//------------------------------// // Build Me Up Buttercup // Story: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash // by Ron Jeremy Pony //------------------------------// GTA: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash Chapter 9: Build me Up Buttercup (Ms Wong’s Day Spa and Nail Palace – a week later) “Simone, thanks for inviting us to the Spa,” Tracy said as both she and Dash walked into the building. “Darlings it was the least I could do. I mean first you help keep me from making that huge mistake of trying to walk home in the rain, and then you saved me once more from that despicable wretch of a boyfriend. I don’t know what I was thinking when it came to trying to date that uncouth Donald Love. He was more obsessed about how he looked and what he wanted than even considering worrying about me,” she said. “It was funny to watch his face wasn’t it?” Dash asked. “Funny isn’t the word darling. Priceless is the word. Getting that information on him plastered all over the internet and on the Ultratron on Star Junction was a stroke of genius!” Simone said. Dash grinned and rubbed the back of her head. “I’m just glad that Tracy knew how to get into the control system for that thing,” Dash said. “Oh, that’s easy. I mean we high-jacked the Basketball stadium’s instant replay megascreens in my third semester of college. A guy that I was dating showed me how to get around some of the lesser controls. He said that once you do that most of the time they don’t think of putting any higher security up,” she replied. “Still, it was perfect. He’s gone, left the city in shame, and with him all of his crass comments and disregarding of my fashions, so let’s celebrate with being pampered,” Simone said. A few moments later three young women walked out to them and bowed slightly. “Ms Simone, it is a pleasure to see you again,” one of them said. “Why thank you Ono. My friends and I would like my regular,” she said. “Oh, okay, three premium packages today, we can do that for you Ms. Simone,” Ono said as she nodded to the other two. The three friends followed the employees back to a large room where several massage tables where lined up. Dash looked at Simone who wasted no time in getting undressed and lying down face first on the table. Deciding to follow suit she did the same. The air in here was a little warm, but it felt good on her exposed skin. She began feeling the first hints of what had to be a deep muscle massage. “Miss Simone says you all three get premium package,” the woman giving her a massage said. “Uh huh,” Dash said feeling herself relaxing. Sure, the massage felt a little rough at first, but now her body was accepting the hands of the masseuse as she worked on her. She looked over to Tracy who seemed to be doing about the same. Her brunette headed friend let out a relaxed moan once her masseuse began working on her back. She felt the hands moving up her back and then to her neck. She felt her head being turned, but she remained relaxed. After a moment there was a loud crack and she felt so much pressure that she had just release itself. “Okay, we go into the waxing room now,” Ono said to the other two employees. Dash felt the masseuse step back and she slowly got up. It felt nice. She felt a lot more limber than before. She would really have to thank Simone for this. She walked into the next room and found Simone laying down, her legs slightly spread, and walked over to a table beside her to do the same. “Ummm,” Simone grunted slightly as Ono pulled a strip of wax off of her bikini line. Dash watched and it didn’t look too painful. The masseuse who had worked on her stood there for a moment before looking up at her. “First time?” she asked. “Yeah, but it doesn’t look too bad,” Dash replied. “Yes, Miss Simone does this every week. Take deep breath now,” the masseuse said as she spread some warm wax on her bikini line. “Oh, give her a full Brazilian, after all it is my way of saying thank you,” Simone said. “Okay,” the masseuse said as she spread a little more wax on Dash. Dash wasn’t sure what to expect, but feeling fire, as if her crotch had been dipped into the very fiery lakes of Hell itself, wasn’t it. Her held breath came out in a sudden blast, and before she could say a word she felt more wax being applied. Her lips quivered as she felt the cloth being pressed against it. “Wai…” she didn’t get to finish. The masseuse pulled the cloth up removing more of her bush. She had liked calling it that. It actually resembled that once, but now… now she wondered if it resembled a nuclear holocaust. She wondered that because that’s what it felt like. Another dab of wax and she closed her eyes. Her one bit of relief was hearing Tracy breathing like she was. “Who does this to themselves?” Dash asked through gritted teeth. “Anyone who wants a clean playground,” Simone replied. Dash felt another dab of wax and quietly prayed for someone to have some mercy and knock her out. The cloth pressed against it and she gritted her teeth. There wasn’t any use asking for them to wait. A second later the piece of cloth came up and she nearly left the table. “Okay we done now,” the masseuse said. “Thank Celestia,” Dash muttered. “Next we have the sauna, and then the facials,” Ono said. They got up and followed Simone, although Dash seriously thought about turning around and taking off. She couldn’t be sure, but it seemed possible that Simone was a sadist. She wondered if that was it or not. Instead she went ahead and followed them into a large steam room. She took a seat and felt the hot air and steam wash over her. It was hot in here, but at least no one was trying to rip anything else out of her. She leaned back against the slick wood plank walls and breathed in deep. “This is what life is all about,” Simone said. “The massage, sure, this, okay, having them go to town on me ripping hair out… I could live without that,” Dash said. “Darling, it gets so much easier when you get used to it,” Simone replied, “Besides, I’m certain that your boyfriend will be glad to see a nice, clean, and beautiful playground.” “Thanks for this Simone,” Tracy said. “Oh both of you are welcomed. Like I said it’s the least I could do,” she said. Simone yawned and stretched. “I almost always feel like I could go to sleep in here. It’s just so peaceful,” she said. “Yeah, I don’t think that I could handle the hiss of the steam,” Dash replied. “Oh, it’s just white noise. Something to help you relax,” Simone said. Dash watched her friend and grinned. There was no doubt that her and Rarity would get along. Both of them talking about high fashion, and Simone would love to visit Rarity’s design room. Although Simone’s taste in men was another matter. She had basically busted up with Brucie and started dating Donald Love. Mr. Love had money, so it made sense, but the way he spoke when in public made Dash not like him. He loved to act as if he was really above everyone else, and he even acted that way toward Simone. Sure, Simone was a little snooty, but at least she didn’t treat everyone like they were lower class. She would talk to anyone that wanted to talk. She might leave a conversation, but she was polite about it. Mr. Donald Love would simply say they were boring him, turn, and leave. So helping her get rid of him wasn’t any trouble. She heard the door squeak open and a head popped in. “Miss Simone, it is time for facials,” Ono said. “Of course, thank you Ono,” Simone said as she sat up. The three of them walked out and were lead to a room with several posh looking red chairs. They took a seat in session and then each of the employees laid them back and began covering their faces in a green mud that smelled citrusy, almost like an orange, and then topped their eyes off with a slice of cucumber over each eyelid. Dash let a contented breath. This wasn’t so bad. She was able to relax, the feeling of hellfire that had covered her crotch was disappearing, and she was enjoying the nice smell of the mud on her. “This is nice,” Dash said. She heard the door chime go off and Ono excuse herself. A moment later she heard Ono saying something in a foreign language, but it sounded as if she arguing. Her voice started getting louder, and after a few minutes it sounded as if the voice was right outside of the room. “This is my place of business! I tell you before that I do not owe you protection money! This is Miss Ono Wong’s Day Spa and Nail Emporium!” she shouted. “And if you want it to stay that way you better pay us,” a voice said. “No, I no pay!” she shouted. “Fine,” the voice said. There was a loud slap and then the door opened. Dash could heard someone choking and uncovered her eye lids to see Ono being choked by a large oriental man. Another man with her turned toward her and her friends. “Look, either you pay us protection or we’re going to take it out on your girls and your customers,” the one looking at her said, “Yoshi, loosen up and let her talk.” “No hurt them… I… I pay,” Ono said. “Good, although I think that you should entertain us both since you took so long to decide to agree,” Yoshi said. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” the other one said. Dash cursed not having her clothes with her. She had a switch blade in her pocket, and she knew she was fast enough to get over to them before they could do anything. She felt the side of her chair and felt something. It was long, thin, curved slightly at the tip, and at the moment it was perfect. She stretched, letting her towel fall slightly. The thug watching them stared at her. She hoped he would take the bait and come closer. After a moment it seemed as if her hopes would be realized and she walked toward her. He moved, obviously thinking about what he would see, closer and when he was right next to her she lashed out with the small tool. It buried easily in his balls, and she heard him scream. He fell to the floor in pain and she ran toward Yoshi who stood completely dumbfounded. She didn’t need the tool for him. A little trick she learned back in Poneyville would work just fine. She jumped, catching his shoulder, and pulled as she jumped past him. The action caught him off guard and pulled him away from Ono and instead forced him to hit the door frame hard. He bounced off of it and stumbled back. She grabbed the closest thing to her, a fire extinguisher, and swung it hard. It connected with his head and knocked him back. He stumbled for a moment before a loud cry sounded out and he fell forward grabbing his manhood. Dash looked up to see Simone standing there grinning. “Mrs. Ilyena Faustin’s self-defense course. I wanted all of my employees and myself to be safe after all,” Simone said. “Thank you, thank you so much!” Ono said as she bowed slightly to Dash. “It’s okay, I’m just sorry those two were bothering you,” she said. “They come in here every day after my brother die. They want us to pay them protection money,” she said. “Have you thought about hiring security or something to deal with this?” Dash asked. “I thought, but I don’t want a bunch of… rough men here. You… you want to work security?” she asked. “I don’t know… Let me think about it,” Dash said.