Rarity takes Fluttershy into the Spa


                                            (Not mine)

                                            No.36906366

                                            >You were walking along with your best friend Rarity

                                            >Had you finally managed to woo her over?

                                            >No, because you are Fluttershy.

                                            >In fact there was no green man at all today because he was busy helping Twilight with something.

                                            >Too bad. You would have liked to invite him to one of your spa days with Rarity.

                                            >Speaking of which, spa day!

                                            >You had been so lost in your thoughts you hadn't even heard what Rarity was saying to you.

                                            "...Oh darling, you simply MUST try it. It's all the rage in Canterlot! I used to make trips just for it, but now it's available HERE in our own spa!"

                                            >"That sounds nice Rarity."

                                            >You hadn’t a clue what she was talking about, but a break from routine was good every once in a while.


                                            >The two of you enter the door to the spa and the pony behind the counter greets you.

                                            Spa pony: "So good to see you again! Are we having the regular?"

                                            "Not today, no, we want your ponut deluxe service."

                                            >Ponut?

                                            >Surely you misheard?

                                            Spa pony: "A fine choice! We just had a real professional come in from out of town. Top notch."

                                            "Where from?"

                                            Spa pony: "Not sure. He doesn't talk much. Honestly I don't think he even knows ponish very well."

                                            "Oh well, as long as he's as good as you say."

                                            >The spa pony leads the two of you into another room.

                                            Spa pony: "The masseur will be with you in a moment."

                                            >She says before leaving the two of you alone.

                                            >In the room are two peculiar looking tables.

                                            >There was a pillow laid at one end, and at the other were two extensions sticking out.

                                            >Were those for your legs?

                                            "Come on darling! Hop on up."

                                            >Rarity had already lain down on her table and was motioning for you to get on the other.

                                            >You do so, gingerly placing each leg onto the holders.

                                            >The position caused your tail to hang down off the side of the table, leaving your marebits exposed.

                                            >"Are you sure about this Rarity? This doesn't seem like any massage I got before."

                                            "That's because it isn't my dear. It's something new, but oh how it feels."

                                            >It wasn't long before the masseur arrived.

                                            >Just like the pony behind the desk said, he didn't speak much.

                                            >In fact he didn't say anything at first.

                                            >He just went about setting up his equipment.

                                            >A tall pole to which he hung two heavy looking bags.

                                            >From these hung tubes to which the pony was attaching what looked to ponut plugs.

                                            >Oh dear.

                                            >Well if Rarity was ok with it..

                                            >It wasn't long before you felt a gloved hoof at your backdoor spreading a sort of lube.

                                            Masseur pone: "Cleanse first."

                                            >"What?"

                                            >No response from the pony.

                                            "He plans to give our rears a bit of a clean first, before we get to the main event."

                                            >"Oh."

                                            >"Will it hurt?"

                                            "I should certainly hope not! Fluttershy my dear, we are in good hooves here. You've got nothing to worry about."

                                            >"Alright then."

                                            >You felt a pressure on your ring, the device not doubt.

                                            >The pony slowly pushed it in.

                                            >It was a curious feeling having yourself stretched in such a way.

                                            >The object got wider and wider until it shrunk back down and popped the rest of the way into you.

                                            >"Oh-oh my."


                                            >You had a moment to get acquainted with the new feeling as the pony did the same to Rarity.

                                            >With the two of you both plugged, the masseur pony turns a lever on the tubes.

                                            >All of a sudden you feel liquid begin to enter your ass.

                                            >"What's that!"

                                            "It's just water my dear Flutters, now just relax. It's going to feel good."

                                            >Feeling a bit shaky you try to do as Rarity suggests.

                                            >Breath in.

                                            >Breath out.

                                            >But you were filling up rather quickly and the pressure in your rear made itself more apparent.

                                            >"Is it really necessary to use so much?"

                                            "Only if you want to get a good stretch in."

                                            >It just kept coming and coming.

                                            >You tried to keep calm but you couldn't help squirm a little.

                                            >Your rear entrance trembled trying to keep a grip on the plug.

                                            >You don't know how much more you can take, you swear you could see yourself swelling slightly.

                                            >"Ra-Rarity."

                                            "Relax."

                                            >Just as you fear it was going to be too much, the masseur pony came and turned the lever again.

                                            >The flow abruptly stopped.

                                            >Even with the flow stopped there was still a significant pressure inside you.

                                            >As the pony undid the tubes from the plugs you could just barely keep it in.

                                            >The two of you lay in this for a few minutes.

                                            >All the while you feel a combination of shaky and sweaty.

                                            >Eventually the masseur arranges some catch buckets and slowly begins to remove the plug.

                                            >When he finally does water spurts from your opening.

                                            >It comes in several bursts, lessening the pressure each time.

                                            >When the flow stopped the masseur dried off any water from the both of you with a towel.

                                            >You let out a sigh of relief.

                                            >You certainly felt cleaner, but also a bit, empty?

                                            >The masseur pony disposes of the waste water in another room.

                                            "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it dear?"

                                            >"I guess not."


                                            >When the masseur returns he has two more plugs, which he sets upon the table.

                                            >He goes over to Rarity first.

                                            >No doubt inserting one of the new plugs.

                                            >When he leaves her, you could hear a buzzing.

                                            >Instead of a plug like Rarity, he just bring the bottle of lube.

                                            Masseur pone: "Hoof, massage."

                                            >With that the pony deposits a fair amount of lube on both his hooves, and your ponut.

                                            >He starts with a light touch at your hole and circles his way out.

                                            >He was firm but moved slowly, working around the ring.

                                            >Every once in a while he pauses at the base of your dock to give some extra attention there.

                                            >Or he'll run his hoof between cheek and ponut, but always returning to the ponut proper each time.

                                            >All this attention has gotten you rather worked up.

                                            >You could feel yourself breathing heavier.

                                            >However much to your horror you could feel another wetness building down below.

                                            >"Ra-Rarity!"

                                            >You say in a forced whisper.

                                            "Mhhmmm yes dear?"

                                            >She says with not the least bit of concern for your urgency.

                                            >"I think, I think I'm leaking. Down THERE."

                                            >Rarity chuckles.

                                            "Happens to everypony darling. In fact, most ponies who work in this field would even consider it a compliment."

                                            >Reaffirmed, but still not completely at ease, you just try to focus on the massage.

                                            >Round and round he goes, switching direction at whim.

                                            >The occasional hooftip dipping inside caught her attention each time.

                                            >This was starting to feel REALLY good.

                                            >And then he stopped.

                                            >You lie there breathing heavily wondering what's next.

                                            >You feel another push at your rear but it doesn’t feel like his hoof this time.

                                            >Must be the other plug from the table.

                                            >Despite being much larger than the last, the extremely relaxed state of your asshole allowed it to easily slide in.

                                            >Then he turned it on.

                                            >It was as if you could feel the vibrations throughout your whole body.

                                            >In, out, in, out, you desperately tried to control your breathing.

                                            >The masseur pone went over to Rarity, her turn for 'Hoof massage".

                                            >The vibrations were getting to you.

                                            >You could feel yourself winking, body desperately wanting release.

                                            >Since masseur pone was busy with Rarity, you could...

                                            >You slowly start to reach a hoof down towards your marehood.

                                            >Surly they won't notice.

                                            >But you wrong.

                                            >WHAP!

                                            >Rarity swats your hoof away.


                                            "Don't you know it's rude to play with yourself Fluttershy! Just enjoy the sensation!"

                                            >You exhale heavily.

                                            >"Oh, okay Rarity."

                                            >It was hard to hold back.

                                            >Your winking grew faster the longer the vibrations went on.

                                            >Your tail was surely drenched.

                                            >It felt like you were squirming almost as much as the plug.

                                            >It was a whole body experience, centered at you ponut.

                                            >Reaching your arms around the table behind you, you held on for dear life as the sensations became almost too much to bear.

                                            >Your chest was heaving and your heart was pounding.

                                            >It then did become too much to bear.

                                            >You came with the force of a hurricane.

                                            >Pussy winking hard, your clit making itself known with each contraction.

                                            >The contractions, they gripped the plug in your ass even tighter making the vibrations even more extreme.

                                            >You couldn't help yourself.

                                            >You let out a long moan as the orgasm wracked you.


                                            >You were coming so long that you were left in a daze by the end of it.

                                            >You hardly noticed when the masseur pone removed the vibrating plug, or went about cleaning up the mess you made.

                                            >You were in such incredible bliss that you just didn't care.

                                            >Eventually though, you felt a hoof at your shoulder shaking you, telling you to get up.

                                            "I mean really now Fluttershy, you couldn't have waited ‘til you got home? I had paid for a whole day of pampering and now we have to leave early because of you."

                                            >She continues to lecture you.

                                            >"Don't care, came hard."