>You stop leaning on the toilet and get up.
>You take a breath mint and splash a bit of water on your face.
>You just had to pick today to forget your hipflask of good whiskey.
>You’ll just have to make do.
>You hastily leave the bathroom and make your way to the massage room.
>Your first client is already waiting patiently for you, relaxing to some whale music that Aloe put on while she waited.
>She looks so peaceful with her eyes closed, so majestic...
>You close the door and the noise alerts her to your presence.
>Her eyes open, and she raises her head off the table.
>”HUZZAH! THE PLEASURE APE HAS ARRIVED!” She bellows.
>Ah. Aloe warned you about this. Luna feels compelled to use the Royal Canterlot Speech and Syntax whenever she talks.
>She has completely shattered the relaxing mood in the room.
>That makes it just that much tougher for you to do what you’re going to.
>You kneel before her.
“Good morning, your highness. If it would please you, I would ask that you call me not an ape, but by my more accurate taxonomy; Homo Sapiens, or Human.”
>When it came down to it, you could bullshit with the best of them.
>And you’ll need all your bullshit skills to make Luna feel like you’re not internally screaming for death while you pleasure her.
>”VERY WELL, HAND SERVANT. YOU MAY REJOICE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I HATH ENTERED THE PHASE OF ESTRUS.” She announces, with a shit eating grin on her face.
>Oh please, no...
>Not another one.
>You feel your bile rising again.
>But you need to do this. Luna is a high profile client, and will net you a metric shitton of bits.
>It blew your mind to find out that a shitton is actually a unit of weight here in Equestria.
>So you will literally be receiving a massive tub of gold coins upon the completion of this assignment.
>You focus on this as she motions for you to rise, preparing yourself for this task.
>As you stand, she stares at your hands, licking her lips.
>Her wings start to unfurl, rising to their full, glorious height.
>She wants to fuck.
“Very well, your highness. I assume you would like me to... relieve you of your tension.”
>”OF COURSE. WE EXPECTETH NAUGHT BUT THE BEST FROM OUR SUBJECTS IN THEIR EFFORTS TO KEEPETH THE ROYAL FLANK FIRM AND TENSION FREE.”
>Well, at least you have a goal.
>”AND WE EXPECTETH A HAPPY ENDING.”
>You almost throw up again.
>Only your pokerface skills keep you from wrecking this whole situation.
“Very good, ma’am. May I start with your flank?”
>”YES, FUCKTOY, YOU MAY.”
>Oh look at that. You got a nickname.
>You move behind her, and you see her feathers quiver with excitement.
>Her ethereal tail rises and falls as it sparkles with an infinite number of tiny points of light.
>That doesn’t even make sense. There’s nothing there!
>Anyway, you plant your hands on her crescent moon cutie marks.
>She moans in response.
>You’d better make this good, Anon. Don’t fuck this up.
>You start by tracing the outline of her moons.
>She hums and sighs at your motions.
>Her fur is so short and light, it’s divine.
>All that is to be expected of a goddess.
>You step it up by applying more pressure, still tracing her cutie marks.
>She responds by flipping her mane, still sighing and humming in approval.
>She hasn’t seen nothing yet.
>You switch it up a bit by alternating directions with each hand.
>One traces up while the other traces down.
>She definitely likes that. You can tell as she spreads her pinions.
>You continue up and down for a few strokes before deciding to really massage those flanks.
>Her rump is so soft and pliant.
>Most p0nies are, you’ve found. They are also so light, and smell of various different fruits.
>You really dig into those marshmallow cheeks, and it elicits a small moan from Luna.
>You move around the table, keeping up your massage as you prepare for your next motion.
>Keeping the same, slow pace, you move your hands up her back in unison.
>She sucks in air through her teeth. This is why your magic hands are so sought after.
>You dip your thumbs into the dip that follows her spine so they meet.
>With this seal between your hands, you rub back and forth, using your fingertips to rub out any knots and nodes you find.
>She seems to melt into your touch as she gets a blissful look on her face.
>You move up further, and reach her wings.
>Separating your hands again, you use your thumb and forefinger to knead around the base of them.
>She twitches at the sensation; you know this is a special spot for pegasi and it seems alicorns alike.
>You continue rubbing around there for a while, then start to move up her wings.
>You rub her wing bones, tracing them simultaneously to the tips.
>She starts to moan loudly.
>You reach the ends and gently rub the tips.
>”M-MORE!” She screams.
>You give her exactly what she asks, as you drag your right hand down through her feathers, rustling them all in the process.
>”AAAAAAAAAAAHN!” She thunders.
>You perform the same action on the other side, playing her like a harp.
>She moans in the Royal Canterlot Voice, making the furniture in the room vibrate violently each time.
>You play her again for a third time, and pause, causing her to turn her head to look.
>”Why did you st-“ She asks feebly.
>You cut her off by strumming both wings simultaneously, causing her to visibly seize up and convulse.
>Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she clenches her jaw tight as she silently climaxes.
>Her wings twitch and spasm, ruffling her feathers even more, and drool starts to escape her mouth as she loses control.
>You step back and admire your handiwork. That bushel of bits is in the bank.
>It takes a few seconds, but she eventually finishes her orgasm.
>This is the easy part.
>You give her a moment, then approach her again.
>Her closed eyelids drift dreamily open, aware of your approach but powerless to stop you.
>Even goddesses are brought to their knees by your touch.
>You take the tip of her left wing in your left hand, and she jolts at your caress.
>With your right hand, you painstakingly reset every feather you ruffled.
>She calms at your soothing care, and by the time you do the other wing, she’s almost drifted off to sleep.
>She breathes gently, a smile plastered on her face. But your work is not done yet.
>You move to her front, and drape your left arm over her neck.
>With your right hand you lift her head gently by the chin. This brings her out of her slumber.
>She looks up lazily at you, and closes her eyes.
>You know what this usually means. She’s going in for a kiss.
>Unfortunately this isn’t part of your contract, and you don’t want freaky anthro babies with the goddess of the night.
>You swiftly dodge her pursed lips, and lean into a deep hug.
>Initially she’s shocked that she missed, but then she sighs and brings her forelegs to complete the hug.
>You bring your arms up to her head, and use one hand to stroke her mane.
>With the other you scratch her ear, and her horn starts to glow.
>Just like Lyra, you continue until sparks start to emit from the tip.
>At that point you lick her horn from the base to the tip.
>It tastes like blackcurrant and sherbet.
>She moans loudly again and her horn looks like a sparkler.
>You keep hugging her until it starts to die down, then let her go gently.
>You have earned yourself a load of money.
>You turn to leave, when Luna speaks to you.
>”W-will I see you again?”
“If you need me, your highness, you know exactly where to look.”
>And with that you leave.
>You head straight to the employee changing room and grab a wire sponge.
>You take a scolding hot shower for 20 minutes and scrub yourself clean.
>It’s not enough.