//------------------------------// // 3 - The future of belly rubs // Story: Belly Rubs // by Damaged //------------------------------// Two hooves she had dealt with, but even Steph knew she was sunk now that she had three. Terra had been allowed to stay, particularly when not only did she help clean, but she taught Stephanie how to use her own horn. "I still feel bad about you losing your arm." The changeling squirmed, the hoof rubbing her belly was actually not bad, it wasn't quite time for it to be a need, but belly rubs were great even when you weren't aching for them. "What's done is done. I was the one rubbing your belly." Steph was in shorts and a loose shirt, it was getting toward the warmer months and trying to hide how pony-like she was had become impossible and impractical. She did like being able to shop for such small sizes, however. "Belly-" Paula was getting better with her wings and had pounced out and tried to dive for Stephanie's lap when a hand caught her snout. "No, calm down." Steph pulled the pegasus down though, getting the little ponies secure together in her lap before she returned to her task, her rubs working between them. "What are you even doing with your time now Paula?" "Stock market." The pegasus squirmed and snuggled against the equally cute black changeling. "It was a little hard using the computer with hooves, but my wings are good, and no one questions me online, they take my orders, pay back the dividends and…" "And what? Where are you getting the money to do this?" Steph held back the belly rubbing until the pegasus squirmed and began to talk again. "From my account at first, then as I made more, I invested that." Stephanie was bewildered, her hand reached down and gave that belly more attention as a reward. "How much do you have?" The little pony shrugged and leaned up to nom on her finger adorably. "Do I not want to know?" Steph felt her finger get worried from left to right. She sighed. "Okay, but if we ever need to pay anything, you have to fork over too, okay?" Her finger was lifted up and down and then the pegasus went to work sucking on it in a way that Stephanie couldn't help but tremble at. Why did the cursed have to be the cutest little things she'd ever saw? It was the full moon again, Stephanie was sprawled on the couch, Mike at her side. His fingers alternated between her belly and those of their two little guests. "You sure about this, Steph?" Stephanie looked down at her hand, then to her chest. "Well girls, it's been good." "I liked the girls…" Mike leaned over and kissed his girlfriend. "But I am sure we can work something out." "Are you sure?" Stephanie watched for the telltales that her boyfriend was lying. "I said I was. I love you for who you are, not what you are." Mike kissed her pony snout and found a foreleg and an arm wrapped around him in short order. "Damn you for being so nice. And immune. We would have made a cute couple." Tears rolled down Stephanie's cheeks. She had made the decision, better to be entirely something, than half of two things. "You two ready?" "For belly rubs? Always!" Paula squirmed as a hoof came down and started rubbing her belly. Terra blinked those big eyes up at her. "Are you sure?" Steph's hand lowered and before she could make any second or third guesses of her action, she began to rub that oddly soft belly. "I am." Her hand began to change as she watched it, her fingers slowly pulling together and reshaping. She was shrinking more, too and with all four limbs changed she felt the curse move to her body. Mike, sparing his hands for his Girlfriend, reached down and rubbed the shrinking girl's belly, getting happy giggles from her until, just like both the others, she was an adorable little pony. A pony stallion. "Different." Mike didn't stop though. "Oooh! Steph! STEPH!" Paula was bouncing up and down and pointing at Stephanie with a wing. "You got an outie!" "Belly Rubs incorporated, how can I help you?" Steph used his magic to press the telephone's buttons, directing the call to his headset. "I am sorry, the CEO is busy right now, you understand that it IS the full moon?" He was seated at his desk, reclined back on his plot and grinning like a fool. "Oh no, I am quite sure he can't spare a hand to answer the phone right now, you can leave a message if you like?" Stephan grinned up widely at Mike, his hand planted in the middle of the unicorn's belly, rubbing away. "Oh, really? Well I can assure you, just leave your name and number with our booking department and they will have someone out to rub your belly as soon as possible." His magic poked more buttons. "Did Paula call this week?" Mike got both hands in on that soft, exposed fur. "She did, she found two more immune, one of them willing to work, the other was part of some pony commune, apparently they worshiped her or something. To the left…" Mike grinned as Steph's back leg began to kick slowly.