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Grooming

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Wafertwo

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“Oof…"

Samantha sighed as she entered the house she shared with Uriah, her partner, though the quadrupedal unicorn had needed a few modifications made to it, so she could get about more comfortably. It was not that she couldn't get up the stairs or anything like that, though the unicorn would have chosen a single-floor home if it had just been for her. Even in the suburbs, however, space was at a premium and there was not much to be done there.

Uriah picked up his head from where he had been reading on the sofa, watching the purple unicorn pass him with a smile, but there was something about the set of her body and the way her horn tipped down that made his forehead knot ever so slightly.

“Hey, hon," he greeted her, rising to take her face in his hands and kissing her nose. “How are you? It seems like you're back later than usual."

Samantha grunted softly, though her lips twitched in the ghost of a smile.

“Yeah, it was a long day," she admitted. “But I'm glad to be back here with you. Salvage… Ugh. It just seemed to be all labour today, nothing was working."

“Aw, I'm sorry," he commiserated with her, running his fingers down her neck and through her pink, cotton-candy hued mane, trying to soothe her, just a little. “It sounds like it really wore on you."

“Mhm."

She kissed him back, surprising him by catching his lips, though backed off with a flick of her tail.

“It's okay, just going to have a shower. Maybe it'll wash off some of this crud."

Yet he couldn't help worrying about her as his partner headed up the stairs, her hooves weary with every step. Uriah chewed on his tongue, the stiffness of her gait catching his attention.

Well, Uriah thought. At least that's something I can help with.

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All Kuda, after all, had personal grooming kits, and unicorns could levitate their grooming tools to better reach spots on their backs and hindquarters in particular. She didn't need his help to groom, but Uriah was always ready to assist wherever possible.

He laid everything out he thought he would need, from the curry comb to the softer dandy brush with the mixed stiffness bristles that she liked – and the mane comb too. Even the spray for her mane and tail, to ensure they stayed soft and knot-free, along with the moisturiser that would soak through her short fur coat to her skin beneath: Uriah was ready to give her the full works.

Samantha sighed as she emerged from the shower, her steps a little lighter than before. Even though the shower had relaxed her, well…it would not sweep away the likes of a bad day just like that. She, however, knew no bad day was set to last forever, of course, and was ready to lie down and at least let the rest of the evening pass, so she didn't have to take it all to heart.

“Huh? What's all this?"

The mare paused as she entered the bedroom again, her fur still wet from the shower – but Uriah was right there before her with a big, fluffy towel in his hands, warmth emanating from it. Her horn glowed faintly, her eyes widening, but Uriah merely opened up the towel more widely for her as she took in his state of undress.

“Why are you just in your boxers?" She asked, even if it was an obvious question. “It's… Wow, Uriah…"

She smiled faintly, lips twitching, even though she was exhausted still. The grooming equipment was laid out on the bed, neatly, and she could not fail to realise what he had in mind for her, even he inclined his head gracefully. It was only a subtle gesture, but one that still had her straightening slightly, standing up ever so slightly taller.

It was not as if he wouldn't get something out of it too, playing the part of the personal aide to a noble mare. Though Samantha was a working-class mare, of course, the Kuda had dabbled in high society too: and that manner of treatment, being adored, was swiftly becoming a part of her love language.

“Just to show you how much I care," he murmured, his tone low and hushed, a few candles lit in the bedroom to release the scent of lavender and soft camomile. “Let me take care of you, Samantha, you should have to bear the burden of this day alone. It's no longer for you to carry."

She shivered and nodded, smiling as she let him wrap her up in the fluffy towel. It must have been new, for it was incredibly soft and he tucked it around her midsection so it wouldn't simply fall off her body: snug but not too tight.

“I always know you care, honey," she breathed, but there were still twinges in her sore body as she stood beside the bed. “You don't have to do all this."

He smiled, brushing his fingers tenderly through her mane, shifting the pink strands where they lay on her neck.

“Hm… But it wouldn't be like this, with you, if I was being made to do it, would it?"

She laughed and shook her head, that little bubble of mirth helping unknot a bead of tension in her chest. Oh, it was good to chuckle.

“You always say that, but…I'm not about to say no to any of this."

Uriah smiled and took the rubber curry comb and softer dandy brush, the bristles just hard enough to work out the matted parts of her damp coat of fur.

“Mmm…"

She hummed faintly as he worked over her neck first with the rubber curry comb, lifting her mane out of the way as the slow, rhythmic strokes worked in circles. They were intended to shift deep-set dirt from her coat, which she appreciated, and the mare could not help but angle her neck and watch him from the corner of her eye, pushing discreetly into the brush.

Uriah worked on, slipping easily into the role, though he knew her eyes were on him and played up to that too as he moved over her shoulder on the left side, where it came down to the upper point of her forelegs. There was a lot of muscle there and the curry comb stimulated that too, bringing some of the soreness out, though his fingers, giving a hands-on treatment, would do best at that part. Still, the soft sound of the brush working over her body was like a kind of mediation in itself as he sank into it, moment by moment.

The brush rasped as he worked over her withers and down over her ribcage, the larger surface area giving him more space to work as she let out a soft moan.

“Oh…"

It was breathy, but it was there as he paused to rub an itch from his cheek: probably a stray hair tickling him. That could happen sometimes, after all, when he was grooming her, working down over her hindquarters too. That could have been a more intimate zone, but he knew the muscles there grew sorer than most as he put more pressure into the strokes of the curry comb, working into the muscle rather than the coat.

“Mmph…"

She grunted a little as he put more pressure on her, rolling her hips back into the rubber brush as he worked deep, her tail flicking back and forth. Tension unwound through it as Samantha sighed and let herself lean into the brush, working out the kinks there, though only on a superficial level. Uriah could give a much better massage in other ways.

Though he seemed to position himself very strangely, bending over towards her hind end with his side pressed up to her, his back on show, the muscle defined lightly even in his slim frame. The mare watched as he worked down the backs of her legs and hamstrings and started working his way back up the other side, spending more time on any spots where she grunted or groaned, soreness rising to the surface. Her neck on the right side was one of the most painful spots, she must have hurt it during her work that day, and she pulled away from him slightly.

“Mmph, ah… No, that one's really sore, Uriah."

“Did you spend too long sitting today?" He queried, taking the dandy brush instead with the mixed bristles and stroking over that side instead, stimulating blood to the muscles that needed it the most. “Or were you labouring, out in the field?"

“Mm, yes, more labouring," she sighed. “It's just so physically demanding. I don't want to do this forever, but it's good for the moment, I can manage."

“Just know I'll support you in all you do, whatever you choose," he said gently. “You don't have to spend time there if you don't want to, we'll find a way. We only get one life here, after all."

Samantha smiled and leaned into his hand as his fingers briefly cupped her cheek, though they didn't need to say anything more than that, not in that moment. She had to keep going with her work for the time being, for she never would have put the full burden of paying their way on Uriah, but she had other options lining up. They would come through, sooner or later, and she was more than happy to watch them play out, so she could choose the best option for her.

As he moved on to sweep the bristled brush over her coat, she murmured under her breath, swinging her hind end towards him. Her tail flicked without the mare thinking about it and Samantha must have exposed a flash of her pussy, for his eyes dropped to her back end. The mare stilled, a flicker of mischievous desire rising, her nostrils flaring.

Two could play at funny little games, after all, and she did so enjoy making him squirm… But would Uriah be able to hold out as he took care of her, she wondered?

Only trying would uncover that as she relaxed a little more under his brushing, though it still felt like it took a great effort simply to remain standing on all four of her hooves. To have so much intimate attention lavished upon her, however, had the pony mare feeling like a queen, her chin lifting ever so slightly as she eyed her partner speculatively.

“Mmm, get all the hairs smoothed out under my tail…"

She did not openly call him a servant, imagining herself a noble – albeit a somewhat frustrated one – as her tail swished back and forth. His eyes followed the path of it briefly, but he kept it clean still, running the comb through her tail repeatedly until it fell in a shimmering, pink fall. The softer brushes worked over her coat to brush off the loosened hairs, ensuring not a single one remained, though she pressed in close to him, not allowing a sliver more distance between them than was strictly necessary.

When her hindquarters accidentally (well, it was a happy accident) rubbed back up against his crotch and he sucked in a sharp breath, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. At least, Samantha could be sure he was on the same page as her, even if her partner wanted to pamper her.

He focused, moving up to her mane and ensuring any small knots and tangles in the air were worked out, the rasp of the comb moving through her mane so hypnotic that Samantha almost caught herself swaying. Her lips parted and nostrils fluttered, shifting her weight once again, though the light tugging on the skin and fascia of her neck was soothing too. It sent soft tingles into the rest of her body, everything connected.

“There…" He said at last, letting her see herself in the mirror at the side of the room, for she only had to move a little to get the full image of herself. “You're as beautiful as always, Samantha."

“Hm…" She murmured lightly, turning her head back and forth as she admired her reflection, how her fur seemed to glow, though it was the fall of her “I think the warm cloth will do just fine to take care of the rest."

Uriah obliged her readily, though she leaned in a little closer to him as he worked over her neck, the warm cloth moving softly, smoothing down her fur in the correct direction. She kissed his neck lightly, her nose trailing down his bare chest to his boxers, though the pony barely touched him down there, even if she did nuzzling faintly, drawing back and snuffling as if it had merely been an accident. Yet she was only teasing and didn't quite want to push things too far, not just yet. After all, the pony wanted to see just what Uriah had in store for her, for he always seemed to be researching new little massage techniques that would have her squirming under his touch…

“Mmmm."

Even Samantha had to say she cleaned up well, especially for a working-class mare, her sleek coat shining in the low light, the evening moving on as twilight fell outside. The candles and a lamp on the bedside table illuminated the bedroom, the mare shifting slightly back and forth to admire her image a little more, Uriah swiftly working the warm cloth over her, damp with diluted oil to really bring out the sheen of her fur.

“Mmm… That feels really nice."

He smiled.

“Do you mean when I rub like this?"

He moved the cloth in medium circles, stimulating the muscle under her fur as she let out a juddery little moan.

“Oh, yes…" She squatted a little, batting her eyelashes at him, drawing her attention back to her hind end. “Just like that."

Uriah, to his credit, managed not to let his need for her show. Of course, he could not help but be affected by what Samantha was doing – but the whole reason he was giving her the massage was to relax her! He couldn't let other things come to the forefront, even if he thought, kind of, she was doing it deliberately. He wouldn't have wanted to accuse her of trying to seduce him and distract him, after all.

“If you are ready," he said with a low, respectful tone, candlelight flickering. “We can begin the massage."

He spoke as if she was of higher status than he was and Samantha's ears twitched, her lips quirking. Yet the mare did not allow a smile to fully break her lips, not at that time, slipping readily into her role.

“Yes, you may begin. And, I must say, you look so handsome like this." She cocked her head, one ear flicking forward attentively. “I'd dare say you'd look even more dashing…if you were not wearing anything at all."

As he came before her, adjusting his body so he was on the right level to reach her head first, she took the chance to nibble on him, tugging playfully at his hair and then sliding her attention down a little more, to his right ear. The mare's tongue teased over the upper rounded edge of it, delighting in the little shiver that ran through her partner, though that only made Samantha want to coax more, much more, out of him.

If she couldn't tempt Uriah to take her at once, well…she'd just have to see the massage through to the end. It was not such a bad thing, no, not as she nipped and grazed his ear with her teeth.

He sucked in a sharp gasp, though stayed true to his cause.

“Stay still, but let me know if anything feels bad or wrong, okay?"

Uriah's lips trembled, parted breathily, striving to focus on giving her every little bit of attention he wanted to devote to her, though it was hard to do when she was nuzzling into him like that. The memory of her teeth ghosting along his ear, nibbling teasingly, pulled at his psyche again and he blushed harder, but there was nothing he could do to hide that colour from his cheeks.

She was such a tease, but he would show her better all that he could do for her in the true massage, kneeling before her so she could lower her head into his hands. His skilled fingers followed the lines of her face, working on her forehead first to sweep out from the centre of her face: a great massage for relieving tension headaches in Kuda. Samantha swayed lightly, as if she was dropping into a trance, though the mare was still truly present in her reality as her tail swished and she let out a shaky yawn.

“Mmm…"

It was good to have her head worked on, his fingers sliding around to the base of her ears. Oh, she hadn't known quite how sore her ears and the tiny muscles there could get until he had started working on her, massages coming into play quite early in their relationship. He worked over her temples, behind her eyes where TMJ tension could often be present, his fingers resting there for a few moments while her eyelids flickered and twitched. There were a lot of ways in which tension could be worked out in an equine's body and she still found it funny how it came out in the light twitching of her muzzle and nostrils in particular, ripples running back through her body as knots unwound.

He cupped her nose and smirked faintly, mischief in her eyes, though she knew it was all part of the massage, even if he did make her giggle sometimes. Just how Uriah had been able to bring that lightness back to her heart would always be beyond her. He cradled her muzzle, right at the end where her nose was, pulling her lips and her soft, flexible sin into funny faces, one with her lips stretched wider, though not so wide that it hurt her. Little releases rippled through her muzzle and she sighed, though gave him a look as he squished her nose back up, rubbing straight in the centre.

“Mmmph… Uriah, I'm gonna…"

“No, no…" He said quickly, releasing the position as her face warmed. “I promise not to hold that one so long that it makes you sneeze. I know how sensitive it is."

“Hee…" She laughed faintly. “Yeah, that was really a weird one."

He worked more lightly on the edges of her nostrils, which really made her sneeze every time he tried it, pressing and pinching faintly along the thicker, firmer line of each. Uriah tried to alleviate the oncoming sneeze by rubbing the side of her muzzle in slow strokes back up towards her eyes, but it still came.

“Ah-choo!"

She sneezed and snuffled as he gently wiped off her nose with another smaller towel, though there was no moisture left there; it was purely more comfortable for Samantha that way. And it was nice too that Uriah was happy to touch her there, pressing on despite the nostril squeezing not being her favourite part of the massage. How her nose tingled and twitched afterwards was pleasant, so she still asked him for it when they were delving into a more in-depth, less intuitive massage. She sighed, the release easing back up through her poll as her ears splayed slightly.

“Mmmph, that feels so weird."

She caught his fingers wickedly in her mouth as he withdrew, though it was solely with the intent of getting him back ever so slightly, her tongue slipping around them to slicken her saliva along the digits. He pulled back, eyebrows raised, and tickled her chin and muzzle, toying with the soft whiskers there as he freed himself.

“Perhaps I should focus on another area, my lovely mare?"

Samantha wanted him to know too just how much she appreciated everything he was doing for her, swaying lightly as he moved on to her neck, working from front to back, moving from one side to the other so everything came easily. His fingers pulled and kneaded skilfully, paying attention to both muscle and fascia, though, of course, most of what he could do with his fingers alone was surface manipulation only, skin-deep. There were some deeper movements too that could be pulled into play, such as when he lifted her left foreleg, holding her knee and fetlock to support her, and moved it forward and back, helping free up restrictions there.

“Can you lean on me?"

Uriah phrased it as a request, even if he could have just told the mare to do it. It didn't feel right, not when he was in that position beside her, Samantha swinging her hindquarters out a little more towards him, as if she was trying to wrap her body around him and show off. He swallowed hard and took a deep, steadying breath as she put her weight into him on that left shoulder, allowing him to work her leg forward, so she stretched out all the way.

He held her hoof and let her lean into the stretch, Samantha's eyelids fluttering.

“Mmmm, ohhh…"

She could not help but moan, so she allowed it, though it always felt like she was doing more work in the massage when he played into the physical manipulation. Yet she didn't quite catch the glint in Uriah's eye as he leaned back a little more, showing off the cure of his body to her, how the lines of his chest caught the light just so.

The pony's eyes followed him as he worked on her right shoulder too, finding more restriction there in the abduction of her leg. He worked it back and forth, folding his fingers around the heavy bones of her leg, though he skilfully cupped her without at all putting any undue pressure on any tendons or anything like that. He really was skilled at what he did.

And Uriah could give as good as he got when it came to teasing too, enjoying other parts of his role with her as he ran his hands over her stomach, sliding his fingers down between each individual rib. It tickled a little and Samantha squirmed, so he kissed his way back up from where his fingers had teasingly tickled, though those feather-light touches were just as intimate, provoking a reaction.

“Mmm, I think you are getting rather close to me there…"

Uriah murmured but said nothing in turn, continuing his massaging down the length of her spine, paying attention to each side until he came to her lumber, before the point where her hindquarters rose and rounded out. He stayed there a while, working his fingers in deep with long, deep, pulsating motions, though the flutter was slow, to ensure her body absorbed all the massage it could.

“Oh… Mmmm!"

Samantha moaned, rolling her hips back and trying to arch, which meant her belly sank. It was hard for a pony's spine to act in the same way a human's did, but, well, it was not as if either were looking at things in that close detail. He dug his fingers into her glutes, pressing into the muscle until it bobbed and wobbled like jelly, every last ounce of tension gone from them. He would have worked his fingers down the backs of her legs and hamstrings next, but there was another sensitive part of Samantha's body that he was sure was due some more intimate attention.

Nothing that would have abruptly changed the course of the massage, however, even if Samantha no longer seemed quite as steady on her hooves as she had been before. His fingers slid under her tail and around the dock, though didn't touch anything that would have crossed a line. Of course, Uriah was sure things were more than okay between them, if he escalated what was happening – but he was more about the slow burn and build-up, simply wanting to savour the moment as it simmered.

She grunted throatily as he teased around the underside of her tail, massaging the sensitive, velvety flesh, though Uriah took great care not to even brush the folds of her sex or pucker of her anus. No… That was not what he wanted, not then. But he enjoyed how she quivered and rocked back against him, casting him a look back over her shoulder at him.

“Mmm…"

Samantha took a moment to grind her rump back into his crotch as he tried to swap to the other side of her, catching him off guard as he scratched lightly around the base of her tail. That little stimulation almost threw her off, but not quite, a shiver rippling up her body as she cast her gaze back to him, though Uriah had a rather fetching arch put into his body that had her eyes travelling down from his chest to his midsection and his groin.

“Mmmm…"

She leaned back into the touch, the teasing scratches taking her breath away, though she was happy to let him tease her there, even as her body ached deeply. There were still many patches of soreness in her, the upper, superficial layer of her skin twitching and shuddering in a fashion only equines could do. It was in how they shook off flies from their skin, when they were in hotter climates, though the swish of her long tail could do just as well in that regard.

Uriah sucked in a breath as he ran his hands down her hind legs, working over the hamstrings with a smooth, stroking motion, letting them melt into his touch, easing out the tension. Yet he was more interested in curling his fingers around the thick, heavy bones of her legs, admiring just how powerful her legs were. There were some Kuda, after all, with thinner, more spindly legs – but he liked her power. It simply meant there was even more of her to worship.

He took a moment to work over her withers again, apply gentle, steady pressure to an acupressure point there, though it was his undoing to work back up to her head again. He tucked his thumbs into her ears, massaging lightly now that she was more relaxed, for that was something Samantha wasn't often able to take until some of the tension had been released from her body.

The mare swayed lightly, though she was in a better position to nibble and try to catch his fingers with her lips, knowing what that did to him. He was careful, however, keeping his fingers as much out of her reach as possible, even if the Kuda had more tricks up her figurative sleeve.

Of course, Samantha had magic where he did not have that capability, playing with him as she ghosted her magic over his body with a lightly prickling, tingling, almost whispering motion. Uriah shivered and she grinned as she pressed on, massaging the base of her ears while her eyelids flickered. Even then, Samantha struggled to concentrate on her mischief, wanting to tease him to the point where Uriah could not help but take her, flanks shuddering with the need to breathe.

He sat on the bed, thwarting her using her magic to prod his backside and, in particular, the tight pucker of his anal ring. That was not a comfortable part of his body to be toyed with and he exhaled softly, encouraging Samantha to match his breathing and the energy he was putting out. If only Uriah's heart wasn't pounding as hard as it was, something stirring in his underwear.

Not yet, however, not as the pony groaned and, finally, leaned more heavily into him, her head moving over his shoulder as Samantha trusted him to hold her weight. She slumped forward more and more as he massaged her, the pony still somewhat standing before him, though that was not going to last for much longer.

“Let it all go, my sweet," he said, tenderness lacing his tone. “There's no reason at all for you to be holding all this tension within you, no… Not now, not anymore."

“Mmmph…"

Samantha pressed forward over him increasingly as she leaned into his chest and shoulder with such force that she pushed him all the way back on the bed. He wasn't put off by her weight in the slightest, chuckling lightly in the back of her throat. It was merely a good thing that he was able to relax Samantha to where she felt she could do that with him.

“Samantha… Oh…"

He whispered her name, nose to nose, chest to chest. The pony dozily kissed him, a flicker of her magic fading as she lost control of it, giving him a deep kiss. Their tongues played back and forth between their mouths as she kissed him passionately, though it was most definitely Samantha who led the kiss.

She hummed into his mouth as she lapped up inside his mouth, showing her the mare's version of a deep kiss rather than something Uriah may have been more familiar with.

“Mmm, as much as I'm enjoying this," she said lightly, quivering against him. “I think my hind legs…need a bit of a rest."

Uriah chuckled, a little dizzy from the kiss but more than willing to accommodate her. Serving Samantha, after all, was everything he wanted, right then and there. The weight of her over him was strangely solid and comforting, like having a weighted blanket in place. Yet Uriah would always have wanted his Samantha there, of course, over any object. There was simply no comparison in the slightest.

“Of course…"

He respectfully wriggled out from her (as much as that was even possible) and helped pull her, gently, up on to the bed, so she was lying on her front. It was a good thing he was strong enough to do that without wrenching her shoulders or anything like that, for he wouldn't have wanted to hurt her in any way. Samantha allowed her male servant of the moment to roll her on to her back, exposing her belly and, a little more, the underside of her tail too. That could have been in how her hind legs hitched up a little, bending more naturally under her body while she was standing rather than back behind her, even though she could stretch them out too.

Uriah chuckled and popped a small cork on to the tip of her horn, just to make sure it wouldn't spike him accidentally as he worked on the last part of the massage. He straddled her midsection as he raked his fingers down her throat and around the sides of her neck, varying the pressure and paying attention to her physical cues. In such a position, Samantha could only use her magic to tease him – and flip up her tail to show off her folds, of course. Yet she still used her magic to tickle and flutter and tease over him, even brushing his nipples to make him jostle and twitch.

In her neck, he lavished attention over the arteries, admiring how blood lightly but visibly pulsed under his fingers, working down to her pectoral muscles and the pits of her forelegs, fingers working back and forth to ease out restriction in the fascia.

“You're wonderful, my mare," he breathed, offering the first hints at an open flirt and a tease to her. “I cannot wait to spend all night long with you."

“Oh, yessss…" Samantha hissed out, squirming under him, the suggestion in his tone clear. “Yes, I want that… So much… You'll be…ah…between my…legs…"

Yet the equine could not become more suggestive as he worked his way down, pulling his fingers across her coat to offer grip, rather than merely slipping over her body. Her ribs got some attention too, working his fingers down between every one, as far as he could reach while she was lying on her back, though he let his hand linger on her chest, where the beat of her heart pounded.

It was so intimate, so carnal… And yet he wanted more of her, always more, even if their flirty wishes and teases implied a lot more to come later that night. Yet Uriah had to take good care of his partner first, slipping a little from his role as his lips parted in a breathless smile, letting the moment roll through him.

Still, there was plenty for him to work on, running his fingers along the insides of her forelegs and even working all the way down to her hooves, twisting and pulling lightly to make sure there were no restrictions. Samantha appreciated how he took care of her, how slow and gentle he was with her, her eyelids finally fluttering as she lost a hold on her magic, panting lightly.

“Oh… Mmph…"

She wanted to say more than that, so much more, though he stole words from her lips and tongue the moment she was striving to breathe life into them.

Sitting more heavily upon her waist, Uriah paused, letting everything sink in, the mare before him soaking in her massage. She looked far more relaxed than she had before, her forelegs moving more easily when he tested their extension and reach, curling his fingers around the heavy cannon bone. That was something, at the very least, though he wished he could truly soothe that lingering ache from her back, particularly in the lumbar. And not only because he liked being in a spot where he had a good look at her hind end.

Oh, Samantha most certainly had affected him during the massage, Uriah biting back a grin as he lay on her chest, his head resting over her heart to listen, softly, to the drumming beat of it. Samantha murmured, shivering under him, crossing her hooves over his back just so she could hold him a little closer to her chest.

“Mmmm…"

The pony murmured, nostrils flaring as she panted lightly. Yet she settled again, the feeling of him so close to her seeping through, making Samantha even forget her magic and how she had been teasing him. Just how could she possibly tease him when he had done so much good for her? Even her tail hung more loosely against the bed, the dock softer and more pliable, feeling that stretch and relaxation running all the way up her back right to the poll at the top of her head.

Uriah lifted his head lightly and pressed a devout kiss to her jaw. It was not as bold as he may otherwise have been, grunting in the back of his throat. He didn't want to admit to the ache in his groin, but, well…there was only so long he knew Samantha would have wanted him to restrain himself.

“I haven't even worked the conditioning lotion into your coat yet," Uriah said gently, a teasing note of mischief in his tone. “There's so much more to come, my darling."

Samantha glanced up at him, her eyelids fluttering as if she was not quite ready to let the massage be over either. It was so difficult to choose what she wanted, between the light touch of his fingers and the heat building under her tail and deep within the core of her being. Oh, it was not something she routinely ignored, although Uriah did sometimes turn her attention to other pleasures of the body, like the massage. He had a way of opening up new experiences for her and always bringing something fresh into how they interacted.

She rested a hoof on his back more heavily, pressing him down against her as he listened to her heartbeat.

There was nowhere else she would rather be than with her sweetheart.

Even if the night was still young and there was more in mind for her to take from her loyal “servant" … In a manner of speaking, of course.