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-Part 6: Pregnant Rarity, Prehensile Tail, Major Foodplay, Stuffing, Water inflation, light watersports, Bathing, Mud and oil, Mud wrestling, Light third party, Angry Sex.

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You’re leaning back carefully in a booth watching her. Somewhere across the table from you, behind a pile of dishes both emptied and full, sits a regal and well mannered pony. The tell-tale scrape of a fork grating across an empty plate seeking crumbs prompts you to slide aside the curtain of dishes and push a small round plate with a chocolate pastry resting on it to her side of the table. Rarity looks at you for a moment before looking around the sparsely populated hotel buffet. You break her from her ritual of chewing on her lip by gently nudging her hoof under the table with your foot. Her gaze centers back on you, and you smile encouragingly at her, extending a hand to rest on her foreleg and giving it a gentle squeeze where it lies paused; suspended over the dish. She smiles nervously at you and begins to take her characteristic small, well mannered bites.

You know she wants it, that she enjoys being pampered and having her refined palette tested with a long assortment of smaller sized desserts. She might not be able to hide the concern over what other ponies who see her behind such a wall of confections might think, but by your reasoning that was the entire point of coming out here. After a close call and high emotions during a past Friday evening, you’ve packed up your things and headed for a relaxing two day stay at a nearby spa. It had been Twilight’s recommendation that brought you there, the kindly pony producing two weekend passes she claimed were from an old friend in high places. It hadn’t occurred to you how high those places might have been until you’d stepped into the hotel and spa.

The ceilings here are domed, rising high into the air, sometimes out of sight. The chandeliers sparkled with a fury in the Saturday afternoon sunlight. The morning’s journey from Ponyville to Canterlot slipped into the back of your mind almost immediately as your bags were taken from you by two pegasi who flew high above the guests and out of sight to your rooms with them. Looking down at the tickets and wondering what in all of Equestria was waiting for you that weekend, you’d stepped up to the check in counter and given them the passes. It had been the work of a few minutes of validation and authorization, and in the meantime she’d slipped off to find a relaxing place to sit down. And she’d found this.

When you’d found her, she was nursing a simple hot chocolate and a small pastry. Well mannered even when she’s struggling, she’d picked at it with a fork self consciously until you’d reached the booth and snuggled up to her, peppering her cheek and nose with kisses that prompted little giggles. Playfully, you’d rubbed her stomach and elicited a number of hungry growls from it. She’d tried to hide her embarrassment, mumbling something about a long ride and it almost being lunch time. She’d been shocked of course when you’d gotten up and headed to the buffet and returned with all of these, arms laden with dishes. With a little encouragement, she’d started in on them.

Now she’s wrapping up the last of the pastries, turning her attentions toward a small slice of cake. All the portions here are small, designed for ponies with different dietary habits than hers. You feel her tail slapping against your leg, drawing your attention from her round, creamy white stomach up to her face. She’s halfway through the last slice of cake, and her face is flushed red.
“Enjoying the view? Goodness, you’re incorrigible. We’re in the more luxurious spa in all of Equestria and you’re staring at this bloated thing?”
You reach under the table, squeezing her tail, hoping to diffuse some of her nervous ranting before she can get into full swing.
“Well, I suppose it -is- rather flattering. Do you really find my beauty so unparallelled?”
She manages a sly grin out of the corner of her eyes.
“Are you imagining, right now, what it would be like to get this tight saddle off and find a robe to go over this...?”
She runs a hoof carefully down her chest to reside on her taut stomach, filled with dessert and stretching the straps of her saddle, making you blush furiously. Her boldness surprises you, but she’s been getting some of her characteristic confidence back slowly over the last few weeks. You like to imagine your attentions have been seeing to that, and you’re glad for it. You love it when she’s confident, especially when that confidence stretches to her interactions with ponies. Eight months into carrying the baby, anything you can do to boost her ego is a plus. You silently thank Twilight, her wisdom in sending you both here far from anypony you know dawning in full upon you.

With a clink, she’s loosening one of the straps on her saddle, breathing a sigh of relief as it goes slack. There’s a tight imprint where it was biting into her skin. She takes a bigger bite of the cake now, and lets out a sigh. “Oh I’m thinking we may not have time to... stop off at the room... before we get to the spa treatment. My skin is positively aching in this tight thing, I certainly need a massage at the very least.” You look at her hopefully, wishing that she was teasing you. She is, of course. Her eyebrows are raised playfully, her lips pursed in pretend thought. She breaks it, taking the last bite of cake. “You know, I do believe that’s right. We’ll simply have to wait until after the treatment to take a nap. We’ll both enjoy it more then.”

Rebuckling her saddle more loosely without looking at you she takes to her feet and prances off playfully, haunches swaying with an intentional exaggeration every step of the way up to the spa doors. She waits for you to catch up, then enters the doors as you reach them. You push them open and your nose is greeted with a variety of scents. Various doors to steam rooms, massage parlours, community baths, all line out from the walls. You pull your tickets from your pocket, seeing what you’re in for. They’re stamped with a pair of gold crowns, and you look around, gaze finally settling on the door she’s already making for. Bowing to her superior knowledge of the practice, you follow her into the private spa room.

The room is large. Larger than your apartment, in all likelihood. The floors are paved in glossy white marble, working up to warmly painted pastel pink walls. Depressions line the floors where they meet the walls, filled with a goopy mud. In the center of the tiled room is a small risen roof resting on four columns. Above it the ceiling is tiled with glass, sunlight streaming in. At the center of the little gazebo is a wide pool with steam coming off of it. Lining that pool are several flat upraised spaces covered with thick mattresses, which you’re guessing are for the massage. The door clicks behind you, breaking your study of the place up.

A thin blue spa-pony stands in the doorway, tilting her head at both of you. Rarity’s nose bumps your hand and you look down to find that she has appeared at your side. The spa-pony welcomes you both warmly to Equestria’s finest spa. A few hours ago you might have mentally argued such a grand claim, but you’re in no position to do so now as Rarity exchanges pleasantries with her, asking questions about the architecture and the facilities. You wander over to the pool, their voices echoing slightly across the tile to you. Rarity expresses her disappointment at Twilight’s recommendation that she not spend too much time in the hot spa baths, inquiring on a second opinion. You hope you’ll not have to intervene to remind her whose advise sent you here in the first place, but your worries are unfounded. The spa-pony kindly agrees with Twilight’s opinion, saying that ponies who are expecting should “likely not raise their body temperature by that many degrees for too long a period of time”. Rarity sighs and continues to discuss other spa treatments. It seems she shouldn’t hope for more than twenty minutes in the bath.

You dip your hand in the water in the meantime, the two ponies exchanging names and histories at your back. It’s quite hot, and the steam lifting up to your nose brings the smell of sweet bath salts to bear. The scent of lavender fills the room-you’re surprised you couldn’t place Rarity’s favorite scent before, but its aroma doesn’t quite overpower the vanilla scent that the bathwater exudes. You wonder briefly if Rarity has noticed her favorite scents blending together, but when you turn around she’s standing behind you alone.

“The masseuse went to fetch some oils. I ordered you the full body massage and rub. Those joints of yours are certain to give her an interesting time of it.” She giggles, and you wonder if this is her private prank on her new acquaintance. “I have personally ordered the mudbath, followed by a body massage, no oil. It doesn’t quite agree with my skin.” You look at her incredulously, wondering how often she’s attended spas in the past. “Oh don’t look so shocked, darling. You’ll get to see me oiled up at some point tonight.” She gives you a girlish giggle and a wink as she walks over to the mudbaths up against the wall, easing her body into them and sighing. “Try to enjoy yourself!”

You awkwardly disrobe, wondering how you missed her getting out of her saddle and the spa-pony leaving the room, and laying down on one of the beds, stomach facing down. Your head feels heavy and your limbs awkward. The freshly laundered pillows have their own scent, but it’s difficult to distinguish from the strong scents of the room that have already settled into them. You nestle your face into their softness, taking a deep breath. Sandlewood? It seems like it, though it’s been a long time since you smelled it. Sandlewood, and a hint of melon that you didn’t pick up on before. You turn your head, and the spa-pony’s face fills your vision.

To say you jump would be an understatement. In your surprise, you roll back off the bed, hitting the marble on your side with a slap of flesh on stone. Rubbing your side you look up to see Rarity giving you the most puzzled of looks. “Is something wrong dear? Lose your balance?” You shake your head, hoping to clear it. The warmth of the room, the fumes from the bath, all of them are getting overpowering. There’s no reason you shouldn’t have heard the spa-pony come back, and she’s calling out apologies as she reaches a hoof down to you to help you up. She reaches into a saddlebag and produces a small paper bag that crunches its leafy contents as you take it. Per her instructions, you inhale deeply. Rapidly, your senses return to you. The heat of the room is almost visible, your nose is filled quickly with the scent of lavender, moisture from the dampness clings to you, and the sound of water trickling into the bath near you reaches your ears. The masseuse explains the disorientation as a form of sensory overload. She carefully places the sack into her saddlebag and urges you back onto the bed. Carefully you climb back on, Rarity watching you with a mixture of concern and amusement, and you lie back down on your stomach. The masseuse’s voice reaches your ears, and she strikes up a conversation with Rarity.

The two exchange histories and jobs as you’re being rubbed down with oil. Her hooves press and lift the muscles of your back, a dull ache filling your joints and begging to be touched. She gently probes these places, expertly summoning up your most stressful places and relieving them with gentle but firm circular presses. You practically melt under her touch, sneaking glances out from the pillow at Rarity. You’re certain she’s gotten closer, making idle conversation as she lounges in the muddy moat surrounding the room. Gentle thumping motions assault your back, and you let out a breath, glad to finally be enjoying yourself.

Rarity has certainly moved at this point, having migrated around the edge of the room until she’s at the masseuse’s back. The spa-pony continues to work diligently as she tells of her history, how she got her cutie mark after giving an ailing relative a back walk, how she came to work in Canterlot from all the way in Neigh Orleans, even going into detail as to how she met her mate. Her hooves continue their careful work all the way down to your buttocks, pressing and squeezing and pushing on them firmly. She mentions something about tension, and you’re certain you catch a twitch from Rarity. The pressing continues platonicly, moving from there to your thighs and down to your feet.

She pays special attention to the bottoms of these, commenting on the strange shape and feel as she rolls the balls of your feet between her hooves. Finally she’s done, and she tells you to roll over. You look at Rarity, and she shoots you a rather confused glance before nodding. The masseuse grabs up her bottle of oil and squirts it onto your chest, carefully rubbing it into your shoulders and neck, down to your chest, and moving down to your pelvis. Under her touch, you beg your member to remain soft. She rubs and presses with fervor on your pecs and biceps, calling out stressed joints you didn’t know you had. She frowns as she retraces her steps on your arms, asking what you do for a living. Rarity interrupts your attempt at a reply, interjecting hurriedly that you’re both working together at HER boutique. The spa-pony chuckles and asks if you’re responsible for the heavy lifting, commenting on the large amount of stress in your biceps and triceps.

You don’t have to say anything, you just watch as Rarity sinks sulkily up to her nose in the mud, blowing angry bubbles at this comment. You haven’t lifted anything more than your usual exercise amount in months, the only exception has been the number of times you’ve carried about your heavily pregnant wife. The masseuse’s hooves stray down to your groin, rubbing the insides of your legs and your pelvis carefully. Your focus is entirely on your penis at this point, hoping to whatever saintly pony watches over married men that it will behave. There is a squirt of oil, and the cold liquid lands directly on your member. The spa-pony begins to rub it in. She strokes up and down on it, and you hear Rarity stiffen and surface, not daring to look over at her. The oil continues to slicken the hard working pony’s hooves as she works up and down with more determination now. Offhandedly, she asks Rarity if “everything works alright”, obviously becoming a bit frustrated with your member’s intentional reluctance to stiffen. From her position, Rarity manges a squeak.
“I- That is... whatever do you mean, dearie? It’s... Ahhh... Might I inquire as to WHAT you are doing?”
The massage stops as the powder blue pony reaches down for some more lotion, the majority having soaked into you at this point. She remarks that this is all part of the full-release full body massage. Another squirt of oil, and she’s back at work. You grit your teeth, mentally begging Rarity to rescue you before nature gets the better of your willpower. Sneaking a glance over, you see her glaring daggers. At you. She’s breathing heavily, flustered, and her face is red. You’re positive she’d throw something at you if she had it close to hand. Confused, you retreat into the pillows, receding as much as you can and trying to focus on something else. Your break in concentration has cost you however.
In her dedicated hooves, you’ve grown slightly harder. The massaging pony is grinning, amber eyes showing a pleased and victorious glint. To be safe, she reaches down for the oil. She frowns, groping around before looking down and gasping. Hastily she exits the room, and you risk a glance over the edge of the bed to discover the oil spilled messily across the floor.

You look up from it to your fuming wife.
“How... DARE you.”
You slither across the bed, putting it between the two of you as she messily rises from the mudbath, mud clinging to her skin and dripping from her fur in clumps.
“How DARE you! You player! Cheater! Pervert!” She flings the nearly empty bottle across the room at you, and you duck, slick feet sliding around as you try to find purchase. She struggles huffily, shaking mud from her coat as she advances on you. Her voice drops to a venomous hiss.
“How could you do that, ordering such a thing. Are you really so insatiable that you can’t wait until later tonight? You KNOW I would do it better than that... that... HUSSY!”
You hold your hands out between both of you as she gets close, afraid of what she might do. You open your mouth to explain, to try and tell her that SHE ordered the massage, but she rushes you. Your step back fails you, your feet slip, and you fall back onto the hard marble with a smack. Your vision blurs, and you rub your head, checking for blood. There’s none yet, the site sore to the touch. The breath is forced out of you as a heavily pregnant pony sits her haunches none too gently onto your stomach. You feel muddy hooves gripping your cock and you struggle to look around the fleshy, muddy expanse of her back to see what she’s doing. She begins to tug up and down on your erect manhood furiously, spare hoof rubbing the inside of your leg. Her voice is frighteningly high pitched now, as if she’s choking back anger and tears.
“See here? I know all your favorite spots. This one right -here-”
She forces the rubbing hoof into the tender joint of your leg around your hip, and you jolt. Done softly and gently it’s an intense feeling, but this press shoots a needle of pain up your leg. The reflexive kick bucks her awkwardly off, and she lies there in a splayed muddy mess at your side, huffing angrily.
“Do you want it, or don’t you?”
You pin her shoulders back as she tries to wrestle free, your oiled body giving her groping hooves no purchase to push you aside, and her muddy one impossible to hold still. You get your arms around her legs, and she wiggles and slithers out, leaving streaks of mud up your biceps. You tumble out of the way of her flailing and muddy tail, hands desperately grabbing at the hocks of her legs. She kicks her hooves in frustration, narrowly missing your face as you manage a clumsy leap that enables you to hook your slippery arms around her head, putting your heavily pregnant wife in an awkward headlock. You keep your grip relaxed, just firm enough to keep her from being able to slip out. From behind your elbow, you hear her muffled voice as she slaps her hooves futilely against your oiled back.
“I just want to show you a good time, come now! Surely you want... want me to do it... Not her...”
She ceases struggling as her wits return to her and she calms down. Her breathing is heavy after the exertion, and you check her over for bruises. In control for the majority of the wrestling match, she seems largely unharmed as she sits on her thick haunches and sniffles up at you.
“I didn’t know that was what it was... I’m sorry... it must have been -terribly- awkward for you. And when she kept going... HONESTLY do some ponies have no concept of when enough is enough?”
You close the distance to her, pulling her to your chest as she fumbles about.
“I really am quite...”
She goes quiet, looking over your shoulder. You chance a look back, and the spa-pony shrinks from the doorway. Rarity opens her mouth to give the masseuse an earful, but you place a finger gently on her lips. The sky coloured pony bows apologetically and wordlessly and exits, the door clicking softly behind her. Next to you, Rarity trembles, still angry.
“I’m glad YOU have the presence of mind to hold both our tongues. Why the things I’d say to that tart... I’ve half a mind to ask her manager just what sort of establishment offers such lewd and perverse services. I expect such things from a house of ill repute, not the finest spa in Equestria, why just thinking about the way she went so hungrily after your-”
She’s frozen as you force a kiss on her to quiet her. Her eyes close and she leans back onto her back, allowing you to lay down beside her and hold her heavy frame in your arms. She locks her lips back to yours with haste, slipping her tongue in and playing it across yours. Hungrily, powerfully, she attacks the inside of your mouth. The mud from her body is smeared across you as she moves her hooves up and down your sides and back. It mixes with the oils and drizzles to collect between your spooning bodies. Your member stiffens again as she finds it with her hoof, and she eases onto her knees, opening her mouth and closing her eyes. You look at her, but she sits there, frozen like a statue, giving you no further prompting. Mindful of the slickness you’ve made amidst the tiles, you present your throbbing erection to her tongue.

Expertly, she slides her head down the shaft, gulping and slurping as she takes the entire thing on the first attempt. She pulls her head back and rams it none too gently down your glistening pole again, the hotness of her breath pouring up her throat and coating your cock in an unimaginable warmth. You settle your hands at the back of her head and the base of her neck, drawing out and thrusting. She coughs at the unexpectedness of it, eyes opening as her head attempts to jerk back but can’t. Entranced by the incredible sensation, you thrust in and out again, and she gulps hastily to avoid choking this time. Finally on this pull back, she manages to get her lips closed before you can press her again. She looks up at you out the corner of her eyes.
“You’re so rough... It’s... it’s not proper. Not at all. Did I work you up with that wrestling? I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I can-”
You cut her speech off, ramming it back into her mouth. She gulps it down again and closes her eyes, her hooves reaching around and grabbing your legs as she relaxes. Reason surfacing for a moment you pause, but she’s on the offensive. She pushes your body forward with her hooked arms, forcing you back down her throat with a soft pleading moan. You resume thrusting, each push burying you in her mouth. She reaches a rhythm, gulping down the length of your dick each time you push it forward, so you begin to pull her head down as you thrust. The rough motions barely give her time to adjust, and she’s furiously swallowing you, throat working in overdrive to avoid choking. Finally she pushes with her hooves, dislodging herself from your advances.
“No... no more please. It’s so horribly degrading. I don’t think I can... Just let me use my hooves. Please?”
You walk up to her, hand stroking yourself furiously. She crawls toward you on her knees, belly swaying with each advancing step. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth.
“Yes, come now. Give me it. Give me all of it.”
Hand pumping hard on your rod, you grunt as you feel yourself starting to cum. The pressure builds up and you hold it as long as you can, finally coming in a series of streaking shots that land in her hair, on her face, in her mouth, across her chest, and down her swollen tummy. She starts to lick it off with her hooves, rolling on her back, rubbing the remainder into her already messy coat. You advance down onto her, pushing her lips back up against yours, and you both lie there for a few minutes in each other’s embrace.

Finally, her hoof taps your back. She sighs and nuzzles into your chest deeper as you look down at her. “I need to clean up. We both do. But I’m terribly hungry now. Could you be a dear?” You look at her, and then down at your body. Grumbling, you look around for your robe, not sure you’ll be allowed back into the hotel lobby in this state.
“There should be some showers in one of the doors out in the hall. Look for it, you won’t miss it.”
She eases back into the mudbath with a contented sigh, and you close the door behind yourself.

The showers are exactly where she said they’d be, and before long you’re soaped and shampooed. The scent of strawberries is strong, and you look wistfully about for more masculine alternatives. Seeing none, you get down to business, wondering what in Equestria you should bring her back to eat if the desserts of less than an hour ago didn’t do the trick. Settling on finding something more substantial, you dry off and slip back into the awkward fitting robe,making your way into the lobby of the hotel.

The change in temperature assaults your body immediately, and the scents of the spa finally leave you as you go in search of food. It takes a few minutes before your nose can pinpoint any scent other than strawberry or lavender. You find the food court on the second floor, overlooking the lobby and buffet. Standing in line, chills creeping up and down your back, you spot the spa-pony seated at a table. Unsure of whether or not she wants to be spoken to, you give her an awkward nod and try to stare holes in the menu on the wall. Finally you get a chance and order Rarity a rather large lunch; a sandwich, some hayfries, a large drink, two cookies, some onion rings, and a salad for a side. The bill is paid by the sparse amount you brought with you, and you awkwardly manage the enormous meal down the stairs and up to the door of the spa. It opens as you reach it, several ponies walking out and giving you a strange look, abandoning you to catch the swinging door with your foot and push your way in with your back and hips. As you rotate, you almost bump into your wife, walking out of the female pony’s showers.

She looks up at you and then at the load of food in your arms. “Did you get that for BOTH of us? Oh my goodness, it’s not all for me is it?” You manage a smile between determined grimaces, and her horn glows as she levitates a few of the dishes out of your hands.
She chances a look over her shoulder at the bathroom door. “Well then you’re lucky I just- I mean. Nevermind that! That’s none of your business, and it shan’t ever be.” She levitates the rest of the plates, blushing madly. More manageable now, you get the door to the private spa room you’ve both been sharing. The heat welcomes you back, and you steel yourself against the deceptive intoxication of all the scents and humidity that dominated you previously. You set the food by the edge of the pool of water, and notice a bucket of clean water has appeared where previously there was none.
“I got some water to wash our hooves and hands in, I do hope you don’t mind.”
You look at her suspiciously, before she rolls her eyes.
“According to you and Twilight and that... OTHER pony.... I can’t be in for long, so I was hoping this might cool my body briefly.”
You sigh, trusting her to be responsible rather than arguing with her, and ease your legs into the extraordinarily hot water. In the privacy of your spa room, she attacks the sandwich and salad, and they disappear in minutes. Laying on her back, hooves dangling in the water, she clears her throat. You ease into the water up to your waist, trying your best to adjust to it slowly.
She clears her throat again, and you look over your shoulder at her.
“My arms are tired after that wrestling bout. Act like a gentleman.”
She points a hoof at the basket of fries. You pick up a few and slip them into her waiting mouth, and she chews thoughtfully, rubbing her distended stomach.
“Some more, please.”
You repeat the motion. She swallows them and hangs out her tongue, eyes closed.
Another handful. You rub her stomach gently as she manages the entire basket with ease. Her thick haunches spread across the floor where they rest, legs splayed out, head tilted up waiting patiently for the next course of her meal. Her fat flanks rest in puddles of pony pudge around her as she reclines on her back, enormous cushy rear taking a great deal of her weight. You bring her drink to her lips, and she begins to drink it hastily.
“I have decided I would like my cookies now, rather than later.”
Your hands stop their rubbing and pick up the cookies, feeding them to her bite by bite as she sighs and moans contentedly. She shifts her weight over onto her side, looking at you as she finishes up her drink.
“You know, as much as I complain, you really are a gentleman in spades when it counts. I suppose I’ve gotten rather lucky.”
You bring the onion ring to her lips. She looks at you mischievously and pushes her mouth over the whole thing, taking it and biting it with relish. Her eyes water up and she starts coughing, spitting it out. “Hot! HOOOT!”
You look about and slide her the bucket of water she fetched earlier from the bathrooms. It’s heavy, a full sized iron pail, and she levitates it up, her face screwed up in agony and concentration at the heavy load. Moving to the edge of the bath, you hold it up for her, holding it to her lips as she gulps at its contents greedily. And gulp she does.
Once she begins, you feel her hooves on your hands, guiding them back. She continues to chug it for minutes on end, stomach stretching and distending until it’s resting on the floor between her legs. You hear her gasping for breath in the bucket as she continues her heavy drinking, hooves coming to rest on her stomach, rubbing it as the skin stretches tight and her legs spread to accommodate. Finally she pushes the bucket away, over three quarters of its contents empty. She stifles an enormous burp, blushing furiously and looking away as you burst out laughing. You marvel at the sheer amount of liquid she’s taken on, and you cuddle up to her stomach. It’s taut, stretching from her body and out to the edge of the spa bath nearly a foot and a half away from its origin point. Stomach reaching forward almost half her height, She looks like she could be pregnant with twins at this point, and despite her embarrassment she leans back, belly obviously aching at the sudden load. You pull her by the shanks toward you, taking an incredible amount of effort to move her heavier frame. Her hooves continue to gently caress that aching gut as you lay gentle kisses on it, fawning over her as you know she loves.

Sneaking a glance around the wall of pregnant stuffed pony stomach, you catch a glimpse of her happily smiling face. She knows your tastes, and she knows that you’re pleased right now. She eases her hooves into the water and playfully kicks little splashes of water up at you. Her words come in tired, sighing breaths.
“Where were you that time, prince charming? Feeding me such things without warning. Shame on you.”
You squeeze her flanks playfully in reply, glad to see her mood his improved and she’s back to enjoying herself on your visit.
“You know, I’m positively stuffed. Could you be a dear, have a good soak, and wake me in an hour or two?”
You relax into the water, letting it take you over the shoulders. Minutes turn to an hour, and you finally gain the courage to submerge your head. The water is incredibly hot, and washes over your face, drowning out your hearing and leaving you relatively weightless as you float in it for a moment before forcing your way back to the nearby surface. As you wipe water from your eyes, you catch her awake and studying you. You grin and spit a bit of water from your lips at her.

“Oh no! No! NO!”
She flicks her tail, sending water splashing at you, your hands not up quickly enough to deflect the sudden attack. In reprisal, you scoop up handfuls of water, throwing them on her. She giggles as she tries in vein to move her enormous body out of the way.
“You fiend! You ruffian! Vagabond!”
With each nickname she slaps more water at you with her tail, trying like a turtle on its back to find her hooves. It’s a futile effort, you can see as much from where you’re standing. Even if she got to her hooves, you have to imagine her stomach, so swollen with food and drink, would be nearly on the ground, and she would be left immobile. You grab her by the legs and slide her on her back until she’s at the edge of the water, her laughter echoing off the empty room as she swats you with her tail to try and find release. “No! I’m not ready, it’s too hot!”
With a playful and girlish squeal she slips into the bath. You reach around for her, afraid she’ll surely burn her skin going in that quickly, but she surfaces with a mouthful of water and blows it into your face. Protected by her thicker hide and fur, she seems at relative ease in the water, and realization dawns on you that it was probably drawn so hot with thicker skinned ponies in mind. She looks at your pruned hands, held up to fend off her attack, and bursts out laughing again.
“I am married to the most interesting man in the world. Easily. The only man in this world, but the most interesting one nonetheless. You, my dear, are such a perfect specimen.”
She kicks over to you and rests her hooves on you, treading water in the small pool with her back legs. You can stand here up to your shoulders, and do so, holding her up above the water with a smile. Her lips press gently against yours, and it’s wet and tastes of the bath salts and water. She kisses you with a smile on her face, happy to share a moment so tender after the emotional rollercoaster of the day. Her hoof plays across your chest and she breaks from the kiss. Your face is near hers, and you sniff her mane.

The strawberry shampoo of the bathroom showers fills your nose, mingled with the vanilla of the bath salts. Memories of days when you picked strawberries together in Ponyville while you were dating return to you, the scent of her boutique afterward as you washed them and laid them out to dry, the passionate love you made with them resting on a table by her bed filling the room. She smells luxurious now, and despite her matted and damp hair, she carries herself with the air of a princess in the way she looks up at you with big rounded eyes. Freed from the weight of her body in the water, she kicks a circle happily before returning to your arms, where you pull her up until her shoulders are above the water. Her back hooves cease treading water, and play across your waist and crotch gently.

“You know... I was going to hold back until tonight... but if you promise not to tell anyone, I’m sure we can figure out how to...”
You scoop her up in the water, walking toward the steps by the edge of the tiny pool. You come out of the water before she does, and you take the fullness of her weight in your arms, forcing yourself to do so without a sign of struggle.
“Oh you needn’t... I mean... wasn’t the masseuse right? Aren’t I terribly heavy?”
You steal a kiss from her and she smiles at you.
“So dashing. My perfect knight. Here. Set me in the water. I want to do it in the water.”
You ease her into the shallow water on the steps and set her on her back. Here the water barely crests over half her stomach, and as long as she cranes her neck, she’s above its surface.The change in temperature has you shivering, and she hooks her hooves around your back and pulls you into her warm body and coat.
Up close to her you share a kiss, navigating her swollen stomach awkwardly as you lift her bottom half out of the water and begin to lick at her. You hear her hooves splashing the water as she struggles for something to grip on the smooth pool bed.
“Don’t tease too long. I... I want it.”
You push your tongue deeper, swirling it around inside her, licking in and out until the wetness within is her own.
“I want iiiiit.”
You slip two fingers in, checking to see how well lubricated she is. Carefully, you stir up her insides until the fingers are sticky and wet. Her breathing has picked up, and she has to gasp out her words.
“I. Want. It!”
Her back hooves flail as you slip a third finger in, lubricant finally flowing to your satisfaction as you tease her clit with your tongue.
“Ohhh... ohhh yes!” Her moans echo off the sides of the pool, water splashing about as you move your thick manhood to her lower lips. The tip presses against it gently, and you lick one of your fingers.
“Don’... tha’s... diiiirty.”
She slurs the words out as you slip yourself into her tight, waiting body. Still managing to hold her lower half up with your spare hand, you slide your slickened ring finger into the hole below her womanhood. She kicks her legs again.
“Nnnnnhhh. There. THERE!”
You lower her into the water, finger still in her ass, manhood still pushed into her. The steps allow you a frontal access that has been denied to you for months, and despite the slowing effect of the water, you can tell the new angle pleases her. She hasn’t gotten you any way other than her hooves or on her side in at least five months. The intimacy of the position allows you to kiss her while you’re inside her.

Her lips attack yours furiously, each thrust causing her to nibble gently on your tongue. She moans into your mouth, and you continue to thrust at her with all your effort. Sweat and water cling to you, the heat driving you senseless quickly. You wiggle your finger inside of her, pushing against the wall you know separates it from your thrusting cock. She yelps and moans as you continue to assault her most sensitive places. Furiously she tries to break from your kiss as you continue to push against her lips. Desperately, she turns her head to the side, forcing your lips onto her cheek as she tries to manage words. “Nnn... Nnnnnnnnoooo. Stopp, you’ll make meeee... nnnnnnooooo!”
Her last word rises in a shrill moan and you watch the water around her change colour slightly.
“Tooo...” She pants and you force her lips back onto yours. She attacks your mouth with her tongue, bucking her hips against your cock, hooves wrapped around the arm belonging to your invading hand and forcing it deeper. After a few seconds she breathlessly pulls back, managing
“Too much water.... I... I can’t believe I...” You withdraw your finger and lift her up and set her on the edge of the bath, kneeling on the steps as you pound her. The sound of your thighs hitting her haunches fills the room, loud clapping noises that echo off the walls and up to the glass ceiling. You spread her legs more, working in and out of her like a piston, feeling yourself reaching climax. Around you, she tightens and loosens, her body rocking as she orgasms. On cue, you orgasm too, filling her insides with your cum. The load isn’t as fierce as earlier, still spent from the incredible amount you produced. When you’re finished and pull out, her lower body is two gaping holes, flexing and attempting to close themselves as she pants for release. She grabs the bucket of cold water and pours it on herself before shaking her wet coat off.
“Can you... grab us a towel? I do believe it’s time to settle in for a nap.”
You look up at the sun coming in through the glass roof and shrug. If she wants to take a nap, it seems like a good time. You slap her on the butt as you dry off and she gasps and grabs your arm with her tail, turning to confront you with a mock-angry look in her eyes.
“Oh I hope you know the evening you’re earning for yourself right now.”
You look down at her innocently, forcing a frown. She bursts out laughing and wiggles her nose up against your stomach. You kneel down to her level and she rubs your nose with hers. Helping her into her robe, you exit the steamy room and enter the cold hotel lobby, eagerly awaiting an afternoon of cuddling in warm soft bedsheets with the pony you love in your arms.