Deserved Punishment

by ExTor

Applejack

Rarity stepped out of the shower of the comfortable, neatly furnitured massage lounge, and took in a gentle breath of ionizer, pine, and residual perfume. The latter was her own, still emitting just this little bit off the elegant clothing hung on the rack by the padded, soft pink entry door. All very homely - a home away from the upper floor of the boutique. The pearl white unicorn was the spa’s most frequent and loyal patron by far, ever since its opening several years ago. For that reason, and not only, she was allowed quite a few premium benefits, quite free of charge.

At the exact very moment, cooling off after a week of rather masterful commission work, Rarity was perusing the simple pleasure of having a deluxe lounge all to herself, alone with an expert masseuse for up to and including three hours. She could scarcely imagine anyone having anywhere near as much expertise at handling her graceful body than Aloe and Lotus. They knew her ins and outs better than she did, perhaps. The unicorn’s body ticked as all do, of course, but they knew how to really oil the gears, so to say.

Quickly and efficiently (i.e. within the span of twenty-five minutes) doing her hair back into the stylish locks it was normally shaped into, laying down on the padded table, undoing her silk bra to expose the important patches on the back, and arching that back to elicit a languid moan - these were all parts of a pleasant routine. So frequent was this that she could read down the text from the small paper that would be given out before each arrangement, right from memory. It definitely pleased her to know that the spa cared about propriety and rules, but the sheer amount of legal text and information did cause her to skip the details most times. She was trusted well enough to trust them back, and her requests were very plain and very simple.

Overall, Rarity was quite content with how things had turned out that week. While there were no life-threatening emergencies that she was made aware of, doing her job could be quite difficult at times.

Let no one say that a fashionista merely puts together bits of oddly colored cloth and calls it art. There is infinitely more to it - and that “more” can leave you a remarkably exhausted mare. Hence the call for this particular favor from the spa owners, of course. On lazier weeks… Well, she did have other favors to call in. Or she could simply visit it as is! Lots of opportunities. That made her smile to herself, with a sigh escaping her throat.

Some time surely did pass, but the anticipation of the pleasure was often just as important, she found. About five or six minutes, according to her inner clock. There was an option to open her eyes and lift her head to look at a positively precious sandal wood clock on the wall, but Rarity discarded such effort. A random irritation on the sole of one of her feet was just barely enough for her to move the other over and rub it away. As a note to self, she remarked that another pedicure should be in order soon. The last one may have been three days ago, but with such things, it was better early than stark on time.

Definitely not today, however. A teeny shudder passed down her spine, and left her heart pumping slightly faster, causing a little twitch of her legs. With so much stress yet to be worked out?

“Oh no no no no,” she murmured to herself. “Silly, silly idea.”

Besides, it would be uncouth to ask for more than one favor a day from the spa. Most times, their elegant unicorn patron would prefer to reserve a secured room for her pedicures. Now, granted, the one she was in right then shared the necessary trait - being soundproof - but, once again! Definitely not with so much stress in her system. Perhaps, a simpler one would be in order. Rarity just preferred the secured option.

While it did give her another smirk and another raise of the pump, she had to admit that seeing the spa’s pedicurists having to hold back did make her a little sad inside. They were quite nasty, the majority of them, truly. She was more than a little sure that they intentionally made the pedicures tickle much more than would be necessary. So silly! But for how generous they were for her, she was generous to them, and allowed that to continue, frequenting the more padded lounge. Certainly - and simply - an adequate price of admission.

Her taking these at least twice a week and only having had a regular one several months ago was merely a show of even farther extended generosity on her part. Precisely. Exactly.

“Well of course,” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes at a poignant thought. “Hmpf.”

“What are we mumbling there, hm?” a rough female voice spoke out just by her side, and caused the mare’s ears to flatten, jerking up her entire body. Confound those scents and the routine, she missed ponies entering the room! And yes, ponies - her hearing was quite sharp, and that was neither Aloe, nor Lotus.

That was…

“A lady has her secrets, Dash,” a similar, albeit deeper, partly accented voice replied to the first one. Rarity received a generous pat on her back, just when she was about to lift up and look at what precisely was going on. “Well, maybe not so many right now, heh-heh.” She felt strong, quick fingers play-walk over the patch of skin that the bra used to take up on her back.

“Would either of you two tell me what sort of business you have got in here?” Rarity spoke up impatiently, her normally deeper, proper tone slipping into squeakiness. “I am fairly certain that there is a sign that reads “Private” on the door to this lounge! Ohhh, the pair of you are two things now!” she articulated, perhaps to reinforce her confidence. Naturally, her body remained laying on the table - while this was a blush-inducing incident, she had little to fear. These two were pretty intricately known to her. “Miscreants… and certainly not being allowed back into this establishment - after I procured passes for you, no less! Bah - the favors I will have to call in noOOOOOOWWWWW!!! Eeeek!..”

Rarity’s change of tone came from an absolutely electric feeling in her body, which originated near her lower back, and was almost certainly delivered by a pokey fingernail to a weak point in the nerves. The jolt was incredibly stimulating and heartbeat-inducing after such a long, relaxed buildup, that she merely shuddered in place as more noises were produced.

“Applejack!.. Rainbow… D-dash!.. You will stop that!” she squeaked out in a tiny huff. Now that the shock had gone, the stimulating feeling had left her with a small grin on her face. An unbelievably deep part of her also pointed out that having the two tomboyish, athletic, attractive mares give her a bit of a tease was not exactly abhorrent. She would never have stuck around either of them for all the years had that not been the case. “I am sorry to break it to you, but I’m not blooming for either of you, not quite. Such a room is what you will gain access to if you visit the establishment regularly enough, and before you broke in, I had my body relaxed and prepared for a massage. Now look at me, I’m a shuddering mess. Hmf! Aloe - or Lotus, I suppose - will have to dig extra hard now.”

Transferring the intrusion of privacy into banter was not necessarily done out of desperation. Frankly, now that this had all been completely, utterly settled, she enjoyed the intrusion for what it was. It gladdened her to know that the two finally visited the place without her pull - even if they ended up getting lost. Moreover, her remark even made the two of them chuckle! Delightful. She had made her friends’ day better.

Though something seemed quite strange about their chuckling.

“Oh, they sure will, Rare, they sure will. Yep,” she heard Applejack say with a drawn-out, uncharacteristic tinge. Then - the sound of the lock on the door.

“She sure got a point, AJ. Shud-der-ing mmmesss,” she heard Rainbow Dash remark from a bit further away, just by the door, in fact. Her drawing out the syllables raised a few alarms in her head.

“What on ear—”

“Sorry to break it to you, dar-leen, but this private service mango-shmango ain’t exactly that difficult to, shall we say, procure. Nuh-huh it ain’t. And I see you either didn’t quite check the roll for today, or they didn’t give you one. Up to them, I guess. But you maybe shoulda. ‘Cause, you know… Unlike SOME ponies, when I wanna do something, I am up and honest about it.” Applejack spoke all that while walking around the bare-backed unicorn, who had already lifted her head up, but remained on the table. Out of nothing but sheer trust and residual comfort of having her friends around, that was.

Somehow, remarking that the orange earth pony’s red and white checkered shirt did most absolutely NOT match her non-cosmetically torn jeans and brown thick-soled shoes, and that the blue rainbow-maned pegasus really ought to wear longer shorts and shorter tops, as well as tie her converse sneakers properly… did not much save her train of thought from derailing into cold, heart-panging territory.

“T-chah, AJ, quit acting like you’re in some stupid drama. You got duped and you’re mad now, we get it,” Dash remarked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking squintily at the two of them.

“Oh, how did you even—”

“As I was saying,” Applejack glared at the pegasus with a slight eyebrow wag, “I’m up and honest about it. Now, well, you’re all here and in one piece. So, tell me, Rare… You got kinks worked outta you recently, huh?”

Rarity’s heart sunk, and that was her laying horizontally.

---

“Hey, thanks again for this, Rare. It’s been far too long since I’ve gotten the kinks worked outta me, heh.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean, dear.”

“And you even got a room at the spa for us! I guess you spend so much time here they just gave you your own set of keys, huh?” Applejack chuckled.

“Hm, yes, laugh all you like! But Aloe and Lotus know me far too well. I asked for a private room for an hour, and as this is a weekday, they were more than happy to oblige. Now... I’ll just be waiting out here getting ready, have your warm shower, it makes this all… particularly effective.”

Applejack nodded and smiled, hanging her hat on a hook and kicking off her work boots on the way to shower room. Rarity did the same with her coat and heels, sitting down and opening up a magazine after prepping the massage table.

Luckily for Rarity, Applejack’s showers were… efficient. No longer than they had to be. When the pony left the shower room, still slightly steamy and dripping wet, Rarity was quick to note how fetching she looked like that. Long, wet hair running straight down her back, wearing nothing but a towel that held in her more than respectable cleavage, and a generally pleasant view of her strong shoulders, arms, ankles and feet.

Rarity forced her reactionary smile into something more friendly and less lewd, motioning to the empty massage table. Applejack, having very few self-esteem related qualms, discarded the towel, revealing her full naked self for but a few brief moments before laying down flat, face peeking out the face slot, as her height about matched up, not causing her to rest on the pillow beyond.

It didn’t take Rarity very long to dig in, drying AJ’s back a little more before kneading with surprisingly effective strength.

“Ooof... Gosh, Rarity, you really know how to… ahh... get into a girl’s skin…” Applejack huffed in delight, admiring the deftness of her friend’s hands.

“Aww, thanks, sweetie. I’m not quite a masseuse but… your body really is quite knotted, I’ll have you know, so this is bound to feel amazing if I say so myself. Although it certainly is proof you don’t come here much…”

“Hey now, I’m not offered free massages all that often. Taking it this time is just good and practical, I find.”

Rarity hummed to herself as she got lost in her work, as well as getting lost in the gentle moans of relief that filled the room. Eventually, Applejack was dry enough allow for lotion as well. Now the unicorn mare’s adept hands were sliding from place to place, becoming quite intimate with how fit Applejack was, every inch of her supple flesh taut, but satisfyingly full. Knowing this was a professional enough setting, Rarity’s hands eventually glided over to AJ’s thighs, the strongest part yet. Squeezing there caused AJ to buck a little, before melting like putty in her fingers, the groans reaching an ever higher pitch.

Becoming braver still, she paid her buttocks a number of brief visits, giving them a good caress, but not tallying there too long, until a request from AJ sent her back, obviously how good it felt surpassed any weirdness. Soon, Applejack’s muscles felt considerably looser, but Rarity kept rubbing a bit anyway, never growing tired of hearing her friend and possible muse make such wonderful sounds under her touch. Though, Rarity still had a few things in mind.

“Ahhhh… Rare… I really can’t thank ya enough for thiiiiiiissssss aaaahh~” AJ was cut off as Rarity’s manicured nails traveled down her back, very well facilitated by the lotion, pressing lightly into the warm, now particularly receptive flesh. “Oh sweet— please, do that again…”

Rarity was more than happy to, this time her nails traveled further, all the way down her back, over her buttocks, and down to her ankles. “Ohhh… somehow… I doubt that’s common practice, Rarity… but I really don’t mind, heheh…”

“Ohhh, no, dear. This is just an added extra of mine, I call it… ahhh… nerve revitalization. Feels wonderful doesn’t it?” Applejack mumbled in agreeance as the nails started raking down her back again, too blissed out to respond properly. Little did she know, however - she had just signed the warrant of her doom.

Rarity’s fingers started getting a bit trickier, wiggling a bit as they scratched away at Applejack’s now neediest areas. All in all, a minute or two of such light teasing only earned her a handful of little titters. It was due time to kick it up a notch. She removed her stockings, not wanting them to get any lotion smudged around, before sitting herself up on Applejack’s lower back, getting into a more advantageous position. By this point, AJ thought she knew better than to question Rarity’s methods, it all felt so wonderful, even the occasional tickle did.

However, now that she was sat ontop of her, Rarity was being even naughtier. The scratching was gradually becoming more and more tickly, her hands touching places they would not before. Having mapped out all the spots that gave the most vocal reception, Rarity systematically began to tease each and every one of them, and beyond. The nooks of her neck, the sides of her gorgeous, heavy hips, a sneaky finger under her arm that left as soon as it came, a rather touchy spot behind the knee got a few rakes. Rarity even repositioned herself a little, laying her bare foot flat on AJ’s lower back, letting her pedicured toenails scratch widly as she could make them.

Applejack was now chortling softly, a combination of factors contributing to her general lack of response. Rarity’s weight ontop of her wasn’t too considerable, but combined with her relaxed state, loosened muscles, and the fact it still somehow felt heavenly (as well as equally hellish) stopped her from getting up from the table and ending Rarity’s little tickle fiesta.

However, a lightbulb went off in Rarity’s head. She had somehow managed to forget somewhere - somewhere she adores, no less! Looking down to the end of the table, she spied Applejack’s slightly sweaty feet, toes wiggling lightly as the nails still swept over her torso.

Rubbing her hands together, Rarity laid flat ontop of AJ, face not far from the objects of her affection. Slightly wrinkled due to the position in which Applejack was laying, the rather large pair of feet were in dire need of tender loving care as well. Wetting her hands with some of the excess lotion from the earth pony’s back, Rarity deftly supported AJ’s left ankle and top of her foot in her hand, before squeezing it, caressing it, and basically doing everything she did to the rest of her body.

Applejack’s strong toes were pampered between Rarity’s thumb and her other sweeping fingers, before they slotted between each toe, entire hand tightening on the entirety of the foot in a comforting embrace that melted all its tough work away. By this point, AJ was moaning again, and almost drooling too, her feet being the most overworked area of all. Rarity’s hands felt the slight callous from all those hard days in those work boots. Despite the feet were quite tough, in Rarity’s oily hands, they melted until they could barely function, save for a twitch of the toes or two.

The same process was repeated with the other foot, Applejack having long been transported to state of blissful serenity. Soon enough, both feet were blushing and trembling, Rarity infinitely pleased with her fine work. It was finally time for endgame. Holding both feet down at their ankles, her free right hand scraped at the shockingly tender feet, nails exploring every inch of flesh, every wrinkle.

Lucky for her, AJ’s wet back couldn’t feel the slight damp spot in Rarity’s underwear, as Rarity continued to abuse the overstimulated, warm soles, her humming having risen a few decibels. The orange mare’s own hapless giggling only overcame that volume after about three minutes of such a ruthless ordeal.

However, the increased magnitude of the tickling was becoming too much for Applejack’s body to stay powerless. Weak as she may currently be, she still struggled under Rarity’s vicious nails, which were how assaulting the stems of her toes, her skin crinkling in sympathy for the nerves that lay beneath them.

“Pleeeheeeheeease… heh-heeeh… R-r-rhehehe… Raaareee... c-c’mon nowhowhow…” she whimpered, a few hot tears dropping to the floor beneath her.

Eventually, the nails scratched somewhere really best left avoided - the spot between the earth pony’s big toe and the one next to it. One final loud laugh signified the coming of a powerful arching in AJ’s back, which came in full force, knocking Rarity clean off onto the floor with a surprised yelp.

“Heheh… uhmm… sorry about that… Rarity, but y’know… what the hay was that last part?!”

---

“...ooohhhhh…” the white unicorn let out a long, moany sigh of realization.

“Aaaaaaahhhh,” Rainbow Dash mocked her in return.

Sweet sweet heavens, the sheer level of heat she felt in her body. All sorts of it. Embarrassment, indignancy, scowlage at the spa owners - those most presently figured into it. How… preposterous! What a travesty. How was such a thing even remotely acceptable?

“So lessee here…” she heard the orange pony speak up just by her, and felt the warmth of a face just near hers. They did not quite meet eye to eye. Rarity had sunk her own muzzle into the head slot, so as to save showing off the immense blush. “How about I be gentle, hmm?”

How, how, how-how-how-how-how was such a thing acceptable?!

How, ho—

“...hoohooohoohhhh— KHHH! Khkhhhohohhhhnnnooo!...” the unfortunate mare spilled right open, just barely closing her mouth shut and turning her head left and right indignantly. There was not much ceremony to it - they gave her enough credit to figure out what was going on. What exactly was going on was AJ’s firm fingers, up her sides and just up to the armpits. A single pokey run, but enough to give the unicorn quite a shock. She could all but feel the grin of the far stronger earth pony as her lungs managed excessive air input and output.

The tint of red her blush had turned was quite remarkable - thankfully, nobody could see it. The two ponies in the room with her were… preoccupied. Her naturally heightened senses, pushed even further by such stimulation, told her that they had paced around her a little more, and their warmth switched places. Some more low chuckling was heard, but nothing overly important was addressed at her.

That was good, because if they pointed out to her that, so far, all she did was lie down, punch the table, throw her head around, and protest, she would have absolutely no excuses or explanations. None, zero, nil, nada, null. What was she doing? Oh, she sure knew what she wasn’t doing - causing mayhem with magic, throwing hard and sharp objects around, attempting teleportation, spitting sparks out the horn, screaming at physically painful volumes, or at least throwing out threats.

Since then was that how it worked? She held such a stark conviction that—

“Nnneeeeeeeeeeeeheheheeeeh! This, thhihihis doesn’t ha— hck! —have to be this waaay!..” Rarity hiccupedly giggled out, letting out a loud “oof!” when a rather weightful piece of pony plopped right on top of her. The motion that got her to make such a sound was then repeated, more statically - dastardly light wiggles at the sides, intercepted with deep, alarmingly precise drills at her hips. Oh, holy, dear, and graceful, WHY were certain sections of her growing so warm under the naughty, weighty pressure? Well, sure, she was quite warm, Applejack was, but that did not—

“Hey, gotta work out them kinks. Sure got a lot of them, you have,” the earth pony on top of her replied in such a tone that it was impossible not to see the grin on her face as she said it. The hoarse, low, somewhat patronizing tone… Ohhh, what was UP with her?

“Naaaw! Nnnaw! Nnnuhahah, mmmhehehehe… W-why, I— eee!” Rarity intersperced her protests with light punches against the soft padding, and wished there was no face slot after all - she would love to have something soft to bury herself in, escape the embarrassment. It had become a touch different now - one set of fingers menacingly, but almost fleetingly, wiggled at her left side, pinching every now and then, whereas the other would strongly tread across her back. That set, in particular, teased her inner being further yet, since what the not-so-simple farmpony was doing could well be compared to Rarity’s own massages. Unless AJ lead a second life that much more in common with Rarity’s, she may very well have been a natural.

No, no, that train of work provided no salvation from the teasing either. With a high, yet languid, squeal, the unicorn gripped her head. In hindsight… she may as well not have done her mane after the shower.

“Darn, girl, you’re tense! You think I gotta work it harder, Rainbow?” Applejack spoke up with a playful croak in her voice. Loud enough to overshadow the unicorn’s helpless chuckling, light thrashing, and noise-making - the elegant mare continued to respond to the inconsistent touches to her tender coat, but was yet to take the response to where it justified the soundproof quality of the room.

Almost loud enough to cover up the azure pegasus’ annoyed “pfff”, however.

“Phhhffhfffhhheeennnnnnooouuuugh! Yooohohooou’re go— hick! — goinnnhhhhmmfmfmfmfmf — gonna crush meee!” the unfortunate mare tried to cry out, but was simply met with a “Nah, I won’t” for a reply.

“You know what I think? I think I’m wrong. YOU’re the drama queen, AJ,” Dash said with a mock distantness to her voice. Despite Rarity’s body raising in heat, evermore so now that Applejack’s treading hand began to explore the parts by her shoulderblades, where the bra belonged, it was palpable that the second pony had neared in on them. “I mean come on. You’ve been coochie-cooing her for what, like, ten minutes now?”

Sweet goodness, THAT long?

“And you’ve been grumpy in the corner, yep.” Rarity felt the weight on top of her shift, causing her legs to raise up at the knees. Apparently, that was the earth pony nodding enthusiastically. “You wanna keep watching? I can tell you like what you’re seeing, and, hey, I’m fine teaching our friend here some life lessons...” At that moment, the orange mare’s fingers dug deep into her hips, one of the hands then almost immediately sneaking into an armpit which Rarity foolishly left open. It necessitated a much louder continuation for Applejack’s voice to overpower her helpless squealing, amplified to the thrashing she performed, all in denial. “...all on my own.”

“Nnnuuuuuu!!! Nnn— NNNNNNEEHEHEPpphhfhffmmmmmmmmmmrrrrgh!” the tenderized mare was brought into full-out fist-punching defiance as the strong, slightly scrubby fingers dug into the ribs, waltzing through the nerves by the bones. Time was hard enough to get a grip on, the only indicator of anything happening being her friends’ conversation, but even that did not seem as reliably any longer.

“Yeah, well, blah-blah-blah to you too.” While thrashing and borderline kicking her feet, to absolutely no effect, the white mare felt Dash’s presence switch to right in front of her. The next moment, a fortunately gentle enough hand knocked on her forehead, as if asking to come in. Eyes very wide, Rarity lifted her head, showcasing the stress sweat and blush to the pegasus. That meant that the first she had seen of either of her misaimed friends’ faces was a massive, massive, arguably the widest possible grin splashed across Rainbow’s snout. “Remember me? Sure aren’t fretting about me right now, hah?”

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” was her reply, as she made the most suffering, tearful, miserable face possible in her condition. Which was, as of AJ’s having found her armpits, laughing throatily for as long as her oxygen reserves allowed her to. Effort clearly was put into making that face.

“Yeee, you can trrruuusssst me, Rarity. Sure can trust YOU, right?”

Comments

[ExTor]

7996543 Says someone with a crackship EQG avatar, lol.

FimFic is a shithole though, and I'm glad to make it look even more pathetic than it already is. Most of the reason I bother to post these on here and go through the trouble of coming up with chapter breaks and new descriptions. It should stop pretending it's better than Deviantart or Furaffinity.

[optimusprime142]

I... actually didn't mind this! This is a good story so far!

[daba zaba]

This was good

[Merula]

7996564
Pathetic? Really Extor?

Name me one other site other than Fanfiction.com, dA, Equestria Daily, and FA that has pone stories. Scratch that, name me one stie that has QUALITY FimFic stories. Thats right, FimFiction has the classics and the epics that have in some cases defined the fandom. Austraeoh, The Immortal Game, Past Sins, My Little Dashie.... I could go on for hours if I wanted to.

I wouldn't call this site pathetic. Not in the least