//------------------------------// // Pinkie Pie // Story: Massage Stories // by nobody495 //------------------------------// Pinkie was always the silly pony of the town. Some might even argue too silly. Some might also think she’s just an airhead. Well, she may not be the smartest pony, but she knows a lot about particular things. Particularly, fun things. And among those fun things, yes, she does know about fu~un things. Point is, she was able to draw her own, albeit misguided, conclusions when she came upon the Carousel Boutique one day. She skipped over to Rarity’s place one day to hang out. She opened up the door and stepped in, glancing around. She noticed a lack of Rarity, and skipped into the building. She was about to call out for her, but then she heard a strange noise deep in the Boutique. It sounded like moaning and squealing, but not just from anyone. No, it was from a certain little dragon she knew. And those moans and squeals sounded like someone that was real~ly liking it. She would probably come in and ask what the heck she’s doing with Spike, but… She felt her bounciness slow down when Spike’s noises reached her ears. They felt weirdly… enticing. She felt like she could probably spend all day listening to him. She probably wouldn’t be able to hear them if she were to break in… Eventually, the noises stopped, and she began to hear hoofsteps come from within the Carousel Boutique, at which point she left the Boutique. Rarity had just waved the little dragon off, content with her private session with him. She thought back to those wonderful, wonderful noises, her legs shivering a little at the memory. So, she turned around, about to go to her bed. “Hiya!” was suddenly shouted at her face, the alabaster unicorn letting out a shriek and falling on her backside. She shook off the shock, and looked at the surprise invader. She sighed, the mare’s unmistakable pink color now registering for her. “Pinkie! What is the meaning of this?!” she shouted dramatically. “Well, I was going to speak to you earlier, but you weren’t here! I was about to call out for you, buuuuuuut it sounded like you were, ahem, bus~y.” Rarity furrowed her brow curiously, confused about what she was proposing. “Oh, you know, the ol’ horizontal tango? The bed and bump? The snu snu?” Rarity looked on disgusted. Pinkie seemed to go on and on like she didn’t understand what she was talking about. The fashionista was only confused about how the party pony would’ve come to that conclusion. “You know, the old scaly snake in the cave~? *Snrk* Y’see, that’s like a double-double entendre, because Spike-“ At that, Rarity’s eyes widened in horror. “How could you even insinuate-?!” Rarity chided Pinkie. “Why, I’d never let myself do something so vulgar with him!” Pinkie shook her head, lightly “tsk”-ing. “Oh, Rarity, you don’t have to lie to me,” she said. “I heard you and Spike earlier. I heard Spike’s cute little noises. I heard you telling him to ‘hold nothing back’.” “Pinkie!” Rarity hissed through her teeth. “You have clearly misread the situation!” Pinkie’s confident grin shrunk a little as she was forced to look the unicorn in the eye. Rarity could swear she could see the gears in the girl’s head grind, as if trying to come up with an alternative to what had happened. “…Then, what did happen?” … Spike followed behind Pinkie curiously. For some reason, she came to him and began dragging him off to Sugarcube Corner. He wasn’t sure what was weirder: the fact that this was happening in the first place, or the fact that this was the second time this was happening. “Seriously, what do you need me for?” Spike asked, tugging against her grip as she dragged him along. “I already said! For fun!” she cheered. “That could mean a hundred things!” Spike snapped back. He kept tugging and tugging, gritting his teeth as he pulled. Pinkie kept tugging and tugging, eventually getting him through the doors and into the lobby. However, she kept pulling him deeper in. “Why aren’t you just saying it?!” “Rarity said I needed to make sure nopony could here it,” Pinkie said. “I Pinkie promised that only the three of us could know about it!” At that, Spike’s struggling slowed down, as now confusion filled his body more than anything else. “What the hay does Rarity have to do with this?” he asked. Pinkie giggled a little as she dragged Spike deeper in and towards her bedroom. Eventually, she opened it up and yanked him in, before hip-checking the door closed. “Come on, you remember, don’t you, silly?” she said, gently tapping his forehead. “Rarity told me alllll about how you love it when a mare has her hooves all over you~” Spike felt his blood run to his cheeks at that. He then felt the urge to turn his gaze away from Pinkie and nervously clasp his hands together. “Wh-what are you talking about?” he asked, trying to sound innocent. Pinkie giggled a little, her smirking face looking down on him. She brought up a hoof and gently stroked his cheek, slowly ushering his gaze back up to her. “You don’t have to act all shy,” she said. “You can pay for it and all. It can’t be that bad to do, right?” “U-uh, what?” Spike asked. Pinkie kept up the same expression, and her head began to go low, low, low. And then, Spike’s eyes went wide a sharp gasp ushering out of his throat as his arms suddenly went stiff. He began panting, his blush getting brighter and brighter. “Oh~ OOOgh~” Spike moaned. “Oh Pinkie~! Oh that’s… wow~!” Spike’s chest heaved as he panted, his wide eyes now starting to get half-lidded as Pinkie’s efforts continued. The pink pony, meanwhile, managed to work one of her hooves under one of Spike’s legs, lifting it up to expose the bottom of his foot. Meanwhile, the other hoof starting to rub at his sole. She gently rubbed between the front and the heel, really pressing into that area, before her hoof began to knead at her hoof and just behind his toes. “There, that’s not so scary, is it?” she asked. “Pinkie Pie just wants to make you really happy~” With those comforting rubs, she brought her hoof away, letting Spike put his foot back down as he was still left blushing, looking at the pink pony. “You better lie down, buddy! It’ll make it all the easier to rub you in all the right ways!” With that, Spike, without changing expression, nodded. And then, he turned around and began heading for Pinkie’s bed. “Oh! And please lie down backside up! I wanna get the parts Rarity didn’t touch!” Spike rolled his eyes a little at that. But, he supposes that he was kind of under her orders. So, he climbed up on top of her mattress, sitting down at first. And then, he leaned forwards and forwards, until gravity dragged his upper body down and sent him faceplanting into the soft mattress. And then, he felt a slight quake go through the mattress as Pinkie Pie leapt up onto the bed right behind him. He could feel her seated form between his legs, and he could practically feel the pony’s happy face beam into his back. “Hang on a moment,” she said. She then looked up to the upper left corner of the frame, studying that particular corner intently. Curiously, Spike glanced up, leaning his head up towards her. “What are you looking at?” he asked. “Just checking out the content rating… Alright, we’re good,” she said. Then, she gently pushed Spike’s head back down, making sure he’s back in position. He lied there, shifting a little bit in anticipation. Deep down, he knew how weird this was, somepony he knew about to massage him for reasons he couldn’t quite understand. However, another part of him was deeply appreciative that they’d do something like this. “Thank you for this,” Spike said. As he waited, he could feel Pinkie’s hooves hover over the back of his head, to the point where he could swear she could feel her body heat. He could feel thin bristles of fur gently touch down on his body. “Don’t worry, Spikey!” Pinkie cheered. She shifted a little in place, hovering her hooves over him and preparing herself. She’d love to touch down right now, to see how Spike would react. But Rarity recommended a slow approach, slowly coax the pleasure out more and more until you get to the point that you can exploit it for all it’s worth. She argued that she needs to have fun fast, but Rarity said it’s better to slowly build his little sighs into screams. Pinkie wasn’t sure what she meant, but she sort of had this fun first. So maybe she knew a little more. So, instead of touching down, she slowly waved her hooves downwards. Spike, meanwhile, still anticipated the moment her hooves could rub him. But he was just confused as he felt her hooves wave over him. He was about to ask what she’s doing, but then he felt it: fur. Pinkie’s fur tickled over his scales, from his scalp all the way down. He couldn’t help but snicker a little upon the fur touching his neck. And at that, Pinkie stopped for a moment. She felt her cheeks shoot back up her face, a strong smile plastered on her face. She wiggled her hooves over his neck a little more, and his body seized a bit. “P-Pinkie!” Spike stuttered out, a few quick giggles ushering out. Pinkie grinned wider as her fur kept rubbing over his neck, causing him to writhe around a bit. It felt like she was running a feather over his form. Pinkie’s hooves then went lower, giving the dragon a brief reprieve. However, he still couldn’t fight the wriggling as her hooves began to hover over his sides, the fur continuing to nip at him. Soon, they hovered over his backside, running down his legs, and soon to the bottom of his feet. And as she did, Spike began banging a fist against the mattress, burying his laughing mouth into it. After seeing Spike wriggle around a little, Pinkie soon decided that there was enough stalling. She brought up her hooves, and returned them over his head. And now, Spike felt them touch his scales. At that, he brought his face up, it red with fighting off laughter. However, his fighting would soon die down as the tickly feeling was instead replaced with anticipation as her hooves remained on top of him. And then, she began to rub circles. “Ah~” Spike sighed softly, nestling into place as the pink pony began to rub into his scalp. She rubbed circles into either half of his scalp, them starting at the top and gently rubbing at his temples. His head wasn’t nearly as tense as his legs when Rarity went at them, but it was still pleasing enough. He rested his chin on his crossed arms and gently swayed his legs, a grin dressing his face as he close his eyes to enjoy the touch. Eventually, her hooves came down to his neck, one hoof rubbing circles into the back of it. Spike moaned out, tightening his fingers around his arms. “Can you move your arms, pretty please?” Pinkie asked. “Oh, sorry,” Spike said before unclasping his arms, spreading them out in front of him. Now that his arms were down, more of his neck was exposed to the pony’s hooves. So, she then brought down her hooves, setting them on either side of his neck and gently pressing. Spike grunted at that, and shook his head a little though. “Oopsies,” Pinkie said, bringing her forelegs up before setting them on his shoulder blades. Spike sighed as the pony leaned down, pressing more of her weight onto his aching shoulders. Spike couldn’t help but let his tongue flick out in pleasure. From here, Pinkie could see his eyes closed. After Spike felt her hooves on his scalp, he was ready to shut off his vision so that the majority of his senses would be dedicated to feeling her work away at his muscles. Pinkie lightly shifted her upper body a little, altering which hoof put more/less pressure on top of either of Spike’s shoulders. Spike’s soft sighs definitely showed that he was liking this. Soon, she stopped wobbling, and instead pressed both hooves downwards toughly, really putting the pressure on Spike’s trapezius. “Oogh~!” Spike moaned out upon her pressing down. Pinkie’s ears perked up at that noise. That was it, that was the kind of noise she heard at the Carousel Boutique. And it was just as nice as she remembered. And if a push like that was what got it… She then stopped sitting down, still resting her forelegs on top of his back. And then, she brought her hindlegs up and placed them on his thighs, the young dragon wriggling around a little, his body unable to contain the feeling going through him. Spike may not be watching her right now, but it didn’t take much to tell what those four points pressing on top of him were. He was sure that if she warned him her entire bodyweight would be pushing down on him, then he’d be upset. However, now that she was doing it, he could not ignore the results, nor keep quiet about how it felt. With those four thin points setting upon him, rather than him feeling the full weight of a pony, it seemed to focus more on wherever she placed her hooves. The way they stood upon the particularly tense muscles, it felt almost like her weight were pushing the stress out like one’d push air out of a balloon. “AGH~!” Spike squealed once he felt her hooves on his thighs. “Oh Pinkie~!” Pinkie gave a light giggle at Spike’s bliss. “That’s what I’m looking for!” she cheered, shifting around on top of the dragon. She adjusted how much weight was put on his shoulders and thighs, adjusting the distribution based on Spike’s subtle winces and relaxations as she adjust the angle at which she pressed down upon him. As she moved around, Pinkie could swear she could hear what almost sounded like a purr from the dragon. “Mmm~ Spikey, I thinking you’re giving me a sugar high~” After stepping on his thighs a little, she decided more parts of him needed attention. So, she hiked up her hindlegs, planting them on either of Spike’s buttocks, squishing down on him. Spike blushed at that, suddenly feeling the urge to bring his tail down protectively. Then, her forehooves came closer to her hind-hooves, now pressing down into his mid-back. Those hooves also gently shifted around on top of him. Then, Spike suddenly felt the mare crouch down. And judging by the shifting of her hindlegs, it sort of felt like she was shaking her rump, like a cat about to pounce. And then, she leapt up. “Gah!” Spike yelped out, for the pink pony had started to jump about on top of him. Her hooves alternated wherever they hit, beating on different parts of his back, apparently with the intent to beat away his tension. Literally. “P-Pink-Pinkie!” Spike spoke out between each stamp, each touchdown causing him to pause. “Stop!” At that, Pinkie’s bouncing began to slow down, her beginning to settle with simply standing on top of him for a moment. “Hee hee, sorry,” she said. “Got too excited.” “Ugh…” Spike groaned. He reached back and rubbed at his back. “Well, it was good while it lasted. So thanks for that.” “Now hang on,” Pinkie said. “I gotta make up for that stuff earlier.” “O-Oh no, it’ll be fine-,” Spike tried to argue. However, despite Pinkie setting her hooves on either side of him, it didn’t feel like she was going anywhere. Instead, he could feel her form begin to approach him from above. “What are you-?” However, he would soon be answered. Pinkie’s body was soon upon him, laying on top of the bed and pinning Spike underneath her, her chin resting on top of his head. “Pinkie!” Spike shouted, wriggling about from under her. “What are you doing?” “I’m doing an super special massage!” she answered. “Just hold still, and lemme do my thing!” “Pinkie?” “3…” “Seriously, what are you-?” “2…” “Pinkie!” “1!” Spike felt the urge to shut his eyes defensively and clenched his teeth defensively, as if anticipating something really painful to come upon him. However, instead of some painful jump or her whole body squishing down on him, Pinkie… vibrated? “Vmmmmmmm,” Pinkie hummed, her body poised on top of Spike’s like a blanket. As she hummed, her whole body seemed to gently rumble over Spike kind of like a massage chair. It felt kind of weird to the dragon at first. “Wh-what is-?” Spike asked. However, he was interrupted when Pinkie’s hooves wrapped around his form, and gently pulled him deeper into the embrace of Pinkie’s body. And once she did, more of Spike’s surface area was covered with the horse’s vibrating body. And at that, he could feel more and more of her press into his back. And as a result, he felt her body rumble over him, gently pressing and squeezing into his various crevices. “O-oh~” Spike moaned, both pleasured and surprised. He wouldn’t have expected anypony to do something like this, though this was rather tame compared to her usual antics. Still, not the kind of thing he’d just expect. And yet, it sort of… worked. Her body seemed to cover more area than her hooves, and just generally seemed softer. Her gentle sway ensured that whenever a spot remained untouched, it would be in mere seconds. “Ha~ Lower~ Lower~” the dragon begged. And Spike’s prayer was answered. Even the prayers Spike didn’t make were answered. Pinkie’s rocking body would strike for any and every part of him that was covered. Even the sore spots brought on by Pinkie’s bouncing would melt away to the pleasure Pinkie ushered forth. Spike’s moaning was soon accompanied by an excited kicking, him beating his foot into the mattress. “Vmmmmmmm,” Pinkie continued humming. Pinkie’s body kept on pelting and pelting Spike with bliss, whose tongue was now beginning to lull out. It seemed he was too smitten with the session to even think right. His cheeks were Pinkie pink now, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lied limp on the mattress. He could only give unconscious movements as Pinkie kept vibrating on top of him. Pinkie didn’t even mind as Spike drooled onto her bed. She was just happy to make Spike so happy. Later, Twilight and friends were seated at her castle on a bit of a diplomatic mission. Ember’s visiting, which Twilight is using to form a, hopefully, long lasting friendship with the dragons. The two are talking in Twilight’s personal chambers, the other five hanging out just outside her door in an attempt to listen in. “I haven’t heard Ember talk in a while,” Rarity said. “Just, sort of, grunts of acknowledgement. And I swear I can somehow hear her just stare on occasion.” “Oh, I hope this all works out…” Fluttershy said. The group simply leaned against that door and listened, waiting with baited breath for any exciting developments. As they did so, Spike approached, holding a tray of treats, a noticeable pep in his step. “Hi!” he greeted, which was greeted with a “shush” from three of the five mares, one too shy to shush and one too unrestrained to care about quietness. “Oh! Sorry,” he said a little quieter. “I brought some treats for Twilight.” “She’s busy right now,” Rarity said. “You’ll have to wait.” “Alright. Just say when.” With that, Spike left the girls, a few paying more attention to the dragon as he left. “He seems a lot more enthusiastic about working,” Rainbow Dash pointed out. “Oh, I think those massage sessions are really helping,” Fluttershy suggested. “He must be feeling so much better now that his soreness is getting treated.” “I can hear Spikey-Wikey during my spa visits,” Rarity said. “It sounds like they’re very effective.” “Spike makes the best bed noises, doesn’t he?” Pinkie declared unashamedly. She held a big smile, eyes shut and unaware of the faces she was receiving. The majority of the ponies around her had immediately snapped towards her, looking on in shock and horror. Rarity, meanwhile, covered her own face, blushing furiously. She’d hate to admit it, but she had an inkling about what Pinkie actually meant. Few ponies would even acknowledge the even more deafening quiet in the room with Twilight and Ember. While she seemed to sit proudly about her declaration, the sound of magic rang out, Twilight having teleported over in front of Pinkie, a similarly shocked and horrified look on her. She took a few moments to just look at Pinkie. And then, she turned her horn towards her, a lavender glow surrounding her horn threateningly. “You have five seconds to explain yourself,” Twilight said, pressing the tip of her horn into Pinkie’s cheek.