The touch of the heavens
Ultimate Human in Equestria Story
Chapter 20
"I've been sitting the whole day, Peachy. My back is killing me, and my wings aren't doing so good, either. Why don't you take them on, first?" Celestia said. With a sigh, she stretched her arms and back, her spine popping audibly. You could barely hold on to her fur as she let herself fall onto the massage table. You had bigger things to worry about, anyway. A back massage? That meant that she would be lying down... on top of you!
But there was no way for you to escape. The giantess already shifted in her position, turning side wards until you could see the head of the massage table, a thick pillow at the top for propping up her head. All you could do was pray to whatever deity might have been listening that you would survive what was coming.
With a thunderous clap, Celestia lay down, her breasts squishing together underneath her. From all sides, the flesh encroached upon you, surrounding you and sealing you in completely. The weight of her full upper body rested on top of you, while she obliviously put her head down, a blissful smile on her face. You opened your mouth for an involuntary scream... but your voice was cut off as the mass of fur and boobflesh forced itself into your mouth. You couldn't even move. The pressure was so strong, that her tits pinned you completely.
Thankfully, her fur was light enough that you could still breathe through your nose. But otherwise, you were utterly at her mercy. You could only hope that this massage wouldn't take too long, lest her breasts squeeze you into unconsciousness.
Peachy Pummel, as oblivious to you as the princess, opened the first of many bottles and let a thick, warm balm flow onto her hands, smelling of citrus fruits. She coated her hands in it and got to work. As soon as her hands dug into Celestia's back, the princess let out a moan of delight. A slight smile formed on the masseuse mare's lips. She was one of the very few ponies the princess trusted enough to let this close to her. An honor that she savoured.
With practiced movements, Peachy worked out many of the knots in Celestia's back muscles, the princess descending into blissful sighs as her aches melted away. Soon, she worked her way up to her impressive wings. Those required extra attention. With a small, special brush, she preened each feather individually. After a long day at court, Celestia's wings were always a bit messy, and she loved the feeling of having their natural beauty restored.
Finally, Peachy moved on to her upper back and shoulders. The last few knots would quickly be worked out.
But for you, it was as if the entire world had changed once the masseuse laid her hands onto Celestia's upper back. She massaged the princess with such force and intensity, that you could feel the circular motions of her hands even within your prison. It didn't help that the princess shifted ever so slightly whenever Peachy Pummel focused on a different spot.
The gargantuan mountains imprisoning you shifted with her, flowing over you and pushing you helplessly around. The enormous breasts made you their unwitting - and unnoticed - plaything. With each shift, you were pushed lower and lower, more of the unimaginable weight of the princess settling on top of you. Your body was getting a merciless massage of its very own, the soft flesh of her chest caressing you all over.
Despite yourself, you couldn't help but moan. The pressure was immense, but the feeling of your skin against hers was indescribable. Her luxurious fur tickled you all over, the walls of her breasts squeezed and squished around you. A blush crept on to your face. If she discovered you in this state, there would be no way you could talk your way out of it.
You didn't know how long you were stuck in there. Time ceased to have meaning as you were relentlessly milked by Celestia's massive mammaries. But at some point, the pressure let up. The massage was over... and Celestia rose.
But there was no way for you to escape. The giantess already shifted in her position, turning side wards until you could see the head of the massage table, a thick pillow at the top for propping up her head. All you could do was pray to whatever deity might have been listening that you would survive what was coming.
With a thunderous clap, Celestia lay down, her breasts squishing together underneath her. From all sides, the flesh encroached upon you, surrounding you and sealing you in completely. The weight of her full upper body rested on top of you, while she obliviously put her head down, a blissful smile on her face. You opened your mouth for an involuntary scream... but your voice was cut off as the mass of fur and boobflesh forced itself into your mouth. You couldn't even move. The pressure was so strong, that her tits pinned you completely.
Thankfully, her fur was light enough that you could still breathe through your nose. But otherwise, you were utterly at her mercy. You could only hope that this massage wouldn't take too long, lest her breasts squeeze you into unconsciousness.
Peachy Pummel, as oblivious to you as the princess, opened the first of many bottles and let a thick, warm balm flow onto her hands, smelling of citrus fruits. She coated her hands in it and got to work. As soon as her hands dug into Celestia's back, the princess let out a moan of delight. A slight smile formed on the masseuse mare's lips. She was one of the very few ponies the princess trusted enough to let this close to her. An honor that she savoured.
With practiced movements, Peachy worked out many of the knots in Celestia's back muscles, the princess descending into blissful sighs as her aches melted away. Soon, she worked her way up to her impressive wings. Those required extra attention. With a small, special brush, she preened each feather individually. After a long day at court, Celestia's wings were always a bit messy, and she loved the feeling of having their natural beauty restored.
Finally, Peachy moved on to her upper back and shoulders. The last few knots would quickly be worked out.
But for you, it was as if the entire world had changed once the masseuse laid her hands onto Celestia's upper back. She massaged the princess with such force and intensity, that you could feel the circular motions of her hands even within your prison. It didn't help that the princess shifted ever so slightly whenever Peachy Pummel focused on a different spot.
The gargantuan mountains imprisoning you shifted with her, flowing over you and pushing you helplessly around. The enormous breasts made you their unwitting - and unnoticed - plaything. With each shift, you were pushed lower and lower, more of the unimaginable weight of the princess settling on top of you. Your body was getting a merciless massage of its very own, the soft flesh of her chest caressing you all over.
Despite yourself, you couldn't help but moan. The pressure was immense, but the feeling of your skin against hers was indescribable. Her luxurious fur tickled you all over, the walls of her breasts squeezed and squished around you. A blush crept on to your face. If she discovered you in this state, there would be no way you could talk your way out of it.
You didn't know how long you were stuck in there. Time ceased to have meaning as you were relentlessly milked by Celestia's massive mammaries. But at some point, the pressure let up. The massage was over... and Celestia rose.
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June 2, 2023
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