The Desires Of Ponytopia

The night was late and the spa was close to closing time, about an hour and a half.

Happy Ending was a mare earth spa pony. Happy Ending was orange and had a teal mane, tail, and eyes. She wore a white spa headband around her forehead to keep her mane in place and to collect sweat, in addition to wearing a white spa neckband with an orange circle, dot in the center of it also to collect sweat and look professional.

Happy Ending had a client for the hour and a half until closing time. It was one of her regular “special” clients who tipped well for favors after the hour massage, hence the need for an hour and a half session. Happy Ending, the spa pony, knew that Flapper would want a full body massage followed by a happy ending.

Flapper was a green pegasus with a black mane, tail, and hazel eyes with white hooves. His cutie mark was a pair of large wings. Flapper was a security officer by profession.

It wasn’t long before Flapper entered the spa and Happy Ending was waiting for him. They greeted each other and she escorted him back to her personal massage room. The spa room had different models of pony anatomy, massage tables, massage chairs, and all other spa equipment. Happy Ending did a brief interview and told him to get face down on the table underneath the sheets. She left and came back a few moments later, knocking on the door and asked if he was ready. Flapper said that he was.

Happy Ending entered the room, equipped with her massage belt around her waist containing a bottle of special sensual massage oil.

Flapper, laying on his side, with his front right hoof bracing up his head, looked at her with lustful eyes and in the tempting pose, said “I’m ready for my massage.”

“On your stomach silly. Massage first, playtime second.” Happy Ending informed.

Flapper rolled onto his stomach, his face entering the head cradle.

Happy Ending exposed the back by undraping it. With a squirt of oil from the bottle, the liquid ejaculated onto her hoof. After rubbing her hooves together to spread the oil, she began to massage his back. When she was done, she redraped the back and moved on to the buttock and hind legs using a similar process as the back. When she was done, she redraped the leg and had Flapper turn over onto his back and scoot down onto the table. When Flapper turned over and Happy Ending lowered the sheet back over him, his boner was clearly visible through the sheets.

“We’ll get back to that knot later. I’m good at getting knots out.” Happy Ending flirted.

It brought a smile to Flapper‘s face.

Using a methodical approach, Happy Ending massaged the front of the rear legs, the chest and abdomen, followed by the front legs, and finishing with the neck, and head. After the whole massage, then Happy Ending was ready to work the “other” area. After the completed massage, Happy Ending removed the top sheet slowly and sexually from the bottom of the table.

Happy Ending informed, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

Flapper said, “I just want a hoofjob this time.”

“No problem.” Happy Ending said.

Happy Ending squirted more oil on her hoof, it ejected in a manner similar to love nectar coming from a stallions genitals, and rubbed her hooves together to spread the oil. Using skilled hooves, she started giving him a hoofjob. Flapper got a wing boner while getting stroked, his wings spreading open.

Happy Ending continued to rub his genitals, massaging his balls, sheath, and shaft with an emphasis on the sensitive tip. With shorter breaths, and a colored tip, Happy Ending knew that Flapper was close to cumming. Happy Ending, her front leg getting exhausted, sped up the strokes of the hoofjob, while Flapper began with some pelvic thrusting action. In a few moments, Flapper achieved orgasm, erupting like a volcano and spraying all over himself. Happy Ending took a clean towel and wiped the white liquid away, cleaning Flapper.

“I needed that. Thanks.” Flapper said.

“Anytime. Come back if you need some more tender, love, and care. You know all of my prices for services rendered. ”

Flapper handed her the pouch of bits he had for the service. Happy Ending took the bag, excused herself, and left the massage room. Flapper knew what to do next and didn’t need her anymore.

Heading to the back employee break room, Happy Ending thought, I am going to go home and be with her wife. With the bits she just made, Happy Ending was going to take her wife out to dinner before some wild love making with her this weekend.