Belly Rubs
Twilight moaned sensually as I worked my magic. Behind her, I grinned at the sight of the prim and proper alicorn princess throwing her head back and forth in response to my touch. Her hooves stamped and her wings twitched, her entire body trembling. Twilight was an instrument, and I played her with the skill of an artist.
“Yesss,” she groaned, “right there... that’s.... so good...”
“How about I go a little harder?” I asked, meticulously rubbing.
“Harder... harder sounds good...” she slurred, her body rocking gently from the force of my ministrations, “just a little...”
“Your wish is my command,” I said, admittedly a little smugly, as I increased the tempo. Twilight’s low moan graduated to a noise that was almost a whine, and I could see her eyes rolling upwards and into the back of her head.
Then the door to the Golden Oaks Library opened to admit one Rarity Unicorn, as usually so focused on the tip of her own nose that she didn’t even notice what was happening right in front of her for a good twenty seconds.
“Good morning Twilight! I just happened to be going through some swatches today and I found some cloth that I think would make lovely additions to your royal wardrobe, not to mention our friendly interdimensional traveler and I just had to... to... oh sweet merciful Celestia what is going on here!?”
“Rarity!?” Twilight barely managed to remember her friend’s name in the midst of her daze, “No, it’s not what it looks like!”
“‘It’s not what it looks like’?” I said incredulously as I stopped scratching Twilight’s back. “Great job Purplesmart, that’ll throw her off the trail.”
Twilight did whine a little now, hunching her shoulders and furling her wings as she glared at me over her shoulder. “I’m not trying to throw anypony off anything, I’m serious! This isn’t... whatever it looks like! And you know my name!”
“Nicknames are a sign of affection where I’m from,” I lied, enjoying the way her eye twitched when I said it. Meanwhile, Rarity rolled her eyes and plopped her saddlebags onto a convenient table before trotting over to us.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” said the light gray unicorn, “If this isn’t what it looks like, exactly what is it? Because what it looks like is he’s giving you a backrub.”
Twilight blinked, craning her neck around to glance at herself, fur mussed up about the flanks and shoulders, her feathers in minor disarray, mane somewhat frazzled. She looked up in my direction for inspiration, got nothing but a shrug in that area, and then turned back to Rarity. The pale unicorn raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“...okay yeah, he was giving me a backrub,” said Twilight, refusing to meet Rarity’s gaze.
“Really Twilight?” Rarity said with a flip of her mane, “come now, must you engage in something so... so base? You’re a princess, but you’re letting him grope and fondle you like some kind of animal?”
I was about to object, I do a lot of fondling but I have never been a groper, but Twilight beat me to it. The purple alicorn stomped her hoof in what she probably thought was an intimidating manner but actually just made her more adorable. Rarity looked confused.
“What, so you can get a massage every week but if one of my friends wants to scratch my back that’s a bad thing?” asked Twilight archly. “Besides, he gives the best backrubs Rarity you have no idea, it’s like getting brushed and massaged at the same time. He will turn your spine into butter.”
“Aloe and Lotus are professionals, and I pay them, and they are ponies,” said Rarity, “he is just petting you like a dog. ...and it can’t be that good.”
Twilight turned and grinned at me. “Wanna bet? Show her number five.”
Yes, she’s numbered my moves. Some of them. The ones I’ve shown her anyway. Ordinarily I don’t go in for this kind of thing, but Rarity can be kind of a bitch, so I was anxious to wipe the smirk off her face. So I slid a hand up behind each of Twi’s wings and dug my fingers in.
The effects were immediate. Twilight dropped her head and her legs went all wobbly and I could feel her muscles turning into jelly. Rarity’s eyes widened as the purple alicorn let out a series of inarticulate moans while my fingers dug into her muscles and worked out all the knots.
“That...” Rarity appeared mildly aghast, “that is very nearly indecent.”
“This... is.... the best... ever...!” moaned Twilight, her tongue lolling out. “A little... to the left please... just a little more... oh Celestia’s ass right there I can never reach that spot! Yeeessss...!”
Rarity’s expression graduated from mild disgust to something resembling alarm as I kneaded Twilight’s wing pits. The alicorn moaned out loud again, her tongue lolling out and her wings folding and unfolding themselves compulsively as I dugs my fingers into her flight muscles.
“Rarity,” she gasped, “Rarity, come closer...”
Rarity blinked and did so.
“Rarity,” moaned purplesmart, “you gotta try this.”
Twilight dragged herself out of my grip, yelping softly as my fingers stroked down her sides and over her cutie marks. Grinning hugely at me, she stumbled over to a cushion and settled down to do some preening. Rarity watched her go, and then turned to regard me with a skeptical eye. For my part, I simply smiled and waggled my fingers.
“Nnnnnnnnngggggalright you can try it,” she said after a long moment, turning around to present herself to me, her tail curled protectively underneath her body. “But be careful where you put those ‘hands’ of yours, sir. I am not a loose pony.”
I was inclined to agree with that, but I resisted the urge to suggest that I could probably have stuck a piece of coal in one of her orifices and gotten back a diamond. Leaning forward, I started with her shoulders, using my thumbs to gently dig in and locate any knots. I was not in any way surprised to note that Rarity was stiff as a board, and it took me quite a bit longer than usual to bring her out of it. Fortunately, no pony can withstand my fingers for long, and it was with deep satisfaction that I drew a deep groan out of the prissy pony by running the heels of my hands up and down the length of her spine.
“You like that?” asked Twilight a little smugly. Rarity made a gesture with one of her forehooves that I’d come to identify as the pony equivalent of flipping the bird. I chuckled and continued moving steadily backwards, graduating from rubbing Rarity’s back to working the thick muscles of her haunches. Rarity went still again for a moment, and then let out a series of low moans as I softened her up.
“Ohhhhh yeessss...” she hissed finally as I worked on her lower back. I blinked in surprise as her tail whipped up and caught me in the chin. Twilight laughed, giving me a cheeky smile as I glared at her.
“Yes!” groaned Rarity as I kept working, “Yes, right there, right- ah!”
With a high-pitched noise the unicorn actually fell over, legs twitching. I gave her a sidelong look while Twilight choked back hysterics.
“Yeesss...” moaned Rarity, “now rub my belly.”
This time Twilight really did choke.
“... excuse me?” I managed. Rarity rolled onto her back and pointed at her stomach.
“Well you didn’t have any problem putting your hands all over my haunches,” she said, almost but not quite whining the words, “what’s the problem with rubbing my belly?”
“It’s just... not a request I get very often,” I managed, kneeling down and putting my hands on the unicorn’s marshmellowy stomach. She let out a blissful sigh and let her head roll back.
“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, “just a little harder.”
I shrugged and did as I was told, dutifully rubbing the proffered pony stomach. Rarity began to wriggle around underneath my attentions. I began using my fingers to leave trails in the short fur and Rarity resumed moaning in ecstasy.
“Ohhhh yessss.... yes, harder, yes...!”
My eyes widened as Rarity shuddered and started drooling, one of her legs extending and shaking so hard it almost kicked me in the face.
“Uh, this is starting to make me uncomfortable...”
“Rub my belly violently, and call me a naughty pony!”
I wordlessly removed my hand from Rarity’s stomach. She responded with a disappointed moan, scrambling back onto her hooves..
“Wh... what’s the matter?” she asked, trying to give me puppy dog eyes. Fortunately she wasn’t as good at that as Fluttershy. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m not calling you a naughty pony.”
“... you... you mean I said that out loud?”
“Yes.”
Rarity slowly turned crimson. Twilight, watching with interest, jumped to her hooves and trotted over, rolling over onto the floor in front of me.
“Okay,” said the princess, “I gotta try this.”
“I am rapidly feeling less good about this situation...”
“Oh pshaw, just stay away from the nips this time and you’ll be fine.”
“Hey, I didn’t go near Squiggle tail’s crotch tits!”
“Excuse me!?”
Rarity and twilight started telekinetically throwing things around the room and I got the hell out of dodge. Maybe Applejack would like a massage...
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