The smell of lavender and flowers pervaded the burnished-orange room. Running water could be heard in the corner, emanating from a waterfall bursting from a fake stone fountain. There was a long bar in the middle of the sizable room, behind it a desk and some computers. They were small laptops, fitting for the environment that oozed relaxation. No one was currently behind the desk, but Chit Chat knew this was the right place. This was a spa, alright. Stylized portraits of mares relaxing nude and partially clothed while being pampered littered the front room.

She approached the bar, noticing a button inset within the dark brown wood. Next to the button was a placard in cursive, reading: “Welcome to The Canterlot Mares’ Spa. Please press for service.” Chit took the hint and reached out a cream-colored hand, gently depressing the button. No sound was given and nothing seemed to happen for the next passing moment. Soon, a mare came out of the wall behind the desk area, seams appearing to form a door within the wall itself.

“It was a lovely stay,” stated this mare, her back to Chit Chat. The creamy earth pony hopped up to get a better view over the bar. The mare on the other side was dressed in a simple robe, fluffy and white, but short and just stopping below the butt. “I cannot wait to come again. It’s always exciting to see what’s new here!” The mare said her final goodbyes and about-faced. Chit could see her clear as day. The mare was a bat pony with a yellow coat, a blazing red short crop of mane and red wings to match. She smiled at Chit, giving a little finger wave. The earth pony mare waved back. Aside from the robe, the mare was naked.

“It’s too bad,” the bat pony announced. “I would stay if I had the time and money. You’re a cute one.” She closed up her robe, though only casually as if for Chit’s sake and not her own. Her round, separated breasts were still neatly shaped by the garment.

Chit’s heart beat a little faster. Did her wife send her to…? No, she thought, this must just be an eccentric mare. “Too bad, I suppose,” replied Chit in her usual calm, light-bodied voice.

The bat pony giggled and hummed a tune, her hips swinging back and forth as she exited the spa’s front entrance. Shortly after, an attendant wearing a button-up white uniform entered from the same wall as the bat pony. An earth pony mare, like Chit, but slender, with a brown coat and a dark green mane put up in a bun on top of her head. “Chit Chat?” she asked, eyes lighting up.

“That’s me, yes,” Chit responded, leaning her top half over the bar.

The attendant walked over to a computer, flipping it open and tapping a few keys. “It looks like we’re expecting you. You have a Deluxe Mare’s Full Treatment and Package for the entire day. Oh, and…” She smiled, almost deviously as her professional demeanor turned to one of more excitement by proxy. “Overnight stay. I’m jealous. You must have a very doting and rich spouse.”

The mare gave a hearty laugh at this. “I guess you could say that. She’s only rich in spirit but she does spoil me when she can.” In truth, her wife, Fiery wasn’t much for spending, but it was Chit’s birthday coming up in a month and her wife wanted to give the early present. “What does that all mean, miss…?”

“Pour View,” replied the professional. “You can call me Pour, that’s fine. And the package? You will have full use of each of our facilities here in The Canterlot Mares’ Spa.” She gestured to the open secret door behind her. “If you’d come with me, I could give a quick tour.”

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After a few minutes, Chit was ushered back. Pour also wore white button-up pants and went barefoot, Chit noticed. She was curious but also began to formulate suspicions. Said suspicions made her heart beat harder in her chest. Pour View smiled, a hand pointing at a few doors, namely ones for showers, facials, waxes, massages, and a pool. The establishment was oriented in a giant square with the middle mostly for the attendants and maintenance staff. Chit only saw brief glimpses of staff inside those rooms. They had hidden doors much like the front whereas the clients’ rooms were obvious and clearly marked. Pour’s spiel was ongoing, unremarkable until they crested the far side of the square.

“Now, here’s where the fun begins,” announced Pour. “Those are our adult activities rooms. We are a mare-only establishment, but don’t worry if you’d prefer stallions, we have some on staff as well. Feel free to spend any time in the communal rooms and enjoy each other’s company. Make sure to read our rules on sauna time to prevent any dehydration episodes.” Pour stopped and turned to Chit. “Is there something wrong?”

Chit, who had been rather silent this entire tour, tittered girlish laughter. “Not one bit, dear. This… I should have know my little fireball would have sent me to a fun little sex club.” Even if her words felt confident, her cheeks hotly blushed.

Pour wagged a gentle finger. “We are a mares’ spa. Relaxation is our number one priority. It just so happens Canterlot has loose laws on prostitution and a variety of mares means a variety of needs.”

“Do you… help personally with those needs,” asked Chit, her eyes narrowing with a grin.

“Of course!” Pour replied professionally. “Sundown, the mare that came out with me, she had a ‘swell time’ as she put it.”

Chit shivered, her body suddenly feeling as hot as her cheeks. “She did,” restated the mare. “Can you show me how she did? I might have to get a sample of the services before I spend my entire day here.”

Pour nodded. “Please, follow me into this changing room.” Conveniently, it was placed next to them, in the corner between the turns in the halls. Once inside, Chit witnessed the serene opulence of an establishment that bars no holds. There were individual changing stalls, each separated by a silk curtain, but there were also low rows of wooden lockers, about a couple dozen lockers in total and in between padded benches. Pour led Chit to one of the benches. “Have a seat, Chit.”

The mare did indeed sit down. Her ample posterior sank into the upholstery only supported by her thigh-length shorts. She instinctively kicked her shoes off, looking up at the attendant who had removed her own button-up shirt. Pour exposed her B-cup breasts, nipples erect and sharp. Chit could feel a wetness grow in her shorts. “I should have worn panties today. I knew I’d be naked, but I didn’t know I’d be so…”

“Wet?” replied Pour. She unbuttoned her pants, neatly folding them and placing them on an adjacent bench. Her thighs glistened, her hands settling on Chit’s blouse. “You have enormous and lovely breasts.” Chit could not disagree. She had always been a stout, busty H-cup haver since her late teens. She appreciated the compliment and allowed the attendant to remove her blouse. Chit squirmed out of her shorts on her own.

She could feel her pussy ache. Instinctively, Chit reached down to massage her privates. “Oh my, Celestia. I’ve always wanted to go to a place like this.” She lay down, her back flat against the bench.

Pour circled around, placing a hand over Chit’s. She weaved her brown fingers through Chit’s creamy ones. Chit whined, realizing she wasn’t touching herself any longer. “Let me take care of this, miss Chat.” She knelt down, sticking her face into the benched mare’s crotch.

“Ooh…” Chit immediately cooed from the lapping, wet tongue. “You… have some experience. I-I can tell,” mumbled Chit.

The attendant made no effort to waste time. She rubbed Chit’s swollen clit, giving the button a thorough tease as well was sticking her tongue as far as she could inside of the mare. Chit grasped at the bench, panting in an almost panic about an oncoming orgasm. It was so sudden she could not believe it. “Oh, sweetie! Oh, Pour!” She rocked her hips into the skillful attendant’s face, trying her best to show both gratitude and need. “Agh!” Finally, Chit Chat squeaked, feeling as if she went over the falls. Pour continued to lick and rub, not letting up.

The only saving grace in the moment was that no one else was in the dressing room. Chit secretly wished that somepony could see this professional eat her out, but sadly there was no one currently. “You can do this around, uh, other ponies?” she asked, her voice raw and thin as if on the verge of cumming again.

Pour removed her lips and replaced them with her hand, slowly rubbing Chit’s marehood with ease. “Of course. Part of many mares’ desires here is to be seen by other mares. That includes every single aspect of your spa journey. We have rooms more specific to certain… tastes.” With that, she returned her mouth to Chit’s box.

After a few more moments of pants, drooling and silent pleasure, Chit came once again. This time it left Pour’s muzzle more than soaked. The attendant retracted her mouth, tongue and fingers, standing up and retrieving a nearby towel on a locker. Cleaning up quick, Pour regarded the mare below. She opened a locker with the key inside, pulling out a robe. “Try this on, Miss Chat.”

Chit could not do anything but stand, sweat, and grab the robe. Slinging it over her shoulders, the softer mare was surprised it fit so well. She knotted the loop and closed it, though it could barely contain her cleavage and partial bits of each areolae. “I think. I think I am going to like my stay,” said Chit Chat.

Pour nodded, remaining naked and blissfully ignoring the veritable fountain of mare juices streaming down her leg. “Where to next?”

Author's Note

Thank you for reading chapter one of Chit Chat’s Day at the Spa. This erotic fiction series will continue probably indefinitely and hopefully feature a wide variety of characters, scenes and stories to tell as well as a lot of fun lewd content. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and if there are any comments and constructive criticism, let me know! I am basically writing porn, so I cannot be shy in addressing any suggestions. I hope to update and publish a chapter every weekend three weeks in a row with a break for other projects. Thank you and you are all lovely!