I’ve never been to a sauna before. I’ve seen them in movies and TV, but never been to one myself. Never really saw the appeal in it. Sure, there’s the relaxation element, and the massages, but also mud baths? Weird.

Then again, I’m in a mud bath right now, currently mulling over just why this is good for anyone. I can’t see at the moment, due to my eyes being covered by cucumbers, and I can’t move my face too much, as there’s a facial mask attached to it. Ms. Harshwhinny is in the bath next to me. As much as I’m complaining right now, the thought of her body covered in mud does sound rather hot in its own special way.

Still, the question remains…

“How is this helping?” I ask, trying not to move my face as much as possible.

“It’s meant to help relieve tension in the muscles, and any aching joints.” she responds with a matter of fact tone.

“Isn’t that what the massage is for?”

“That’s just to sweeten the deal. Don’t talk too much, you’ll crack the mask.”

“One more question. What about the cucumbers?”

“I…” she pauses for what feels like a while, “…I have no clue. And no, you can’t eat them when you’re done.”

“Well, that sucks.”

I can’t see her, but I can hear a chuckle come from her.

The spa we’re in right now is in Manehattan, and it’s considered the finest spa in Equestria, with the only main competitor in quality coming from a place in Ponyville; a town in which I’m told also houses the multiple time saviors of Equestria, including that Rainbow Dash girl we discussed last night. With such famous mares living in such a small town, I should make a point to visit some time, if I have any down time after the Equestria Games.

It’s quiet again. The only real sound that is heard is the soft music coming from the speakers in the walls. I have to say, that’s the main thing that’s making me feel relaxed. The soft vocals of the singer, the slow tempo of the beat, I think that’s what’s causing this weird mud bath to have some sort of effect on me.

After fifteen more minutes, the timer dings, and we are free to move about freely. I first remove the cucumbers. I’m briefly tempted to eat them, but now they’re covered in mud. As for the face mask, I was told to remove it slowly. It doesn’t feel particularly great, as it’s taking some facial hair with it, but I can’t help but wonder what it’s like for ponies. Once it’s off, I turn to see Ms. Harshwhinny is halfway through her mask removal. I freeze in place, staring at that amazingly toned figure covered in mud.

“I can feel your eyes on me.” Ms. Harshwhinny says bluntly.

“S-Sorry.” I blush, looking away.

“I didn’t say you had to look away.” she fires back, somehow knowing that I looked away from her. “After all, you’ve seen it before. Without mud, of course.”

“True.” I look back, “You want me to help with the mask?”

“No, thank you. I’ve done this before. Besides, the employees are already curious as to why we’re in the same spa together.”

“They won’t gossip, will they?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve paid them handsomely for their confidentiality.”

“So, what comes next?”

“Next, will be a massage.” she says, finished taking the mask off her face. “I’m not an expert myself, but I know your muscles are awfully tense.”

“How do you…” I trail off, catching the look in her eyes. She has had her hands all over me during the past few days. Of course she would know if my muscles were tense. “Oh…right.”

Then, the door opens, and a couple of spa ponies, both earth mares, come running in with fresh towels. One goes to Ms. Harshwhinny, wrapping one around her body, while the other comes to me, and hands over a towel. The mare gives me a sharp look, no doubt noticing that I was staring at Ms. Harshwhinny’s body.

After I’m cleaned off with a quick hot shower, I am taken to the massage parlor, where the same mare who gave me a sharp look is waiting for me.

“Hello. My name is Aloe.” she says in an interesting accent that sounds almost Transylvanian. “Please lie down.”

I do so, laying on my stomach, with my head through that hole thing that all massage beds have. I don’t see what she’s doing, but I hear her slather liquid on her hands. Soon, I feel her warm palms massage my back. She is firm, but also gentle at the same time. It feels very nice.

“Comfortable?” she asks.

“Yes. Thank you.” I reply softly. "I've never had a massage before."

"I can tell. Your muscles are very tense. You must use them quite a lot for activities."

"Only what is necessary. I wasn't aware I was stressing them."

"Don't worry, having tense muscles isn't completely bad, but it's good that you are here." her tone with me is pleasant and friendly. Unlike the look she gave me earlier, which seemed to suggest judgement. “By the way, I’m sorry for giving you that look earlier.” Speak of the devil, I was just thinking about it.

“It’s fine.”

“No. That was unprofessional of me. It’s not my business to judge who Lady Harshwhinny brings with her on her spa days.”

“Oh, she’s brought others?”

“Only once. A very long time ago. She brought a stallion here for a similar treatment. He was…in a word…uncouth. I suppose seeing you made me think it was going to be similar. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry that you were treated so poorly.”

“There’s no need to apologize for things that aren’t your fault.”

“Ms. Harshwhinny tells me the same thing. It’s a habit of mine.”

“Well, it tells me that you’re kind, which already makes me like you better than that other stallion." she giggles. "Tell you the truth, I was surprised that Lady Harshwhinny came with company. You must be quite the charmer.”

“I’m her assistant.”

“Nopony and nobody is able to look at Lady Harshwhinny’s naked figure like you did, and JUST be her assistant.”

“Maybe I’m just a really close assistant.”

“You’re funny. Don’t worry, we won’t tell anypony or anybody about this. Not here, or in Ponyville.”

“You live in Ponyville?”

“Yes. I run a spa over there with my sister. Lady Harshwhinny calls us over for special appointments such as this. I have to say, I haven’t seen her in such a good mood. Have you done anything special to make her this way?”

“Perhaps. I’m not telling.” I smile and play coy.

“Well, whatever it is that you’re doing, don’t stop.” I hear her chuckle.

“I don’t plan to.” I smile.

Once Aloe is finished, I am able to get up from the table. She leads me out the door, and into a corridor, where I see a line of doors. They have numbers on them. Simple numbers, like Door #1, Door #2, all that. We go down the corridor, all the way to door number 6. When we stop, Aloe and I talk for a couple more minutes, mainly about her time as a masseuse, and if she enjoys the work. She tells me that she loves her job, even if some of her clientele can be a bit…shall we say…perverted with the massages. She tells me that those clients are few and far between, and when someone does get a bit needy, she kicks them out with a deceptively kind smile.

After a few minutes, another spa pony comes in, with Ms. Harshwhinny, clean and wrapped in a towel. They walk to us, with the second spa pony looking at us with a grin.

“Getting to know the assistant, Aloe?” she asks.

“Nothing like that, Lotus Blossom. We both know who he belongs to.” she chuckles, looking to Ms. Harshwhinny, who stands with authority, but the blush remains.

“I have your word about your confidentiality?” Ms. Harshwhinny asks.

“Of course.” Lotus Blossom replies, “Our lips are sealed. Now then…” she walks past me, to the door. When she opens it up, a waft of steam comes out. I can feel the warmth emanating from the room. She turns to me. “By the way, do you have any heart conditions, blood pressure problems, or are in reasonably good health?”

“No heart conditions, no problems with blood pressure, and last week, my doctor said that I’m as healthy as a…well…as a healthy human.” I chuckle, refraining from saying the age old 'healthy as a horse' cliche.

“Good. Then that means you and Lady Harshwhinny will be able to stay in for about twenty minutes. Once the doors close, I’ll start the timer.” as she walks past me, she turns by around. “Oh, by the way, I know it might be tempting, but please no funny business in there. We like to keep our saunas clean.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod, though, truth be told, I am a bit disappointed. Sex in the sauna sounds pretty amazing. I can see Ms. Harshwhinny looks disappointed too.

“Okay, in you two go.” she gestures to the open door. Ms. Harshwhinny and I walk in. “Have fun, but most of all…relax.” she closes the door. At the top of the door, I see a timer starting at twenty minutes.

I turn to look at the sauna before us. It’s a pretty spacious room, with the steaming rocks in the center, along with a bucket of water that contains a big ladle to spill the water on the coals. Ms. Harshwhinny looks at me, with her hoof scratching the back of her leg in nervousness. Every time I see her cold exterior break, making way to this nervous mare, I can’t deny how cute of a sight it is. To be the only one to see her like this is a joy, and it only makes her serious side when we are working together even more desirable.

“So, what’s the purpose of the sauna?” I ask her.

“Much like the massage, it’s meant to decrease muscle tension, along with cleansing the body of any potential toxins.” she nods, going to one of the benches. I follow her to it. “Basically, we are meant to relax.”

“Sounds good.” My eyes scan her up and down. “You seemed disappointed when Lotus said no funny business.”

“I was. I can only image what such a place may bring for us. For the best. It could make our blood pressure go too high.” she smirks “Then again…it sounds a bit exciting.” Her face then goes into a look of disappointment, and lets out a sigh. “Still, it’s best not to disobey their rules.”

In an instant, she takes off her towel, placing it on the bench. My eyes nearly pop out, not expecting that in the slightest. She looks back at me, noticing my look of shock and delight. She smiles again, only with a bit more deviousness to it.

“What?” she says, “You didn’t expect me to be in my towel when I’m with you, did you?”

“A little bit, but, please, don’t put it back on on my account.” I chuckle. Following her lead, I take my towel off, and lay it down next to hers. The two of us take a seat, and lay back to take in all the steam. The place is hot and humid, but is oddly relaxing at the same time. More so that I have Ms. Harshwhinny relaxing right next to me. I look at her, seeing that her eyes are closed, letting out deep sighs of relaxation. My eyes again move down her body, watching her breasts heave up and down with each breath, and her thighs rub against each other slightly with every small movement of her legs. Sweat pours down my face, whether it’s from the humidity, or my own arousal, it doesn’t matter.

“I can feel your eyes on me, again.” Ms. Harshwhinny says in a deadpan tone. “Not that I mind at all, but it’s rather noticeable, even when I’m not looking at you.” Her eyes gradually open, and her gaze falls on me.

“I can’t help it. You’re…beautiful.” My words make her cheeks turn red for a brief moment. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold up my end of the bargain.”

“Seems like a part of you has other plans.” she chortles, looking downwards at my lap. I follow her eyes to see my erection. That’s the second time this week that I got a boner and didn’t notice it. I stammer in my reaction, but before I can say anything, she chuckles. “It’s okay.” she says “I think it’s quite flattering. It lets me know that you are still attracted to me.”

“You sound like we’ve been together for years.”

“Technically we have. Tell me, did you ever get aroused when we were together, and had to hide it from me?”

“Y-Yes.” I’m continuing my habit of being honest with her. “When we visited Appleloosa, your sweat made your shirt cling to your body, and I saw the outline of your bra. I already thought of you as attractive, and seeing you like that…well…it made me go a bit nuts.”

“Ah, so that’s why when I turned to you for notes, you were sitting down with your laptop on your lap.” she chuckles. She sits up, palming at the fur on her thigh. “May I…request something of you?”

“Sure.”

“You can tell me if I’m overstepping any boundaries, but…would you mind…resting your head on my lap?”

My knee jerk response is to slam my head down on her lap and feel every inch of her, but I think she genuinely wants to relax. I don’t give a verbal response, but slowly shift myself into position, and lay my head down on her lap, with me facing upwards. Her lap feels like the rest of her, firm but lovely. Her palm comes down, and caresses my hair, running her fingers through it with a gentle touch. It seems like this has been on her mind for quite some time.

“How long have you wanted to do this?” I ask her.

“A while. I told you, I’ve had a fondness for you for quite some time. This was one of my fantasies.”

“Petting me?”

“Do you not like it?”

“No, I love it. I’m really appreciating the view.”

“Oh, are you now?” she laughs “What about it is so great?”

“Well, when I look up, I see three amazing things, and when I look to my right…” my head turns to look at her vulva, but her hand bring me back to her. She doesn’t look offended, but genuinely playful.

“Okay, okay. I’ll bite. What three things?”

“Hmmm…” I think. I reach up, and palm her left breast. Her eyes close in response, along with a pleasured sigh. “One…” my hand then goes to her right breast. Her breathing gets heavier. “Two…” I then lean move my hand between her breasts, all the way to her face. I caress her cheek, as her breathing is at its peak. “Three…”

“You really know what to say to me, don’t you?”

“Actually, I’m just talking off the top of my head. Is it too much?”

“No. I like it.” she smiles. I put my hand down, and rest it on my leg. “So, be honest, did Aloe attempt to woo you with her massaging skills?”

“No. I think she knows not to try and mess with me.”

“Good. I’d hate to lose you to somepony good with her hands.”

“You’re good with your hands.” I grin, “We did talk a bit about you, though.”

“What about?”

“She told me that you brought someone here a few years back.” Just then, her caress of my hair ceases. The look on her face tells me everything I need to know. It’s a look of guilt and regret. I touched a nerve. Shit. “I’m sorry. I…”

“It’s fine. I…do you mind if we don’t talk about it?” her voice is soft, but pained.

“Yes, yes of course. I didn’t mean…”

“There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m…not quite there, yet, that’s all.” her hand goes back to caressing me. “Is that okay? I don’t want to withhold information from you, but…”

“Take all the time you need.” I assure her, using a hand to touch her waist. That look of pain on her face soon makes away to a small smile, like her troubles are melting away. She looks down, looking deep into my eyes, with that lovely smile on her face.

“Do you think we’re going too fast? All this. It’s not too quick, is it?”

“I admit, it is a little quick. But, we’ve practically have spent the last year getting to know one another. I feel like we know each other pretty well at some point. I know how you like your coffee, that’s got to count for something.” I joke. She chuckles at the crack.

“I know that you can be…how do you say…a dork.” she utters, trying not to laugh at the mere word.

“You mean like that time I was talking with Kevin about who would win in a fight, Captain Equestria or Iron Mare?”

“And I walked in on the conversation.”

“Kevin looked so scared.”

“You just looked surprised. When I went back into the office, I did smile at your enthusiasm. Full disclosure, my bits are on Captain Equestria.”

“How come you rarely smile when you're in public?”

“Because I have an image to maintain. If I smiled all the time, I wouldn’t be as intimidating. Looks at this physique. I’m built!”

“Well, you certainly aren’t lacking in modesty.” I grin.

“Please. My face could use some improvement. But, it’s unavoidable, given my age.”

“You’re not old.”

“Yes, but I do have a wrinkle or two.”

“Where?”

“Sit up.” she says. I do. “Look at my face. Can you see the bags under my eyes? The crow’s feet? Don’t lie to me, they’re there.”

I look closely at her face. True, there is the hint of bags under her eyes, but they are far less prominent now, than they were before we slept together. The crow’s feet, however, I legitimately can’t find. I squint my eyes, but I see nothing.

“The bags are there, but I can’t see any crow’s feet.”

“Look closer. There’s no way you can…”

I silence her with a kiss. She muffles in surprise, but it doesn’t take long before she settles and kisses me back. Her hands move to my back, and start their normal routine of caressing me. She is gentler now, probably because I got a massage earlier, but she still lightly scratches my flesh with her nails. I lay her on her back, and move on top of her, kissing her lips, followed by her neck. With her mouth free, she moans in pleasure as I nibble on her neck, and fondle her body. My hand travels down her waist, and touch her thighs, before settling on her ass.

“You know we can’t.” she whispers between moans. “You know how I get when you’re doing this.”

She’s right. Whenever we make love, her orgasms are quick as they are powerful. If Aloe or Lotus Blossom were to come in and see the mess we made…well…there’s a chance we would be reprimanded, worse, we would be banned from coming back.

Unless…

I travel down her body, kissing every part of it. Her shoulders, her breasts, her navel, her inner thighs, until I stop at her leaking sex, already dripping onto her towel. I make no effort to warn her, as I drive my tongue into her tight pussy. Ms. Harshwhinny moans loudly, and gyrates her hips the moment my mouth makes contact. My tongue moves around her inner walls, and my hands grab onto her thighs, as I lap up every single drop from her.

My eyes glance up, and I see Ms. Harshwhinny grabbing her breasts in pleasure, and her hips moving up and down, as if attempting to get my tongue deeper into her. I do my best, tasting her insides, and finding her oh so delicious. My member is rock hard, and I am tempted to abandon all sense and drive myself into her, but I have to remember…not a single drop.

“Oh…Sweet Celestia…” Ms. Harshwhinny pants, “I’m…I’m gonna…”

I keep licking her. I keep caressing her. She’s actually lasting longer than usual. I know she’s fighting it. Her walls are squeezing my tongue. Her delectable scent sneaks into my nose, and I take it all in. Her breathing get louder and louder, until finally, she lets out a long and audible moan, as I feel her insides tightening, and a torrent of liquid enters my mouth. Her sexual juices squirt into me, and I drink it in. She tastes wonderful, like sweet nectar. How does it taste so good? Well, it might have something to do with her steady diet of fruit. Whatever it is, I'm determined to drink every last drop.

Within what feels like a minute of lapping her up, she is done, letting out a noise of relaxation. I remove my mouth from her, and sit back on the bench. Her hands are still on her breasts, caressing herself.

“You…” she softly says “…I can’t believe you did that.” her tone sounds like she's more impressed than anything.

“It’s okay. I got everything.” I say, admittedly with a bit of smug satisfaction. Suddenly, Ms. Harshwhinny sits up, places her hands on my shoulders, and sends me down onto my back. “Woah!” I yelp.

“My turn.” she licks her lips. She does what I did, kissing every inch of me, coming down to my hardened cock. With little warning, she licks my shaft, from the base to the tip. I look down, and watch her lick me with vigor, before shoving every last inch of me down her throat.

“OH MY-!” my eyes widen and body tenses, as Ms. Harshwhinny bobs her head up and down, as my cock moves in and out of her mouth. Every few bobs, she rises up, and licks my tip softly, before going back to work. Every time she does her lick, she strokes me and looks into my eyes with all of her seductive power, and it only serves to make me even harder than I already am.

I feel her breasts pushing down on my legs, and the thought of removing her mouth from my cock and shoving it between those two bountiful mounds plays in my mind like a movie projecting on the big screen. It sounds like an amazing fantasy, but I can’t act it out. Not here. Not in this sauna.

Honestly, I don’t know how much longer I can last. Being with her last night, unable to make love to her, has made me pent up, and I don’t think it’ll be long until I eventually climax inside her mouth. Then again, from her movements, and that look she’s giving me, I think she wants me to do it as soon as possible.

“Come on…” she says softly, licking my tip, and taking a few drops of pre-cum “I know you want to.”

Shit, it’s like she’s reading my mind, and knows how much I am struggling. Well, it’s either that, or the very noticeable teeth clenching and audible grunting that I’m doing. Either of the two would probably clue her in about the inner struggle going on inside my body.

I can't take much more. Any attempt to struggle will just buy me a couple more seconds at the very least. I let out a loud moan, as I slam my fist down on the bench, and thrust my hips upwards, shoving all of me into Ms. Harshwhinny's mouth. Within an instant, my shaft spasms, and I cum into her throat. Ms. Harshwhinny is surprised at first, but each successive blast of semen makes her relax, and she closes her eyes, and drinks it all in. It feels like a lot is coming out of me, but I don't think she cares that much, judging how happy she looks right now.

After what felt like a minute, Ms. Harshwhinny releases my cock from her mouth, licking away any drops that nearly got away. My erection finally subsides, which feels good, since it was hard the moment she took her towel off. I sit back up, as Ms. Harshwhinny licks her mouth of any more of my seed.

"That's the first time I've ever done something like that." she says after a few moments of silence.

"Really?" I'm surprised. "You seemed to know what you were doing."

"Well, I had some...visual training." she looks at me with embarrassment. Wait...is she implying what I think she's implying?

"Have you...watched porn?"

"Perhaps." she says cryptically, with a face that tries to hide the truth. Yeah, she watched porn. "At any rate, that was...pleasing. I'm not against doing that again at some point." The fact that she's trying to act professional while completely naked is extremely sexy right now. "Do you mind if we spend the time we have left relaxing?"

"Not at all."

"Good." she nods, laying back and closing her eyes. Now we're back in the position where we started. With her arcing her back, and me staring at her naked figure. I'm don't think I'll ever get tired of it. "I can feel your eyes again. I like it."

Once the twenty minutes were up, we were let out by Aloe. Our little session has gone unnoticed, and the two of use get dressed and head back into the office, refreshed and prepared for a couple more hours of non-work. Fridays are usually the least busy, but that's what Ms. Harshwhinny likes.

The two of us enter the office, and her presence commands the room like always. Every employee she passes by greets her, and she only nods, rather than verbally responding. Ms. Harshwhinny goes into her office, and shuts the door, not addressing me like always. I'm fine with that, considering what happens behind closed doors.

"Hey man." Kevin comes walking to my desk "You look refreshed."

"Ms. Harshwhinny had a spa day. I got my own appointment as well."

"Awesome. How was it?"

"It was...relaxing." I smile.

"I hear the spas in Manhattan have unisex steam rooms. Did you get one with Ms. Harshwhinny?"

"What do you think?" I say in a convincing 'are you kidding me?' tone.

"Yeah, she'd probably kick the shit out of you if you tried peaking."

"I like my job too much to risk it." I laugh.

"So...did you get any...you know...special treatment with the masseuse?" his eyebrows go up and down, heavily implying naughty stuff with all the subtlety of a freight train.

"Ha. No. No I did not." I tell a half truth. "I heard the last time it happened, the masseuse kicked their ass out of the spa."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Pretty brutal."

"Wow. Nevermind." he chuckles nervously. "I'll leave you to it, then. Oh, by the way. Has Ms. Harshwhinny said anything about me? Like...is she suspicious of Crystal and I?"

"No. She hasn't mentioned anything."

"Okay, good. We're trying to keep it on the down low, so if you notice anything, let me know."

"No problem." I nod. Kevin walks back to his desk.

Oh, Kevin. If only you know what's been going on with Ms. Harshwhinny and I. You'd really flip your lid. You'll never find out, but it would be funny to imagine.