Smolder sat around and kicked her legs, waiting. Waiting. Waiting. She sighed and rested on both of her hands, them squishing into her cheeks. She’d known waiting could be boring, but goodness gracious she never imagined it’d get this boring! Maybe it was because she was waiting for something she’d actually be looking forwards to, but whatever. Knowing that this’d all culminate in something good didn’t make her any less bored.
Smolder sighed and hopped down, starting to pace around her room.
“One of those guys should’ve been here by now!” she grumbled to herself. “Ugh, I can feel all of Yona’s work go to waste already!” On the plus side, that’d make it easier to massage her later. But with her friends relieving her of this tension, she longed for the periods when her muscles were nice and loose. And, of course, that just made her more impatient. And her being impatient just made her more stressed out.
She kept on pacing, though now she was at the point where she was stamping into the ground, as if trying to create treads wherever she walked. However, after enough walking, she’d hear a knock at her door, followed by that earth pony’s voice.
“Hey, Smolder?” Sandbar asked. “Think you’re ready for the next massage?”
“I’ve been ready!” Smolder declared. “Now come on in! And this better be worth the wait!”
“A-actually…” Sandbar said. “We’ll have to go to another room to do this one…” Smolder rose a brow at that.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Smolder mulled it over, but sighed.
“Oh, you better hope this is amazing!” Smolder said before opening up her door and stepping out, Sandbar just outside.
“A-alright, now follow me,” he said. And with that, the earth pony began walking out of that hall, and instead towards what Smolder would recognize as his room.
“Uh, are you sure about this?” Smolder asked.
“Yeah, my session requires me to set up some things for the massage,” Sandbar answered. “And I can’t just set up all of that stuff in somepony else’s room.”
“I mean, I guess…” Smolder muttered. They kept on walking, until Sandbar reached his door, where he gripped the handle.
“Now, this might be a bit different than what you’re used to,” he warned.
“Trust me, this whole thing has been a very eye-opening experiment,” Smolder assured. “As long as this is just for massage purposes, you don’t have to worry about your fragile little head.” Sandbar nodded in understanding. With that, he spread the door open, the inside looking… oddly dark… Smolder shot Sandbar an accusatory look.
“This is all part of the massage!” he assured. Smolder kept her eyes trained on him as she walked through the door, before looking out at whatever he did to his place. Her eyes widened when she registered what she was looking at, what she was hearing, and what she was smelling. The entire room was lit only in candlelight, the whole room dim as if it were stuck in some low sunset. And they were scented candles, exuding some sort of almost sickly sweet smell all around the room! And she could hear some weird, hippy guitar being played in the corner, it sounded like it’s being played from a machine.
“All part of the massage?” Smolder repeated in a questioning tone. Sandbar nodded enthusiastically. Smolder looked into the dim room, pausing to try and understand what was going on. The scented candles smelled sickeningly sweet, though seemed to threaten to lull her into a malaise. Still, she felt like her mental faculties would defend her. She snapped her head towards Sandbar accusatorily. “Just. The massage.” Sandbar, feeling a bit nervous about Smolder’s repeated defensive stance, nodded in assurance.
With that, Smolder walked over towards the bed, where she’d climb up on it, and lie down to match the pose she adopted multiple times this week: only now her back was down, limbs splayed out, limp as a wet noodle. The dragon was splayed out, and she began to hear Sandbar approach from behind.
“I will pound you to a pulp if you try anything funny,” Smolder said as he got near.
“I understand,” Sandbar answered. He reached under the bed, and pulled forth a tray with various vials on it, each containing a different kind of oil. He lifted one of those, before pouring them on one hoof, and then rubbing it into his other hoof. Once both hooves were nice and lathered, he took a hold of Smolder’s left leg, before pulling it away from the other, making sure it was nice and isolated from the rest of her. Once spread, he brought his hooves down, wrapping them around her thigh.
And then, he stroked them down the length of her leg, it slick against her thanks to the oil. They ran down her thigh, before wrapping around to the front of her leg upon crossing her knee, stroking down her calf. Then, up her leg those hooves went, rubbing back up to the top of her thighs. Then, he repeated this motion a few times, squeezing the sides of her thighs before curling around towards the front of her calf and on her foot.
“Mmn~” Smolder muttered as he rubbed her leg. “You’ll have to do a little better than that.”
“Oh, it’ll get better,” Sandbar explained. “That oil’s not just for making my hooves run through you better. This here’s a muscle relaxer. Once it settles in, they’ll be nice and tender for the rest of the technique.”
“Hm?” Smolder pondered. After Sandbar’s pause to explain himself, he brought both hooves up to her thigh, where he began to press down on her leg. “M-mm!” Smolder grunted at the pressure. It was weird, she felt a definite tension in her leg, yet with that push, there was little resistance. Her muscles were stiff like a tree earlier, but now it felt as if Sandbar were pushing down in a vat of yogurt, seeming to press even deeper than any massage she’d experienced earlier.
After that press, Sandbar’s hooves curled around to the sides of her legs, squeezing down on them as they curled around to her front, just above her knee. Once there, they pressed down, one hoof behind the other, before they squeezed forwards, Smolder’s body jolting from the press down while her eyes widened and she let out a silent gasp. She clutched at the bed beneath her, and her legs rocked side to side in response to Sandbar’s deep touch. From the front, down around to the back of her thigh, Sandbar’s hooves rubbed deeply.
“O-oh Sandbar~ I gotta get some of that oil sometime~” Smolder said. She sighed deeply as he continued his assault, now going down to her calf and rubbing at it. All the while, the pony’s heart was pounding with… excitement? He was doing this solely for Smolder’s benefit, but her moans seemed to shake something within his being. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks while he rubbed circles into her leg. After a bit of that, she moved over to the other leg, and rubbed at it, smothering it with oil.
After enough rubbing it into her, Sandbar’s hooves were once again doing similar motions to the untouched leg, squeezing deeply into the loosened leg. From squeezing both hooves into her and rubbing forwards, to circling around to the back to rub her from multiple angles, to even grinding into her heel like a mortar and pestle. His wandering hooves were relentless in pelting her poor legs with intense pleasure. Smolder was outright panting, and she couldn’t stop the color from coming to her cheeks.
All the while, Sandbar’s heart was pumping. Seeing her rendered so enthralled by his motions… Part of him felt guilty for feeling this way. This was supposed to be innocent, he certainly didn’t mean to feel like he was doing this for some kind of self gratification. And yet here he was, Smolder’s moans tickling his system. The pony physically shivered at each of the dragon’s pleasured noises. After a bit of that, Sandbar had tended to her whole leg, him brushing at it before lifting either foreleg off of her.
“How was that?” Sandbar asked.
“Oh, have you done this before?” Smolder asked. The pony shook his head. “Wow~ Who knew my friends were such natural masseuses.”
“Yeah, who’d have guessed?” Sandbar remarked. “Now, I’ll be moving onto your abdomen, so hope you’re not ticklish.” He once again lathered his hooves with oil, before bringing them towards her belly. His slick hooves were upon her, and began rubbing the stuff into her, drenching her scales with the muscle-loosener. It felt weird having someone rub her like this, it was always upon her back before. She felt the tingle of a beginning tickle, and she had to fight to keep herself from spasming out. However, it wasn’t long until her abdomen was slick like a stone in a river.
After applying the oil, Sandbar took up both hooves, and hovered them above Smolder’s belly. And then, he made brushing motions with them, brushing across her abdomen while pressing down just enough to apply a wee bit of pressure. After a bit of that, he planted both hooves just above what would be her navel, before spreading them out towards her sides, pressing down on her as he moved. Smolder shuddered as his hooves seemed to glide upon her, them aided by the slick oil. Sandbar’s hooves slithered over the surface of her belly, slid down to her sides, and squeezed a little upon reaching her back, before retreating back to their starting point.
Once reaching there, he squeezed his hooves forwards, before squeezing down towards her waistline, then rubbing back up to the starting point before crossing said line. This time, his hooves traveled up to just beneath her chest, before going back towards the navel and wrapping around her back to rub. Smolder was now half-lidded, her tongue lulled out in sheer enthrallment, and she was now beginning to take handfuls of the bed behind her. She couldn’t cease the wriggling of her legs, especially now that it seemed like he wouldn’t be focusing on those anymore.
After a bit of that, Sandbar brought both hooves to one of her sides, and made brushing motions from that back, towards her other side. He repeated this motion several times, and blushed deeply as he witnessed how elated his patron was.
“Geez, you make it seem like this is your first time~” Sandbar spoke in a tone just above a whisper. Smolder was still panting and still clutching. She tried to lean her head up to look her masseuse in the eye, only for the pony to brush at the opposite side. Now, the dragon was forced to shut her eyes as more untouched muscles were rendered mush to his touch. Pleasure seemed to explode and threatened to eek out a scream from her belly. She really should’ve gotten this touched up earlier.
After a bit of that, he began brushing from that side down to below her navel area, before he placed both hooves on top of her, and squeezed at her abs. He seemed to crawl around her belly, squeezing at various parts, the loosened muscles ensuring that his assault was striking her deeply.
“Oh thank you~ Oh thank you~ Oh thank you~” Smolder muttered as he kept on squeezing.
“Heh~ No problem,” Sandbar said as he kept on rubbing. “I probably won’t be much longer. Is there any place in particular you’d like me to tend to?” As he spoke, he was up at her chest line, and rubbing right at the ridge.
“H-hm…” Smolder pondered. “Well… Nopony’s ever touched my face. I don’t think that’ll do anything, but today’s been full of surprises.” At that, Sandbar nodded in understanding. So, he moved around the bed to get behind her, sitting behind her head. Once there, he brought his hooves up, and rubbed them together, slathering the oil all over them. Then, he brought them down, patting either of her shoulders.
“Oh, I’ll get those facial muscles dealt with~” Sandbar said. While on her shoulders, Sandbar’s hooves slithered up the sides of her neck, and then around her cheeks. After that single motion, he rubbed from one shoulder to the other, before gliding up the back of her neck, then around to her chin. He stroked it, Smolder sighing happily while a blush once again returned to her cheeks.
“Mmm~ You got magic hooves~” Smolder cooed as the pony stroked from her chin to her cheeks. After a bit of that, he got to the upper part of her cheeks, and rubbed at them, nudging dangerously close to her snout. As he did, he could feel her slight embarrassment burning on her cheeks, which prompted Sandbar to blush moreso. He wasn’t sure who was more flustered: Smolder for feeling all of this pleasure, or himself for incurring these feelings.
He kept on rubbing, rounding up to her forehead, conjuring a sigh from the dragon. From her snout to her forehead. From her brow-ridge, to her temples, he repeated his motions.
“We’re gonna have to discuss an awful lot after I do this,” Sandbar admitted. “The rest of our friends have been discussing potentially scheduling more days to do stuff like this.”
“You know? That sounds prime,” Smolder said as Sandbar rubbed her cheeks again. Sandbar reached under her chin, and rubbed against it, the dragon sighing as he did.
“Oh, that’ll be great,” Sandbar said as he rubbed behind her earfins. And then, they went up to her scalp, and stroked and pressed into it. Smolder sighed happily and leaned into his hooves, wriggling her head a little bit. They settled near her sides, not quite on top, but not on the complete sides of her head either. Smolder sighed and shut her eyes as he kept on stroking.
“Oh thank you~ Thank… you…” She was getting limper… limper… Before long, she went totally limp. Lulled to rest by Sandbar’s techniques. She was asleep. Upon hearing her snore, Sandbar backed away, and exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He scooted towards the edge of the bed, and climbed down onto the floor.
“Didn’t know my own strength,” Sandbar noted to himself. “Well, I should get you out of here.” So, he picked her up, laying her over his back, before leaving his room.
…
Once outside, he was greeted by the rest of their friends, them looking at the two of them with mixed reactions.
“Ok, I think we’ve all been in this awkward position before, from when where we think something untoward’s transpired, only for it to realistically be nothing.”
“She’s resting on your back after you dragged her to your candle-lit room,” Gallus pointed out.
“Yona don’t remember being in anything like this,” Yona said.
“She’s just a little tuckered out from the massage,” Sandbar said. “She said she wants to talk about scheduling future massages. Though, she’ll probably be out for a few.” There was another pause among the six friends.
“So, uh, d-did you feel something?” Ocellus asked. “Y-you know, when she… you know…” At that, Sandbar blushed and nervously rubbed his mane.
“Y-you mean you felt that stuff too?” Sandbar asked. “I thought I was… Yeah, I felt weird about how happy she got. Not that it was weird how much she liked it, I just felt weird when she made her noises…”
“Y-yeah…” Gallus remarked. “It was k-kinda fun…” Once more there was a distinct pause among the crowd. A few drew their hooves to fill out the awkwardness of the silence.
“But we’re just doing this to help her out,” Sandbar said.
“Oh yeah.”
“Yona agree.”
“Yeah, no ulterior motive.”
“S-sure…”
After that, they paused again. For now, they’ll have to wait for her to wake, so that they may one day resume tending to her poor muscles.