Relaxation
The bell over the door to Blossom Day Spa tinkled as a tall light blue unicorn mare entered the main lobby to the clean and tidy looking establishment. The employee at the front desk -a beige coated earth pony mare with a short dark pink mane- glanced up from her clipboard, commencing her usual greeting of “Welcome to Blossom Day Spa! How can I-” She paused, taking in the sight of the other before letting her lips curl up into a grin. “Oh, Miss Speckle Shine! Long time no see. What brings you here?”
The unicorn flashed a quick smile of her own, using a finger to push a twisted strand of royal blue and silver hair out of her sapphire colored eyes as she stared at her friend. “Not much, Rose Gold. I went hiking with a few of my friends yesterday and Celestia am I sore. I figured some time to relax would do me some good.”
Rose nodded, glancing back down to her clipboard briefly, her golden irises then snapping back up to look at the other female. “Sounds to me like you need a massage treatment. And, luckily for you, a spot just opened up. Mr. Ember Hooves is the specialist for today, I believe?” She shrugged her shoulders. “He’s fairly new here, so I don’t really know what he’s like.” Then, she smirked. “But...I’ve heard he’s quite the looker.”
Speckle raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Is that so? Well then, it seems that I will have to gauge that for myself.”
The earth pony beamed, reaching under the desk to retrieve a few crisp white towels, handing them to the mare. “You let me know how it goes. Oh, and the massage rooms are down the hall to the right.”
“Thanks, Rose. And don’t you worry. I’ll give you every detail.”
The room was quiet as Speckle slipped inside, and she glanced around the small space. Her ears twitched as soft music played from a speaker in the far corner of the room. The walls were painted a sky blue, giving the area a bright tone. A few candles were scattered around, filling the air with the pleasing scent of tropical flowers. The mare inhaled and sighed deeply, beginning to feel relaxed already. She then jumped as the previously closed door behind her suddenly opened, whirling around as she took a step back. A figure that seemed taller than her stepped in, giving her a slightly surprised look. “Oops, sorry Miss. I didn’t know that you were standing behind the door.”
“I-It’s fine. Just wasn't expecting you to come in so quickly, that’s all.” This slightly awkward encounter gave Speckle a bit of time to examine the newcomer. It was a cherry red coated earth pony stallion, his short ombre yellow and orange mane hanging just over a pair of dazzling ruby eyes. A tan polo with the spa’s logo embroidered on one side rested snugly on his torso, showing off his broad chest and accenting muscular shoulders. Tight looking black pants squeezed at his hips, and his long tail swayed to and fro nonchalantly. He too had a clipboard with him, and he pulled it out from where it was held in between his arm and side, reading over the names that were on the sheet of paper that said clipboard gripped onto.
“Speckle Shine, is it?” Something about listening to the low yet soothing rumble of his voice made the unicorn start to feel a bit hot under the collar of her shirt, so she settled for a nod. The stallion smiled warmly. “Pleasure meeting you, Miss Shine. You can call me Ember if you’d like.” He held out a hand to her, which she shook a little too quickly.
“N-nice to meet y-you too…” she managed to mumble out, trying to fight the urge to rip off the male's shirt and run her hands all over his chest, a faint blush on her cheeks. She blushed harder when he held up one of her hands and pressed it to his lips. The simple touch was enough to get her tail to start thrashing around, so she yanked her hand back like it had been thrusted into boiling water, holding it close to her chest.
Ember looked up at her, eyes widening. He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. “Heh, sorry. I don't know what came over me there. I’ll...go let you get changed…” With that, he was gone, leaving her alone. Speckle ran her fingers through her mane, exhaling sharply. There was absolutely no reason for her to get this… ecstatic about seeing a male! Unless… She frantically slid a hand under the waistband of her jeans and pressed a finger against her panties. They were damp.
“Darn it,” she hissed. She was in Heat. Under normal circumstances, she would be locked away at home, waiting for the constant yearning to breed to subside before she dared to socialize with others. But now, with it deciding to flare up in the most inopportune of times, she had a decision to make. She could just leave, pretend like nothing happened. But that would mean Ember would most likely think that it was him who scared her off. She shook her head. The stallion seemed nice enough, and maybe the massage would help to decrease the urges.
With the plan set, she stripped down to her underwear, taking one of the towels that was given to her earlier and wrapping it around her torso, going over to the padded massage table that sat in the room's center. Laying down on it, she sighed softly as her body sank into the cushion, resting her head onto a small white pillow that was in front of her. Mere seconds later, the door swung open again, this time a tad more slowly than the first. Celestia, just hearing the door clicking shut made the mare’s heart race. She was going to be stuck in a room with an attractive stallion for the next hour and a half. Already her body was trembling, and he hadn't even touched her yet. Speckle's ears caught the sounds of movement from behind her. Turning her head, she watched as Ember pulled out a couple of bottles of some sort of oil from a basket he had brought in. He glanced over in her direction.
“I see that you've gotten comfortable. Just give me a second and I'll be right over.”
No, please. Take your time. It's not like my entire being is literally begging to get rutted by you, the unicorn thought, rolling her eyes. The stallion made his way to the massage table after a few seconds, placing the bottles onto a nearby side table. “Alright, so would you like to start with the front or the back today?”
Speckle's heart skipped a beat at the question. She hadn't thought about that until now. Each side posed an array of issues. But since time was limited, she blurted out, “Back, please.”
A bottle of oil was then opened, and the mare hissed quietly as the cold liquid was squeezed onto her bare back once he carefully undid the towel covering it. It settled on the center of her spine before spreading out and trickling down her sides. She bit her lip hard to hold back a groan as Ember’s hands lightly rested on her skin. They glided up and down, spreading the oil around until her back glistened. Suddenly the liquid started to feel warm, and really nice. Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers then pushed down into her aching muscles, feeling for any knots. She felt her shoulders drop as he slowly kneaded her shoulder blades, releasing a pressure that she never knew that she was holding until then. It was like she was floating among the clouds, each knot that was rubbed out sending her up higher and higher… until it stopped.
Speckle opened her eyes wearily, feeling drowsy all of a sudden. She then felt a hand lightly pat her lower back, hearing Ember's voice softly murmur, “It's time to roll over, Miss Shine.” Her face flushed, cheeks burning as she slowly changed positions, now resting on her back. She swore she caught the male staring at her breasts as they jiggled from her movement then settled back into place underneath the towel, but then noticed that he was looking at her face, a small grin on his lips. “It's rare that I get to massage anyone this... intriguing.”
Her cheeks blushed deeper. “I-I'm sorry?”
The stallion chuckled. “Not one for compliments, I see. Well, let me show you.”
His fingers suddenly dug into her hips, causing her to inhale sharply. When they began to move simultaneously in a circular motion, she couldn't hold it back any longer and let out a soft, barely audible moan, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment afterwards. “D-do you do this with all of your customers?”
“Nope. You’re the first. Though I feel like you're liking this sort of attention, aren’t you?”
Speckle whimpered desperately as a response, her tail flicking upwards. “Y-yes…”
Ember smirked, lifting his hands. “I figured. Even the most resilient of mares get flushed and flustered on their Heat.”
So he knew. Great. The unicorn sighed in exasperation. “Guess it was obvious, huh?”
“Possibly. But I don’t mind. After all, you came here to be relieved of your aches and pains, yes?” The mare nodded. “Then it’s completely natural to feel a little pleasure in the process. And, if you want...maybe we could meet at the coffee shop down the street around eight? I’d like to get to know you better.”
Speckle’s eyes opened, and then narrowed. “Is this your way of asking me on a date?”
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. That’s up to you. I’m just wondering if you will accept.”
She pondered on it for a minute, shrugging her shoulders. “How about you finish things up here, and then we’ll see.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The mare stretched as she strolled down the hall to the front desk, the bones in her back popping. Rose was on her like a tick on a dog, wrapping her arms around her waist as she looked up at the taller female with excitement. “You’re back! How’d it go?”
Speckle smiled, gently pushing the earth pony off. “Well…” She then pulled out a card from her jean pocket, showing it to her. Said gal practically squealed in delight, snatching the card out of her hand.
“He gave you his card?!”
“You seem more surprised than I am.”
The mare smiled sheepishly, handing the piece of cardstock back over. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a romantic... and my coworkers say I’m a little nosy… but I can’t help it! Sitting at the front desk, you hear all sorts of things, some you wish you hadn’t. But that’s what makes the job fun! Gotta have a little spice, right?”
“Er, right...listen, I’ve gotta go... I’ll catch you again sometime, ok?”
“Sure thing. Bye now!”
The coffee shop was rather small but quaint, and the pair sat across from each other in a booth. Ember was in the middle of explaining how he came to start working at Blossom when Speckle visibly stiffened. He tilted his head slightly out of confusion when she pinched the spot in between her eyebrows, heaving a sigh. “You alright?”
The unicorn waved a dismissive hand at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Continue.”
The earth pony wasn’t convinced. “Something’s bothering you, I can tell. What is it?”
The heat that bloomed in her cheeks burned harder, not wanting to delve into such a personal subject, but since he asked... ‘Well....I’m kind of… er…”
“I can’t wait forever,” Ember stated flatly.
“I’m… in a state of arousal,” she finally blurted, quickly squeezing her eyes shut afterwards. There was a beat of silence, before she slowly cracked one open. The stallion across from her simply smiled, as if she hadn’t said anything so out of the ordinary.
“I think that’s already been addressed,” he noted with a slight shrug. “And frankly, it’s not something you, or any mare for that matter, should be ashamed of. Now, if you want to do something about it, then I’m all ears.”
Speckle bit her lip shyly before nodding once. “I may have a few ideas…”
The mare sighed contently as Ember’s lips found their place on the side of her neck, eyes lidding. She had been surprised when he agreed to her ‘sneaky' plan, which was slipping back into the spa after hours for a private massage session, though at this rate, she had a pretty good feeling that things were bound to go farther than that. Her fingers weaved into his mane as he pushed her deeper into the padded table underneath her, breath hitching when he nipped at the exposed skin just above her collarbone. They both were still clothed, but that would change very quickly once they got into it. Her eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, admiring the way the light from the candles that he had lit earlier illuminated his face in a soft manner. She then noticed that he was looking down at her too, gentle yet alluring gaze kickstarting her heart into beating a little faster. When this was over with, maybe, just maybe, she could give him a chance in the whole relationship department. But for right now, she wanted only one thing: for this damn Heat to be sated.
Speckle’s ears lifted to hear the stallion murmur, “Ready to get started?” A quick nod was her answer, far too caught up in the moment to think about making sentences. Instead, she helped him lift up the shirt still covering her torso, absentmindedly letting it slip off the table to fall onto the tiled floor. Ember’s warm hands were on her hips in an instant, leaving her breathless when they trailed up her sides at a snail's pace, feeling out every contour and curve he could reach.
Next thing she knew, his shirt was off as well, granting her access to touch his body as well, something she figured very few got the chance to do...as far as she knew. Her curious fingers ran along his broad shoulders first, then gliding down his chest before settling on his clothed thighs, which she was about to unclothe if he wouldn't. The second she grabbed at the belt buckle keeping his pants secure, however, his hand clamped down on her wrists, giving her a mockingly stern glare.
“Not yet,” he said curtly, earning a startled squeak when he suddenly flipped her over, roughly palming at the back of her own jeans. “Off with these.”
The unicorn’s fur bristled at the command, shimmying out of the tight pair of pants the best she could, what with her practically pinned to the table with little wiggle room. The moment they slid off of her ankles, the stallion’s hands ransacked her long, toned legs after he allowed her to roll onto her back again, not giving her a chance to assess the situation as they squeezed and prodded. Her yelp only coaxes out tighter grips, especially towards the smooth and soft flesh of her thighs. As he got closer to the point where her legs and torso met, the mare’s body began to quiver. Everything had been leading up to this point, and she was more than ready to go through with it. She rocked her hips from side to side in a pleading manner, eyes lighting up in triumph when Ember understood what she was asking for.
His fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties, pulling the dampened garment off in one fluid movement, biting his lower lip in the process. Just the sight of the puffy, pink and open lower lips was enough to make him twitch, the raging boner still tucked in his pants straining against the fabric of his boxers. The sheer warmth that radiated from them from simply tracing over them with a fingertip left the earth pony in awe, now even more curious in feeling her out. A trembling moan left her when he slowly pushed the middle finger of his right hand into a pool of heat and slickness, her walls eagerly clamping down on the digit like it were a cock, milking it even though nothing would come.
The unicorn’s cheeks couldn't be any more rosy as she whimpered desperately when his knuckles bumped against her blooming flower, the combined scent of her sweat and pheromones starting to become more potent than the candles. Figuring it'd be best to continue than to let the poor lass suffer anymore from his teasing, the stallion withdrew his drenched finger until it was just out of her wet folds, then pressed his ring finger against it and push them both back in, faster this time.
The sound of unbridled pleasure that erupted from Speckle as her hips suddenly shot up to shove them even deeper into her as they spread her open wider left him breaking into a pant, watching her raise and lower her hips as she basically rutted herself with his own fingers, wet squelches occasionally sputtering out with each feverish upward thrust. Eventually, though, the quick movements slowed to a halt, the mare growling in slight frustration when her legs got tired, unable to lift herself anymore to get the job done. Her breath came out in hot puffs as fluids dribbled from her folds, eyes half shut. Ember gave her a sympathetic smile, deciding to take his cue so her efforts wouldn't be in vain.
His throbbing shaft sprang out from underneath his boxers once he pulled them down, hands fishing for the condom he had in his back pocket when a hand reached out towards him. He turned to find Speckle looking up at him, her eyes reflecting something other than the previous lust and desire that burned in them earlier. It was...softer, more subtle. Yet, he couldn't quite place what it was until she said, “Not tonight, please.” Then it clicked. She was displaying what was to be considered as ‘pre-motherly instincts’, or wanting to be bred and impregnated, which was a common effect associated with Heats. That's why she was here, right? To get that burning itch scratched the only way she knew how? Maybe. But the more he gazed upon her beautiful frame caressed by candlelight, the more his body betrayed his mind, drops of pre falling from his eagerly awaiting tip. After a minute or two of thinking on it, he came to a simple conclusion: screw it. If getting herself sated was what she wanted, than that was what she was going to get.
Leaving the article of clothing where it lay, Ember hoisted one leg onto the table, pulling himself up and hovering over the needy mare underneath him, bending her knees to get better access to the dripping nectar pot that was her nethers, still anticipating to be filled. Shivers coursed up and down his spine when his round head kissed her lower lips, and he shuddered at the feeling of her folds slowly parting to take him in deeper. They both moaned lowly as the rigid cock popped in so effortlessly, Speckle’s legs shaking while she was stretching around the thick shaft nestled within her snatch, and it was still coming. The stallion's fur bristled as beads of sweat began to trickle down his back, losing himself to the heat that enveloped his twitching cock once he finally buried himself to the hilt, taking a moment to catch his breath.
Everything felt so warm, and the pair both felt content in just taking in the moment, feeling each other’s heartbeats, listening to their short, labored breathing. The unicorn's eyes had fallen shut at this point, feeling very relaxed as her walls lovingly squeezed at the gift they had been given, nerves lighting up at every twitch and throb of the warm organ inside of her. She would have stayed in that moment forever if she could, but the clock was ticking, and her urges for release were getting stronger by the minute. “E-Ember,” she breathed, a light smile pulling at her lips when she felt his gaze on her, giving her a low, almost tired sounding hum in response. “I'm ready. Give me all you got.”
The male’s ears perked at hearing that, a pressure that he didn't realize was there sitting just above his lower abdomen, stirring a need to alleviate it. His first few thrusts were slow, testing the waters for how his range of motion checked out. And, judging by the pleased coos and hums bubbling up from the mare as he moved, it seemed to be pretty good. The pressure gradually traveled down to push at his bladder when he accelerated, coaxing a groan out of him while the sounds of creaking from the table and skin slapping against skin filled the air. Speckle's tail curling gasps and moans only urged him to go faster, soon rocking her whole body as his cock pistoned in and out of her like a jackhammer.
Without warning, her walls suddenly clamped down on him all at once, preventing much movement as they gripped his shaft like a vice. Before he had a chance to say anything, the mare’s high pitched, bliss-filled cry rang in his ears while her back arched, a flood of fluids rushing out of her body as she came, drenching him and the cushion underneath her in warmth.
Just like that, the pressure snapped like a rubber band, firing down his shaft like a rocket and erupting into a torrent of seed after his head flared, depositing the hot load directly into her womb. To their surprise, his tip just kept unleashing spurt after spurt of cum, finally stopping when her lower stomach distended, making her look like she had drunk a few too many glasses of water. It took him a minute or two before he could pull out, mind and body both spent. Once his head popped free, a stream of white flowed from the overfilled hole, serving as a reminder for how much he was able to churn out in a short amount of time. Speckle didn't seem to mind though, having fallen fast asleep from rubbing at the spot where his spunk was safely tucked away, a soft grin on her face. She was satisfied at last.
Ember looked her over fondly, carefully sliding off of the table to go retrieve a couple of towels from a nearby cabinet- once his legs regained feeling, of course. One towel was draped over the sleeping mare, cleaning her up in the process, while the other was tied around him, moaning softly as he quickly rubbed at the softening shaft underneath the cloth, getting one last rope to fire out before it was done for the night. Sighing contently, he blew out the burning candles to shower the room in darkness, quietly slipping out to go sleep himself in another room nearby. He knew it was going to be a hassle to get everything cleaned up and back in order once morning hit, but that could wait. Right now, rest was needed. That...and thinking about his new favorite customer.