Kettle Corn's Happy Endings

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Kettle Corn, Spa Ponies, Porn, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4183

A short Clop vignette about a cute little filly who finally convinces her Mother to take her to the spa, where she'll discover just what a 'Happy Ending' really is.

Kettle Corn always wanted to go to the spa with her mother, but the answer was always the same. When you're older, dear or One day, perhaps. It wasn't fair!

It's just a silly old Spa, right? Then why are the Mares around town always talking about how 'Mind-Blowing' and 'Earth-Shattering' it is? So what's the big deal with just getting a massage, anyways?

Now, having finally earned her cutie mark, Kettle Corn is old enough--and she's going to find out.

This day is going to have a happy ending.
Contains completely consensual foalcon and a filly having a good day.

Published 2018-11-12 08:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-12 08:50:01 UTC

Happy Endings

Since she was little, Kettle Corn had always wanted to go to the Spa. It seemed like such a great way to relax. The idea of getting a massage with those silly masks, or sitting in a hot tub while she sipped a fruity drink just sounded so girly and fun!

Everypony talked about it like it was the best place in Ponyville, too. Kettle had overheard her Mom talking about it with her friends, and from other Mares from around town when they didn't know she was listening. They always talked about how incredible their last visit had been, or how often they went now.

She'd asked her Mother once if she could go, but the answer was always the same. 'That's not a place for little fillies. Wait until you're old enough, dear,' but Kettle hated waiting. What was the big deal with their spa, anyways? Was it really that great? Why weren't fillies allowed?

Yet patience rewarded her, and finally the day came when Kettle Corn got her Cutie Mark. It seemed like everyone in town was congratulating her. Mrs. Cake had given her a free cupcake, Miss Cherilee gave her an A on her project, and for once she was popular at school, when everyone crowded around to see her new Cutie Mark.

As soon as she got home, she proudly showed it off to her parents, who beamed with pride and swooped her up. Kettle barely waited an hour before bringing it up again.

"Can I go to the spa with you, Mom?" She looked up with pleading eyes that no parent could resist. Her Mom smiled back.

"I suppose you're old enough now. Are you sure you want to come?" Her expression was serious, but soft and gentle.

"Of course Mom! I've always wanted to come! You're always saying it's so great! Pleeeeease!" She pleaded and pleaded, practically bouncing up and down.

"Okay, dear." Her Mother nodded. "We'll go this weekend."

The rest of the week came and went in similar fashion, with ponies congratulating her at every turn. She received plenty of free goodies and snacks from the various shops in the market. Applejack had even let her try a sip of cider! Though she wasn't supposed to tell her parents about that.

Finally Saturday arrived, and Kettle Corn was up bright and early to watch her cartoons. She cleaned her room like a good filly, and helped wash the dishes. As she put away the last plate, her Mother spoke at last.

"Alright, Kettle, it's about time for our Spa appointment. I had Lotus set aside some extra time since it's your first visit. Are you ready to go?" The mare asked, knowing the answer before she'd even finished as she looked down at a giddy, jumping filly.

"Yes, Mom!"

The walk to the Ponyville Spa wasn't a particularly long one, but it gave Kettle Corn plenty of time to talk about her exciting week. All the ponies she'd talked to, goodies she'd received, and how the other fillies and colts at school who hadn't gotten their Cutie Marks yet looked at hers with jealousy. Her Mother listened, providing small quips and questions about details to show she was paying attention. Kettle Corn always treasured when grownups listened to her.

Under her scarf, Kettle shivered from the cool autumn breeze. The surrounding trees on the street were brilliant hues of orange and red, a stark contrast to the white and blues of the building they were fast approaching, which seemed to stand out and shine brightly. The pair walked through the front double doors into a small waiting room. Kettle Corn sat down on a cushion while her Mother went to talk to the receptionist.

As Kettle unwrapped her scarf she looked around at the meticulously cleaned tile floors and the sterile white walls. Purple cushions for waiting ponies to sit on were placed around, though aside from her Mother and herself, there was only a couple other ponies waiting. Kettle picked up a nearby magazine detailing the latest fashions in Canterlot and plopped her rump down.

A moment later a pink mare, whom Kettle recognized as one of the spa ponies, emerged from behind a door, smiling kindly at a mare waiting on the other side of the room.

"Miss Rarity, your room is ready." The mare called, beckoning Rarity to follow. She did, with a chirp of delight, walking across the room. She stopped when she trotted in front of Kettle, and a smile stretched across her face.

"Oh, Darling, I haven't seen you here before. Is it your first time?" Rarity asked, swishing her curled mane away from her eyes.

"Oh, yes! I've been trying to get my Mom to take me for years, but now that I have my Cutie Mark I finally got to come!" Kettle Corn exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Well, in that case, congratulations! I remember when it was my Dear Sister's first time. It can be a bit...overwhelming. So long as you relax I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. Well, good luck!" Rarity waved at Kettle as she disappeared along with the Spa Pony behind a door.

Kettle had barely enough time to ponder what exactly she had meant by that before she was interrupted again, this time by her Mother and another spa pony.

"Hello there, little one!" The spa pony smiled politely down at her. "My name is Lotus, and I will be your assistant today. Come along now and follow me. We have just the room for you and your Mother!"

With a curt little nod, Kettle got to her hooves and followed behind Lotus. Her Mother followed behind her, and in single file they walked through the same door Rarity had gone in a moment before and were lead into a hallway. Down a corridor and to the left, where they entered a large room.

Their room was lit up by the light of a row of candles on marble countertops that ran along the wall to her right. The back wall was covered by a silk curtain that went from the ceiling to the floor, probably blocking some sort of window as it let in a small sliver of light. In the center of the room there were two narrow massage tables not too unlike the ones at the doctor's office, but comfier, with white sheets draped over the top. A cabinet on the left side of the room was slightly ajar, showing piles of neatly folded towels, lotion, face masks, and pink objects that Kettle Corn didn't recognize. They looked silly and out of place to her.

Lotus trotted over to a sink on the right side of the room, where she began washing her hooves and preparing some lotion. Kettle followed her Mother's suit by trotting up to a free table and, with some difficulty, clambering up. It was a little high for her small stature, and she had to hoist herself up by her forehooves. She glanced to the side to see her Mother was spread out on her belly, letting her hooves fall off the sides of the massage table and rest along a narrow bar underneath, at perfect height for a grown mare to straddle it. Kettle hadn't seen them before, as they must have been hidden by the sheet that draped down.

Kettle did her best to follow suit, but her small size prevented her from properly dangling her hooves all the way down, or even reaching both hooves on either side. Instead, she was laying face-down with her hooves sort of splayed out to the sides and dangling off the edges. It was still comfortable enough that she didn't really mind.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as Lotus had begun giving a massage to her Mother and applying lotion to her fur. She started at her shoulders and worked her way down, kneading into her sore muscles and coaxing out a content coo. Her Mother had a look of pure bliss on her face, eyelids fluttering closed and tail swishing to and fro. Kettle giggled at the silly display. She'd never seen her look so relaxed before! She could already tell why Mom liked coming here so much.

By this point Lotus had worked her way down and was massaging her Cutie Marks. Kettle's outburst had caught her Mom's attention, and the mare opened one eye just as her tail flicked.

"That feels wonderful, Lotus, but since it's Kettle's first time, why don't you start with her?" She offered a warm smile and winked at Kettle Corn, who grinned in excitement without knowing what was in store.

"Oh, a wonderful idea!" Lotus exclaimed, backing down onto all four hooves and trotting over to Kettle's side of the room. "Anything in mind for the sweet filly? Like perhaps a massage with some lotion? And are we going to be happy at the end?" She asked coyly.

"Very Happy, Lotus." Her Mother replied. It was her turn to grin.

Before Kettle knew it, Lotus had propped herself up on her hind hooves next to her and placed her forehooves next to Kettle's belly. She began to gently rub into her withers getting a feel for how sore or sensitive she was. When Kettle didn't immediately respond, she pushed a little harder between her shoulders, massaging her spine: this caused Kettle Corn to let out a sigh.

"Ooh. That feels nice, Miss Spa Pony." Kettle closed her eyes and stretched, enjoying how all the feelings of tension seemed to leave her body. She rolled her shoulders as Lotus began to rub them a bit higher.

"Call me Lotus, dear." She giggled, watching as Kettle let out a soft humming sound. She watched attentively as she brought the massage down to her lower back, only stopping to squirt more lotion onto her hooves to apply to the filly's back. Kettle noticed the lack of attention at once and looked back with an expression of disappointment. Before Kettle could protest, the massage continued, hooves kneading deeply.

Lotus moved her hooves in wide circles, pressing deep into her back. Kettle's eyes fluttered closed just like her Mom's had, and she went limp. The only signs of consciousness were her steady breathes and the occasional flick of her ear. Lotus, who had guided many a mare and filly through wonderful massages and first visits, knew this as her cue.

Moving slow and steady, she inched herself back, shifting her position until she was near the end of the massage table, and then behind it. Her hooves delicately caressed Kettle's soft fur, sliding along her back and over the curve of her croup. Kettle flicked an ear but showed no other signs of objection, simply letting out a soft coo as Lotus began massaging her Cutie Marks in circles, from the bottom of her stifles to the top of her rump.

Kettle was in pure heaven. The only experience she'd had before that she could relate this to was when her Mother or Father would give her a back or hoofrub when she felt sore, but having it done by an expert was incomparable to that. It was like Lotus somehow knew all the sore points that Kettle hadn't even known were there. Kettle stretched her rear legs in response to Lotus's touch as she drifted further down her hind leg, cupping it and squeezing the muscles just above her joints on each leg.

As she stretched, her tail also did an unconscious flick, brushing against Lotus's chest. Kettle was about to lift her head to apologize, when her tail was caught mid-sway. Lotus brushed it carefully back over Kettle's rump, exposing her most private of places. The filly blushed instinctively, but before she could speak up Lotus gave her a reassuring pat.

"Shh. We'll just keep that out of the way. It's only going to get in the way for now. Just relax, okay? Your Mother is right here with you." Lotus's voice was low, a quiet but reassuring sound that quelled the butterflies in Kettle's tummy. She looked over, seeing her Mother watching intently, fascination in her eyes. She caught Kettle's gaze and smiled gently.

Kettle relaxed and put her chin back down on the table, feeling comfortable with the new developments, not understanding the whys of it, but trusting the adults with her in the room all the same. Lotus had started massaging her hind legs again, working down to her fetlocks, then back up, one hoof at a time. She trailed her hooves along Kettle's inner thighs, as slow as ever. Kettle's eyes started to drift closed again as she relaxed.

Lotus didn't stop, snaking her hooves up and up the curve of Kettle's thighs. On they went, brushing along sensitive, thin fur, grazing and prodding at her small nipples, until it touched her in a place she'd never been touched before: her private treasure that she was supposed to show to no one, and only let ponies she trusted touch. Did she not trust Lotus? Her Mom?

The tip of Lotus's hooves trailed along the outside edge of her fillyhood, her soft, supple flesh, tracing lines through her fur all the way around but never quite touching it. From the base of her crotch, it ventured all the way up to her dock, teasing the hairs, grazing ever so slightly against her tailhole.

The feeling for Kettle was indescribable. It was like being on the cusp of a newfound experience. Like the first pony on the moon, venturing into uncharted territory. There was the hint of something magnificent there, just on the tip of her tongue but this was all new to her. She shuffled in place, squirming her rear and wiggling her little rump in a mixture of confusion and the beginnings of a teasing arousal.

"Very good." Lotus praised. "Now I'm going to apply some lotion, so hold still like a good filly, and there will be a treat in it for you later." She removed her hooves and began applying lotion to them again. Kettle held remarkably still, the promise of a treat placating her, and the idea of experiencing more of that touching edging her on.

Suddenly there was the cool touch of lotion and firm hooves in the sensitive area under her tail. Rubbing against her feminine areas, delicately lathering the relaxing, oily lotion into the bare skin that made up her genitalia, and around the pert little hole nestled just under her tail. She squeezed and quivered as her mind was exposed to these new experiences that were like nothing she could compare to. Her body squirmed again, but this time there was a pressure, a heated feeling in her loins that caused her to push back up, wanting more of that cool touch. Kettle squeaked.

"Oh! So eager already, and I've only just started. You're going to have a wonderful time, I can already tell." Lotus beamed. Kettle's Mother was still silent, but watched with pride.

"W-what was that?" Kettle burst out, eyes wide and full of wonder as she craned her back to look back at the two grown-ups. "It feels so hot there now. Is that normal? Why am I so tingly all over?"

"This is all part of the special massages we offer here. It helps mares to relax and get back to their regular day-to-day life during heat season, or any other part of the year. Would you like to keep going? I promise it will feel only feel more amazing." She was far more serious now, her hooves just in front of Kettle's rear, hovering but not quite touching.

Kettle only nodded, biting her lip and setting her chin back down. She barely had to wait to think back on her decision before that wonderful, expert hoof was on her again. Lotus's hooves were amazing, touching every part of her that made her twitch. With one hoof exploring her private parts and rubbing them about in circles, another hoof moved to the side of her rump to knead her bottom.

For awhile, Kettle sat in blissful silence, relishing in the feeling of hooves exploring her rear and touching her in new ways. The lotion did its part to prevent the small amount of stretching and friction she was receiving from hurting as Lotus pulled her small flower petals apart, revealing a glimpse of tight, pink flesh inside that glistened tantalizingly. The touch of cool air inside and of both hooves prying her apart caused the tiniest drizzle of clear fluid to drip out of Kettle; her first sign of arousal.

That heated feeling in her loins had been building and building, rising like a crescendo though she was still far from the end. She kicked one of her back hooves in the heat of the moment because she knew not what else to do to answer her body's cry to buck her hips. She was thankfully still in enough control to resist, though a dull haziness was beginning to form. A grunt left her throat and she gave a shudder.

Lotus watched in awe as the small filly became aroused so quickly. She watched the small droplet oozing out of Kettle Corn's tender areas, and not wanting to waste it, dove in and lapped it up. Her tongue stretched out of her muzzle, curled and dragged from the bottom of Kettle's crotch up to her fillyhood. She pressed it up against her tight opening, and dragged it to the very top, tasting the flavour of aroused filly, and most faintly, the coconut lotion she'd used on her before.

The effect was immediate on Kettle, who jerked her rump and squeaked, her body tensing and her fillyhood winking. Bringing her head back, Lotus smacked her lips and smiled. She rolled her tongue around her mouth while using her hoof to idly rub Kettle, who began grinding back on it through squeaks and whines. The filly was lost in the moment, delighting in the feeling of having pleasure teased out of her, and Lotus was happy to oblige.

With each passing second Kettle Corn was like water waiting to boil over, on the cusp of such an intense feeling in her loins and tummy that she wasn't able to place but was eager for more. She wanted to squeal but quickly stopped herself, coming back to reality when Lotus took advantage of her suddenly winking lovebutton, rubbing it with the tip of her hoof. This sent Kettle into an immediate frenzy, trying to flail but Lotus was holding her in place with a gentle firmness. It was like lightning bolts going off in her body, lights flashing in her vision, her lungs short for air. She squeaked and squealed out over and over again, crying out her Mother's name.

"M-Maaaammma! Moooom! Eeeeek! S-something is h-happ-en-innnng!" She screamed as everything came crashing down around her, her mind a hazy mist that she couldn't see through. Lotus only smiled and rubbed harder, one hoof moving up to stroke through her tail.

"Thaaaat's it." Lotus cooed, flattening out the small strands that had splayed out and come loose, sticking out in all directions. She traced along Kettle's dock, exploring the small bit of skin at the start of her tail along the joint, massaging the top and the bottom, slipping her hoof underneath and touching her round rumphole.

"Would you like me to keep rubbing you there, Kettle?" Lotus spoke slowly, teasing her in every way possible. Just as Kettle started nodding frantically, Lotus bent over, inching closer to her ear. "Or would you like me to use my tongue again?"

This put Kettle in a newfound dilemma, one that she knew, despite her inexperience, she wouldn't have long to decide on. Having Lotus's firm hoof between her legs rubbing away at her was an incredibly pleasurable feeling, but for the short time she'd felt her tongue prodding at her, it had been even better. It was difficult even to speak, but fortunately the mare decided for her, dipping her head down again and dragging her tongue across her small slit.

"Is this what you want?" The mare asked. Kettle groaned and nodded furiously, sticking her rump up higher, allowing Lotus more leverage. She pushed her muzzle right up against Kettle's honeypot and began lapping away at her, tongue pushing in past her folds, teasing her inner walls but not quite penetrating her. This caused Kettle to wiggle her rump desperately, whining as she begged for more.

"How does it feel, Kettle? Is it nice? Do you like it?" Lotus kept teasing her, pulling away long enough to speak before pushing her muzzle back up against her.

"Nnng!" Kettle hissed. "It's good! It's good! Really good!" She stomped a little forehoof on the massage table, her cheeks blushing wildly. Lotus was nearly taken by surprise when Kettle winked again, but she caught her nub and began lapping at it while the filly struggled and bucked.

"Oooh. I think you liked that. Right there?" Lotus asked, licking it again, wrapping her lips around it and suckling.

"Mn...M-hm!" Kettle nodded, trying to keep quiet. Lotus was having none of it, instead pulling her muzzle away and missing her filly bits entirely, instead giving her rump hole a kiss.

"You mean here?" Lotus asked, knowing otherwise. It had the desired effect on Kettle Corn, who rapidly shook her head, her pigtails bobbing to and fro. "You have to speak up, Kettle!"

"N-no! Not there! Where you were before!" Kettle blurted out, blushing even harder as the mare continued kissing and even licking her rump.

"So where then? You have to tell me or I won't know!" Lotus grinned devilishly. Kettle wanted to kick her, but resisted the urge.

"My...my private place?" Kettle whispered.

"What about it?"

"Please...please lick me...in my wawa."

"It's called a pussy, dear." Lotus nipped her rump, only for Kettle to yelp.

"My...my pussy?"

"..." Lotus watched her silently, letting her figure out the rest.

"Please lick my pussy." Kettle Corn finished, her cute voice fumbling over the new dirty word like it was a filthy object she didn't want to hold. She shook with anticipation, deprived of contact since Lotus had pulled away.

"As you wish." Lotus replied, stuffing her muzzle back in between her flanks, pressing against her tiny pony pussy, reaching out with her tongue. The minute of teasing had left Kettle Corn pent up and she practically squealed the moment she felt Lotus again. To help aid her, Lotus brought a hoof to the filly's small cunny, spread her apart, and finally, finally plunged her tongue into Kettle's little lovehole, spreading her tight walls as she waggled her tongue around at random.

Kettle screamed, stuffing her forehoof into her mouth as she bucked her hips and squeezed down on Lotus's tongue, overcome by the fire in her loins. Lotus had begun rapidly thrusting her wet, dexterous appendage in and out despite her tightness, and Kettle could no longer contain it. She was seeing white again. Just when she thought she was about to pop like a balloon, she felt her Mother's hoof on her head, brushing her mane. She must have gotten off the table and Kettle hadn't even noticed.

"Shh...there's a good girl. Let it all out." Her Mother stroked her head, peering gently into her eyes. "Isn't that wonderful? Stopping holding it in. Take a deep breath. Now exhale."

Kettle did as she was told, and suddenly she reached a crescendo, the pressure in her tummy reaching its peak. She squirted sticky, clear juices all over Lotus's face, once, twice and then a third time as she screamed into her hoof, body rocking.

"Ahhh! Mommy! Eeee~!"

And suddenly it was over, just as quickly as it had come. Kettle dropped her head onto the table, her vision glazed over as a feeling of pure relaxation and zen washed over her. Nearly every muscle in her body relaxed. She became dimly aware of Lotus pulling away, giving her rump an affectionate kiss, then the cool feeling of air on her sticky rump. The last thing she remembered was the faint sound of her Mother humming as she drifted off to take a nap.

Kettle Corn awoke a few minutes later, her body feeling heavy, yet relieved at the same time. She blinked away sleep as she recognized the figures of her Mother and Lotus, who was washing her face off with a towel. They both noticed her at the same time, and she was quickly pulled into a motherly hug.

"What...what whassat?" Kettle asked, slurring a bit as her mouth felt dry and sluggish.

"You just came, sweetheart." Her Mother cooed, kissing the top of her head. "Was it as good as I promised it would be? Do you have any questions about it?" She stroked the filly's head as Kettle burrowed into her fluffy side.

"It was great, Mom! Can we do it again?"

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