Smolder sat in class, resting on her cheek sleepily. She was in the middle of a class with Fluttershy, who’d apparently decided to teach the attendees a little about dragons. Suppose it’d help others get to know her kind, but she didn’t need to spend more time learning about her own body. What else is there for her to learn, after all? So, she tapped her fingers on her desk at a constant rhythm as she barely paid attention to Fluttershy’s lesson.
“And that’s the process of a dragon growing from youth into what most ponies would figure as their teen-years,” she explained. “And, well, um, around here is when dragons tend to seek out a mate. And, after an, um, awkward moment with a dragon of our own, we’d come to suspect that dragons have grown to become dependent on mates, to the point of attracting multiple, as the pleasured noises of one such dragon seems to draw in any and all that hear them. For some reason, it seems like dragons have developed their sounds of pleasure to make those that hear want more, sort of like how when you have sugar, you decide you want more.”
Smolder raised a brow at that. She may not’ve been paying much attention, but she definitely noticed that. She never noticed anything like that… Or did she? No, no she didn’t. Her friends just wanted to massage her for some unknown reason. Or did they? …She began to think back, thinking back to how some of them blushed while they worked. She herself felt the color rise to her cheeks, and she sunk away. She felt this weird embarrassment in her throughout the rest of the lesson.
Soon, it was over.
“O-ok everypony” Fluttershy said. “Class is out. Enjoy the rest of your day, if you don’t mind.” With that, everypony stood up, and began to leave in droves, Smolder following the crowd. She tried to shake off that particularly weird part noted in class, and instead tried to keep on heading to her dorm. Fluttershy’s was the last class today, so she’d just relax after everything. Soon enough, she came to the door of her dorm, where her friends also hung out at.
The door opened wide, and she stepped inside. Once she was past the threshold, she noticed, there in the lobby, were… each friend. Ocellus was hiding behind Silverstream, and beside her was Gallus. And next to them were the two other major friends. One was a yak with a soft green blanket over her back and some hair with pigtails, pink ribbons right at the top of said tails. She was named Yona, a yak from Yakyakistan. And beside her was the earth pony of the group, having a yellow-green body with a soft blue, unkempt mane with a matching tail.
It was definitely far from unusual for her friends to be together at the same time, but Smolder definitely couldn’t help but note the strange atmosphere. It wasn’t quite friendly, but it wasn’t threatening either. Rather, it seemed like everypony was… awkward. Smolder’s eyes scanned the row of friends, and though many were better at hiding it besides Ocellus, each friend seemed to have some form of discomfort. Except for Yona, she seemed pretty giddy for some reason. Silverstream also seemed her usual excited self, though she had a notable uneasiness in her eyes.
“Uh… what’s going on?” Smolder asked. The ponies seemed weirdly quiet, until Silverstream waved one of her legs to get the dragon’s attention. Once the dragon faced her, Silverstream moved away just enough to reveal Ocellus, who’d still shied away into herself.
“Sorry…” she said. Smolder’s eyes then narrowed, before she began massaging the bridge of her nose.
“Ugh… are you all here because of that stupid thing?” she asked. “…Are you the only ones than know?” At that, the collective group of friends nod in affirmation. She let out a relieved sigh. “So, what are you guys gonna do about it? Shoo me away or something?”
“Well…” Silverstream began. “You know, most of our friends have been able to do that with you… Well, I wouldn’t mind having another go~” Sandbar gave Silverstream a look. “But I can wait…” Smolder looked at Sandbar curiously. Stopping her like that?
“Wait, are you next on the block?” Smolder asked Sandbar.
“Not quite…” the earth pony admitted, before glancing over at Yona. At that, Smolder’s eyes widened.
“Oh, this has got to be a joke!” Smolder spat out. “You expect that to be pleasant?!”
“Now now, I know it looks scary…” Sandbar started, waving her hooves in an attempt to wave down the dragon’s fear.
“She’ll crush me!” Smolder declared.
“No worries! Yona read Ocellus’ book!” Yona tried to comfort. “I know the massage!”
“Y-you shouldn’t have to worry…” Ocellus said. “Deep tissue massages need more pressure. Yona’s actually the only one here that probably could do that.”
“B-b-but…” Smolder stuttered. She then grunted in annoyance and slumped down. “How did all of you even get into this idea?”
“Well, those three seemed to like it already,” Sandbar said. “Gallus had this weird, dreamy look on his face earlier, and Yona apparently asked him.” Smolder glanced towards the griffon.
“Hey, gimme a break, I didn’t realize who I was talking to!” Gallus defended.
“And, through Gallus, we found out other ponies did it!” Yona explained. “Yona wanted to do what rest of friends were doing!”
“Look, some of you are better built for it than others,” Smolder tried to argue. “I’m sorry, but that’s fact!”
“Yona promises to be good at massaging!” Yona promised. “Even do one of those Pinkie Promises if have to!” Smolder groaned and buried her face in her palms. She rubbed at her face, as if trying to work out the tension, before she brought her head up.
“Are you really gonna pursue this?” Smolder asked.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Silverstream said while skipping in place.
“Not like they’ll let me do anything until they get a turn,” Gallus grumbled. The rest of the group looked on her eagerly, save for Ocellus, who still felt like hiding away. Smolder glanced among every onlooking face, and could feel the pressure building. She shut her eyes and groaned.
“Fine!” she said. “But if I get crushed, I’ll knock your blocks off!” The other friends backed away, while Yona stood still, looking up at her expectantly. The dragon began walking past her. “C’mon, let’s get this over with…” Yona nodded in understanding, and followed her towards her room. Soon, they arrived, where Smolder opened the door up, and walked in, the yak following suit and hitting the door closed with her hip.
“So, you lie on bed, right?” Yona asked.
“That’s how it’s usually been,” Smolder answered as she walked towards the bed. There, she climbed onto it, before lying belly-first on it and spreading her limbs out. She made sure to be as limp as she usually was, and began wondering if this could possibly be any better than anything she’s gone through before. Yona, meanwhile, walked over towards the bed and leaned in close, before she hopped up and placed her hooves on either side of her, making sure to save her from the brunt of the impact of her descent.
Once there, she looked over her back, Smolder just shifting a little in place. After a bit, she brought up her hooves, and brought them up towards her shoulder blades. First, Yona made a downwards stroke, squeezing down her as she went towards her backside. It was a nice motion, but far from anything Smolder hadn’t encountered already. Then, her hooves slid up her back to tend to her neck, Smolder wriggling a little at the movements. It felt pretty nice.
After that, she brought her hooves back to her shoulders, where she’d bring both hooves together to squeeze down while she slowly slid her hooves down her back. A very simple motion, but there was far more weight to it than anypony else that’d tended to her. This made it feel like her masseuse was now tending deeper into her muscles than any of her other friends were able to, despite their attempts.
Her hooves moved around her back, gently squeezing the edge between her sides and her back. The more she moved her hooves, the more her hefty mass pushed down on Smolder, the dragon beginning to enjoy it more and more. She let out a content sigh as she kept on rubbing, wriggling against the mattress as her hefty hooves pressed deeeep into her. After a bit of that, Yona stretched forwards, resting her forelegs on her instead of her hooves.
“H-hm? Now what?” Smolder asked. But then, Yona began shoving her legs into her, as if trying to use it like a mortar and pestle. Smolder’s eyes widened at her technique, her pupils seeming to dilate as Yona squeezed. She lifted her head and clutched the mattress as the yak ground into her, her toes curling. “O-oh wow~! WOW!” Hearing those noises, Yona, the normally naïve member of the group, felt funny. Her own heart was starting to race.
Yona alternated between rubbing her legs over her like they were rolling pins, and then caressing her back with her hooves. She repeated this motion, Smolder closing her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation going through her body. Slowly, her motions were faster and faster, and she began moving her whole body around Smolder to rub her at various different angles. From her back to her sides, she grabbed at her and rubbed passionately, the heavy hooves seeming to squeeze her like one’d squeezing juice out of fruit.
After a bit of aimless grabbing, Yona was soon at the head of the bed, her legs meeting together and resting just behind Smolder’s neck, ready for the next step of the massage. She opted to bring her hooves together while laying her legs between Smolder’s shoulder blades. And then, while pressing down hard, she pushed her forelegs forwards, squeezing down on Smolder’s back more, the dragon biting her lip at that sensation, her eye twitching from the pleasure. After that, she spread her legs, instead rubbing her hooves in a circular motion before bringing them back to her shoulders.
After that motion, she goes around to Smolder’s sigh, continuing the rubbing motion. It may not’ve been an intense touch like that one motion, but the dragon was sure a bit of calm between storms was necessary. After all, if she felt too much of that, her heart’d probably give out from all the pumping. At least, that’s what she thought.
After a few strokes, Yona laid her whole leg across her back, perpendicular to her spine. She planted her other hoof on it so that she was pressing it against her, before she began pushing the arm up her back, as if steam-rolling her.
“A-ah~!” Smolder yelped out at the sensation. She took hold of the mattress, as if some force were threatening to whisk her away from it were she to let go, and she arched her back in sheer pleasure, amazed by it. She was worried about being crushed under her or something, but her pressure only seemed to squeeze her muscles deeper than anypony else! It felt so gooood~! Meanwhile, Yona felt herself blushing harder at Smolder’s sheer pleasure.
She reached her shoulders, before retreating back to the bottom of her back, and doing the same motion, eliciting another yelp from the dragon. More and more, her leg seemed to roll across her back and squeeze out the stress none else were able to get. Smolder had practically ascended to another dimension from the effort Yona was putting her through. After a bit of that, Yona stopped her rolling, instead rubbing the small of her back with her hooves, a nice little break from what she’d just put her through. Smolder sighed and went back to laying down straight, shutting her eyes to enjoy.
“H-How is friend Smolder doing?” Yona asked.
“Mmm~ Just fine~” Smolder answered.
“Yeah, Yona good at squeezing.”
“Veeeeeery good~”
“But Yona think she should wrap up soon. Don’t want to keep friends waiting~” At that, Smolder opened her eyes and glanced over at the yak curiously over her shoulder. And when she did, she saw Yona bending her leg, the bend of her knee jutting out, and seeming to aim at her back. And then, down it went. Smolder yelled out once her knee dug into her back, the sharp point bearing the Yona’s weight, a single point focusing down on her body!
“Oh, Yona!” Smolder shouted out at that. She figured that something like this should’ve been excruciatingly painful, the weight, even a fraction of it, of a yak focus onto a single point of her back! And, don’t get Smolder wrong, it did hurt. But Yona was practically mining for the pleasure spots and squeezing out her pressure. Yona moved her knee around, and though the dragon winced at the pain, she had nothing but pure elation for the joy that her leg did bring her.
Between the shoulder blades, down the spine, on either side of her back, the small of her back, her knee tended to her poor back and seemed to fix her up. And Smolder’s squeals got Yona nice and red in the face. After tending to her back, the dragon flopped down, as if no longer able to physically support her body. The dragon was left sighing, her sure that her back was raw now.
With that, Yona pulled away from her back, lightly rubbing her calves with both her hooves and her legs. And though it didn’t match the intensity of Yona’s earlier rub, Smolder couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of her legs de-stressing. It was short, but she definitely enjoyed it.
After tending to the legs, Yona pulled back and took a few steps away from the bed.
“I-is Smolder happy?” Yona asked.
“Very~” Smolder answered. Yona grinned widely.
“Oh that is very good! I should get Sandbar now-“
“Hang on,” Smolder interrupted. “I need some time. Let me stress here, then send Sandbar.”
“O-ok, earth pony can wait.” With that, Yona nodded, and headed out of the room. And so, Smolder was left lying on that bed, now having to figure out what could possibly work her muscles into a knot fast enough to enjoy whatever Sandbar had planned.
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” Smolder muttered to herself. “I seem to get worked up just fine just sitting around…”