“O-oh,” you reply, stumbling over your words. “I-I’d rather not. J-just for professionalism’s sake. You understand, right?”

Celestia’s ears flop to the sides of her head. “O-oh, of course,” she says, her voice a little shaky.

“But…we can still cuddle!” you tell her, tickling her soft tummy.

She roars with laughter, flailing her hooves all over the place as your fingers dig into her fur.

You relent after a few minutes. “Okay. So, how about a hoof massage?”

Celestia nods happily and you scoot down the bed, your hands running over her back hooves and pressing into the tendons and running over the fur on her legs. She hums happily.

Your time as Celestia’s stress manager soon came to an end, and she thanked you for your services with a hug, a wink, and a promise to tell everypony how great you were at your job.

As you continued to bide your time waiting for Twilight to find a way to send you back to earth, your business boomed better than ever as a consequence of Celestia’s endorsement. Still, you can’t help but think that you might have missed out on something wonderful.

NORMAL ENDING