Author's Note

Guest chapter written and presented by Loyal (w/editing by yours truly)

A big tip of the hat to Loyal for providing an excellent addition to the Red Shoe Diaries. We both hope you enjoy it!

Episode 6 - Spa Day (Twilight Sparkle-Aloe-Lotus) [Guest Author: Loyal]

Dear Red Shoes,

I've been a long-time reader of your work, and if your reputation is to be believed, your ability to draw secrets from nearly any mare is matched only by the discretion you show with the stories that they tell you. To be honest, I never thought I'd be adding a story of my own to your pages. But for a pony in my position... Well, let's just say that I don't get many chances to relax - much less really indulge myself.

But when the opportunity does arise once in a blue moon, I tend to go all out...

The wind rippled through my mane and over my flanks as I soared through the cool morning sky over Ponyville. Lately, I had developed a habit of taking mid-morning flights around town as a way to re-energize myself, maintain good cardiovascular health, and further memorize the layout of the town from the air. Well, okay, it was really just a way to de-stress, but all of those other reasons were perfectly valid... Or at least valid enough to get me out of a few meetings now and again.

This morning’s flight was a bit of a departure from even that, however, as I had somewhere to be. I spotted my destination and began to make a leisurely loop of the town square, avoiding a nasty thermal rising from Sugarcube Corner’s chimneys that could have easily sent me careening through the roof of Rarity's boutique, which was just down the street. "What a way to say ‘thank you,’ right?" I chuckled.

The thing about Rarity is, sometimes she lives up the name of her Element a little too well. I know she means well, but her constant prying can become a little tedious, particularly when it comes on top of the other hundred or so things that had been stressing me as of late. Rarity's habit of nosing around had hit a fever pitch too, after she stumbled upon evidence of some of my less-than-ladylike stress relief routines. It was at her insistence (and with no small amount of funding, I was sure) that I now found myself making my way to the Lotus Leaf Spa.

This appointment had been planned for weeks, thanks again to Rarity. She was the spa's most loyal and generous customer, which the spa's owners repaid by allowing her to occasionally book the entire spa for herself. Rarity had confided in me that she and Fluttershy had once enjoyed the all-day treatment together, which would have explained one particularly mysterious absence when the two of them hadn’t shown for a book club meeting.

Putting that aside, Rarity insisted that I take a day to de-stress, relax, and get away from the worries of Ponyville’s emerging government. Aloe and Lotus agreed immediately upon hearing that Rarity wanted to treat me to the ‘Supreme Package,’ and had sent several correspondences expressing their mounting excitement. Truth be told, I was excited as well. Nervous, but excited. I had visited the spa a few times over the years, but those visits had always been in the company of my friends, usually as a precursor to whatever social engagements we had managed to finagle our way into.

Today, though, it was just me.

A million thoughts raced through my mind as I set hooves to pavement just outside of the spa. Many of those thoughts were about the odds of a national emergency breaking out while I was off getting a hooficure, while most of the others were about my own safety, as well as that of the spa and its owners. I haven’t had a magical accident in ages, but putting myself squarely in the hooves of two ponies – professional or otherwise – had me concerned for my inner stability. Plenty of documentation existed on relaxation techniques for unicorns, most of which focused on how its improper use could lead to sporadic spell-casting, bouts of uncontrolled telekinesis, or even group teleportation to some unsavory locations.

The other mounting issue I had was, well, to be frank…

I was in heat.

A mare’s heat is more often than not a private affair, especially if she’s not romantically involved with a devoted partner. For me, I had managed to mitigate much of the stress involved with such a debacle with spells, seclusion, and distractive reading. But since the whole debacle with Tirek and the quite unexpected promotion that came out of it, I hadn't had one. This was my first, and it was not going to be pretty.

Normally, I would have cancelled all plans for at least the next day, secluded myself in some wayward library, and read about the extrapolative theories of telluric resonances in Saddle Arabian enchantments. Instead, my original correspondence with Lotus and Aloe had returned with a 100% guarantee that my, um, ‘condition’ would not affect the spa treatment in any way. They alluded to some therapeutic benefits from aromatherapy and bathing rituals, but I was nonplussed.

Nevertheless, I had come this far already, and I owed it to Rarity to at least give it a try. So, I swallowed the small lump in my throat and made my way into the spa.

“Good mornink!” Lotus Blossom’s cheery voice was the first thing to greet me, laden with a thick, exotic accent. She was a gorgeous mare in her own right, with that cobalt-blue hide and bubblegum-pink mane that reminded me only distantly of Pinkie Pie. Her twin, Aloe, stood right by her side, looking a mirror of her sister with a pink coat and blue mane. Both of them were beaming graciously at me, and their warm reception sparked a smile of my own.

“Good morning to you, too, Lotus; Aloe. It’s good to see you again.”

“Vee haff missed joo!” Aloe bubbled as she swept forth, unceremoniously tossing her hooves around me. Hugs and displays of affection were no uncommon occurrence in Equestria as a whole, but in light of my predicament, I immediately felt awkward in returning the embrace. She smelled like her namesake; like crushed aloe leaves mixed with a hint of… Was that peppermint? Mingling with my own faint musk, I felt immediately ashamed for associating the two. I almost turned around and left right then and there.

Until I heard the distinct click of the door locking behind me. I turned my head just in time to see Lotus flip the spa's window sign to 'closed' and draw the curtains.

“I-is that really necessary?” I asked. Lotus caught my glance, returning the look with another warm smile.

“Vee haff the whole day reserved for joo! Eet vould be highly unprofessional if vee accepted any other customers today.” She waggled a hoof out to the street. “They can wait. Today is all about joo!” Aloe’s hooves left me, but she pressed up against my right side, with Lotus occupying my left. Before I could voice any concerns, the twins ushered me out of the lobby and deeper into the spa.

Despite having visited this place a few times before, I found myself struck with a little bit of first-timer’s anxiety. The short hallways and frosted-glass doors seemed oddly alien to me. I had forgotten my right hoof from my left, let alone what lay beyond which door. Some small part of my brain kept screaming at me, telling me to relax, to take it easy and enjoy myself; that nothing was going to go wrong, and Equestria could survive without me for a day.

But the majority of my brain was torn between staving off an anxiety attack, suppressing the 'need to rut' instinct that came with my heat cycle, and basking in the lingering scent of Aloe's gorgeous blue mane. My mind was still in a hundred places at once when I was ushered through one of those frosted glass doors and into a rather plain-looking locker room.

“Normally ve haff customers who haff things with them,” Aloe began explaining, her accent a slightly deeper alto from her sister’s. “They can store their things here, but ve almost always begin with a shower.”

“O-okay.” I stuttered, following their lead past the low wooden benches and stacks of small lockers that lined the walls on either side of the room. Beyond that was what looked to be a communal shower room, judging by the array of shower heads and the sunken-in floor. I had fully expected the twins to leave me to my business, but I was shocked when they turned the water on, adjusting the temperature to their liking, and ushered me under the stream themselves. They got soaked right alongside me, their hooves pulling at my mane and tail in equal measure.

“H-hey, I- woah!”

“Relax, darlink!” Aloe crooned behind me, her hooves working on my tail with smooth, even pulls. “Ve haff to relax ze follicles!”

“Y-yeah, but you know I’m- AAH!” The smooth tugs quickly undid whatever progress I had made in quelling my raging hormones, instead cranking them up to a roaring blaze inside of me. I could feel my clitoris winking lewdly, further cementing the idea that this was a panic-worthy occurrence, and I most certainly would not be enjoying myself.

“Ve know, darlink.” Lotus chimed in, her voice lower since it was closer to my ears. She was indeed leaning in, her mouth a few inches away as she raked her hooves through my mane. “Und ve apologize. Ze arousal will stop, I assure you, once ve move on to treatments. Trust me, joo aren’t ze first mare in heat ve haff... serviced.”

The continued tugging on my tail, combined with the way she used the word 'serviced' had me reeling. Aloe’s hooves dug into the strands of my tail right by the dock, putting firm pressure on parts of my anatomy I had only explored in teenage flights of fancy.

I've never been much of a sexual pony, to be honest. My erotic exploits consisted almost solely of masturbation, and even that was done merely as a way to relieve heat-related stress. I did have a brief fling with a cute stallion in my class back in Canterlot, but it lasted less than a month. We had hardly moved beyond simple kissing before we agreed our studies were more important than romance.

Thus, with no clear way to relieve myself of the heat and two (admittedly gorgeous) mares pulling on me end-to-end, I felt more than a little trapped. But, just as soon as I felt the panic rising to uncomfortable levels, it was over. The twins cranked the shower off and went to fetch towels. I stood on the wet tile, shivering from something that wasn't the cold, and halfway tempted to cast a quick pleasure spell to blast away the anxiety. As soon as I cemented my resolve, however, they returned and began toweling me off.

On any normal day, I’d have insisted I do it myself. But that small part of my brain begging me to relax won a rare victory over my nerves and I surrendered myself to the sisters' fluffy assault. I found myself tongue-tied as their towel-shod hooves fluffed my mane and tail, giving only the slightest bit of pressure to my more sensitive areas. After the firm tugs from earlier, the toweling was a cakewalk. The little boost of confidence made a huge difference for me at that moment, especially when Aloe announced that the next treatments would do much to alleviate my arousal.

First up was a mud bath. Rarity used them regularly, but I had never had the opportunity. Then again, I so rarely did things that were outside of my comfort zone; yet there I was standing on the edge of a pool filled with a viscous, syrupy concoction that somehow smelled much better than it looked on first glance.

With a bit of an assist from Lotus, I gingerly stepped into the pool of mud… And oh my, what a relief that was too. As soon as my haunches sank into the mud, the fire in my nether regions was snuffed out in an instant. The mud did feel a bit squishy as it worked its way up my lower half, but the cooling effect it had on me was worth all the odd sensations in the world.

I sank back into the tub with a long sigh, keeping my wings tucked tight until only my face and forehooves remained above the surface of the mud. I thought I’d have to shift and adjust until I found a comfortable spot, but I found myself sinking into its embrace like a ship with a slow leak in the hull. It seeped its way into my joints and around my body, slowly sucking me in until I settled on the bench beneath the surface.

The combined effect had me more than a little zoned out. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift while Lotus and Aloe began one of their famous hooficures. They stayed completely silent as they worked; I could barely even hear the rasping of their files and polishers as they lavished attention on each of my hooves in turn.

“Princess?” It took me a moment to even register that somepony was talking to me. Shaking myself, I looked up at a beaming Aloe, who stood at the foot of the tub. “Ve are done with ze mud bath. Come, and ve vill rinse you off.”

“R-right.” I was loathe to leave the mud, but the physical act of standing up and out of the tub was quite interesting to my inner scientist. The mud slid off of my body as if I was shrugging out of a silk bathrobe. From my neck to the tip of my tail, I felt the mud sluice off, its weight leaving me feeling light and airy afterwards.

I could still feel thick globs of mud sliding down my body as I made my way to another tub on the opposite end of the room. This one mystified me a little when I first saw it. It appeared to be an empty tub with a long table set in the middle. It was flanked by two smaller tables, one to each side. In fact, the only parts of the tub that seemed to be for actual bathing were to the far left and right sides, but there were small tables at those points as well, each of which had a type of garden hose attached to their legs. Finally, a large rack sat behind the entire apparatus, its shelves stocked with dozens of bottles of oils, creams,and other products I couldn't even try to identify.

Then I realized with a small bit of horror that I had mud in some rather unsavory places. I knew from experience that a regular bath was in order somewhere down the line, and it wouldn't do for me to trek mud into them. Which was likely why this table was here, to rinse the mud from my body. The tables, I realized, would be for my mud-laden wings. And the indents were for Aloe and Lotus to stand. So they could rinse the mud from my wings… And my body…

…And my haunches.

“Zis…” Aloe grimaced faintly at me. “May be… debilitatink.”

“R-right.” I returned the look, feeling my core muscles flex in nervous anticipation. “S-should I just get on, then?”

“Zat vould be best.” Lotus led me into her portion of the tub, standing comfortably in the indent on my right. Aloe took the one on the left, both of them offering hooves to help me stretch out. The table in the middle was sloped and rounded, so that my torso rested mostly on-level with the twins. My haunches, however, would dip downwards and into the same recess that Aloe and Lotus shared. If the tub were full, my head would be just above the level of the water, with my haunches well below the surface.

I stretched out on my stomach, my forelegs curled underneath my chin. Aloe and Lotus carefully guided me until I was situated. It was surprisingly comfortable, though my mind was too busy trying to calm itself to really notice.

’Here it comes, Twilight. Just control yourself. They’re professionals, and you’re a Princess. You have a problem, and they have the solution. Just relax.’

Maybe it was the mud bath, or maybe it was that little inner monologue that finally did it, but I found myself relaxed at last. The water started, filling the immediate air with steam and droplets.

“Is ze temperature okay?” Lotus asked softly, spraying the stream against my foreleg experimentally.

“It’s fine, actually. Thank you.” I nodded my approval, watching as my coat emerged from the layers of caked-on mud. The rivulets of dirt cascaded off of my body inch by inch as the twins began rinsing me off. They prioritized my forelegs, neck, and mane, which actually felt rather nice. The hot water was like a highly focused massage of its own, though I knew a more thorough one would be coming later on. That was a whole other barrel of stress that I’d just as soon not think about just then, and thankfully enough, I didn't in favor of focusing on the rinsing process. Aloe and Lotus were careful and tender, using the firm streams to buff out any dirt from my upper body.

After my forelegs and head were clean, I was allowed to lay them down. I crossed my hooves and rested my chin on them as the water then shifted to my shoulders and chest. The twins took a few moments to spread my wings out as well, and after holding them in for the mud bath, spreading them like that felt absolutely divine.

“Ooh…”

“Hehe.” Aloe chuckled slightly. “Somepony hasn’t been preenink herself.”

“Ooh, not good!” Lotus gave a soft ‘tsk’ing noise at my side, guiding her own water hose over the dirt-caked feathers. “Ve shall include one for joo!”

“Oh! I, uuh-“

Allow me to explain. Preening for pegasi was an incredibly intimate thing. I had only truly preened myself a few times since gaining my wings, and each time had been a surprisingly eye-opening and refreshing – if mildly arousing – experience. Rainbow Dash had instructed me the first time on how to do it properly and what to avoid. I asked her why she didn't do it for me, when she nearly slapped me. I remember her words almost hauntingly well.

“I like you, Twi, but I’m not INTO you! Sheesh, egghead, get yourself a stallion to do that.”

I had found out shortly after that why. Preening tended to stimulate several minute nerve-endings in the wing’s nervous system that were linked almost directly to the spine, and as such, the tail dock. Putting such minute pressure on those nerves resulted in wing-flares (or, as I’d heard them unceremoniously referred to, ‘Wingboners.’) Wing-flares were a traditional pegasus mating sign, one to be displayed only to romantic partners. Since then, I had only preened myself in private, and only when I was sure I could handle the inevitable arousal myself.

“Relax, darlink.” Aloe patted my neck gently. “Eet’s fine by us. Joo are getting the Deluxe treatment, after all! Ve haff done zis plenty of times before.” Her low voice had a certain mix of ‘sultry’ and ‘confident’ to it that I couldn't help but acquiesce to. Part of me wondered just HOW many times they had done it, to be honest.

’Buck it. I’m already here in heat, what more could possibly go wrong?’

“Okay.” I sighed, closing my eyes and relaxing once more. I couldn't quite see it, but a soft noise told me that both the spa sisters had smiled at my agreement. Thankfully enough, the preening didn't start right away. They had to rinse off the majority of the mud first. That was another thing I was a little thankful for. Part of the incumbent magic that came along with flight was the way our wings repelled water. Half of it was the oil we secreted (not unlike a duck or other waterfowl) but the magic also kept moisture from building up where it might freeze at colder, high-altitude temperatures. As the twins guided their hot streams of water over my wings, the mud flowed off of them immediately, leaving the amethyst feathers looking pristine and flawless underneath.

“Zere ve go.” Lotus smiled as my wings were rinsed off, leaving only my lower half exposed. “Ve vill do zem next. Ve haff to get the rest of zis mud off!”

I could almost feel my heart plummet into my stomach. My eyes snapped open as the water caressed its way up onto my barrel, and began working down my back.

“Uuh…” If I were to voice my discomfort, neither of them heard it. I managed to quiet myself as the streams worked down my spine and over my cutie marks. Thankfully, they seemed to be avoiding the delicate flesh between my legs, at least for the moment. I heard them shift about to face my rear end, placing their brightly colored tails to either side of my own head. One of them focused on buffing the water out of the long, luxurious strands of my own tail while the other worked on my hooves. It started innocently enough, but as the moments stretched on, I felt those hot streams inching higher and higher.

The faint scent of my arousal hit my nose again, making me cringe inside. Honestly, I was more ashamed that I was unable to control myself. The hot water massaged the inside of my thighs, inching ever-closer to the epicenter of–

’Wait just one moment…’ I thought. ’There’s still mud and water covering me down there. How could I possibly be smelling my own- ohhhhhh…’ The realization came with a furious blush.

It wasn’t my arousal I was smelling just then.

“Uh, are you two–“

“Just relax, darlink.” One of their voices came to me as if on a cloud, wafting through my ears with a siren sound. “Ve vill take care of joo.”

The water finally met its goal, spraying directly against my tail dock and vagina. My muscles contracted immediately, expelling a thin bit of fluid and making me whimper out of embarrassment. The water rinsed away the mud completely. Not that I could tell, I was too busy feeling the hot pulses go into me. Whichever one of them was doing that was evil. Evil to no extent. I felt my chest quake, my wings stiffening out to my sides as the water gushed against my pussy, reducing me to a sloppy, dripping mess back there.

If this was the twin's way of helping me 'take the edge off', it was working to perfection, and I surrendered immediately to the first pulses of an oncoming orgasm. I just laid there and let the hot streams of water coax a long, slow burning climax from me. Tongue lolling out of my mouth, I felt the muscles in my haunches send my tail thrashing against the tub, whipping Aloe and Lotus with the long, sodden strands. Not that they seemed to mind, if the insistent jet of water was any indication. It continued to pulse away at my pleasure hole, riding out my orgasm with a continued stream of blissfully-hot water.

“Oooohh,” I melted onto the tub’s table with a sigh, my eyes fluttering closed as sweet, blessed relief flooded my senses. Never mind that this was my first orgasm with another female, or that I, a Princess, had been reduced to a helpless blob of pony flesh by two gorgeous mares. Those thoughts and all the others that had haunted me since breakfast that morning were banished to the moon, eclipsed, then banished again to some other far-off celestial body whose light took millennia to reach Equestria.

I was in Elysium, and it was glorious.

“Zere ve are. Much better, no?” Lotus’ perky voice drew me out of my euphoric haze. The water had stopped, and as far as I could tell, I was completely free of the mud now. Squirming my haunches together betrayed no alien sensation of leftover mineral between them, and flexing my core muscles assured me there was nothing inside. I was clean again, and thankfully so.

“Y-yeah, actually… I feel much better.” I had to admit. The first orgasm of a heat cycle is always just a teaser, though. I knew in a few minutes, maybe as much as fifteen, I’d be eager for another.

“Mees Rarity was right, zen.” Aloe purred, her lips surprisingly close to my ear. “Joo really do need our ‘Deluxe’ treatment.”

“Curse that mare for her lack of surreptitiousness.” I moaned playfully, trying hard to ignore the soft sensation of air pulsing over my ear. “I-if you don’t mind my asking, though… What is the ‘Deluxe’?”

“Oh you shall see, darlink.” Lotus returned, nosing the feathers of my still-stiff wing. “Just trust us ven ve say you’ll leaff here feelink very…” She leaned in, pressing her muzzle right to the base of the wing. “Relaxed.”

“Uuhn…” That was the only sound I could muster as she began working the base of my wing. The muscle structure of a pegasus’ wings are critical to flight, but they are also one continuous erogenous zone. The zones varied in intensity, but under a skilled hoof, they could be manipulated to drive any pegasus wild in a matter of minutes. Lotus wasted no time in nosing and massaging the primary joints, hitting all the spots that sent electric jolts of pleasure down my spine and to my haunches almost immediately. My tail thrashed through the air, my mouth hanging open as I moaned helplessly.

“Zere ve are.” She cooed, her hoof rising up to the bones of my wing, gingerly guiding it down. “Eets good to get ze ving aroused before a preening. Eet makes ze feathers easier to manipulate, no?” She giggled playfully, the soft exhalation sending several more hot pulses of air directly across the damp feathers. I whimpered thinly, my thighs squirming together as the sporadic muscle twitches returned in-force. To top it all off, Aloe joined in on the fray, doing the exact same thing for my other wing. They both snapped open, quivering with anticipation as shudders of pleasure raced up and down my spine like electricity. I was squirming on the table now, and half a moment away from biting my foreleg to keep from crying out.

That’s when the preening really began.

Aloe’s lips wrapped around the first feather, using the soft tissue rather than her teeth to give it a small bit of pressure, enough to straighten it out and set it in place. I gasped as the first jolt of ecstasy shot through my core, expelling a thin bit of liquid arousal from my twitching cunt. I had felt a similar burst of pleasure during my own preening attempts, but holy stars was it another sensation altogether coming from somepony else. And they were good at it.

It seemed almost like they were alternating, one or the other using their lips to set my large primary feathers straight while smoothly stripping away the smaller downy feathers that sat in between the primaries. The downy feathers were expendable and new ones would quickly grow to take their places. Each one produced a little jolt of pleasure as it was caught in the twin’s skilled lips, but the bigger ones, the primaries...

Woah nelly.

My tail became a whirlwind of excitement, and I found myself actually rising up on my knees each time they set a new one straight. The shots of pleasure were rocking through me like lightning, as if they were working on my clitoris instead of my feathers. Panting openly now, each new straightened feather made me emit a thin stream of feminine cum and every few feathers, I could feel another mini-orgasm rush through me. Each one flooded my nose with the smell of my own musk, and my senses with another wave of pure euphoria. I was totally powerless to even try to stop them, and I think I lost count somewhere around twelve.

Twelve twitching, panting, musk-filled orgasms brought on solely by my wings. Oh how blessed I felt to have wings in that moment.

“Zere ve are.” Lotus cooed, her hooves rising to my spine, gingerly massaging the muscle between the two joints. “Zat vasn’t so bad, now, vos it?”

“N-no,” I moaned, my tail still twitching eagerly. Orgasms from wing-stimulation are lovely and all, but they had done little to assuage the fire in my gut. They hadn't even touched my vagina, save with the water, and here I was riled up and wetter than an April rainstorm.

“Ve haff only just started, darlink.” Aloe chimed in, her lips coming right next to my ear. “Now ve get on to our favorite part of ze ‘Deluxe.’”

“A-and that would be…?”

Both mares leaned in to whisper into either ear.

“’Ze massages.’”

A few minutes later, I found myself on another long table, supported by a series of white cushions that had a very curious consistency and feel to them. The twins explained that the material used in them allowed for easy clean up, as the 'deluxe' massages often got a bit messy. Part of me couldn't decide if that was due only to the massage oils, or liquids of a more intimate nature.

Nevertheless, I found myself stretched out on my stomach once more, resting my head on my forelegs, and two beautiful mares standing on either side of me. The difference between this table and the other one was that Aloe and Lotus could sit on their own haunches while they used their hooves to massage.

And oh what a massage it was. They weren't shy with the oil application, as I felt a torrent of it wash over my back and wings. They started with the latter, using tiny mouth-held brushes to spread the oil evenly onto each feather. Gone was the electric shocks that had reduced me to a cum-flecked, whimpering mess previously, replaced instead with a low, insistent hum that made my entire body feel like I was caught in a thunderhead. If I closed my eyes and focused, I could almost feel the electricity running between my oil-soaked feathers.

Following that, the twins laid their hooves on my neck, starting high up enough to massage the joint of my skull. Immediately, I felt a rush of blood to my head, making me dizzy. The twins ‘tsk’d’ again, and I could imagine them shaking their heads disapprovingly.

“So tense, Princess. Joo need to relax more often. Eets not good for joor health!”

“Joo need to learn better de-stressink techniques. Ve can recommend some after we’re done here.”

“Ah huh.” I moaned, feeling more like a blob than I had before. It was like all coordination had gone from my muscles. In the aftermath of the buzzing wing-oiling and the preening, I could feel each nerve ending as their hooves manipulated and massaged the minute muscles in my neck, but I couldn’t control them if I wanted to.

They moved on down my back, massaging the flight muscles again. This time, there was less of an erotic undertone to it, and more of a tender, professional one. Sure, I got the flares again, my wings throbbing almost painfully as they massaged minute circles into the bundle of muscles right at the joint. But it wasn't the tail-thrashing, panting arousal from before. This was the ‘low-groaning-heavens-help-me-I-need-a-rut’ sort of arousal. Yet afterwards, I felt a strength in my wings I hadn't known existed. They felt powerful and full, like if I flapped now I’d move maybe twice as fast as I had previously.

It made me wonder if Rainbow Dash’s comment on getting stallions to do pegasi preenings had any impact on her flight ability.

It also made me wonder if I’d get any more orgasms before this little spa trip was up. That little wonder found its way to the fore of my mind as the twins made their way down my forelegs, paying extra-special attention to my thigh and calf muscles.

“Joo haff very good muscle structure.” Aloe commented halfway through the foreleg massage. “Eet’s no vonder joor ze talk of ze town.”

“I’m what?” I asked, half out of interest, half just to hear that sultry alto voice purr through my ears a little more.

“Come now, Twilight. Ze shy librarian suddenly becomes Princess? Und she’s single? Don’t you zink zere are more than a few stallions und mares viz their eyes on you?”

“You don’t say…” This was certainly a new development. I had entertained thoughts of pursuing a romantic relationship in Ponyville before, but had elected not to in interest of other things, like saving the world on a bi-monthly basis. Oh, and reading, of course. Still, I was more than a bit intrigued by this bit of news. For better or worse, it made sense for others to be talking about me; it had only been a few months since Tirek's defeat and the appearance of my new, absurdly large castle. But to hear that I was apparently Ponyville's most eligible mare as well was another thing entirely.

Suddenly, some recent (and admittedly stressful) events were thrown into relief. There had been several suitors with gifts of a romantic variety at the castle, which I had attributed at first to the vicinity of Hearts and Hooves day. I was grateful for the gifts, and I’d like to think I accepted them graciously, but the stallions and mares who had given them were suddenly more than just well-wishers.

And then there was Rarity, whose increasing interest into my personal life had been perhaps the oddest occurrence of them all. I’d catch her wearing wonderful dresses every time she came to visit, or going out of her way to cover even the most menial of tasks for me. Before, I had thought them coincidence, or perhaps a bit odd. Now, I could see the real reason behind it.

I was extremely flattered, but still not sure what to make of one of my closest friends harboring romantic feelings for me.

But I knew exactly what to think of the hooves that were roaming my prone form.

“Oh, that feels divine.” I moaned as Lotus and Aloe left my relaxed forelegs behind and moved on to my barrel. They massaged up and down my sides and along my ribs in a methodical – and borderline erotic – rhythm. They slid as far down as my cutie mark, spreading more massage oil as they went; so much so that my nostrils were flooded with a heady combination of jasmine, lavender, and sugar. My coat quickly became slicked and matted under their care, and the pillows beneath me were utterly soaked.

But frankly, I didn't care at all. In fact, it seemed those small, niggling doubts that kept cropping up had decided to call it quits. I could care less about the state of the cushions, or Equestria’s safety, or even the torrent of obvious suitors at that moment. I couldn't even be bothered to think about the hooves roaming down to the base of my tail, or how said tail was thrashing wildly with the need for satisfaction.

What I did care about was the impending orgasm I was about to receive. The twins’ hooves dipped between my thighs, indenting the flesh deviously close to my flared core. I let loose a thin whimper, drawing my lip between my teeth as the first tantalizing shudder of pleasure rocked through me. That little taste wasn’t all that I got, either. The twins began massaging where their hooves lay, and despite my efforts to keep the area flexed and pent-up, I found myself relaxing into their touch. My hips sagged and my tail shot straight up, flipping over my back to stick to the oil-laden hairs of my coat. I was totally exposed to them, and for once, I didn't care at all.

But Lotus and Aloe? Oh, they cared, and in the best way possible. The tingling sensation of the oil and their expert touch had me so relaxed, I could hardly tell exactly where their hooves were. But I knew they were doing some devious things to my outer lips and the tender flesh surrounding them, if the rush of ecstasy in my veins was any indication. They had me reduced to to a moaning, whimpering lump of pony flesh disguised as a princess, and I was loving every second of it.

Then the next orgasm hit me like a runaway train, and I could barely contain my voice at all as I cried out in pleasure. I could hear the sound of my liquid orgasm spurting forth, pitter-pattering onto the pillows and table beneath me, joining the multitude of oil and lotion that had been spread all over my backside. The smell of my own cum mixed with the lotions and oils to produce a truly intoxicating aroma that could best be described as the smell of raw lust.

“Oooohh yess…” I hissed the breath out through my teeth, sagging onto the table even further than I already had. The twins continued to tenderly massage my flared labia, though I was sure I had just cum enough times to wear me out for at least the rest of the day.

Oh how wrong I was.

“Haah!” I inhaled suddenly as pleasure ripped through my entire lower half, making my torso shoot up, arching my back as my wings snapped out hard enough to fling droplets of oil all over the room.

I tried to turn my head to see what the twins were doing to me, but Lotus appeared before me, her half-lidded eyes betraying lust and hunger. Before I could react, she pulled my face towards hers with both hooves, plastering out open mouths together. Her tongue invaded me, wrestling against mine until even that part of my body had been reduced to a useless lump. I drooled listlessly, my own eyes fluttering half-closed as Lotus kissed me with an amount of pressure that was both tender and powerful at once. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my life. Her lips were so hot, so full of wants, needs, and lust… It was the kind of kiss I would imagine in the deepest depths of a masturbatory fancy, where orgasm is the goal and it’s close enough to taste.

We drooled on each other helplessly, slurping and kissing in a way that would have made me run away screaming just yesterday (or even earlier that morning.) All the while, the waves of pleasure wracked my lower half, turning my legs to putty and making me drip uncontrollably. From the erotic, wet noises behind me, I could only guess what Aloe was up to, be it her hooves, her tongue, or some combination thereof.

When it ended, I lay sprawled on my stomach, with Lotus kissing the side of my face tenderly, leaving stray patches of saliva from the corner of my mouth up to the tip of my ear. Behind me, I could finally feel specific things again, and Aloe’s tongue was busy lapping up the mess I had made.

“Zat vos good.” Aloe’s low voice finally reached my ears, now that her tongue wasn't occupied. “Joo came so much; I feel almost cheap charging Mees Rarity for zis!”

“Oh darlink, joo must let me taste her.” Lotus’ lips left my face, and from the way I was turned, I could just barely see the twins meet off to my left for another heated kiss. Just watching them riled me up, the blood returning to my system eagerly. Their tongues undulated back and forth, their eyes shut sweetly so. I couldn't help it. Watching those two kiss like that triggered something in me. I rolled onto my back, spreading my wings and legs both, my front hooves dipping between my oil-and-cum-slicked thighs.

Watching the twins, my hoof buried between my thighs, I let a hot breath pulse out of my mouth, which alerted the two mares to my predicament.

“Are joo…?”

Yes, yes I was. I was clopping to the sight of the twins kissing, and so help me, it was incredible. Not like earlier, when I had no input (or cognitive idea) what exactly was happening to me, I could feel the sensations of my hoof grinding against my core. It stoked the flames back to ‘roaring’ again in an instant, my entire body buzzing with pleasure.

“Zis vill not do.” Aloe purred, nice and low. “Ve cannot haff you pleasing yourself visout us! Lotus, darlink, give her some assistance.”

“Vis pleasure.” Lotus reared up between my legs, grinning down at my deviously. “Zis is my favorite zink to do… Just hold steel and let me…” She poured even more oil on me, her hooves spreading it all over my stomach and pubis. The extra oils flowed down my already-soaked fur like a waterfall, covering my haunches in a fresh mixture of oil and cum. Without another word, Lotus straddled my hips, adjusted her legs, and pushed us together. Our cunts met with a wet squelch, slippery and wet and oh so erotic. Just as she started to move, though, I was robbed of the sight of her for something equally erotic and debilitating.

“Forgive me, my darlink.” Aloe purred, her hips hovering right above my face. “But ve do enjoy ourselves when we’re like zis… Could you return ze favor?”

“Y-yeah– hmmn!” I hardly had a moment to respond before she shoved herself onto my mouth. I had never even thought of tasting another mare like this, but with Lotus panting and moaning the way she was between my thighs, with the fire of my heat rampaging unchecked through my gut, and the several orgasms I had been subject to already, it was the furthest thing from my mind to deny her.

And what a taste it was. Aloe's juices had a very prominent smell... A good deal of musk, but with an intoxicating spike or peppermint and her namesake plant. The musky taste of it lathered my tongue, filling my senses completely. I could taste her, smell her, feel her, see her, and even hear her as she matched Lotus’ throaty, breathy moans. The whole situation blurred over for me, and after a while, I couldn't remember which of the twins was eating me out as if my pussy was her last meal, and which one had her marehood plastered across my face. We explored each other for what felt like ages. Tongues, hooves, hips, and tails, everything seemed to move perfectly against each other as we drew unbelievable amounts of pleasure from each other.

I wasn't sure who came when, or how it all ended, but I know that when I finally came-to, Lotus’s legs were thoroughly tangled in between my haunches, and Aloe was laying somewhere above my head, panting and shuddering like she had just run a marathon in a desert. I worked my tongue in my mouth, tasting the beautiful aftermath of my first time with not just one but two mares.

“So, ladies… What else comes with the ‘Deluxe’?”

The twins shared a grin.

Too often we find ourselves wrapped up in the minutiae of day-to-day lives. For some of us, like my easy-going Apple friend, the days are easy, save for the physical stress. For others, like my crushing dressmaker, they’re filled with tedious details and headache-inducing stressors. Others still have hard days with unruly animals, too many bakery orders, or weather schedule time-crunches.

But I've found it’s one hundred percent worth it if you take a day for yourself. Lay back, take it easy, and let someone else have the reins, so to speak.

It’s a good way to… Relax.