[Note: This story is a commission from Lanxide, and is blatant M/M smut. Reader discretion is advised. Also, the R63 Harshwhinny and Trixie pics were made by deadsmileface and nianara.]

Mr. Harshwhinny was always a rather... tense stallion, mostly due to the kind of life he has to uphold while constantly traveling around Equestria. With all the constant movement he has to do for his job, and all the critisisms he had to give and receive near constantly, it was a shock he hadn't already grown some grey hairs from all the overwhelming stress.

Fortunately it seemed that Trixter, the former dictator-turned "charitable" magician, noticed the stallion's unease during some shared off-time in Ponyville. Even though Mr. Harshwhinny was rather hesitant to even talk to the unicorn, Trixter was persuasive enough to have the bitter stallion accompany him to the local spa. The pony was always fairly apprehensive about spas, mostly since he wasn't able to adequately relax at even the finest resorts in Canterlot. However, he was a little intrigued when the magician promised him it was like nothing he ever felt before.

Of course, he hadn't realized what Trixter meant until he received a rather... personal session with the masseuses: Pelo and Narcissus.