Anon goes to the Spa


                                            (Not mine)

                                            No.36910286

                                            >You were on your way to the Ponyville spa

                                            >That sort of thing wasn't usually your jam, but Rarity gave you a certificate for one free massage and bath.

                                            >Might as well see what her and Fluttershy find so appealing about the place.

                                            >You were going to join them last time they went but Twilight wanted to teach you about "proper pony etiquette".

                                            >You didn't mind going along with it, but you would have liked to spend some time with Flutters and Rarity.

                                            >Oh well, maybe you can catch them next time if this goes alright.


                                            >A bell chimes as you walk through the door.

                                            "Welcome to the Ponyville spa, what can I do for you?"

                                            >The mare behind the counter smiled at you.

                                            >"My friend gave me this certificate here."

                                            >You hand her the piece of paper.

                                            >"It says for a massage and bath?"

                                            "Yep. Our premium package."

                                            >She files away the paper somewhere under the counter.

                                            "There's a changing room and some lockers down the hallway to the right where you can store your stuff. When you're ready, somepony will meet you in room 12 a little further down."

                                            >"Thanks."

                                            "No problem. Have a wonderful time!"

                                            >"Will do."


                                            >You head down the hall to the changing room.

                                            >You remove your clothes and don one of the provided towels.

                                            >The ponies didn't really care about nudity too much, but you were still getting used to it yourself.

                                            >When you enter the room labeled 12, there is already a pony waiting there for you.

                                            >She had a light blue coat with a purple mane, tail tied in a bow.

                                            >Cute mare.

                                            "You can hang your towel up over there."

                                            >She indicates with her hoof.

                                            "Then just lay down on the table here."

                                            >You lose the towel and take a seat on the table.

                                            >It's set down rather low on the ground, you guess to make it easier for the massage pony, at least it seems long enough for your height.

                                            "We'll start the massage with your back first, so if you'll just lay down on your front?"

                                            >"Sure."

                                            >You lay down as the pony looks through her various bottles.

                                            >You close your eyes and wait for the massage to start.

                                            >She squeezes some massage oil on your back and begins to rub.

                                            >You didn't have many worries here in horse land, but any negative thoughts you might have had were wiped away by the hooves working your back.

                                            >She started at the shoulders working in slow circles before working her way down your back.

                                            >A guy could get used to this.

                                            >You were already feeling like a marshmallow by the time the mare said to flip over.

                                            >Slowly, you do so.

                                            >You lay back with a smile on your face as she goes about her business.

                                            "I'll be right back. I'm going to get the bath ready."

                                            >"Alright then. No rush."

                                            >You say with a dreamy tone in your voice.

                                            >If the bath was anything like the massage you knew you were in for a real treat.

                                            >The mare was gone for only about 5 minutes before she returned.

                                            "The bath will begin now. If there's anywhere you'd like me to focus on just let me know."

                                            >"Sure thing."


                                            >The bath begin with a gentle stream of water on your chest.

                                            >It smelled nice, scented with lavender and some other things that you weren't familiar with.

                                            >The perfect temperature, warm but not too warm.

                                            >After she gives your body a brief rinse, she focuses in.

                                            >She starts with your arm, using what feels like her magic to lift it.

                                            >She begins to gently scrub it with a somewhat unusual sponge.

                                            >It was round and puffy and seemed to spray water from the center.

                                            >The spa must have some purpose made tools you suppose.

                                            >You crack your eyes open and turn your head

                                            >What you see surprises you.

                                            >Instead of some kind of brush, the pony is looking over her shoulder at her rear pressed up against your arm.

                                            >Her ponut dragging across your skin as she pushes out a consistent stream of water.

                                            >Her gut is visibly distended from the bath water.

                                            >The pony seems to notice your surprise.

                                            "Is everything alright?"

                                            >"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, is this how spa baths usually go?"

                                            "What do you mean?"

                                            >"You know, with your rear, and the water?"

                                            >She chuckles.

                                            "You must not be very familiar with spas. But to answer your question, only the good ones. Ponies with my special talent are a little hard to come by these days."

                                            >She moves on to your other arm, planting tiny kisses with her ponut all the way up and down.

                                            >"Oh. If you don't mind my asking, what is your special talent?"

                                            "I'm a bath pony. My talent is mixing up the perfect combination of scents for the best possible experience. Oh, and also being able to hold a lot more water than most ponies."

                                            >She rubs her belly, heavy with water, with her hoof.

                                            >"Does that... "

                                            >You indicate with your free arm.

                                            >"...hurt at all?"

                                            >She chuckles again.

                                            "Not at all. In fact it feels rather nice to practice my skill."

                                            >Cautiously you ask:

                                            >"How do you, keep it clean?"

                                            >She smiles at you.

                                            "Spa school teaches you these things. A simple spell is all it takes."

                                            >"Ah."

                                            >Curiosity satisfied, you decide to go back to relaxing, though eyes open this time.

                                            >You watch as she rubs her ponut into every place on your body.

                                            >The puffy ring taking care of the business of scrubbing.

                                            >Despite the strain the positioning must put on her legs, she seems to have no issue perfectly positioning her pony ponut each time.

                                            >It's quite the thing to behold.

                                            >Everyplace her ponut goes, you get almost a tingling feeling just from the contact.

                                            >Even with the extremely cute mare rubbing her ponut up against you, you do feel genuinely relaxed.

                                            >That ponut of hers does magic to you, figuratively of course.

                                            >You get lost in her motions.

                                            >You can feel your skin pull on the ponut as it moves around, the very careful and focused opening of her ring to let out just the right amount of water.

                                            >It felt so nice.

                                            >You were a bit in a daze when the pony informed you that the bath was complete.

                                            "All done, I hope you enjoyed?"

                                            >You look at her, gut no longer distended.

                                            >"Yes. Very much so. Best bath I ever had."

                                            "That's very kind of you sir! I hope that means we'll see you again sometime?"

                                            >"Definitely."

                                            >As you go to retrieve your things, you reflect on the experience.

                                            >A massage and bath, it certainly delivered.

                                            >You felt incredibly relaxed and very clean.

                                            >You also had a boner.