
  1238. >You sputter guiltily.
  1239. >She giggles sportively.
  1240. >"Don't worry." She playfully winks at you. "I won't tell~"
  1241. >You simply gulp and nod in response, taking what you can get.
  1242. >Seriously, what's wrong with you, Anon?
  1243. >Up until now, you were do *so* well on not acting like a total creeper.
  1244. >Is this because you skimped out on your "required reading?"
  1245. >Or is it because you overindulged in it?
  1246. >Eh, it's one of the two.
  1247.  
  1248. >Cozy hops off the table and performs a few post-massage stretches.
  1249. >"Mm~! That was refreshing~! It's official—" She beams at you. "—you're my new favourite masseur~!"
  1250. "Oh?"
  1251. >You cross your arms.
  1252. "Is that a 'glowing' recommendation I hear?" you ask, only barely containing your highly amused smirk.
  1253. >You see, it's funny because she's called—
  1254. >"Well," she interrupts your thoughts, "I've visited more than my fair share of spas and parlours here and there."
  1255. "Ah," you reply, spirited expression softening into steely nonchalance.
  1256. >None of them better be dragon-run…
  1257. >"But none of the masseurs I've been to quite have the *passion* that you do, Anon."
  1258. >Flashing her a grin, you raise your hands and waggle your digits about in the air.
  1259. "And these?"
  1260. >She giggles.
  1261. >"And those. They help too~"
  1262. >Turning and trotting, she merrily makes her way over to the saddlebags that she had left by the room's entrance.
  1263. >Picking one of them up in her mouth, she flutters back to the top of your massage table and sits down on her haunches, setting her saddlebag by her side.
  1264. >"So," she begins, "here's your payment~"
  1265. >Rooting through her bag, she soon pulls out another sack of bits and places it down in front of her.
  1266. >It's smaller than the other one, but it's still pretty damn hefty-looking—it definitely contains more than your usual rates.
  1267. >You smell a generous tip from an affluent client.
  1268. "You're really spoiling me today."
  1269. >"And that's not all. Have a look at this!"
  1270. >Once again reaching into her saddlebag of wonders, she pulls yet another item out and sets it down next to your bit sack.
  1271. >Squinting your eyes, you can see that it…
  1272. "Hm?"
  1273. >It's a simple looking thing: a single strap of black pleather inlaid with small crimson gemstones; the gems are spherically cut with the precision of an artisan.
  1274. >Complementary parts of a snap buckle are attached at both ends of this strap.
  1275. >You cautiously pick it up with right hand.
  1276. >It feels weighty—not in the physical sense, but rather in the…spiritual sense.
  1277. "Is this a collar?"
  1278.  
  1279. >"Mm-hmm!" She nods." Good eye!"
  1280. >You look up from this collar, seeing her cheery face.
  1281. >"And it's for you!"
  1282. >You blink a few times.
  1283. "Uh…"
  1284. >She's giving you a collar? Why…?
  1285. >Wait.
  1286. >You tense, just now remembering the mares that she keeps company with.
  1287. >Is this her way of further tormenting you? Of telling you that she and her friends now own you?
  1288. >Damn it!
  1289. >Why did you ever think to let your guard down around her?! She's one of *them!* You—
  1290. >"Ehehe~!"
  1291. >These frantically defensive thoughts of yours are cut clean through by Cozy's soft giggles.
  1292. >Having noticed the colour rapidly draining from your face, she speaks up:
  1293. >"Oh, it's not *for* for you, silly!"
  1294. >You blink again.
  1295. "It's…it's not?"
  1296. >She affirmatively hums and nods.
  1297. >"Do you remember our earlier conversation about Flurry—about how she had changed for the worse?"
  1298. >With some lingering hesitation, you nod back.
  1299. >"Well, the truth is…I want to change that. I want to bring back the Flurry Heart I remember."
  1300. >Your brows furrow, and your eyes drift back down to the collar held within your hand.
  1301. "And this…?"
  1302. >"This happens to be an enchanted collar from King Sombra's time. It was just one of the many ways he would keep his 'subjects' in line—before he eventually settled on his helmets."
  1303. >You raise an confused eyebrow.
  1304. "Um, King who-now?"
  1305. >She blinks at you, before tittering to herself.
  1306. >"Oh, Anon. You should really brush up on your Equestrian History some time~"
  1307. >You purse your lips, feeling a little self-conscious over your lack of worldly knowledge.
  1308. >"Aaanyway," she continues, "when you place this collar around a pony's neck…"
  1309. >Reaching out her right forehoof, she rests it on top of the collar.
  1310. >"…it melds with their very being, instilling absolute obedience towards the one who put it on—and *filling* them up with the *deep* need to serve their new master in *any* way they possibly can~"
  1311. >Your eyes widen.
  1312. >This conversation…it suddenly took a turn.
  1313. >You gave her a massage, and she gifts you some kind of freaky mind control collar?
  1314. >What for?
  1315. >An idea immediately springs to mind, but…
  1316. >No. You know what they say about assuming things.
  1317. >And after what happened yesterday, you'd prefer to be the furthest thing possible from an ass.
  1318.  
  1319. >So you decide to ask the mare straight up:
  1320. "Why are you giving me this?"
  1321. >She happily clasps her forehooves together.
  1322. >"Why, for you to use on Flurry, of course!"
  1323. "You…" You choose your words bluntly: "…you want me to brainwash her?"
  1324. >Unclasping her forehooves, she holds one up to her chest.
  1325. >"Golly, 'brainwash' is such a *strong* word!"
  1326. >She shakes her head.
  1327. >"I don't want anything like that. I just want you to give her a *thorough* attitude adjustment."
  1328. "Uh huh…"
  1329. >An "attitude adjustment"—but more importantly, a chance to enact your retribution upon that utter brat of an alicorn.
  1330. >Tempting…
  1331. >But you're quick to notice a particular oddity with this pegasus's proposition.
  1332. "Why aren't *you* doing this? Why me?"
  1333. >She nods with confidence, clearly having anticipated such a question.
  1334. >"The recipient needs to be in a fully relaxed state of mind for the collar to work."
  1335. >She gestures around your office.
  1336. >"And you—*you're* a masseur! Making ponies relaxed is your job! You're perfect for this!"
  1337. >Perfect, huh?
  1338. >The pieces do seem to align "perfectly," as she says.
  1339. >It would be all too easy to slip this collar around your client's neck during a massage.
  1340. >It would also be completely illegal and utterly immoral.
  1341. >However, there's something about the idea of enslaving a princess that tickles you pink.
  1342. >Especially a princess like her.
  1343. >…
  1344. >But you're still hesitant. There's still so much you don't know.
  1345. >You need more info.
  1346. "Where did you even come across something like this?"
  1347. >Her face slowly gives way to a sly smile.
  1348. >"Oh, I have my ways~"
  1349. >Her non-answer leaves you feeling even more uncertain.
  1350. >Just *who* is this mare? How much does she know?
  1351. >In the midst of your wondering, your eyes take to wandering around the room.
  1352. >It last only a brief moment, but as your sights drift across Cozy's neck, an errant thought enters your mind—
  1353. >Of her vulnerable neck.
  1354. >And the collar in your hand—
  1355. >"I wouldn't do that."
  1356.  
  1357. >A harsh, threatening tone cuts through the air, and your eyes flit up to meet her piercing glare.
  1358. >One of her forehooves is firmly resting against your shoulder—you have no idea when she put it there.
  1359. >You can sense a calm, confident strength lying underneath her cold keratin—towering and terrifying.
  1360. >Despite standing in the middle of your own office—you feel cornered.
  1361. "I-I wasn't…" you manage to stutter out.
  1362. >Her gaze softens on a dime, and she retrieves her forehoof with a giggle.
  1363. >"You know," she speaks with a lighter tone, "there's another reason I wanted to entrust you with this collar."
  1364. >After a brief, suspenseful pause from her—she continues:
  1365. >"I think we're both quite alike."
  1366. >After a brief, suspended pause from you—you reply:
  1367. "W-we are?"
  1368. >She hummingly nods, staring deep into your eyes.
  1369. >"We both want…"
  1370. >Lifting a forehoof, she airily twirls it about in the air.
  1371. >"…more."
  1372. >She jubilantly clasps her hooves together.
  1373. >"We both stand to benefit from this. I get my old friend back, and you…"
  1374. >Lidding her eyes, she shoots you a toothy grin.
  1375. >"…you get to have your revenge. And not just that…"
  1376. >You blink, waiting for her to continue.
  1377. >"…but think about it, Anon. With the Crown Princess at your complete mercy, you'll finally be able to get the respect that you *deserve,* and you'll finally be able to live like a king~"
  1378. >A king?
  1379. >That…that doesn't sound so bad.
  1380. >Kings don't have to worry about failing startups or loose door latches.
  1381. >You could finally make something of yourself.
  1382. >Yeah…
  1383. >Maybe…
  1384. >"So!" Cozy suddenly speaks up. "That's my offer!"
  1385. >She slowly reaches out her forehoof towards your collar-holding hand.
  1386. >"But if you're not interested, that's okay too! I'll just take back the collar and—"
  1387. "W-wait."
  1388. >Tightly grasping the collar in your hand, you hold it closer to your chest.
  1389. "I'll…I'll do it."
  1390. >She shoots you a bright smile.
  1391. >"Oh, that's wonderful!"
  1392. >She pulls her forehoof back—
  1393. >And then thrusts it in front of her, holding it out to you.
  1394. >"Put 'er there, partner!" she says with mock southern twang and a playful wink.
  1395.  
  1396. >With your free hand, you two shake on it.
  1397. >"Here's to a fruitful partnership~"
  1398. "Partnership?"
  1399. >"Mm-hmm!" She pulls her hoof back. "After all, Flurry isn't the *only* pony you want to get back at, right?"
  1400. >You solemnly nod.
  1401. "Right…"
  1402. >"For now, though—let's focus on Flurry."
  1403. >Hopping off the table, Cozy makes her way over the place where she left her other saddlebag.
  1404. >Upon reattaching her saddlebags and letting them both hang by her sides, Cozy turns to you, looking just about ready to leave.
  1405. >"Oh, but don't worry." She pause to titter. "I know how you *love* your appointments~"
  1406. >You awkwardly rub the back of your neck in response.
  1407. >"So!" she continues. "I'll tell Flurry to come over tomorrow noon; how does that sound?"
  1408. >You have zero clients tomorrow.
  1409. "…I should be able to fit that in."
  1410. >"Great!"
  1411. >Trotting to the open doorway that leads out of your office, she turns around and waves back to you.
  1412. >"Looking forward to hearing the good news! See you around, partner~!"
  1413. >Lifting up your free hand, you weakly wave back.
  1414. "Yeah…bye."
  1415. >She promptly exits your office, leaving you all by your lonesome.
  1416. >Standing next to your massage table in your empty kitchen, you ponder the collar held in your hand for a good long while.
  1417. >Just what exactly have you gotten yourself into?
  1418. >As a test, you connect the collar together with a *click,* closing it around nothing.
  1419. >You watch as the inlaid gemstones glow crimson and hum ominously for a brief moment, before dimming into dormancy.
  1420. >Curious…
  1421. >"Um, hello? Anonymous?"
  1422. "Ah—!"
  1423. >You swiftly hide the despotic mind control collar behind your back.
  1424. >Snapping your sights to the side, you see a mare standing in front of the doorway.
  1425. >She's a crystal pony—one of the Empire's locals.
  1426. "U-um, yeah?"
  1427. >She slightly slumps her posture.
  1428. >"It's Violet Gleam. Here for my appointment? If that's okay with you, I mean…"
  1429. "O-oh. Yes. Sure. Come in, come in. I'll be right with you…"
  1430. >The rest of the day passes as any other—with you primarily perusing Playcolt while running the odd massage session in between.
  1431. >For you are Anonymous, a struggling masseur in the Crystal Empire.
  1432. >But, you can tell—
  1433. >Things will soon change.

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