Author's Note

You can thank Adeste for reviving the story. He helped me write a little of this chapter, and the infamous and glorious TheOnlyOneWhoCared has returned to assist me in writing once more! And extra support and co-writing with linksbro1 by my side! Check out TOOWC's profile for his story Candy. A story that he and my boyfriend Patric12345 have been working on for awhile. Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it... enjoy, and Merry Christmas!

Chapter 4: Pinkie Pie?

“Ah! Just gimme a minu-aaaaah!” Sombra sputtered painfully as Big Mac dragged him by his legs out of the house. At this moment, Sombra was regretting locking Applejack in his crystal prison. Big Mac dragged him into the barn and hoisted him up, throwing Sombra into a pile of hay with a loud pomf!

Big Mac glared down at him, read to pummel the horned toad of an ex-king. “Now, before you do anything rash…” Sombra held his hands up defensively from his splayed position. Big Mag kneeled down and stared at Sombra’s still-naked crotch. “Oh gods, please don’t neuter me, I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again!”

Big Mac practically headbutted Sombra’s crotch before running his long, red tongue up the flaccid dong. The act made Sombra utter a sound of bewildered pleasure. “Haaaahnwh- huh?” Sombra mumbled after coming down from his surprised pedestal. Big Mac smiled and gripped his own hair tightly. “What are you...?”

When the hand moved down, the hair went with it. And the face…and the chest…and…

“Hiya!” Pinkie’s voice made Sombra’s heart skip a beat as the buff earth pony was replaced by a pink bundle of smiles and joy. He blinked a few times, his mouth slowly falling open.

“But…you…I…What?”

He was silenced by Pinkie tackling him into a hug, his head immediately shoved between her funbags. “I wanted to have some fun with you! You’ve been having little private parties, and I wasn’t a part of them! Now it’s time for our private party!” Pinkie squealed.

Sombra didn’t return the hug, he was too stunned in his continued attempts to comprehend what just happened. “But you… lifted me up effortlessly.” He stammered, staring at the Big Mac costume lying limply on the floor.

“I’m an earth pony! I may not be Big Mackie or AJ, but I’m strong, too!” She proved her point by releasing him from her grip and lifting him over her head with one hand. “See?”

Sombra’s eyes snapped open, grabbing her arms for some support and staring down at Pinkie with a surprised, yet impressed look. “Wow that’s…wow.”

Pinkie lowered him back down to the ground. “Yeah!”

Sombra was caught staring at the costume again. “It was very…um...lifelike.”

“You wanna go back to Sugarcube Corner?” She asked, completely ignoring his confusion.

Sombra slowly stood up and cleared his throat. “Of course. But uh, may I have some clothes?” Before he could finish what he was, saying, though, a bundle of clothes had been thrown at him- exactly what he was wearing before he’d started with Applejack. “Oh. Great!” Sombra smiled, beginning to put his underwear back on. “So uhhh…Hello.”

“Hi!”

Sombra never took his eyes off her as he slipped his pants on. “You work at Sugarcube Corner, correct?”

“Yup! I’m a baker, there!” Pinkie nodded.

“How quaint. I’m sure you make the best in town, and I’d be happy to try some of your goods.”

“Really? Try this one!” Pinkie said, holding out a cupcake. A freshly-baked one, in fact. Sombra squinted at the treat.

“Should I ask?”

Pinkie shook her head. Sombra rolled his eyes and approached her. Without pausing, he bent down and took a bite of it straight from her hand. Pinkie giggled as he chewed. Sombra smiled and gave a thumbs up.

“Yay!” She smiled wider. “Are you ready to head back?”

“Of course. Where you go, I go.” Sombra nodded, holding his arm out. Pinkie grabbed his hand and jumped into a haystack. Before Sombra could protest, the two of them came through the other side of the haystack…in front of Sugarcube Corner. Sombra’s head snapped back to the haystack, staring at it and doing a double, then triple take to their new position.

“Huzzawha?”

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head. Sombra scratched his head and returned to his normal demeanor.

“So…where do we start?” Sombra began.

As Sombra and Pinkie walked into the shop, a bell rings above their heads. A voice comes out from behind the counter.

“Just a moment dearie and I will be right-” Mrs. Cake pauses at the menacing pony standing in front of her. “Oh my Celestia you are a tall one.”

“Afternoon. The pleasure is mine.” Sombra bowed his head and approached the counter. “I am Sombra, and who is the lovely mare I am blessed be in the presence of?”

“Ah, uh, I’m Cup Cake and I am the co-proprietor of this establishment with my lovely husband, Carrot Cake.” She blushes, “good to meet you?”

“Pinkie speaks highly of you. I’m sure this place wouldn’t be the same without your gentle touch.” He glanced back toward the door as Pinkie made herself known, the bell above the door chiming as she opened the entrance just wide enough to slither through.

“Heeeey! I see you two are saying hi. Maaaybe other things are being said too?” Pinkie giggled

with a wink aimed directly to Mrs. Cake.

“Pinkie, not in front of the customers!” She gestured to the other ponies who were watching the exchange with some consternation. “So sorry about this, everypony. There is no need to be afraid, please, just enjoy your meals.” She blushed nervously. “Pinkie, is there a reason you are bringing this, ah-a hunk here?” She pulls at her collar.

“Well, what do you think I brought him here for? What did he do when he was hanging out with Rainbow, Applejack, and Rarity?” Pinkie rolled her eyes as if Mrs. Cake should know this.

“Um, should I Pinkie?” She looks at Sombra with an evaluating eye.

“Oh you know!” Pinkie giggled, hopping up beside Cup Cake and elbowing her gently. “That thing.”

“Um, what thin-Oh! Ooh.”

“Sex.” Pinkie emphasized loudly.

“Pinkie! What about the customers?” She looks sharply around. “Ahaha...Nothing to see here folks, but we are going to close up for my lunch break in ten minutes so would you kindly finish your meals so I can clean up?”

“You should always wait at least half an hour before swimming.” Pinkie said in a slightly serious manner before falling into a fit of giggles. Even Sombra couldn’t hold back a grin.

“Swimming? But we’re nowhere near the Ponyville pool.” She moves her eyes down Sombra’s body. “Where would I be swimming?”

“Oh, well Pinkie and I were going to the spa.” Sombra interjected.

“You were?” Cup Cake’s eyes fluttered. She seemed almost disappointed.

“Yeah, we were?” Pinkie cocked her head and shrugged. “That sounds fun! You wanna come Mrs. C?”

“If your husband doesn’t mind that is. I always am required to ask this to those in…” Sombra slid a hand down and took Cup Cake’s, squeezing the wedding ring on her hand before his grip solidified around the palm entirely. “A relationship.”

“Oh, my husband and I are...are you familiar with the term Swingers?” She rubbed his palm. Sombra’s ears twitched at the words and a smile crept up on his face. Mrs. Cake felt her face heating up at the sight. She could tell he knew very well what it meant, and she could only imagine what he was thinking.

“I’ll be outside. Don’t keep us waiting.” Sombra whispered. He spun around and pulled Pinkie against his body with a hand around her waist. She giggled and clung to the tall pony before the familiar chime signaled their exit.

Mrs Cake quickly bustled around clearing tables and wiping them down before writing a quick note on the fridge for her husband. Once she finished, she went to the front door and turned off the lights before switching the sign over to “Closed” and locking the door behind her.

The rest of the customers in the store just sat in silence and darkness, staring at the locked door and waiting. A certain blonde, cross eyed pegasus stood up from one of the tables and approached the counter, tapping on the bell at the front of the counter that signaled somepony needed service. “Hello?”

“Great! Glad you could join us.” Sombra began walking, dragging a limp pink pony that was curled around his arm.

“It was nothing. My husband is out of town for the day and the kids are being babysat by Cheerilee for the weekend.” She paused and put a thoughtful finger to her lips. “Am I forgetting anything?” She shook her head before hurrying back to Sombra’s side.

“A tad convenient. You sure you didn’t know I was coming?” Sombra flashed her a knowing look before turning his attention back to the road ahead.

“You know what that horned goat always sang.” Mrs Cake took a deep breath and sang in a ridiculous southern accent. “Be prepared, be prepared, always be prepared!”

“And which one of you is the horned goat?” Pinkie giggled, plopping onto the ground after releasing from Sombra and grabbing onto Cup Cake’s leg as she passed by. Smiling as her face grew a little pinker, Cup Cake grunted as Pinkie clawed her way like a cat, scurrying onto Mrs. Cake’s shoulders. “You!” Pinkie said, reaching down and booping Cup Cake on the tip of her nose.

“Pinkie?”

“Yeeees?”

“Is there a reason you are sitting on my shoulders?”

“Did you want me to get down?” Pinkie gave the most innocent smile Mrs. Cake had ever seen, and that was saying a lot. Especially seeing it upside down, as Pinkie had to bend far to show her the expression of pure joy.

“You know that your boobs are pressing on my head?”

“Is that a no?” Pinkie giggled, kissing Cake’s forehead.

“Not necessarily. I don’t mind it much at all. but maybe you can press your boobs on Sombra?” Mrs. Cake chuckled. “I’m sure that he wouldn’t mind it at all!”

“Yeaaah, maybe. But don’t you want ‘em? You sound like you don’t want ‘em.” Pinkie pouted, straightening up and crossing her arms. “I see how it is.” Mrs. Cake felt the soft globes leave the top of her head.

“Oh, fine. You can smoosh your boobs on my head again. They are quite soft, not to mention large. Once we get to the spa, I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing them.”

“Teehee!” Pinkie slid down Cup Cake’s back and hung off her with a hug around her neck, a pair of pink feet dragging behind them as Pinkie gave another long kiss to Mrs. Cake’s cheek. “You’re the bestest of parents. You’re not my parents, really. You’re more like my Ponyville parents! My home away from home, and my parents away from parents. I love you sooo much!”

“Oh, Pinkie… that’s so sweet. I had no idea you felt that way.” Mrs. Cake was again feeling her face heat up. If she didn’t know better, she thought she’d be turning into a tomato by the end of the day. Her eyes took to Sombra, seeing he had been watching the entire time. The happiest smile ever was on his face. Not one of lust, or smugness, one of genuinity. A quiet whimper escaped Cake’s mouth, looking down at the ground below.

“You don’t have to be ashamed, I’m happy you two have such a bond together. You’re like a couple of sisters that never fight. That’s a rare sight, but refreshing indeed.” Sombra laughed wholeheartedly and slowed, now walking beside them.

“So, Pinkie, shall we head to the spa?”

Mrs. Cake and Pinkie sat in the large room, with the familiar Aloe and Lotus waiting beside two benches with holes cut out for them to place their heads.

“So how often do you come by here, Pinkie?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“Only every week! Rarity brings me a lot. She doesn’t aaaalways offer, I just like being with my friends.” Pinkie hummed gently.

“Oh! That’s very nice of her, and you.” Mrs. Cake smiled. “And what kind of massage do you get?”

“Hmm. I always fall asleep before they tell me.” Pinkie prodded her own chin as she thought. “What was it…”

“Deep tissue?”

“No, Charmin.”

Mrs. Cake blinked. “What?”

“Oh hey!” Pinkie waved while hopping up and down. Cup Cake turned her attention as Sombra walked in with a couple towels neatly folded in his arms.

“And how are you two treating each other?”

“Oh, I was just asking Pinkie about the type of massage she usually gets.” Mrs. Cake said.

“Something. I know that it’s something.” Pinkie added, narrowing the search for the term.

“So, Mrs. Cake. What is first on the to-do list?” Sombra asked, approaching and turning to face the room full of treatments.

“Oh, dearie, just call me Cup. And I suppose that since we’re all talking about it, a massage would be a nice start.” She said.

The three were lead to their individual beds. Pinkie didn’t even have to be told to strip before her clothes were scattered about the room. “You can keep your underwear on.” Sombra chuckled, undoing his shirt.

“Pffft.” Pinkie dismissed his observation and flopped onto the table.

“Well, they are full-body massages, and one would probably expect them to want you to remove your clothing.” Cup said, removing her clothes just as Pinkie had- albeit in a much more controlled manner.

“Just saying, in case some ponies in this room are uncomfortable with that.” He assured, fiddling with his pants before leaving the rest of his body open to the elements. Without a moment's hesitation, he was on the table lying face down with Pinkie.

“You two sure do look comfortable.” Cup teased.

The only response from Pinkie was a gentle snoring. The massage hadn’t even started, and Sombra was already snickering in his seat.

Cup giggled as well, saying, “She did say that she tends to fall asleep before the massage.”

“I was lead to believe it was during the massage.”

“Pinkie is a very strange mare.” Cup admitted. “You never can be sure with anything when it comes to her.”

“I’ve learned to expect the unexpected when dealing with the Elements of Harmony.” Sombra laughed. Aloe was the first to make contact, guiding Mrs. Cake to the final bed and motioning her to lie down.

As soon as Cup laid on the table, Aloe began her massage, keeping it gentle. “Mmm.. thank you, Aloe.” Cup said.

Aloe smiled and looked over at Lotus, nodding. Lotus looked at Pinkie and saw she was still asleep, her eyes rolling before approaching Sombra. She dug her fingers into his back and started on him. “Mmm… first massage in over… how many hundreds of years?” Sombra chuckled.

“You must be pretty tense, then.” Cup smirked.

“Well, I had Rainbow to give me a hand. And Rarity, and Applejack.” Sombra added with the same smirk spreading onto his own face.

“And soon enough, Pinkie and myself will be your own personal stress relievers, then.”

“You certainly sound eager. Husband not treating you well enough?”

Cup reached a hand over to Sombra’s table and gave him a light swat on the muzzle. “Now I’ll only tell you once, dear- don’t insult my husband. I know you were only joking, but my point stands.”

Blinking rapidly, Sombra held back a tear. “Of course… my apologies.” He stammered out, clearing his throat.

“Apology accepted.” Cup said, patting his cheek. “And as for eagerness… well, what can I say? A young, virile, hunk of a stallion offers me a good time? Of course I’m eager!”

“Well! I’m happy to help in anyway I can.” Sombra nodded, glancing back at Lotus. She seemed to be in awe, staring at something at the back end of the table. “Miss?”

Lotus gasped, yanking herself back to the massage, her face a lighter shade of what Cup Cake had been turning earlier. And by the color, Mrs. Cake had an idea of what she saw.

“I bet that that happens to you fairly often.” Cup noted.

“Quite. I believe Rainbow doesn’t get entranced fairly often? At least, not in the way a filly looks at the stars for the first time.” He giggled to himself.

“It’s like the opposite of a dowsing rod, it leads mares to itself.” Cup said.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one flattering you?”

“You can if you’d like.” Cup offered. “Either way, I win.”

“I will when I think of something.” He mused. Pausing, he thought about the statement. “When I say that, I don’t mean there’s nothing flattering, I just meant… I... uh.” He mumbled.

“Not used to having somepony who’s used to all this, hmm?” Cup Cake teased.

“I’ll admit, it’s a nice change of pace. Usually everypony just stares at me when I walk by. Half of them because they have heard the stories of what happened at the Crystal Empire, and the other half simply because I’m… well, different.” Sombra sighed. He seemed almost forlorned, like he was reminiscing about something.

“Are you okay, dearie?” Cup Cake asked, reaching over and gently laying her hand on his arm.

“I’m just not used to this kind of treatment. I don’t mean the spa, just… all of it. Pinkie and her friends taking me in like a stray cat. No one should feel sorry for me, but yet they do. Why?” Sombra sunk further into the hole of the spa bed. She could feel his muscles relax more than ever. It seemed almost like they had just given up on being tense whatsoever, and she was sure it wasn’t the massage loosening them.

“Well… Pinkie and her friends are just special ponies. The way they see it, you don’t have to do anything to be friends, you can just… be good. And they know you’d never do anything to hurt anypony, so that’s enough for them to be friends with you.” Cup explained.

Sombra remained silent, his head turning slightly in her direction but not making itself seen. Mrs. Cake definitely had his attention.

“And if you’re good in their books, then most ponies here in Ponyville should easily accept you. I know I certainly did.” Cup smiled, squeezing his arm.

“Most ponies know about Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna, something I was unaware of until recently. Ponies seem to accept her openly now, I imagine it wasn’t easy was it?” He asked.

“Oh, but it was!” Cup said. “We’ve only had the one incident, and that was on Nightmare Night. In truth, it was mostly Pinkie’s doing… but I digress. We’ve all gotten over it, and openly accept her now.”

“And I suppose most ponies know about my past as well?”

“Hmm… well, perhaps not most, but I’m certain a fair number of them do.”

Sombra was again silent, stewing on the information. Again, he spoke. “I suppose whether I like it or not, ponies are going to accept me regardless of my history. And I suppose that’s exactly what it should stay...history.” He finally pulled his head up and shot her a smile.

“There you go, dear. That’s the handsome smile Pinkie’s been talking about.” Cup said, smiling right back.

“Thank you Cup Cake. Just…thank you.” Sombra stared at her, just watching the mare receive her massage.

“It’s nothing, dea- ooh! Right there, Aloe…” Cup said, shivering as Aloe hit a particularly sensitive area. Both Aloe and Lotus giggled in response.

Sombra’s smile only grew as he sat up. “I think this is the best spa I’ve ever been to. Although, I can’t tell if it’s the masseurs, or the company.”

“Mmm…probably both.” Cup joked.

“Perhaps we should try the sauna. I hear the steam is imported straight from Rainbow Falls.” Sombra joked. He stood up and offered her a hand.

“Ooh, that sounds lovely.” Cup smiled, standing up with him. “But what about Pinkie?” She asked, looking at the sleeping mare.

“I say we let her rest. This spa date is far from over. Come, the sauna awaits.” Sombra held out his arm. Cup linked hers with his, and let Sombra lead then to the sauna. The two seemed to be alone, and the spa was relatively abandoned. Entering the spacious chamber, he shut the door and ushered her to the surprisingly plush seats. One in particular that stood out from the others was a loveseat that took center stage between the others.

“I can tell where you’d like to sit.” Cup Cake quipped, looking up at him.

“Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll get it started.” Cup nodded, letting go of him and sitting down on the loveseat. Her curvy figure took up a bit more than half of it, though. A gentle stream of magic ignited the fire pit in the center. Slowly, the bucket of water above it started to boil. Sombra approached the loveseat and stared down at the sliver of room he had to work with.

“Hmm… well, this is a bit of a problem…” Cup said. “I suppose I never quite did work off those pregnancy pounds…”

“Nonsense. You look as perfect as the day I met you. Which was today, so…” Sombra grinned.

“Oh, stop it, you cad.” Cup waved him off. “Now, how can we get this to work… no offense, but I don’t think that me sitting in your lap would be a good idea… what if you sat in my lap? But crosswise, so we could look at each other.”

“That sounds viable.” Sombra nodded, and let Cup guide him to where she wanted to sit. Before anything, she moved so that her back was facing the corner of the loveseat, and her legs hung off on the other side of the front- sitting on it diagonally, in a sense- which then gave Sombra room to sit down in the space her legs didn’t cover, his own legs going over hers. “This is nice.” He added.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Cup said. The steam was starting to build up, now, a light fog spreading through the room.

“Why don’t you tell me of how your shop has been going? I can tell just by the way Pinkie acts that it’s successful, what with all the sugar in her blood.”

“Oh, and it has!” Cup smiled wider. “We’ve been making constant profits for months, now.”

“Any strange customers?”

“Hmm…not particularly, no.”

“Interesting.” Sombra nodded. Silence filled the room, aside from the steam growing thicker.

“And yourself? Other than your little quest with Pinkie and her friends, how are you doing?” Cup asked.

“Everytime I talk to somepony, I feel better and better. I think with you I’ve hit an all time high. So pretty good.” Sombra smiled, running a hand gently from her shoulder, down her arm and ending at her hand.

She giggled as he took her hand, surprising her with his strong grip. “And if you don’t mind me asking, dear…how is your quest going?”

“I’m getting to know new ponies, and adjusting to a strange time. So far… I don’t know how it can get any better. But I know I shouldn’t jinx myself.” He sighed softly.

“You know… Twilight was in almost the exact same situation when she first moved to Ponyville. She was afraid to meet new ponies, and it took her quite a long time to really consider Pinkie and the others as true, real friends.” Cup said. “But she did. And look at her now! Princess of friendship…you just need to relax, dearie. Stop worrying so much about everything.”

“Fair enough. But I’ll need something new to worry about.” Sombra squeezed her hand tighter. “Any suggestions?”

“Hmm…how about making the rest of this day a great day?” Cup said. “And then every day from now on, make that your only concern.”

Sombra slowly hugged the larger mare. “That sounds just perfect.”

“You’re welcome, dearie.” Cup said. At this point, the steam had filled the whole room, and both of them were coated in slick sweat, their bodies slippery and glistening.

“You know, you look pretty great like this. I can only imagine you with the shimmering look that the Crystal Ponies have...” He seemed to lose himself in a thought.

“Oh? Well, thank you!” Cup said, giggling.

“But regardless, I think touching you takes the cake. Heh, see what I did there?” He teased, already preparing himself for a punch.

Instead, Cup giggled even harder, eventually leading to a snort or a few. “Oh, goodness! How did you know I liked corny jokes?” She asked.

“Lucky guess.” Sombra nuzzled her neck and inhaled the smell of sweat and pastry. Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad.

“Do I really smell like cake?” Cup asked. “Some ponies say that I do, but I’ve never smelled as such.”

“Not even the most skilled baker could pull this off.” Sombra just nuzzled her more, thoroughly enjoying her scent.

“W-well, thank you…” Cup said, a small blush adorning her face at the compliment.

Sombra’s hands moved to her sides, slowly and softly caressing them in their descent downward.

“Mmm… that feels nice…” Cup sighed, relaxing onto the back of the seat. His lips were now on her neck, and his hands her hips. Squeezing her slippery flesh was giving the both of them pleasant chills.

“You feel nice.”

“As do your hands.” She returned.

“And where would you like them?” Sombra’s hands rested between her rump and the seat. “Maybe here?”

“Oooh, yes… my plot is… well, it’s large, and a bit sensitive. But you can feel free to put your hands anywhere you want, dearie.” Cup Cake purred.

“What about my lips?” He inquired, hovering from her neck to her face. “They’re getting cold… no matter how hot the room gets.”

“Hmm… I think I can help with that.” Cup said, moving her head to his and meeting his lips with her own in a deep kiss. Groaning lightly, he squeezed her backside tightly and pressed himself into her as she entered his lap. Soon enough, Cup took it up a notch, spreading her lips apart and sliding her tongue into his mouth. Cup felt her hips come in contact with his when Sombra’s hands moved back up her body to embrace her once more.

Cup could feel a certain part of him hardening behind her, his length sliding up her slick back. It was even warmer than the sauna, almost boiling hot. Teething on her tongue before pulling back, Sombra shot her a smirk. “I think your oven’s up to temperature.”

“True… but a good baker always samples the batter before she cooks it.” Cake retorted.

“I have plenty of samples. But first, we need to find a pan big enough to fit it all.” He added with a quick peck at her lips.

“Well, this baker has three pans, and they’re all large enough to hold anything you can put into them.” She shot back, stealing a kiss from him as well. They could both feel the grins on each other’s faces. Sombra’s hands took each padded melon into his hand and gave them a hard squeeze.

He pulled back again, “Gonna need some milk first.”

“Ooh… well, get ready for a lot of it.” Cup smirked. “These babies are packed full of it, since I never got to feed my babies.”

“Great. I’m starving…” He pushed her gently away from his body to slip his head down. She felt his tongue on the sensitive breast, finding that not using it for sometime has made it very delicate indeed.

“Ahh…” She groaned, massaging his head further into her teat. “Don’t be afraid to… be a teensy bit rough.”

“I’m anything but afraid.” Sombra shifted around so she was on bottom and leaving her gasping from the shock of the sudden repositioning. Snapped from the daze, she felt a sudden suction clinging to her left nipple.

Cup Cake let out a long, low moan as she felt milk begin to trickle its way from her breast, Sombra’s suction causing it to quickly advance to a nice stream of creamy liquid. His face pressed harder and his grip clasped around the lovely squishy jug tightened. Her back arched and her stomach pressed firmly into his chest. “Mmm… oh, if there’s just one thing I wish Carrot would do, it’s milk me… he’s a wonderful husband, but he doesn’t like my breast milk.” Cup said.

“A shame. It tastes delightful. I think I may just get addicted to you.” He teased with a slow lick up the breast in use.

“Mmm… th-thank you, dearie…” Cup sighs, running her other hand down his chest. The thin fluid crept eagerly down her body as he toyed with her chest, playfully and gently moving between a massage and a pinch. Cup squeaked as she felt him toy with her sensitive breasts. Perhaps it was the touch of such a gentlestallion, or maybe the heartbeat running up her back that was keeping her pinned to him. Either way, he was relieving some stress that neither of her babies could take fast enough.

“Goodness, are the toddlers getting off the bottle?” He joked, his grip tightening slowly, but never stopping.

“Y-yes, actually… strange enough, my breasts just won’t stop producing… Carrot says I may need to see a doctor about it.” Cup informed him. “I don’t… well, I don’t mind, actually.”

“I certainly don’t.” Sombra leaned back, his arms once again embracing her. She felt herself melting into his body. Whether it was from the heat of the steam, or the warmth of his body, she was like chocolate over a fire. “I don’t think the spa will ever be the same without you here.”

Cup blushed again. “Now you’re getting somewhere, you flatterer.” She giggled.

“I’m not in a rush to go anywhere.” Sombra teased with a kiss. “Besides, I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“Oh, you know how to make an old mare feel so loved, you know that?” Cup said, leaning forward and nuzzling him. His hands wandered down to her squeezable butt and held on with the same tenderness he showed her chest pillows. “Mmm…very loved.”

“Why don’t I show you just how much I love you.” Sombra suggested. He didn’t even wait for an answer, seeming as if he wouldn’t take no as one. Sombra made sure he set her down with the utmost care, allowing her back to hit the floor gently. Before she knew it, he was on top of her.

“Oooh, a dominant one, are ya?” Cup smirked.

“I take it you’re usually in that spot? I can only imagine how sore your husband must be.” He quipped with a rather unmasculine giggle.

“Oh, no. Carrot’s a stocky stallion, and I’m… well, I’m rather pudgy. I’m usually on bottom, though I still tend to lead.” She explained.

“What would my lady prefer? This is your vacation as well.” He emphasized, only temporarily closing the gap between their lips.

“Hmmm… maybe for our second round. Assuming you can handle so much mare for so much time.” Cup said.

“I can certainly try.” Sombra lowered a hand down and touched her marehood for the first time. It was puffy, and neither could tell if the dew coating it was steam from the sauna or if it was all natural.

Cup Cake shivered, reaching a hand of her own down to fiddle with Sombra’s own nethers, running a few fingers around the head of his shaft. She felt him give a playful thrust into her hand, feeling more of him than her hand could cover. “Mmm… you’re a big one, aren’t you?” She cooed.

“Only the better to serve.” He said in a more throaty, suppressed tone. Sombra found himself grinding harder against her until she felt something warm slowly dribbling down her hand.

Cup looked down, only to see that her hand was covered in something… purple? “Hmmm? You, ah… your cum is purple, dearie?” She asked.

“Only most of the time. It’s mostly to prevent unwanted foals… but that’s not the only thing I added.” He quipped. Gently, he took the oozing hand and pushed it toward her mouth, hinting at something she definitely was curious about. Although she knew it wasn’t going to be poisoned, she was a little hesitant to try the thin, discolored pre. Once she really inhaled, she got more than just steam. The scent alone washed all doubt away like her brain was in the middle of a train crash.

“Carrot cake!” She nearly shouted. “How does… how did you know that my favorite flavor of pastry is carrot cake? And… well, how does your pre taste like it?”

“Oh, so you eat a lot of Carrot Cake?” Sombra teased with the slow wetting of his lips.

Cup blushed. “Don’t you even start, you big tease.” She said,covering her hand in more of his pre and slurping it up. “And you’ve yet to explain.”

“To be fair, it used to taste like Rainbow Dash. Then Rarity.” Sombra hummed, momentarily drifting before his gaze wandered past his mind’s fantasy and back to Mrs. Cake. “But then again, that’s me.”

Cup Cake’s face scrunched up, and she let out a little snort. “I-I’m serious!” She said.

“So am I.” His brows furrowed. “It’s part of the spell. Along with being a contraceptive, it also mimics your favorite flavors.”

“Oh.” She nodded, going silent for a few moments. “Well… that’s good. But it’s very strange to my mind that this thick, purple fluid tastes like the most delicious carrot cake I’ve ever had.”

“Perhaps you’d like some more?”

Finding the scent growing stronger, she felt the tool slithering up her body and poking between the tender breasts that both of them had forgot about, if only for a moment. Cup looked down at the shaft between her breasts, the wide, flaring head of Sombra’s cock leaking what seemed like cups of pre every few seconds. “You and every stallion, obsessed with fellatio.” She shook her head, leaning down and giving his tip a lick. She received a long sigh in return. Sombra was straightening up, straddling her stomach and grinning down at his prize. The taste once again filled her mouth, a taste she couldn’t quite get enough of. He grabbed each breast and started to grind them around his tit-sandwiched length in a sudden and forceful manner.

“Oh my sweet little cupcake. I’m obsessed with more than that.”

In between licks, Cup asked, “Oh? And what else do you love that much?”

“The sight of your glistening body.” Sombra began, giving a gentle thrust that filled her mouth with a burst of even more pre. The amount being produced only seemed to increase as time went on. “How soft and nurtured your skin is. A mother such as yourself must be surprised at how amazing you look. A perky chest, regardless of how big they are. And the look of a mare who just turned twenty-one.”

Cup’s entire face went from blue to red in the span of a second, her blush spreading down to her chest. “O-oh… s-stop it, you… I know you’re just saying those things to make me feel good.” She mumbled.

“I only point out what I see. I’m having a hard time just looking at you. I’m afraid I’ll never be able to look away… when there’s so much I want to do to you.”

Cup Cake knew that he was growing even more rigid. Perhaps his prestigious size was even longer than she was lead on to believe. “Then why don’t you do something? A titjob is a nice start, dearie, but it’s just that- a start.” She egged him on. Eager to accept her proposal, his hips were one step ahead. Sliding back with a purple trail being left in it’s wake, the mammoth meat returned to the valley of cleavage before springing forth again. She was receiving just as much a massage as he was. The two lovestruck ponies were enraptured in each other’s bodies, wrapped in a blanket of utter bliss. “Mmm… now, just how big are you gonna get, dearie?” She asked, watching his length still expand, though very slowly.

“Until my arousal levels off. Unfortunately, I don’t believe that’s going to happen.” He teased, digging his fingers deeper into her chest and groaning at the extra plushness surrounding him.

Cup moaned as well, the slight pain just enhancing the pleasure from Sombra’s squeezing. “Mmm… keep that up…” She begged.

Who was he to question orders? Or rather, ignore the pleas of a helpless mare. Sombra’s thrusts only grew harder with every tit-jiggling, flesh rippling throb of his cock’s heartbeat. Her chest was slowly becoming more coated in his jism, and the liquid seemed to make the skin tingle and that much more sensitive. With every thrust, Cup leaned her head down- and each time, a little less- and slurped at the growing pool of pre on her chest. She could feel his balls as well, the spheres sitting on her navel, slowly swelling with his growing amounts of cum.

“Mmm, so soft. I don’t know what’s more addictive, the feel of the outside, or the taste of what’s in them.” Sombra sighed as that lovely pressure started to build.

Cup Cake decided to speed things up a bit, wrapping her lips around his tip and suckling the precum out of his shaft directly. Savoring in the suction, he paused for a few seconds before continuing his actions. Soon, she may have regretted opening her mouth. Every thrust nearly made her gag at the sudden intrusion past her lips. After just a few more moments, his shaft had grown the few inches necessary to poke into her throat, letting her swallow down his tip. Her heart fluttered at the feel of him swelling, that entire magnificent mast filling with what she was craving. A twitching feeling she knew all too well. But the only thing she felt was scratching in her throat. She started to cough as he pulled out, leaving her stunned at both the departure of him from her throat, and also her body.

“Aww… I was hoping you would fill me up…” Cup said, pouting up at him.

“I’m looking forward to it. But I was thinking…” Sombra’s eyes flickered momentarily to the door. The sound of the said door sliding open made both of them pause any speech they had even considered to belch out. Cup Cake was the first to see, but Sombra was left wondering at who was behind him. The delicate smell of rose petals and coconut was the strange combination that greeted his nostrils. Tilting his head back, he saw the spa ponies side by side, staring in at the two naked combatants. The sudden rush of cold air made Mrs. Cake and Sombra shiver.

With a pronk and a slam, Pinkie bounced in as well, closing the sauna behind her. “Hey Mrs. Cake, hey Sombrero!” She greeted them, waving at each in turn. Sombra was the tiniest bit pale at the newcomers’ entrance, giving Cup Cake a glance that screamed ‘say-something-for-me’.

“Ah… h-hello, Aloe, Lotus, and Pinkie. What… what are the three of you doing in here?” Cup asked, her voice a bit shaky, not to mention that about half her face was covered in Sombra’s precum.

“I was asleep and you started without me? You tryin’ to steal my stallion Mrs. C?” Pinkie was giving a shocked tone and expression. Yet, Aloe and Lotus both knew it was feigned.

“No!” Cup said, waving her hands. “I never wanted to steal him from you, dear, I just-”

“Just thought you’d play with the merch?” Pinkie crossed her arms and approached with what Mrs. Cake could only describe as ‘determination’.

“No, Pinkie, that’s not- we didn’t- you don’t-” Cup stuttered. As Pinkie approached, Cup’s eyes wandered to the side. Following behind were Aloe and Lotus, their youthful appearance masked only by simple white robes. Robes that were beginning to unravel and tumble from their bodies. “I… ah… P-Pinkie?”

Pinkie stuck her tongue out, the three mares surrounding the prone, sticky cake below. They hovered ominously above, the grins on their faces making her body tingle all over again.

“A-are you three… ah… what…” Cup trailed off, looking at the three of them. Kneeling in a triangle pattern around her, Aloe and Lotus grabbed Cup’s legs, spreading them apart. “O-oh… this is very… forward…”

“Ahh wow, already wet! From me, or Sombie over there?” Pinkie winked, her tongue poking out as her mouth dropped open, her eyebrows waggling simultaneously. Aloe and Lotus giggled, locking one arm under each leg and using the other to grope and squeeze her slimy breasts.

“Ahm… b-both…” Cup admitted, moaning lightly from the constant groping. Pinkie had her sights on the prize, eyeing Cake’s twitching mess of a pussy. Falling just shy of a lick, Pinkie plummeted to the ground and caught herself just inches away, giving her a feel at just how warm her breath was. “Mmm, P-Pinkie…” Cup mumbled, her marehood giving a wink at the pink mare. Giving a wink of her own, Pinkie allowed her tongue to fall just low enough to run the tip of it along the outer folds. causing Cup Cake to cry out at the sudden, unexpected touch.

“Ahhhyataast gaad.” Pinkie slurred with her mouth still dangling freely open. Her pink body shook slightly as her tongue sank deeper and her face grew closer, now able to firmly breathe in the musk that had already filled the small cabin. Due to Pinkie’s exceptionally long tongue, she was able to fill Mrs. Cake’s cunt to an equally-exceptional degree, slurping and licking every inch of skin she could. Aloe and Lotus had moved their heads closer to Cup Cake’s, stopping at her chest. The grin they both shared screamed of lust. The sight made Cup’s already shaking body quake suddenly. Their tongues were tasting her cleavage, licking the glistening globes. Occasionally, they would pass over the tender, pink areola and caused her nethers to squeeze. The roughness and rigidness of Pinkie’s tongue made tightening more difficult, and that only made the arousal filling her body grow twice as much.

“O-ooh Luuuuna!” Cup moaned out, throwing her head back in pleasure. “P-Pinkie, g-gods…. k-keep going!”

The spectacular treatment was coming close to completion, yet she wanted to hang on for as long as possible. Regardless, Cup felt her grip on reality slipping with the pleasure blanking her mind. The rising heat made way for the sparks gliding up her spine. Her eyes were rolling back just as the stimulation of her clit began. That was the breaking point. She nearly shrieked out in pleasure, completely forgetting about Sombra and the twins and only focusing on that wriggling, squirming tongue inside of her that felt like utter bliss. The peak kept her as high as could be for what seemed like minutes. Soon, though, she made a gradual descent. Her body went lax, and the pleasure dedicated mares turned from simply teasing and licking, moved to gentle caresses as their bodies all surrounded the mare in the middle.

“Ahh-hah…goodness, d-dearie…that was…that was amazing…” Cup panted out, lazily looking down at Pinkie.

“All in a good days work!” Pinkie ran herself up the older mare’s body, the two ponies’ flesh gliding with ease along one another. Meeting each other face-to-face, Pinkie greeted her with a quick kiss. “So does this count as vacation, or am I getting paid at the creamery too?” She giggled.

“I… goodness, Pinkie…I just c-came my brains out, and you’re asking me tricky questions?” Cup weakly smiled. “Besides…I think you’ve got somepony else to finish off.”

The group turned their attention back to Sombra, who had taken a seat and was waiting patiently. The moment their attention was on him, he visibly tensed. “Oh. Don’t mind me, you can keep going.” Sombra waved.

“Aw, c’mon, Sombie!” Pinkie cooed, slowly making her way over to him. “Let Auntie Pinkie make you feel good, too!”

“I uh, well… Pinkie.” Sombra was almost unsettled. Not at all turned off, just a tad lost in what to do. “I’m not usually good with... with groups.”

“I think Aloe and Lotus are fine with Mrs. Cake, still.” Pinkie said, looking back at the two mares that continued to suck and grope at her employer’s teats. His eyes seemed to shake as he stared at the background ponies, slowly returning a smile to Pinkie.

“Alright. I suppose I do feel a bit apologetic for leaving you out.” He began, lifting the pink pony into his lap. “How should I make up for it?”

“Hmm… what if I did this?” Pinkie said. She turned about in his lap, shifting herself so that his cock sat comfortably between her breasts. “Since Mrs. Cake is too tuckered out to continue makin’ ya feel good.”

“Ah… then I’d have to do this.” Sombra’s hands slid around her waist and pressed into the squishy abdomen. “And raise you this.” His fingers slid just inches south and started to playfully brush along the poor, unused slit.

Just as he turned his attention away from the three away from Cake and the spa twins, he felt two pairs of large, warm globes press onto his shoulders. His hands went from tender, to digging hard. “Hello!” He gave a quick glance to either of them. “You move very quietly.”

“They do!” Pinkie nodded after a short squeal, beginning to shift herself up and down his shaft. “That’s how I fall asleep all the time, because they’re so silent! And because the massage is really super-duper relaxing, but y’know what I mean!”

“Not, yeah sure…” Sombra cleared his throat with a cough and returned to the slower rubbing he was doing before. Pinkie’s body relaxed a bit and sank back into his body. Sombra felt the spa ponies leave his sides and shift lower. When their hands touched him, he shivered.

“Mmm… don’t they just have the most relaxing touch?” Pinkie asked.

“Nothing beats touching you.” Sombra moaned in his usual gruff voice, his face pressing harder into her neck as Aloe and Lotus’ fingers squeezed harder around the base of his length. They were curious as to just how long he had been erect. Such a length of time should show just how much pain he is in, what with the amount of pre waterfalling out.

“Does it hurt?” Pinkie asked, voicing their silent concerns.

“Just… s-so many hands.” Sombra’s next groan was muffled by the skin his face was buried in. The couple below gave their reply in giggles before their velvet tongues started to clean any of the purple liquid that got too far down.

“Heehee…” Pinkie giggled, looking down at the twins. “I think that they really like your juices.”

“I think I like them liking it too…” Sombra panted. His hands moved just a little further, his fingers beginning to stretch her open. Thanks to Pinkie’s inherently stretchy nature, he was easily able to spread her walls apart. “I think this is my favorite part to touch.” He added, allowing two fingers of each hand to slide in. Sombra was moving them in circles while pulling them open in a slow, yet rough manner. Perhaps it was because of how deep the fingers were.

“Mmm… keep going, Sombie…” Pinkie moaned, lolling her tongue out in pleasure and beginning to drag it up and down his shaft.

“Ahhs… As you wish.” He obliged with another two fingers from each hand. The fullness Pinkie felt was only second to the squirming each finger gave, while also pulling the walls apart. She couldn’t decide which she liked more. As a reward for making her feel so good, she opened her mouth as wide as she could- which was very wide, seeing as she could eat cakes whole- and latched onto Sombra’s flare, sucking and slurping all along it like Cup Cake had, earlier.

“AHH!” Sombra shook, accidentally digging his fingers into her all the way to the knuckles and bucking himself further into her mouth. Both Aloe and Lotus were curious as to where the delectable fluid had gone, looking to the source and staring with gaped mouths at the bulge in Pinkie’s throat.

Pinkie’s eyes crossed, went glazed, and her eyelids dropped down halfway- all at once. Her tongue, long as it was, poked out of her mouth, hanging lazily down as Sombra unintentionally stuffed more and more cock down her throat. His teeth gritted, Sombra’s thumbs pressed together, pinching the puffy nub above where his fingers were snugly residing. Pinkie’s upper half continued to sink lower and lower onto his shaft, her plump figure bending impossibly as she gulped him down past his medial ring. Aloe gave a nod to her companion and the two worked lower, burying their faces into those beautiful black orbs of his. They could feel them retracting, the excitement already bringing his pleasure trials close to an end. Sombra’s head fell back, the first bulge of spunk almost being forced out by the excess pressure snuggling the jam-packed container.

Pinkie saw the bulge working its way up what little length she hadn’t yet swallowed, and immediately used her reality-warping powers to devour what was left, her mouth finally meeting the base of Sombra’s cock, her tongue giving an impromptu lick to the spa twins below. The feel of the build-up moving down her throat was riveting. She could feel the difference in temperature from it and the rest of his royalty. Then that special moment when the first pulse hit her belly, his cockhead flaring up to an astounding with in what she could swear was the top of her stomach, nonetheless locking him inside of her. Something about tasting the pre was not even close to the feeling when the real thing finally came.

It was…it was everything. She couldn’t really taste it, on account of how deep his shots were, but she knew that it felt like molten gold: hot, heavy, and filling up her every crevice. Each time he twitched, her eyes fluttered. The warmth along with his magical fingers was all she needed. All she wanted. Pinkie could do nothing but gurgle blissfully and bathe in the first orgasm she’d had all day. The massage to each of his swollen melons only helped ease more out, that first spurt of spooge seemingly never-ending. Pinkie kept gulping around him, the spa twins kept rubbing and massaging his testicles, and Sombra just lay his head back and groaned, the strength of this orgasm like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Regaining his composure, he looked down. Sombra still had a huge, goofy grin on his face. “Perhaps multiple… participants, aren’t as bad as I thought. Mostly just nerves is what got me.” He glanced to the spa ponies, the two of them worshipping the cumbelly with kisses and caresses. The sight made Sombra giggle, something he quickly hushed. Finally, he stood up. Pinkie gagged as he slid from her gullet. As soon as he was out, she fell onto her back, taking deep breaths with two glazed over eyes locked to the ceiling. Sombra stood over her body with a sudden bout of worry clouding his face. Her pupils tilted only slightly in his direction, Pinkie’s right hand raising into the air. She gave a thumbs up before falling limp and allowing her chest to heave.

With a chuckle, he turned his attention to Mrs. Cake. She had awoken from her comatose state, and was gazing up at him with half shock, half need. “How could I have forgotten about you?” He asked, kneeling down and sliding a hand over her stomach. The tender touch made her coo pleasantly. Further noises escaped her lungs when she felt his purple aura surround her. Cake was lifted up, the front of her body being squished into the wall. Being pinned thrilled her to new levels, feeling her lower body being pulled back by two hands. With her breasts and cheek flattened, her eyes roamed back to witness her legs being split to either side of Sombra’s waist.

She gasped, seeing the size of him. Cup Cake had nearly forgotten how large he was, and now he had his full attention back on her.

“Goodness, Sombra… you’re such a gifted stallion.”

Sombra laughed lightly and gave a gentle sigh. “Most ponies don’t know, but I can change its size whenever I please. I just love to see ponies’ reaction. Though, I doubt you want it any smaller. Not that you’d get any less.” He added. She felt him sliding back, the drooling tip slipping between the mounds of rump flesh and prodding her, begging entrance to the slick folds.

“Mmm, you’re nice and eager…” She slowly shook her hips, lightly teasing his tip in a way only a mare as skilled as herself could manage. Cake relished the deep groans he uttered, knowing her actions were well done.

“So skilled, aren’t you? I’ll have to keep an eye on you.” Sombra said with a tighter grip on her legs. While Mrs. Cake was trying to go slow, she felt his impatience. Quite literally in fact! Her mind reeled as her lips were mercilessly stretched apart. Every inch opened her wider, and deeper than any stallion had pleased her in the past. “Oh, you poor mare. I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of a stallion this deep. Am I the first?” He teased, convincing her of his words with a quick buck forward, making her eyes roll as he bottomed out inside, painting her insides purple.

“Oooh… you’re tooo right…” She moaned throatily as she shivered atop him, her walls squeezing down on him making him feel every movement of her body. Slithering back, her quaking insides slapped together to fill the void as he left her. The grip of her walls was short lived as they were torn open once more. Her hands leapt up to the wall and braced herself as her breasts mashed themselves hard into the wall, her cheek smushing even further while her eyes bobbed in their sockets. She let out a very short lived scream as pleasure instantly overcame her, her slit leaked sloppily as her walls began to violently quake with the roughest orgasm she had ever had. “OH! FU- YEEEES!” She squealed as she tried to push back against him.

Sombra gritted his teeth and smacked her flank hard with a palm of purple magic. The flesh jiggled like jello as another thrust forced her vibrating insides to clench tighter. She squealed once again and tightened even more around him, desperately attempting to bring him to his orgasm, her body desperately needing to feel his seed. “So eager, aren’t you? This cake wants some filling?” He growled. The slap of his hips on hers was enough to make her foam at the mouth, scrambling her mind further. She couldn’t muster her voice anymore and just orgasmed again, her juices coming out in a near torrent as her body did all it could to signal her readiness for him.

Already sensitive from the previous go, Sombra was swelling larger. Mrs. Cake gurgled happily at the impossible virility that was absolutely ruining her. Immediately, her pudgy tummy stung with a surge of cum stabbing into her. She squeaked out a gasp, her insides were boiling. Another stab of cum surged into her. That bulge shot outward before sinking back and settling, gently sloshing as the momentum ebbed. Sombra’s magic yet again slapped the delicate butt and followed up with more of his purple spunk surging from around her tightly sealed entrance and slowly oozing down to the floor below. Mrs. Cake was absolutely drooling, her tongue hanging limply out of her mouth, and her eyes rolling back into her head. “Ooooh… ooh…” She mumbled out weakly as she quaked and shivered.

“Good little broodmare. Nice big melons to drink from. I bet you want to get knocked up, don’t you? All the toddlers in town could survive off these.” Sombra breathed with a sudden, and rather violent thrust. The purple aura surrounded her nipples and stretched them downward like utters needing to be milked. “You need to be filled with babies, don’t you? Tell me how much of a slut you are.”

“I… I am… a slut… I n-need to be filled with babies…” Mrs. Cake murmured out. “P-please… don’t stop… fuck me like the good slut I am…”

“Goddess, yes you are! You’re a perfect slut. You’re my slut!” Sombra groaned loudly, her gurgling belly dropping further as her body slid down the wall, leaving a trail of drool leading from where her face was on the wall as it sank to the floor. Sombra pulled back, stroking and squeezing her puffy cheeks and smirking as a last few gouts of purple was poured onto her back, slowly seeping to her sides, and down her breasts. The cum tingled and made each spot it coated burn lightly. Mrs. Cake let out a small groan as she shivered, her hands weakly scooping up the cum and bringing it to her mouth. “Oh, you’re just precious.” He laughed, kneading the doughy rump like play-dough. “Aren’t you? My pretty little Cup Cake.”

“Mmhmmm…” Mrs. Cake moaned loudly, suckling on her cum covered fingers.

Glancing back, Sombra couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Pinkie, Aloe, and Lotus staring wide eyed at the scene before them. The bloated cake was oozing his purple love, and taking it all back in like a tasty snack when it refused to stay inside. He turned to them and grinned. “So, who’s next?”

Two barely audible knocks came from the spa’s front door, before a gentle creak, and a tiny jingle followed as the door slowly opened. Pink hair, followed by turquoise eyes peaked around the door.

“R- Rarity? Are you there?” The timid mare called out softly. Fluttershy cast her gaze back to the ‘Closed’ sign. Sometimes Aloe and Lotus gave Rarity and herself private treatment, and would close the spa to give them a truly peaceful experience as they relaxed in the jacuzzi, perhaps Rarity had needed one by herself…?

Closing the door behind her, Fluttershy quietly approached the door to the main spa area.”Miss Aloe? Miss Lotus? Is Rarity here…?” She glanced at the desk. No trace of anypony. Aloe and Lotus, despite Fluttershy’s soft voice, had developed an ear for that gentle call, and would usually show up moments after she called out for them. Their continued absence made Fluttershy slightly worried.

She pushed on, getting ever closer to the spa door, before coming to a halt, gasping for breath. This was too suspenseful for her! Fluttershy whimpered fearfully, worried that she might interrupt somepony. What if it wasn’t Rarity that was getting the private treatment, and some other pony? She just might die from embarrassment. But she needed to find her friend.

Placing a trembling hand on the door, Fluttershy slowly pushed it open. Surely nopony would notice her if she gave just a quick peek, and if Rarity wasn’t in the spa, she would slowly leave, before running home as fast as she possibly could to hide in her blankets. As she peered around the edge of the door, Fluttershy’s eyes widened at the sight laid out before her. On each of the massage tables was a different pony. Aloe, Lotus, Pinkie, and Mrs. Cake. Their bodies were pasty, tummies bloated like overstretched water balloons. The sight was reminiscent of Rainbow Dash, back at the castle when Sombra first made his return. In fact, even the purple liquid spilling from each orifice was the same color… wait…

A figure loomed into view, Fluttershy’s eyes slowly making contact with a naked Sombra. His face drained of all emotion and his hands snapped down to cover up, while hers quickly covered her eyes. The two awkwardly stared at one another, only the sound of sloshing bellies and the occasional moan was heard.

“S-so sorry…”

“No, I thought the sign was set to closed.” Sombra coughed to clear his throat.

Nervously, Fluttershy replied. “It, um… it was. I was looking for Rarity.”

“Oh. She is probably still at her boutique.”

A sudden pause filled the air as Fluttershy’s cheeks grew redder by the second. She slowly opened her mouth. “I p-probably should have checked there first, now that I think about it.”

“Uh huh.”

More silence greeted them, having a loss of what to say. Fluttershy turned around slowly. “I’ll, um… go?” She offered, taking a step forward and bumping into the wall. “Ow…” She muttered. She turned a few degrees and took another step forward, yet again hitting the wall. “Ow.”

“Uh, Fluttershy?” Sombra cringed at the squeak of her muzzle hitting the spa wall once more. His brows furrowed and his hands fell to his sides, no longer covering himself up. Sombra approached her and put a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder. “Fluttershy.”

She let out a squeak, “Oh!” she paused, now letting out a mumble. “Y-yes?”

“How about you wait here, and I’ll get dressed. Then how’s about I walk you home?” He offered. For the first time, she uncovered her eyes, peeking at the smile he had plastered to his face every time she saw him. And for the second time, she couldn’t help but smile back.

“Y- Yes. I think I- I’d like that.” Fluttershy said softly. Sombra held his arm out and she wrapped hers around it. They turned for the front door, and Fluttershy stopped immediately. “Um…”

“Hm?” Sombra cocked his head. Glancing down, he quickly replied, “Oh!” Sombra released his arm from her and spun around. “Right, naked. Lemme fix that, sorry.”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but giggle as he strode away. “You’re silly.” She shook her head, starting to smile even more. She couldn’t even remember what she wanted Rarity for, but it could wait. Fluttershy had a feeling this would be a fun walk home.