Rarity's New Masseuse

[Request] mlp mylittleponyfriendshipismagic facesitting rarity hyperass bubblebutt raritymylittlepony Description Hoba Jones was willing to do almost anything for Rarity. His love of the suave and stylish white unicorn had never been reciprocated in its entirety, but was something that drove nearly all of his interactions with her. Hoba Jones helped out Rarity wherever he could, often assisting in her clothing design process or providing his feedback on her recent creations, limited as it often was. While Rarity had gained considerable fondness for Hoba Jones as a result of all his generous acts, her affection still wasn’t quite as… physical as Hoba Jones would want it to be. At least, that had been the case, before Rarity had undergone quite a substantial change.

After a freak accident caused by some of Twilight’s magical experimentation, Rarity had been cursed with an absurdly huge, round flank, bigger than anyone else in all of Ponyville. Her prodigiously inflated rear end bounced non-stop as she walked, the clapping of her cheeks often syncing to the clopping of her hooves. At first, she had been mortified, shutting herself away in her home and refusing to come out. When it became obvious that Twilight wouldn’t be able to undo this curse anytime soon, however, Rarity slowly began to accept her new predicament. Over time, she gained the confidence to go outside, gradually finding all the stares she received flattering instead of humiliating.

Of course, carrying around such a large rump was no easy task, and Rarity quickly felt the strain of her new endowments. The aches she got soon made everyday activities a struggle, and that was where Hoba Jones came to her rescue. Hoba Jones, despite Rarity’s ambivalence and Twilight’s constant search for a counter-spell, absolutely loved her new look. The fact that she was so much bigger just meant that there was so much more of her for him to love! Hence, when Rarity asked him if he could massage her rump on the regular, he happily obliged. Giving Rarity a proper massage at her size was quite the challenge, of course, but one that Spike never backed down from, and soon enough, he had assumed a daily role as her unofficial masseuse.

“A-Aah, yes, that’s it, right there. Ooh, that feels so much better, Hoba Jones…” Rarity said, her relieved moans barely audible as he was completely flattened under her immense ass. During most of their sessions, Hoba Jones’s act of “massaging” usually just came down to helplessly pawing at the sides of her wide rear as she rocked it back and forth atop him, effectively using his entire body to work out the cricks in her figure.

“I’m glad you don’t mind giving me a massage every day. I know this ridiculous, fat rump of mine must make it so difficult, but I truly appreciate the help, darling.” Hearing Rarity compliment him gave Hoba Jones enough momentary strength to push himself out from under her butt just so he could reply.

“I-It’s no big deal, Rarity! I could do this all day! Plus, if I get really good at giving massages, I could start helping other ponies, too,” Spike said, panting a bit.

“Hmm, I can think of at least a few who would enjoy that, though I hope you’re not planning on skipping our sessions anytime soon~” Rarity said, her eyelids drooping as her tone became more sultry than Hoba Jones was normally used to. “Oh, by the way, has Twilight said anything about curing my, um, condition?”

Hearing Rarity say this made Spike panic slightly. Twilight had actually been making progress on getting Rarity back to her normal size. In fact, she could probably reverse the curse right now, if Rarity went to ask. Not wanting to give up the plush marshmallow booty he had gotten so used to fondling over the past few days, Spike quickly thought of a ruse.

“Uhh… no, she hasn’t. In fact, she’s not sure she actually can shrink you back down again,” Hoba Jones said, trying to sound as convincing as he could.

“Oh goodness! That can’t be right… can it?” Rarity asked, wincing.

“Sorry, it’s the truth. In fact, she says you might get even bigger in the future!” Hoba Jones added.

“Even… bigger?! But I’m already so… so…” Rarity stared at her own monstrous backside, her lip quivering. “Hmph! Fine then! I won’t let a change like this interfere with my wonderful elegance. Go ahead and keep massaging, Hoba Jones.”

Hoba Jones smiled, and then let Rarity’s ass smother him completely yet again. He certainly didn’t have to be told twice.

(Wanted to do an MLP-themed thing for a while, but never had a solid idea for one, until now. Can’t go wrong with a classic couple like Rarity and Spike! Hope you enjoyed!)