>"Oh fuuuuuuuuu--Fantastic~..."
>Be Anon
>Today was supposed to a lazy, relaxing Saturday
>You were going to lay around all day, and when your horse-people guardians were both home you were going to watch a movie and eat too much pizza
>It was going to be nice, and you had been looking forward to it
>But, like most things, that particular plan didn't pan out
>"Hmmm~ Right there, Anon. Really squeeze it..."
>One of your guardians, a not-princess Celestia, had come into the living room with a simple request
>Her back had been hurting her something fierce, and she'd really appreciate it if you gave it a rub
>It didn't need to be long, she had stressed, and she didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and you could tell her no if you wanted
>But her back was REALLY aching
>She even offered you one of those caramel bars that you loved so much
>You, of course had agreed
>It was the least you could do
>Her and her sister had been nice enough to let you stay here and eat their food and all of that other shit
>But you weren't just going to give her a simple back rub
>Fuck no...
>As luck would have it, you had taken a coarse during one summer for a massage class
>You had needed a humanities course for school, and somehow that class fell into that category
>You had also wanted to have the ability to give your friend's back massages and immediately call them faggots when they got boners from it
>Because you were the type of cunt that would spend time and money for the possibility of a joke
>To your surprise, you had really taken to the class
>There was something almost therapeutic about turning a rock-hard back into a puddle of skin
>Sure, most of the people you had worked on were pimple riddled, fat weirdos, but it was still kind of fun
>Your instructor had said that she had never seen anyone pick it up so fast
>She had hinted that maybe looking into the life of a masseur
 
>You had honestly considered it, even checking to see if your college had a six month degree for it or something like that
>"Goddess~ Ohhhh yeah..."
>But now you weren't at your college
>You weren't rubbing weirdos backs, or being asked by some of the ugliest motherfuckers in the world for a "happy ending"
>Nope
>You were standing in Celestia's dining room, your sleeves rolled up, rubbing down a very large, very... filled out, very vocal woman
>Her massive frame was splayed out on the dining room table
>You had placed the biggest towel into the table for her to lay on, as well as a little pillow for her head
>Celestia, of course, was completely naked under the towel draped over her lower body
>She had been very nervous about being nude in front of you before you had started
>You had done your best to tell her that everything was alright
>You've seen some ugly, ugly motherfuckers
>Rubbing down a beautiful woman was going to make your day
>So you had thought...
>"Fucki--- son of a--"
>Celestia rubbed her face against her pillow before letting out a loud moan
>She pawed at the edge of the table as she rubbed her thighs together
>You dryly swallowed
>At first, everything had been going swimmingly
>But, as Celestia had gotten more and more into it, YOU were the one getting ha--
>Nervous!
>You were getting nervous!
>Flustered!
>Hard would be bad!
>It didn't help that every inch of the principal's body was wonderfully tanned, and not a single tanline in sight
>That and... other things...
>You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, giving your forearm a shake before getting back to work
>You had been able to jerry rig up some oil by heating up some vegetable oil, making your massage as frictionless as possible, but even so it was difficult
>Celestia had the back of a fucking linebacker
>Every muscle all the way to her tailbone was defined
>Not that you were very surprised...
>What with her carrying around two fucking bowling balls around everyday...
 
>Still, slowly but surely you had been working each muscle diligently
>There wasn't a bit of tension in her back
>In fact, other than the moaning, groaning, and barely held back swearing, Celestia seemed like she was about to fall asleep...
>Your eyes wandered from her back to her side
>The principal's breasts were bulging from her sides, forcing her arms apart
>Just like the rest of her body, they were tanned
>No cellulite or weird shape or nothing...
>As you made your way up her back, you thought about good, wholesome things
>Puppies, churches, laughing babies and grandma's coo--
>"Fuuuuuck!" Celestia moaned, no longer able to contain herself
>...
>A bead of sweat fell from the tip of your nose and onto her back
>You grimaced as the large woman wiggled on top of the table
>Jesus Christ was a candy bar not worth this shit...
>You placed both hands under her left shoulder blade
>You applied gentle pressure
>There was a pop, then another
>"Oh god~!"
>Celestia's body jerked
>You heard her legs slam against the table with a loud thud
>A blush exploded across her face as she shut her eyes tightly, muttering strained curses to herself
>The table creaked as she desperately gripped at it, her body jerking and twitching
>Awkwardly clearing your throat, you pulled your hands away as she wiggled, trying to ignore the new smell that was beginning to fill the room
>Something might of burst on your body, a vein or an artery or something like that, but you ignored that as well, tugging at your collar with a oily hand
>"Celestia? Anon? Are you two here?"
>You turned your head just in time as Luna poked her head into the room
>Celestia, letting out a groan, let limp on the table
>She was breathing hard, a thin coat of sweat covering her body and her towel hanging half off of her
>"That was... that was great..." she murmured, sounding half asleep
>Luna blinked, looking at her sister, than at your sweaty, blushing self
 
>"Oh... Are you giving massages, Anon?" she asked, sounding hopeful
>She stepped into the room, tugging at the bottom of her shirt
>"If you're finished with my sister, might you give me one as well? My back's been bothering me lately, so much so that I've been thinking about making an appointment somewhere..."
>To empathize her point, Luna bounced on her heels
>This sent her boobs, which, while smaller than her sister's, were very, very large even so, bouncing
>You licked your lips, mouth feeling very dry
>That better be a good ass candy bar...