Finally, you’ve saved up enough bits and leave time from your job to finally go on a vacation. After pouring over travel brochures, you finally decide on a destination: the small but burgeoning hamlet of Ponyville. You board an airship, check in at the local hotel, drop off all your stuff. The airship was fast; it’s still afternoon, and you decide to check out one of the more famous attractions: The Ponyville Day Spa. Supposedly it’s been around for some time, but just very recently has skyrocketed in popularity. As you stand before its rather plain doors, you wonder what could be so special about it's 'new methods.' Curiosity leads you to enter, and you push open the door.

The mare at the front desk happily greets you. Except, as becomes apparently clear as you trot towards her, she is not a pony. Well, not all of her at least. Her torso gives way to a beautiful stream of blue and pink scales, arranged neatly in striped patterns, all neatly bundled in massive pile behind the desk. There must be two tons of thick, pillowy serpent tail around her, so much that she was using herself as a seat. You’re spellbound at how the sunlight from the window makes her scales shimmer with every little twitch and shift, with sheens of light racing across her curves like they were some kind of racetrack.

”Ah, you must be new here,” says the receptionist, her voice shattering your trance and bringing your focus up to her face.

You finally notice her eyes are slit, but they still have the same country warmth you’ve been seeing in your brief time here. She explains how the spa has undergone a soft relaunch after the recent trade agreement with Serpentia allowed for the import of transformative snake oil. You’ve heard about that, but make a comment about how those sorts of goods are typically prohibitively expensive. The receptionist chuckles and tells you how business more than makes up for it in the tourist season. It’s the off-season now, but she tells you that the local residents also greatly love the spa’s new...assets. Fortunately, she mentions, this is the slowest time of the day, and they have an open slot for you.

All you just need to do is pick the treatment.

Her serpentine tail springs to life, hovering above your face before twirling around quickly and pointing towards the sign behind her. Your eyes felt magnetized to the tail tip, following it around as it spun and you felt your focus be flung to the board like she had tossed it there. The basic treatment describes a slither rub that will supposedly make your tense muscles relax under their touch. The intermediate treatment involves a full body massage, with a picture of a smiling pony’s head popping out of a bundle of coils. The advanced treatment involves ‘Squeezing the stress from your bones’ as well as optional hypnotherapy. Prices seem steep, but this is a vacation and you’ve already allocated a lot of bits for having fun

Still, the receptionist senses your eagerness, but also notices your reluctance to commit to a more thorough treatment. She giggles, which sends a reverberation along her entire tail.

”If you’re unsure, you can pay up front for the advanced, and we’ll refund you if you don’t end up using those parts of the service,” she says.

After some deliberation, you feel that’s fair, and toss the necessary bits onto the counter. The receptionist’s tail tip curls around a pen and writes some shorthand onto a slip of paper.

”Thank you sir, please go down the hall to room 6b and present this ticket to your masseuse,” she tells you in a chipper tone.

Taking the ticket in your mouth, you trot down the hall. It’s mostly quiet, but you hear the telltale sound of something heavy shifting over tile coming from a lot of these rooms, as well as gentle coos from what you imagine to be other customers. The doors are shut tight, obviously mindful of the customers’ privacy. Some weird, shimmering light is faintly coming from underneath one of the doors that catches you eye for a while. Despite your curiosity, you tear your eyes away and dip into room 6b, the only one that was open.

You step into the warm, humid air of the room. A quick glance reveals that the humidity is due to a giant steaming pool off to the side, with a huge padded table on the other. You look for masseuse, stepping further inside, but she seems to be absent.

Suddenly, you hear a sudden rushing behind you.

”Oh! A customer!” You hear a sweet, sing-songy voice exclaim.

The sound makes you jump, dropping the ticket. With lightning speed, an inky black tail tip swerves around you and plucks the ticket from the air. You turn around to see one of the most beautiful mares you’ve ever seen perusing it. She has a long, straight, electric blue mane with matching eyeshadow, and a light gray coat of fur. Erupting from her torso was a thick and mighty serpent tail, coated with jet-black scales that reflected the light from the fluorescent bulbs above in striking flashes of white. As she studies the ticket, her serpent half continues to slither in, lightly shutting the door simply by pushing her coils up on it. Seemingly satisfied, the mare shifts her gaze to you.

”A new face, but you jump straight into the intermediate treatment with the option for advanced? You’re quite brave,” she says a somewhat sultry tone. “But, don’t worry. We at the Ponyville Day Spa know how to properly treat a pony after a long day.”

Her coils shift to further splay themselves in the room, and for a second you could swear like she was looking like she was getting ready to strike.

”The basic massage can be performed either on the table or in the heated pool. The table gives me more finesse and control, while the pool imparts a sense of weightlessness that many customers prefer. Or...” She says, trailing off.

She bundles her coils again. You almost get dizzy from trying to see how everything flows together. Either way, it shows that she has incredible manual control over her entire length. When all is said and done, there is a loop of her thickest portion tucked in between two coils arched up on both sides.

”You may elect to have the treatment begin on me. This would make it easier to shift into other treatments, but I will not go on that course unless you enjoy the basic massage and wish to progress further.”

It seems all three options have their pros and cons, you need some time to think. However, you ultimately decide that the heated pool would be the best experience.

”Very well, please take a dip in the pool then. There are steps, don’t worry,” she says, letting her coils fall to the ground with a big thud.

You turn and step into the pool. It’s heated like a bath, and the fragrance of the water lets you know it’s been treated with oils and minerals. You stand at its deepest, the center, where the water gently laps at your jaw. The masseuse slithers in after you, swimming round and around the edge to get as much of her in the pool as possible. Now you know why the pool had such a big lip. Surprisingly, she’s able to get her entire length inside, even though it is no impossible to wade around without having to climb over her. The masseuse slowly rises from the water before you, and looks deeply into your eyes. From behind her rises a massive loop of her thickest portion. You stare at its sheer strength as water drips off it in large streams. It gently lowers itself right in front of you, between you and the masseuse, sinking under the water.

”Please, step inside and rear up on your hind legs,” she says.

You feel a bit of apprehension, but do so anyway. Immediately, you feel the loop cinch around you, firmly gripping your midsection and the top of your flanks. It has to be at least as thick as your head, with power to match. You feel yourself being hoisted up as if you weighed nothing while the masseuse continue to arrange herself underwater, before being set down, with your hind hooves meeting the tiled pool floor. The coil around your stomach begins to ripple, pressing in as shifting points around your core. The mucles of your haunches instantly melt under the sensation, making you close your eyes and breathe a sigh of relaxation. When you open them, you notice that you’re facing backwards. It soon hits you that she’s turning you, spooling her coils around you like a thimble. She spins you four times, with the coils on you rising every time, with the initial loop finally coming to rest around your neck. All the while, the coils continue to rub and press on more and more of your body, eventually feeling the muscle-tenderizing massage from your neck to the bottom of your hind legs. Water seeps in between the thick, powerful bands of serpent around your body, creating a slick, oily medium that makes her scales feel like the finest silk as they caress your fur.

”How are you feeling so far?” She asks, her serpentine body relentlessly rubbing your weary bones.

You can only nod silently, still absorbing everything that's happening.

”Glad that you’re enjoying my skills,” she says, breaking the silence. “Now, your ticket said that you might be interested in bumping up to the advanced treatment. After having sampled the intermediate offerings, do you want to upgrade? If not, it’s fine, I will just complete the intermediate package. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask those either.”

You bite your lip, still a bit apprehensive. However, you soon remember that you're on vacation, and you might as well get the most out of your trip. You again nod, affirming your choice. Hopefully, you won't regret it.

”Oh my! I must really be making a good impression!” Exclaims the masseuse with an unmistakable twinge of excitement, offering a glimpse past the sultry veneer that she puts on for customers. However, she quickly collects herself. ”Now, the advanced treatment is a little...intense, that’s not even with the optional hypnotherapy treatment. It’s completely safe, but if, at any point, you want me to stop, just let me know, alright?” She says.

You nod, unafraid.

”Very well then, let’s begin by ramping things up,” she says.

You feel the coils begin to tighten around you once more. You exhale as usual, creating a depression in your ribs that those muscular bands of serpent needs to cinch inwards. However, they don’t stop closing in. The coils squeeze tighter and tighter, almost crushing you with their titanic strength. You look at the clock hanging on the wall. It has been only ten seconds, but it feels like an eternity. When you felt like your ribs were beginning to bend, the pressure relents, and you greedily gulp down air.

”Don’t worry, that was just the warm up. You’ll get your money’s worth, I assure you,” the masseuse says.

Warm up? You're beginning to have second thought. However, before you can say anything, it feels like her coils slam into you for the next round of constriction, winding you almost instantly. Your chest it tight, but you can’t exhale as the coil around your neck it starting to squeeze too, trapping air in your throat. You feel like you’re going to burst as crushing coils fight against your air-filled lungs. The coil around your neck loosens, letting you shoot air out like a foghorn, before tightening again. A mere ten seconds has passed again, yet your vision begins to fill with patches of fuzzy pinpricks, like the kind you get when you rub your eyes a bit too hard when you’re tired. Your captor gives you yet another precious gulp of air.

”I suppose I can tell you that I’m not just tormenting you. This style of controlled constriction tricks the brain into thinking its oxygen-starved, letting it release a chemical that makes your nerves tingle and fill your head with euphoria,” she says before twisting her serpentine half around you once more.

You’re a bit thankful that there’s a method to her madness, but you don’t know how much more of this you could take. The coils surrounding you are unimaginably strong; you suspect she could squish your body instantly. Hell, they ripple with such intensity when they squeeze that you can HEAR it. The bones in your limbs dig into the pliable snake muscle as you’re selectively crushed, forming a full-body cast that evenly distributes the pressure across your body.

After a few rounds of this, you feel like you’re bordering on the edge of consciousness. Your muscles feel like lead with electricity coursing through them. You try to twitch in the masseuse’s grip, but it’s so tight and strong that you can’t even move an inch. You’ve been taking intermittent breathes, but your brain feels like it’s in a pleasant haze, as if you were drunk. It turns the grimaces you’ve been making into relaxed giggles as your body is brought to the brink of pulverization again and again. All the while, you feel the masseuse’s scales flowing all around you. Every little ridge, every little texture, the tremendous pressure smothers your body with her entire being...

...It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt, to be quite honest.

”Having fun yet?” The masseuse coyly asks, maneuvering her pony half in front of your face.

You try to answer, but the words are cut off in your throat as the coil around your neck closes in on your windpipe for another round.

”I can see that you’re handling the treatment well. You may feel weird now, but you will leave this spa with a body that feels like new,” she says. ”Your mind, however... well, we do make the hypnotherapy portion of the advanced treatment optional for customers due to the reluctance of many to completely and utterly give themselves over to a magical spell. It is very powerful, and has the potential to affect you deeply. I want you to be fully aware for your answer.”

Her coils slacken back to the tightness you felt in the intermediate treatment, letting you slough off more of your artificial inebriation with each greedy gulp of air.

”Take some time to think about it. If you do elect for it, you can also tell me suggestions to give you. Perhaps you have a hayburger habit that you’d like to break, or perhaps wanting to focus more at your job. It can be anything, we take customer confidentiality very seriously here.”

You take a moment to catch your breath, mentally bracing yourself. You figure that you've gone this far, so why not go all the way? However, you decide not to try any of the lingering mind alteration, even if you did have a few habits you wouldn't mind kicking.

”No suggestions? Alright, probably for the best for a first time then,” she says.

She bends down, getting close to your face. Very close. So close that your snouts touch. Your cheeks flush red, and you look at the point of contact where her silky smooth nose presses against your boxy muzzle.

”Hey, my eyes are up here,” she says.

You focus back on her, and her big, beautiful mare eyes almost encompass your entire vision. They seem so friendly and familiar, but the slit pupil gives a veneer of the exotic. Suddenly, her eyes begin to shimmer with a strange light. It’s chaotic at first, but then quickly forms into fuzzy rings of blues and purples. Your jaw falls as your face is bathed in a warm light, and you tilt your muzzle downwards to try to get a better look.

”Look deep into my eyes….and relaaaaaaaax...” She says in a hushed whisper.

Despite this, her seductive voice booms in your head, and the drawn out syllable just makes you shudder by some unimaginable force. You feel all the apprehension and tension from this whole ordeal drain from you like someone had poked a hole and let it flow out, leaving only a pleasant emptiness. A goofy smile forms on your lips as your own eyes begin to reflect the masseuse’s spell.

”Hmm, usually it takes more than a single word to bring a customer to total trance,” she says. “How do you feel?”

”Re...relaaaaaaxed,” you mutter in response, unable to think of anything other than her voice bouncing around your skull incessantly.

”Good then,” the masseuse says as she begins to pull away.

You lean forward as much as the coil around your neck will allow, impulsively not wanting to let those incomprehensibly beautiful eyes get further from you.

”Don’t worry, you’ll get your fill,” she says with a coy grin.

You can’t even notice it; your attention is entirely captivated by her eyes. They shine so brightly that the entire room shimmers with blue and purple. A fleeting thought supposes this was what that mysterious light you noticed earlier was, but it fades away almost instantly, going up in smoke like a flittering piece of confetti erupting into flames. You feel a heavy weight upon your head, and along the sides of your vision you see that her coil as curled around your skull like a bonnet. It slides forward and tightens, smushing your cheeks and forming a tight tunnel that only lets you see the masseuse’s face. Your living blinders might be pitch black, but their shininess makes them reflect her hypnotic light like a mirror, making your tunnel shimmer with endless pulses of cool light. Your mind, already shaky from the initial penetration of the spell, is now completely overwhelmed as it fills your entire vision. You can feel your thoughts burning away, leaving an empty-headed euphoria.

”There...all nice and relaxed...” she says.

Her coil covered your ears, but your hyper-focused state made you hear even the softest muffle as crystal clear.

”Now...to continue the advanced treatment...” she continues.

You feel the coils closing in again, squeezing your body with terrifying strength.

”Feel my coils around you...feel their strength...their power...feel the texture of my scales pressing into you...my muscles molding all around you...each sensation purges your body of negative energies...they tighter I squeeze...the emptier you feel...the more relaxed you feel...” she whispers.

Her voice rings in your head, getting louder and louder with each pulse of her mesmerizing rings.

Your body groans involuntarily as she forces air from your lungs with her constriction. But you don’t mind. You enjoy it. You have to. You cannot imagine otherwise. Each bout of constriction leaves you hungry for more as your body confuses the pressure with elation. With your inhibitions out of the way, she squeezes more tightly than ever before. You can feel your bones beginning to bend from the titanic force, but it stops just at the threshold of doing damage. You wouldn’t mind if she continued though, your empty head only interpreted more tightness as more pleasure. In your hyperfocused state, you can feel her seemingly on a molecular level. You can feel each scale slipping across individual strands of fur. You can feel the ripple and pinch of each muscle underneath her loose snakeskin.

She is all around you.

She is your world.

Your universe.

Nothing exists but you and her.

You are drowning in her hypnotic light...and you love every second of it. Your perception of time vanishes, leaving you to enjoy this state of total sublimity.

Until…

”Hmm, sadly our time seems to be coming to an end,” she says.

You simply stare dumbly, your brain having lost its capacity for any coherent thought long ago.

”Let’s bring you up and out of trance, shall we?” She coos, playfully poking your snout with her tail tip. Gradually, the pulsing in her eyes begins to slow down. At half intensity, you finally begin to stir as the faintest hints of thought are able to break from from the burning spell. ”Shh...continue to relax...slowly wake up...let it all come back….little by little...” she whispers.

At quarter speed, you begin to think again, slowly absorbing what just happened. You’re able to glance at the clock for a moment before focusing back on her eyes. Half an hour has passed, yet it felt like the blink of an eye. Eventually, the hypnotic light slows to a stop, before vanishing completely, and your eyes likewise return to normal as the last trace of her enthralling spell leaves you. The coils are loose around you, and she still has a segment acting as blinders so you can still see only her, framed by inky black scales.

”So, how was that for a first session?” She asks.

You tell her that you loved it. Or, at least you tried to tell her. Your speech is still a little broken and slurred, like you just woke up from a very deep nap.

”I’m glad. It makes me happy to know that a customer leaves fully satisfied. Don’t worry, what I did was essentially turned your mind off and on again to refresh it. Just give it some time to warm up,” she continues.

You breathe a sigh of relief as the coils that had once brought you to the point of suffocation loosen and fall in the water. Your numb body refuses to obey your command to stay standing, but the masseuse’s tail whipping around your midsection prevents you splashing face-first into the water. Like a construction crane, she hoists you out and lets your hanging limbs brush against the tile floor. Little by little, feeling returns to your limbs, and your hooves find footing. Her tail unwraps once you are fully able to stand, and brings over a nearby towel to help you dry off.

”We at the Ponyville Day Spa thank you for your patronage,” she says, cupping your chin with her snake tail to guide your to look at her.

A single pulse of glowing light flashes across her eyes.

”Do come again~” She adds with a cute wink.

You immediately feel tempted to book another visit, but you’re able to shake away the sensation once her silky scales unhand your muzzle. You thank her for her skill, and exit the door. As you are about to leave, you stop and turn back. You tell the masseuse that you never got her name.

”My name? Oh, it’s Calla, Calla Lily,” she replies warmly as she gets to work drying off her scales.

You thank her, tell her your name, and wish her a good evening. As you trot, you simply can’t believe how...fresh...your entire body feels. Each step feels like it has vigor and energy, and your mind hasn’t been this clear in who knows how long. You’re brimming with energy, and your mind, free of distractions, makes you see and appreciate many more details about what you’re seeing and hearing.

Back in the lobby, you notice the sun inching down, ushering in the night. The place is much more packed than when you arrived. Seems like you arrived at just the right time. You trot back to the receptionist as she finishes booking a white unicorn and a yellow pegasus pair.

”Ah, did you enjoy your treatment?” She asks you, tail tip wagging like a puppy.

You nod.

”Excellent. I’m glad that you opted for the advanced treatment. It truly is our specialty! We hope you enjoy your time in Ponyville, sir,” the receptionist says with a happy wave.

As you step out, you feel 100% ready to meet the night. Although, your vacation is a whole week...perhaps you can find to visit the spa one more time...or two...or three...