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For a greater length of time than anyone could be bothered to precisely measure and dating to farther back in time than anyone can now care to remember, statuesque sisters Celestia and Luna presided over the Equestrian beach scene as its self-appointed ruling lifeguards and prime upholders of order and decency. This status quo, shockingly enough given the haven of recklessly fast living and lethal competition that the beach has since turned into, functioned and was upheld in precise alignment with the sisters' intentions over the course of many long and hot Summers. Throughout this period, Celestia and Luna's will and word was largely respected by the vast majority of the girls they called their subjects, who thus lived in peace and prosperity for the most part, with incidents of forcibly lotioned sunbathing being very rare even when it came to the presiding lifeguards' own disciplinary impositions, which were laughably merciful by the standards of those holding power today.
Indeed, things eventually and inevitably changed in dramatic fashion, initially starting to do so slowly but with the ramifications surely enough escalating such that by the time Celestia and Luna were willing to recognize the trajectory of how things were going as a serious problem, it was already too late for them to stop their domain's decline into chaos as defined by the rise of feuding factions and ultra-high-stakes contests amid the gradual escalation of the populace's unruliness. Girls were growing more ambitious, more willing to take big risks in pursuit of popular glory and general thrill-seeking, and in turn less inclined to abide by the rules and standards of others. As their influence thusly dwindled, the sisters steadily became less publicly proactive over time, eventually giving up altogether on maintaining their benevolent rule, in large part due to fearing the ruthless beings their once-adoring subjects had become and dreading what they'd do to them were they foolish enough to try and reassert their authority at this point.
For a considerable while now, Celestia and Luna have lived in secluded luxury at their private estate, rarely venturing out onto the beach at all anymore but still remotely monitoring the ongoings and developments there for their own peace of mind, or rather lack thereof as the continued moral degeneration of what's come to be the accepted status quo in their absence has proven to make for consistently depressing news. As of today, the sisters have finally and definitively had enough, being unable to take anymore of this madness, and mutually agreeing on what the only sensible, honorable course of action for them in a realm where it is painfully clear they no longer have any place is, they've committed to taking it immediately, without subjecting themselves to one day more of the miserably purposeless existence they've been reduced to. Presently stepping out from their mansion's front gates for the first time in months, as well as for the final time ever, and doing so in style, rocking their best bikinis and sporting the crowns that once stood for something but are now relegated to merely serving as elegant accessories, Celestia and Luna are going to the tanning salon to have their retirement finalized!

As the Equestrian beach scene has become an increasingly hyper-competitive and anarchistic environment, numerous girls of sub-par fortitude compared to those who have managed to thrive in the new (dis)order have found themselves in similar situations to that of their former leading lifeguards as described above, feeling unable or unwilling to keep up with the demands of a survival-of-the-hottest society and consequently tempted to take the easy way out, which they'd more likely than not be forcibly subjected to sooner or later were they to remain active members in it. This phenomenon is not helped (or rather, the phenomenon itself IS helped, to the detriment of its affected victims) by various prevailing attitudes espoused by many popular and powerful babes and alliances thereof which advocate the tanning of the weak to make more space and resources for the worthy, and altogether, self-lotioned sunbathing has come to be a common and normalized practice among Equestrian beachgoers, with up to dozens of girls meeting such voluntary ends daily.
Given the predominance of highly ambitious and conniving femme fatales among those relatively safe from succumbing to this fate, it was always going to be a simple matter of time before someone thought to start up a means of profiting off of its prevalence by turning suntan lotion suicide, or rather assisted suicide as it becomes, into a commercial service. This is where Aloe and Lotus, founders and operators of the one and only official Equestrian tanning salon, stepped into prominence to fulfill the niche. Since beginning to offer their luxury massage services, these splitting parallels of each other's beauty have lovingly rubbed out hundreds of willing victims, in the process becoming the two deadliest girls in the history of Equestrian society as well as the wealthiest even with their modest prices, which demand a mere ten percent of each customer's net worth to be willed to them. Even more impressively, they've never once failed to fulfill their proudly-touted satisfaction guarantee, as every single one of their clients has been put out on display for stated purposes of public scrutinization after being serviced, and not one of them has been deemed to appear unsatisfied based on her blissfully blushing face as she sunbathes forevermore. Though having never lotioned a girl who didn't explicitly volunteer for the treatment, Aloe and Lotus have also earned themselves a reputation as highly dangerous women themselves, surpassing many notorious serial murderesses in the number of deaths they've caused rather than merely assisted in by virtue of their sensually seductive public personas and advertisements, which have clearly tempted a great many young ladies to give themselves over for tanning based on the sheer ecstasy and beauty the experience is promised to entail. To be fair to the masseuses regarding this, their self-professed ability to give their customers pleasure worth dying for is hardly exaggerated.

It is noontime, and the sun's rays are beaming down at just about their peak of cyclic intensity; this is the optimal time of day both for going sunbathing and for forcing the activity upon one's enemies, and the patrons of the Equestrian beach scene are well-aware of this, with the lotionings of numerous girls presently being underway at various stages of progression as usual. Aloe and Lotus can quite consistently count on having appointments booked for the whole of this hour daily, and today, far from an exception to this pattern, is an exceptionally notable case of it as the masseuses are gleefully looking forward to doing business with the most prestigious pair of customers they'll ever have had the honor and pleasure of servicing. Celestia and Luna arrive with on-the-dot timing, striding in through the swinging double-doors of the salon's indoor lobby where they are immediately greeted with an inviting "Welcome!" from the receptionist, the establishment's only salaried employee, as well as various surprised reactions from their fellow soon-to-be-sunbathers, several of whom are currently seated around the room in patient hopes of openings at which the "tanning queens", as they're popularly called, can see and take care of them. The sisters are quick to deduce that their full-hour double-reservation will be extending these girls' wait times considerably, and feel likewise obliged to apologize for the inconvenience.
"Sorry to prolong your holding up in here, which I'm sure must be a terribly anxious time for you ladies, but we're up next." Celestia explains. "I'd advise pre-scheduling your appointments next time, but with the kind of service provided here, there obviously won't be a next time for any of us; what a shame!"
"That is, of course, unless any of you could reconsider your plans and leave while you've still no obligation to go through with them," Luna raises the idea, "unlike my sister and I who would be doing this fine salon's lovely and hard-working proprietresses a terribly rude disservice were we to try backing out of our appointment now. Just a thought; the choice is entirely up to each of you, and I'd obviously be hypocritical to judge any girl who simply, sincerely wants to tan, seeing as I'm one, and about to get my wish!"
At this point, a bell chime is heard resonating from the direction of the reception booth.
"Miss Celestia, Miss Luna," its operator cheerily announces, "Aloe and Lotus are ready to see you; please proceed through these doors into the tanning area, and enjoy your lotioned luxury!"
"That's our cue; so long, girls!" Celestia addresses the women in waiting, bidding farewell to the last group of her former subjects she'll ever see as she and her sister do as instructed. Luna, meanwhile, sincerely hopes that at least one of these beautiful young ladies will heed her suggestion and leave through the salon's front entrance, untanned, sooner than she's called to join her, Celestia and so many others in their sunkissed fate, but she henceforth refrains from worrying about the matter any further, aware that she'll never know its outcome either way.

"Nyaaaaaaahhh…!"
So rings out the voice of a cute and rather dumb-looking blonde shortstack for the final time as Lotus rubs the finishing touches into her face-up body, applying the groin-focused massage slowly yet vigorously so as to make sure she gets her money's worth out of her happy ending. The comprehensively lotion-soaked girl falls limp, flat and gorgeously bronzed upon her towel shortly thereafter, with the look frozen on her face indicating that she is a very satisfied customer indeed.
"Pleasure doing business with you, babe!" Lotus thanks the client, the fourth she's serviced today, before rolling the wheeled table on which she and her towel are rested off to the sidelines of the fenced area where she joins the salon's previous patrons of the day as the seventh specimen in a side-by-side lineup of freshly sunbathed beauties, all of whom look quite glamorously radiant with their new tans.
As Celestia and Luna step outside into the scenic and secluded venue just in time to witness this display of climactic kinkiness that teases what's in store for them, Lotus starts sauntering her way back over to tend to the pair, smiling as she welcomes them to their luxury tanning experience. Aloe, meanwhile, wheels off the facedown-laid body of a voluptuous redhead whom she evidently finished off some minutes ago and had been admiring her handiwork on while waiting for the prestigious sisters to show up for their appointment, knowing there wasn't enough time to take another girl from the queue and give her a satisfactory treatment sooner than they'd be arriving, before hurrying to join her partner in greeting their guests of honor.
"Welcome to our lovely establishment, ladies," Lotus starts, "and thank you for choosing us to help you properly enjoy your sunbathing!"
"We know the decision to come out here and get yourselves tanned couldn't have been an easy one for you two," Aloe consoles as she catches up, "but we can assure you that it was the right one, and implore you not to subject yourselves to so much as another moment of anxiety or regret as all your troubles will shortly be rubbed away; from here on out, we want you to feel nothing but absolute pleasure!"
"We're ready to get started whenever you are," Lotus continues, "and either of us will be more than happy to do the honors for either one of you in whatever paired arrangement you'd most prefer; we can even take turns, so both of us can enjoy both of you and vice versa, if you'd like!"
"I call full dibs on Aloe as my masseuse!" Luna suddenly declares, apparently taking a particular liking to the blue-haired suntan seductress over her pink-maned counterpart.
"Heh… a go-getter to the very end, I see!" Celestia retorts to her sister playfully. "Guess that leaves Lotus to lotion me, then!" she concedes agreeably.
"Sounds like a splendid plan;" Aloe likewise approves, "now, please relinquish your bikinis and any other items carried on your persons, leaving them where we can retrieve them later for prompt auctioning, set up your towels over whichever of our available massage tables you'd like to get your tans on, and lay yourselves down in whichever poses you'll be most comfortable in, and then we may begin without further ado! You did bring your own towels, yes?"

"Correct;" Celestia confirms, "it's only proper that we should sunbathe on them as opposed to just any old beach blankets you have lying around, which have surely been used by countless previous, less dignified clients of yours."
With this, she and Luna strut gracefully up to a nearby pair of parallel-facing tables and roll out their respectively sun-and-moon-patterned personalized towels, with the elder sister's theme clearly proving far more well-suited for this occasion. Given how she always styled herself as such, the imminent session will clearly be a more fitting end for Celestia than any other manner of demise possible, and conversely an appropriately ironic one for Luna. As they next permanently relieve themselves of their swimsuits as well as their crowns, the sisters take a moment to observe and appreciate the various bikini tops and bottoms strewn about the place, some having been set aside by their former owners more tidily than others which were discarded without thought or care, albeit understandably so by girls whose thoughts and cares were all about to become things of the past, and have since indeed done so as all their nude, cutely blushing bodies now decorate the peripheries of the enclosure. The former lifeguards, naturally, make sure to donate their own beachwear in neatly folded form along with their crowns, which will doubtlessly be fetching respectable prices at a near-future auction.
"This is all so embarrassing," Luna admits, already starting to blush herself as she crawls up onto her towel-covered table before laying herself face-down on it, "but in the absolute best way possible; wouldn't you agree, sister?"
"Oh, most certainly;" Celestia affirms as she gets comfy in a similar position, "I'll confess that my heart is racing with excitement right now. Plus, it is honestly only fair that we end up suntan lotioned in light of all the women we ourselves suntan lotioned back in our glory days, wicked as they all were. Frankly, I always got turned on with morbid curiosity about what it felt like for those villainesses every time we rubbed one out, with the way they always moaned and contorted; now that's about to be us… and that's hot!"
"Yeah;" Luna replies wistfully, beginning to reminisce: "I'll always remember… or, I mean, I always did remember the exquisitely harmonic final throes that cruelest of temptresses Chrysalis let out as we applied her sentence. She started her execution kicking, screaming and cursing our names, only for her hatred to fully transition into utterly gushing ecstasy in time for her finishing; all within a matter of minutes! I want my massage to do that do me; I feel bittersweet at best about going out like this right now, but I'm counting on spending my last moments enveloped in total enjoyment of my lotioned luxury with no regrets!"
"I can see, or hear, at any rate," Aloe remarks as she looms over her latest customer in need of servicing, drawing in up-close and personal with her bottle in hand and at the ready, "that you're quickly getting into quite the ideal mood for a fully-embraced sunbathing experience, so let's not make you wait a moment longer; here comes the hotness!"
"Ah!" Luna gasps as she thus receives her first taste of the sheer sexiness that is suntan lotion applied to her bare back and swiftly spread out therefrom to her likewise defenseless shoulders, buttocks and beyond. "Mmm… my word, this is divine!" she professes, shuddering and biting her lip as she continues to be massaged in the utmost professionally effective of fashions, her pleasure slowly escalating all the while.

"Okay, Celestia:" Lotus teasingly warns her own client seconds later as they both watch Luna's rubdown come underway, "let's get started on you now; like my partner said, here comes the hotness!"
"Mmmmm… aaah!" Celestia hums and moans immodestly as her masseuse's oiled hands commence her treatment. "Yes, that's it;" she encourages as they proceed to slide across and all over the surfaces of her soon-to-be-sunkissed skin, "get me everywhere, and don't hold anything back: no need to be gentle! This is a massage to be applied to full completion, after all… aaaaah!"
"Oh, don't worry:" Lotus assures her victim as she finishes the initial round of application to her backside and starts reaching down to address Celestia's breasts, "I never hold anything back, and not once has a girl felt my lotioned hand upon her skin and emerged from the ordeal with anything short of a completely realized full-body, full-bottle suntan!"
"Hmmmm…" Celestia replies as she eases deeper into relaxation with the covering of her chest and cleavage, "I can see why your service has been so successful; you're very professional, not to mention thorough about doing your job… haaa!"
"Oooooh, how naughty;" Luna playfully comments as her own boobies get their initial servings, with much groping and squeezing ensuing, "so very kinky!"
"Truly," Celestia banters with her sister while complimenting their lotionesses, "this is surpassing my expectations already; here's to our fittingly gorgeous end!"
"Maybe once they see us with our tans," Luna wishfully imagines, "the girls of this beach will be reminded of why we used to have their respect; at the very least, we'll be leaving a stunning last impression to be remembered by!"
"Rest assured, ladies," Aloe promises, "that we'll be sure your tanned bodies are given the utmost degree of public exposure that you deserve. Why, I anticipate you'll soon come to be regarded as mascots of sorts for our salon; among all our many, many satisfied customers, you'll doubtlessly be the most iconic for your legacy in shaping the history of the Equestrian scene!"
"As to that," Lotus adds, "we want you to be aware of our sincere gratitude for everything you did for us back in your heyday. Most girls these days may have started forgetting what your rule meant, but we certainly remember, and wish you nothing but pure pleasure as you take the final plunge and rest forevermore in peace and in utter beauty, as you've more than earned!"
"Oh, you're quite welcome for the prosperity we upheld;" Celestia acknowledges, appreciating this praise which she knows will be the last such feedback she'll ever be getting to hear, "and likewise, many thanks to both of you fine young ladies for helping us with our retirement plan!"
"Hmmm, yeah:" Luna concurs with a sensual humming, "you've got a real nice setup going here, what with the way you put girls who can't take it anymore out of their misery; our misery. Maybe if more of the young ladies out there dominating the scene today were as compassionate and proper-mannered as the two of you, things wouldn't have come to this for the two of us; alas, the reality of the changing times is what it is, not that my sister and I are all that bothered over it anymore. Your suntan soothing has seen to that, and soon, thanks just as well to you, nothing will be bothering us at all, ever again!"
"I, for one, am just glad for our masseuses," Celestia weighs in, "that they've managed to secure productive and comfortable lives for themselves in this chaotic day and age where we failed to so much as justify our continued existence!"
"Agreed;" Luna seconds, "you can color us both impressed, girls… although I imagine you're too preoccupied with coloring us tanned as of right now."

"Ha-ha; you're too kind, your graces:" Aloe approves with a giggle, which is joined in by Celestia at her sister's joke, "really!"
"Speaking of that matter," Lotus goes on to inform the increasingly glossy-skinned pair, "we're getting pretty close to achieving majority coverage on either of your gorgeous bodies, which will be ready to start their tanning processes proper pretty soon, and once we escalate your rubdowns to the next level beyond that, the sexiness of lotioned sunbathing will be having its way with you to completion in short order. However, we only need move ahead with that progression right now if that's what you'd prefer, as we're more than able and willing to draw out your treatments for quite a bit longer if you so desire, and indeed, you rented our services for a full hour, which is far longer than most of our clients reserve."
"How far into our hour are we right now?" Celestia asks accordingly.
"It's been just over ten minutes." Aloe answers matter-of-factly, referring to the timer she and her partner keep mounted nearby for the purpose of knowing such things.
"Keep us going;" Luna promptly instructs, "that is to say: keep our massages going exactly as you have been, at this level, for as long as you can manage. Our arrangement wills for a full quarter of all our material assets — more than double your required rate — to be left to you, and even now as I've signed away my life, I, for one, am anything but keen on either of us getting anything less than our money's worth out of this deal."
"Money has never been much of a factor to me," Celestia remarks at this, speaking for herself, "but I'd very much like my sunkissed sendoff to entail as fully-realized an experience as possible for sheer principle's sake, so consider my order the same: I'll have every bit of what my sister'll be having, and preferably then some!"
"Is that to say you think you'll outlast me come time for our climaxes?" Luna questions with a devious smirk, insinuating this as a challenge, while the salon owners nod silently as they resume their customers' suntan lotion applications with the aim of obliging their wish to be rubbed out long and slow.
"Yes:" Celestia tells her sister bluntly, "yes it is. Obviously, I've always had the greater affinity for the sun between us, so it's only natural that my stamina should prove greater when it comes to embracing its hotness completely; it's nothing personal, little sis."
"Well, aren't we the proud one?" Luna mocks playfully in a final expression of friendly sibling rivalry. "Looking to outdo me right to the very end I see! Well, we'll just have to wait until we reach the end of this most luxurious of lines, and see who goes first; I'd ask you what you'd be willing to bet on your allegedly superior stamina, but… well, you know."
"It's clear you're having a good time and know exactly what you want," Lotus observes out loud in encouragement of the ex-lifeguards' remarkably easygoing attitude, "so by all means, try to keep yourselves in that happy place, 'cause we're all gonna be enjoying ourselves here for quite a while!"
"Seeing as this will no doubt amount to the lengthiest session of active servicing we'll ever have conducted, and more than justifiably so with the pedigree of our guests here," Aloe proposes, "what say you we follow their lead? I'll bet you half of what you'll stand to take for this job that I can keep Luna going for longer than you can make Celestia last!"
"Challenge gladly accepted!" Lotus affirms with a smile as both lotionesses continue caressing their respective voluntary victims all the while, never for a moment stopping through all their conversations.

The better part of an hour proceeds to elapse, with Celestia and Luna's massages being lovingly sustained the entire time and the sisters enjoying every last second of the ordeal, which makes for a considerably less fun time in the perspective of their masseuses, who nonetheless keep to exerting the extended effort demanded from them with smiles in the knowledge that they will be amply rewarded for their troubles. Neither of the soon-to-be-sunbathing beauties says all that much more worth noting as they opt to relax and savor their final hour of ecstasy to the fullest extent possible, but far from staying silent, both Celestia and Luna freely express their pleasure throughout the full duration of their treatments via numerous bouts of sighing, panting, giggling, grunting and most of all increasingly immodest moaning. At one point, Luna does think to ask if they're making too much noise, but Aloe and Lotus swiftly assure their clients that they're more than welcome to let it all out, so to speak, without fear of being judged nor bothering anyone.
Time flies for the sensually enveloped sisters, though not so much for those entrusted with giving them their last-ever good time as continuing to massage and apply lotion to them nonstop for such a long period without yet triggering their climaxes proves a significant challenge, but the salon sirens are ultimately able to make the session last well-past their previously lengthiest gigs as its timer passes the fifty-minute mark. By this stage in their tanning experience, Celestia and Luna are indeed looking quite ripely sunkissed all over their utterly oil-soaked skins, and are both quite evidently delirious with overwhelming pleasure, which has mounted to a level where the lotion comprehensively covering their bodies will likely make proper sunbathers out of them before their allotted time is up even if their masseuses cease their manual stimulation entirely. As it stands, Aloe and Lotus have been slowing down their rubbing over the past several minutes out of necessity so as not to bring either sister to a premature finish, in light of their bet as well as a general ambition to test just how long they can manage to draw out the suntanning process.
"Oooooh, come on;" Celestia suddenly starts whining, sounding rather childish in her faltering mental state, "I can't take this teasing anymore! Pick up the pace; go harder, please!"
"Aaaaah, yes:" Luna voices her agreement in quick turn, sounding similarly intoxicated, "we've had quite enough of this foreplay! Let's get on with the main event already; we haven't got all day, you know…"
Aloe and Lotus look to each other, and nod in mutual understanding before doing as instructed as their massage efforts rapidly intensify, reaching their previous peak vigor within seconds before surpassing it in the very next moment and persisting in their escalation with no signs of slowing it.
"Ooooooooohhh!" Celestia gasps as she finds herself getting more than she's bargained for.
"Nyaaaaaaaaahhh!" Luna likewise cries out, sounding almost as though regretting her request for prompt finishing, and by extension her overall decision to visit the salon, where each and every appointment is bound from the start to culminate with what is now happening to both sisters.
Paying no mind to any suggestions of discomfort from their about-to-be-consummated customers as they continue moaning without pause from here on out, each of their beautifully agonized vocalizations growing more exquisite than the last, Aloe and Lotus advance the focus of their application to the final spots on either of their bodies yet in need of lotioning. Teasing these most intimate of areas with standard rubbing only briefly, they then move ahead with delivering the happy ending treatment that inevitably concludes every single one of their massages unto (and indeed into) their respective clients.

Celestia and Luna's terminal discharges are the most voluminous their masseuses have ever had the pleasure of feeling flow forth against their wiggling fingers, and predictably so given the unprecedented amount of love and care put into the preceding buildup, while their orgasm-signifying wails are sharp, short and sweet, likely due to the pair simply being short on breath from all the moaning they've been doing for an inordinate duration of heightening arousal leading up to the last ones they'll ever draw. Blushing profusely as their faces stiffen with sillily smiling looks of total bliss before planting straight downward into their towels as their bodies fall limp in the absolute relaxation of their thusly official sunbathing, the sisters are left sporting lusciously rich finished tans. The sight of all this brings no small degree of delight to their lotionesses, who both spend a fair bit of time simply staring down at the magnum opuses of their massage careers before wheeling them off into the lineup of today's satisfied customers, just as the timer sounds off to indicate that their hour is up. This is Aloe and Lotus's cue to take in the next girls queued to meet their sexy fates at their hands, which they do without delay in keeping with their dutiful work ethic. Forgetting about their bet which has proven a moot point with the seemingly simultaneous climaxing of both Celestia and Luna, both salon operators spend the rest of their day's on-duty hours rubbing out women of their usual clientele while looking forward with equal eagerness to when they can get home and start enjoying the immense profits reaped from their ultimate gig, not to mention the newly-inducted crown jewels of their personal trophy collection of tanned beauties.

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Posted previously at: 2020-10-17T20:03:36 | Posted previously by: AnoneySnufftan