Shining Armor

The flimsy little paper gift card in my hand – fluttering in the slight Ponyville breeze – doesn't exactly inspire confidence. It's printed on fading lavender-colored paper that shows all the creases and frayed edges of having been used and recirculated over and over. That doesn't bode very well for the quality of Ponyville's only day spa.

Why hadn't Cadance gotten me a certificate for one of the great local spas in the Crystal Empire? Or, if we have to make a destination trip out of it, why not the world-class places in Canterlot where I grew up? It's not as if we can't afford luxuries like that...

But no. Here I am, stuck in Ponyville for a 'spa day' that's supposed to be good enough for a birthday gift. It's not exactly the best gift I've ever been given. I don't even care for going to the spa that much, normally ... and out here in Ponyville? Why Ponyville? It's not like I'll be able to catch up with my sister, either. She and Cadance are off having one of their own fun days – which is blatantly the only reason I've been dragged all the way out here. In a way, I have to be impressed with Cadance's foresight in setting all this up.

Not that I can really hold a grudge against her for it. It's not my actual birthday – that was three days ago, so why shouldn't she have fun with one of her best friends? She's literally the Princess of Love, after all, and any little annoyance I might be feeling just melts away completely the moment I think about some of the good times we've had together.

This year, I'd finally worked up the nerve to ask her for a threesome as a birthday present. But that's obviously never going to happen. Maybe this 'luxury' trip to Ponyville is what I deserve for ever thinking that Cadance alone wasn't enough. Probably. Shrugging, I turn the corner around Ponyville's dirt roads and...

There it is, Ponyville's 'famous' day spa. With a shrug and a little sigh, I cross the street and head inside. Time to see what luxury pampering Ponyville has to offer. Who knows ... maybe it will be better than I expect?

A jingling little bell announces my arrival inside, and immediately, two matching mares – one pink and blue, the other blue and pink – look up and smile at me. They're wearing white jumpsuit-like things that are tight enough to show off their generous, equally matching figures ... and each of them has a deep cut of cleavage showing, just in case anyone's having any trouble appreciating those figures without it.

I smile. Yes, maybe this will be better than I expected. Is this that kind of establishment? Not that I'd ever think of doing anything like that. I would never cheat on Cadance. Well, not knowingly... That time with Chrysalis doesn't count. She was disguised as Cadance, and I'd been magically brainwashed too much to know the difference. Still, I can always 'look at the menu', even if I'm not allowed to 'order' anything. And a day of massaging an pampering will be more enjoyable in the company of two pretty mares than if it was some stallion poking and prodding at me.

They seem very eager to please, and from the coy, blushing looks they're giving me as they lead me back into the place, I again wonder if this is a 'happy ending' kind of massage place. Did Cadance know that when she ordered the gift certificate? Is that why she picked this spa instead of the Crystal Empire's or Canterlot's? It's a tempting thought, but I can't allow myself to go too deeply into it. There's no way of knowing whether Cadance really intended that or not, and a handjob – even from these cute mares – isn't worth the risk that she actually just meant for me to get an ordinary massage. I'll have to turn them down if they try anything – as difficult as that might be – or this could all end up blowing up in my face. She knows that Chrysalis wasn't my fault ... but she still has some insecurities from that disaster, and I just know she'll have a complete meltdown if she feels like she's being replaced by some other mare. Definitely not worth it. I'd feel horrible inside if that happened to her because of something I did.

The two mares point me to an inconspicuous door near the back of the spa. Inside, there's a private room with two massage tables set up side-by-side in the middle, just enough room left between them to walk through. A little weird, but it makes sense that a spa this small might not be able to afford separate massage rooms for singles and couples, so maybe they just see everyone in the couple's room.

“Please leave you clothing in that chair,” one of the girls says. I'm not even sure which one; they both sound the same.

The other one adds, “You can cover yourself with one of the warm towels from that table. We will give you some privacy to get undressed, and we will knock before coming back in.”

I nod in acknowledgment. I'm no regular at any spa, but I know this is all very standard stuff. As soon as the door closes behind them, I start pulling off my formal coat – ever since becoming a prince, I can never be rid of the thing, but that's just how it goes.

As soon as I get the shirt off after that, I turn to put those down before starting on my pants—

And there's Cadance, standing silently in the corner of the room. My jaw drops, and I instinctively cover myself with my rumpled clothing, even though she's seen me in far less so many times before. W-w-what? What's Cadance doing here? Isn't she supposed to be with Twilight? For a long moment, all I can do is stare and blink at her.

All the while, she just stands there and grins at me, until I finally manage to get out a pathetic little “Huh?”

That only makes her smirk at me more ... but she makes up for that by sauntering over to me, pushing my arms out from in front of my chest, and wrapping her own around my bare back as she comes in for a kiss. Cadance's kisses are worth more than any birthday present, even after being with her for years. I have no idea where she could have learned it, but she just has this perfect way of sliding her tongue over mine, of making love to my mouth until I can barely stand up straight. It doesn't hurt that her royal gown is thin and low-cut – I can feel the upper halves of her breasts pressing against my bare chest, and when I finally have the presence of mind to embrace her back, my wandering hands can clearly feel that she's wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

When she pulls back from the kiss, we're just holding each other, and I can finally ask, “Honey? Thank you so much for the spa day. But ... why are you here? I thought you were having fun with Twilight. Is this actually going to be a couple's massage or something?” In the back of my mind, I have an image of those cute spa twins again. Is she about to give me permission to have fun with them? Now that would be a birthday present!

“I'll have fun with Twilight soon enough...” She gives me another one of her enigmatic little smiles. “But for now, I'm just here to do a little something to make your spa day more interesting.”

My eyebrows rise, but I don't dare suggest anything ... inappropriate. This could just be something innocent that I'm misinterpreting, and I don't want to ruin it by being presumptuous.

“I'm going to do a blindfold spell. Without the distraction of your eyes, you'll be able to feel everything so much more clearly. Trust me, I've tried it and it's amazing.”

Ah, yes. Weird, but nothing as risqué as my dirty mind was already conjuring up. I'm glad now that I didn't suggest anything about those spa girls. Shrugging, I say, “Sure, okay... Sounds interesting. It is only temporary, though, right?”

She nods, steps back away, and motions for me to finish undressing with a twirl of her fingers.

But, of course, getting undressed is a bit more interesting when I have an audience. I can feel the heat of her eyes on me as I pull down my pants and set them aside ... to the point where it's already starting to make my cock hard and forming a tent in my boxers. The thought that Cadance might spare a moment for some quick fun with me before letting the spa girls back in here doesn't help – by the time I've got my underwear off, my cock is already most of the way out of my sheath and springs free, swinging back and forth.

That earns a smile from Cadance ... but, unfortunately, nothing else. Not even a quick grope-and-jerk with her hands. Instead, she points me over to the massage table.

Mentally shrugging it off – I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun once we get back to our room anyway – I lie down on the table and try to arrange my cock beneath me in a way that it won't show when the spa girls come back in here. Cadance is there a moment later, draping one of the warm towels over my butt ... and I have to admit, that feels really nice.

Then her horn begins to glow. Oh, right. The spell... I look up at her, wondering if I really want to go through with it, but before I can say anything, my eyes close on their own. And I can't open them.

It's almost enough to make me laugh. Whatever I'd been expecting her fancy blindfold spell to do, I hadn’t been expecting it to simply hold my eyes closed. That just seems too ... simple. But, after all, why not? It works really well, actually. I can't see a thing.

And it's just temporary. So I try to lie back down and relax.

A knock comes from the room's door, and Cadance answers it: “Yes, come on in. He's ready.”

The door opens, and a few sets of footsteps follow. Even though I'm already hearing things more clearly than I thought I could, I can't quite tell how many. The door closes behind them. It will just be the spa girls again, of course, maybe with one or two more this time. There's no sound to suggest that they're surprised to see Cadance in the room. Cadance must have signed me up for the most deluxe treatment Ponyville had to offer, and told them ahead of time that she'd be here... I've never had more than a one-on-one massage before. This will be interesting.

For a few moments, there's only the sounds of them moving around, some squirting of lotion into hands... And then they start on my back.

First one pair of hands, then another, then another ... and very tentatively, one final pair. Wow... It's so many that it makes it kind of hard to keep track of them all. And all of them are rubbing warm, smooth lotion onto my bare back, but in different patterns and different rhythms. It feels pretty nice, of course, but I can't exactly say that they seem skilled in what they're doing. One set of hands is rubbing smoothly and confidently, and actually reminds me a lot of the way my wife would touch me – wait, did she ever leave the room? Maybe it is her! But in that case, why is she – the Princess of Love, but still not an expert masseuse – giving me the best massage out of all four? Of the other three, one of them is being a bit too rough and jerky with her motions, and the other two are far too light and cautious, as if they're afraid to touch me with anything more than their fingertips. It really doesn't say much for the quality of Ponyville's day spa.

All the same, having all eight hands working the tension out of my muscles at the same time is pretty interesting, and it does feel quite good. I don' t know how they managed it, but their hands are so warm, and taking the distraction of eyesight away really does seem to make a difference. It makes me focus on every little motion of their hands, makes me really feel what it's like when they touch me.

Though they all started in pretty much the same place around my shoulders and back, they gradually work their way outward and away from each other. The hands that were probably Cadance's work their way down my back, down toward my legs ... and they take a generous squeeze of my ass cheeks along the way. I decide not to say anything about that, though. After all, it's probably just Cadance, and she's allowed to do things like that. Although I really hope I'm right about who it is. Having already used the 'But Honey, I thought it was you' excuse once, it would be pretty bad if I found myself in the same situation again.

Thankfully, the other pair of hands – one of the tentative ones – that follows her down toward my legs doesn't try any funny business along the way, brushing past the parts hidden by the towel in a very businesslike way.

The other too-gentle one occupies herself with my arms, sometimes going over my back again. The rough pair of hands surprises me, though, by going up to my head and digging her strong fingers through my mane to prod and massage my scalp. And that, at least, feels wonderful. Her strong touch is perfect there, and now I can really begin to appreciate the blindfold spell. I'd never have thought it could feel like this, all tingling and swirls of warm fingertips. It really is a new experience for me ... and that's a birthday gift I can really appreciate!

It isn't long before something else begins to distract me, though. The two girls working on my legs – I feel like they're all girls, at least, though some of them could be stallions for all I know – have been working their way back up from my calves to my thighs, and now they're starting to get pretty close to the small towel.

Their touches – especially the light, tingly ones from the less confident of the two – electrify me as they run upward, especially along the inside of my thighs. The towel doesn't cover all that much. Do they know that they're only inches away from brushing their fingertips over the back side of my balls? I try not to think about it. I've only now managed to get my cock mostly back inside its sheath, and I don't need it slipping out again as I think about those beautiful and perfectly matched spa ponies fondling my balls... Damn! There I go – I'm already picturing it! Stop! Stop! Despite myself, my cock slips out against the table again. Damn it! Why can't I just control myself? I'm going to get myself in trouble right in front of my wife, I just know it.

Maybe it's okay, though, as long as one of those sets of hands really does belong to my wife, and she's watching it all and ... okay with it? But then again, that could really backfire, too. What if she sees my cock slipping out as these other mares touch me – she could end up being furious with me! But, but ... there's nothing I can do about it!

As if they'd arranged and practiced it beforehand, both of the girls massaging my legs reach their hands right up underneath the towel at the same time. I gasp slightly in shock. One of them grabs greedy handfuls of my ass cheeks, while the other traces reverently along my cutie mark and ... elsewhere. I can feel her hand shaking as she gets it closer and closer to my balls. Even though the other two are keeping busy, I almost completely forget about them, even the lovely scalp massage.

This is too much. I have to do something! I lift my head up from the table slightly, clamping my tail down between my legs. “Um, ladies...? I don't think—”

“Don't worry,” an unfamiliar voice says from just above my head – she must be the same one massaging me there. “We're all professionals, and this is completely normal.”

“But...”

Another voice, from above and behind me – one I can recognize perfectly as Cadance's – reassures me, “Just relax. This is all part of the massage package I signed you up for.”

That does allow me to relax a little. Although I've admittedly had problems identifying the real Cadance in the past, I'm so sure about this that I'd stake my marriage on it: that was definitely Cadance's voice. So she is one of the mares massaging me, and she knows everything that's going on. If there was something she wasn't okay with, she'd stop it herself. So I have nothing to worry about. Just a nice massage.

The other two girls – the ones who have been quiet so far – giggle a little at the exchange, especially the one with her hand underneath my towel. And weirdly enough, that giggle sounds kind of familiar, like it's a voice I should know. Not the spa twins, but someone else, someone I've known for a long time, but I can't quite place it... Weird.

Not that I have much time or attention to spare on figuring out just who that is... I have other things on my mind – namely, the same things that are on my ass: the hands of those two mares. Goddess, I hope they're mares, the way they're going at it, squeezing and rubbing like they can't get enough. They sure sounded like mares, even though I all have to go on for one of them is a quiet little giggle. And that one seems to be getting less and less nervous about things. She's really going at it now. Once or twice, her fingertips have even brushed over my balls. 'Accidentally', I'm sure ... but it is kind of weird from some spa ponies I barely know. I'm pretty sure I've never actually even seen her!

Maybe I should put a stop to it? This can't be right...

But it does feel pretty nice, and it's kind of fun. It makes me feel attractive, having some perfect stranger wanting to do that with me... And my wife is here, I'm pretty sure. If she didn't like it, she'd stop that other mare from playing around like this, so it must be okay. Even though it feels so wrong to skirt so close to the line right in front of my wife, it's not necessarily sexual, is it? They're just giving me a massage. Kind of thorough, but it shouldn't really count as cheating. I should probably just try and enjoy my birthday present...

Of course, some parts of me are beginning to enjoy it too much. I try to ignore the feeling of my cock slipping out and rubbing against the padded surface of the table, instead focusing on something completely innocent – the way that mare at my head is massaging my scalp nice and firmly. Trying to focus on that, I ignore everything else, even when the shy mare's fingers start deliberately rubbing my balls. But there's no helping that, not with some unknown – and hopefully cute – mare tickling my balls. My cock comes all the way out, stiffening underneath me to its full size, and there's no way this little towel could hide it. I can only hope that they won't ask me to roll over any time soon...

“I think it's time we roll him over and work on his front,” Cadance's voice says. “Don't you think, girls?”

More giggles follow that, some of them tantalizingly familiar, but I still can't quite place them. But I have something more important to worry about – namely hands gripping my side and getting ready to flip me over.

Cadance is here, right? She won't let those other mares do anything too crazy with me, will she? Before I can do or say anything, they're rolling me over by force ... and the towel just comes right off – none of them were working to keep it in place. Well, there it is. Now Cadance is going to see how turned-on I've gotten, and if she's going to be mad at me, this is the time...

But nothing comes. The girls are quiet for a moment, and I can guess exactly where they're staring. I move to cover myself with my hands, but one of them brushes my hands back down to my sides.

“Just a natural reaction, nothing to be ashamed of,” Cadance says.

I try to take that to heart. Surely these massage girls have seen it all before, especially if they're as frisky with others as they've been with me today. So there shouldn't really be anything to worry about...

And indeed, they've begun massaging my legs, my abs, and my chest as if nothing at all is out of the ordinary. Maybe it's not even that big of a deal for them, so why should it be a big deal for me?

I'm kind of proud of myself that my erection is even beginning to calm down, softening and lying back against my belly as it begins to retreat. I should just relax and enjoy the massage, not worrying about any of this almost-sexual stuff. That's the key. It even starts to shrink down back into my sheath.

But then those hands on my abs and on my legs are working closer and closer toward... Well, toward places where they really shouldn't be. That's making it very difficult to ignore the sexual connotations of what's going on. One of them is running her hand right up between my thighs – and another one is rubbing my lower abs, just a finger's breadth away from my cock, which she must be aware of as much as I am!

Suddenly, it's abundantly clear that they're aware of it – because someone just grabbed my cock! She's blatantly holding it in her hands, even stroking it a little!

I gasp in a deep breath of shock. “Cadance! What's going on? I'm—”

“Ssh, it's okay,” she whispers. “Just enjoy.”

Well ... um... Okay, I guess? Surely it's Cadance's hands that are currently stroking me. Nothing wrong with that, assuming the spa girls don't object to it. And since they're not... Well, Ponyville's spa must be one of 'those kinds' of massage places after all.

And I have to admit, it is kind of hot. I'd asked for a threesome, and I guess this is as close as Cadance feels comfortable with. It feels lovely having those other mares still rubbing and massaging me as Cadance gives me her more intimate attention with a handjob. My cock grows under her hands as she strokes it, and I let out a barely-audible moan of pleasure. The thought of those cute pink and blue spa twins – I know they're not the ones in the room with me now, but I enjoy imagining them here – the thought of them watching and blushing at each other while my wife blatantly jerks me off right in front of them, while they rub my chest and my abs ... it's intoxicating. The thought that when I cum, some of it might accidentally get on them ... that's enough to get me instantly back to full hardness, which only encourages Cadance's stroking.

If I thought that's all this was going to be, I very much underestimated my wife, because just as I begin getting comfortable and enjoying the idea of her jerking me off in front of these unknown mares, she takes it a step further. I feel her unmistakable tongue slide up the front of my cock. It makes me jerk against the massage table, both from the amazing feeling of it – enhanced by the blindfold spell – and from knowing what usually comes next after that... Which it does. The head of my cock plunges into the warmth of her mouth, even as her hands keep on stroking. I moan again, this time in earnest, and my cock twitches in her mouth as if it's eager for more.

Of course, she gives it more, sliding her lips down over it in that incredible way she does, gulping it down into her throat, her hands so lightly and tenderly sliding up and down, more hands joining hers on my balls and even more gently on my shaft, and— What?

I gasp and sit up, startling at least one of the girls. But Cadance doesn't take her mouth off of my cock, and the other girl – whoever she is – doesn't stop touching me either.

What's going on? Cadance must be seeing this! And yet ... she's not doing anything to stop it... So, she's okay with it?She must be okay with it...

Slowly, I let myself lie back down. It does feel amazing. That other girl's hands are so soft and gentle as she fondles my balls and teases my shaft, on top of being inside Cadance's Princess-of-Love-tier mouth! What more could a stallion ever ask for? I shouldn't say anything else, I decide. It's not worth the possibility of ruining this perfect moment.

It's almost not even a surprise when another mouth joins Cadance's, licking my cock just below hers. Is it the same girl who's touching me down there, or one of the others? There's no way to know, but from the tiny little indistinct moaning sounds she's making, she's clearly enjoying it. I kind of wish I could see it, the sheer luxury and debauchery of having two mares go down on me at once...

One of the other mares leans over from the head of the table and starts licking one of my nipples, and I feel the unmistakable soft suppleness of her bare breasts brushing over my face. They're small, firm ones, not the big soft ones like my wife's or the ones those spa twins had obviously had under their clothing.

Who is it? Whose mouth is on my cock? Whose boobs are in my face? The combination of that burning mystery and the incredible pleasure they're all giving me is making it hard to even breathe!

Cadance takes her mouth off my cock for a moment, and instantly some other girl's replaces it. As the other girl starts sucking – not as deeply as Cadance but still, my cock is in a new girl's mouth! – Cadance rubs her hands up from my abs to my chest. “Don't be shy,” she says. “You can touch if you want.”

My hands reach for her first. Despite my curiosity about the others, I know that will make her feel better about this, and I definitely want her to feel as good about this as possible. Even if I didn't simply love her and want the best for her, I have the selfish reason of wanting to encourage more experiences like this next year ... maybe even involving some actual sex beyond just oral ... maybe even that new secret little fetish we'd been exploring lately, where she'd get a strap-on and peg me... My hands find her still wearing her silky-smooth royal gown, but she soon helps me slip that off of her, and she guides my hands to her big, luxuriant breasts. I can't even count the times my buddies would ask me, back when I was in the guard and they found out I was dating her, 'Are those tits actually real? They can't be, can they?' Oh, they are. And they're so pillowy soft and perfect that touching them almost makes me forget about the two unknown girls blowing me right now. That is, until they decide to switch places and the other one starts slowly and teasingly licking the curves of my balls.

As nice as Cadance's boobs are, I've touched them many times before, and will surely get many chances in the future... But there are three other girls here who I've never touched before...

I reach up over my head to feel the girl who's still suckling my nipples and making them tingle to the point where I can scarcely bear it. My hands find her bare arms, her bare shoulders, her bare chest... Her lovely little boobs are so nice and supple, so close to my face. Daring to take a little initiative, I lean upward a little and start suckling on her nipple as well – one hand playing and lightly pinching there, while the other wanders further down her body ... her bare body. She can't be completely naked, can she?

I don't feel any clothing as I trace across her hips and where her mysterious cutie mark must be. Overcome with the sudden and oddly powerful urge to know, I slip my fingertips across her upper thigh and reach for her pussy. My fingers touch her warm, soft lips. They feel the dripping wetness already building up there. Oh Goddess, it's true! She's completely naked! She must have been naked this whole time! Are all the rest of them, too? Instinctively, I start rubbing that wet little slit, and she gasps slightly, her breath warm against my chest.

In the heat of the moment, I barely even spare a thought for whether Cadance would be okay with this, with me touching another mare's pussy. At this point, I can only assume she intends for all of this to happen, and if there's anything she objects to, she'll just tell me when the time comes. And that time evidently isn't now, because she's going back down and replacing the other girl sucking my cock, easily swallowing it deeper than her.

That other girl just comes right up and sits on my chest. I take the opportunity to explore her with my hands, from her slender little thighs all the way up her slim body to her perky tits. I could swear, they're just the same as the first girl's – the one who's now moved on to my other nipple while I still lick hers. One of my hands wanders back down, touching the new girl's pussy as it drips warm nectar on my chest ... and I could swear, she's exactly identical there, too. Is this spa just full of twins or something?

And those little gasps she makes when I touch her there. I could swear they sound familiar ... but I don't really know any identical twins, do I? I let a finger slip inside between her soaked pussy lips, and she lets out an almost-frantic “Oh! Shi—” before stopping herself. That voice... I know that I know it from somewhere. It reminds me of... No. No, it can't be. It reminds me of Twilight!

The girl at my nipples finally gets off of them, leaving them wet and cold. “Are you ready?” she asks. And it's the exact same voice. No... It can't possibly be Twilight. Twilight definitely doesn't have an identical twin sister. Thinking that either of them are Twilight must simply be my dirty imagination going to some very weird places. Sure, I thought about my sister sometimes. Growing up, one experience sharing a bath with her when I was probably getting too old for such things was the one glimpse of a naked female body my adolescent mind had to work with. Until things finally got serious with Cadance, Twilight's barely-developed body was the only real source of fantasies for me, so of course she got a little bit embedded in my subconscious. Not that I'd ever do anything like this with her – that would be crazy.

Cadance pulls herself up off of my cock and says, “Oh yes, I think he's ready. She is, too...” She's still stroking my shaft, and that mysterious third girl is still slathering her tongue all over my balls. But what is 'she' ready for? Cadance can't possibly mean...

Oh, she did. The girl on top of me slides back a little, and Cadance's hands hold my cock in place, helping it get lined up... And then I feel that warmth on my tip.

No way... This can't be happening. Oh, but it is. I can't see anything, but that only makes me feel things all the more clearly. Things such as the unknown girl's lips spreading out over the spit-slick tip of my cock, the delicate warmth of her pussy sliding downward, the other girl's tongue on my balls.

She shoves herself down eagerly, as if desperate to take more and more of it, to take all of it. And soon enough, she does. Cadance has to take her hands off my shaft as it slides into the unknown girl, filling her and surrounding me in her tight warm inner walls. She presses herself against the rim of my sheath, her juices seeping down over me. And just like that, I'm inside her pussy – inside a pussy that isn't my wife's!

It's mind-blowing, in more ways than one. Of course there's the tightly-squeezing warmth of that mare's pussy gripping my cock and massaging me in a whole new way as she slowly adjusts to the bulk of it inside her ... but there's also the incredible and completely unexpected knowledge that I'm now – impossibly – inside another mare's pussy. I've never had sex with anyone other than Cadance. Well, except for Chrysalis, and that doesn't really count. For all I knew at the time, she was Cadance. And I never knew it could feel this... Wow! Is it just the difference of being blindfolded making it feel so much better, is this unknown mare's pussy just that good? I'd never dare tell Cadance, but I've never felt so good inside a mare before. It's like she's a perfect fit for me. And once she starts moving...

I groan in sheer overflow of pressure as that mare starts rocking back and forth, riding me for all I'm worth. Oh Goddess! I have to stop myself from cumming inside her right then and there. No one put a condom on me, after all, and who knows if they've done contraceptive spells or not. I hold my hands on her supple hips, slowing her down a little and backing myself away from that dangerous edge.

Of course, it doesn't make it any easier that one of the mares is still down there teasing my balls with her tongue. I hope she's not a unicorn, or the mare on top of me might be at risk of some accidental double penetration! It's making me tingle from the base of my balls all the way to the tip of my cock, deep inside her coworker. Is this even a real spa? How are they getting away with running what's basically a brothel in the middle of this sleepy little town?

The cushions on the table creak as another mare gets up on top, swinging her leg up and over my arms. Oh my... She's not really going to do that, is she? But yes – she does. The mare who had been near my head just a moment ago must have gotten fed up with not getting any of the action, because she's straddling herself across my shoulders and bending down to press her pussy against my face. She doesn't quite touch, holding herself there. But I can feel her presence in the air just above me. I can smell the sour-sweet of her pussy. A drip falls, and suddenly, I'm already tasting her juices.

And if I've already tasted her a little, why not more? With a mental shrug, I lift my head just a bit, sticking out my tongue. At first, I only catch the smooth edge of her outer lips, but she quickly shifts slightly to the side, allowing me to plunge my tongue right into the middle of her dripping slit. It isn't my favorite thing to do, but that lovely little gasp she makes when I do it makes everything worth it. Even though I don't know her and I've never actually seen her, I find myself wanting to make her feel good as much as I've ever wanted to please my wife. It's a weird feeling, maybe somehow tied to the strange sense of familiarity I have with these twins, but I try not to think about it too much. Instead, I dive whole-heartedly into the effort of giving her as good as I'm getting myself.

As if that's even possible for one stallion to give a mare. This is incredible – my cock deep inside one mare, my tongue inside another, and yet another slathering my balls just as eagerly as I'm eating out the mare on top of my face.

Just as I'm really starting to enjoy the attentions of all three of these new mares, the one on my balls pulls away, leaving me feeling strangely empty for a moment. Have I really gotten that spoiled already? She gets on the table as well, but doesn't straddle me. Instead, she's standing on her knees, on the small space next to me. The only clue I get as to what she's doing – at first – is the slight brushing of her hand over my arm as she reaches ... somewhere. The extra gasp from the girl on my cock is all the answer I need in order to know where that hand went. And then the girl on my face is moaning in a soft, muffled way ... almost as if she's kissing someone. I wonder if she can taste my balls on the other girl's tongue.

I don't go very long without a mare giving my balls attention, though, because before I know it, Cadance is down there between my legs. I know it's her because I'd recognize that gentle sucking technique anywhere. The two of us sometimes joke that it's what made me truly fall in love with her. And the way she wraps her lips almost all the way around each nut then slowly slides them back is definitely worth falling for.

I can't help but be a little curious about the newcomer on the table next to me, and as she switches from kissing one of the twins to the other, I take one hand off the other's hips and explore the new girl a little. Only, I don't get very far before another hand – definitely not the new girl's; it must be one of the twins' – takes hold of mine and presses it up between the new girl's legs. She's sopping wet down there, and almost uncomfortably warm. And as I work my fingers across her hot slit, I finally hear her moan ... a new voice I'm sure I've never heard before.

The two girls on my face and my cock both lean in, and even though I can't see anything – what would there be to see between one girl's thighs, anyway? – I just know that all three of them are making out with each other. If nothing else, I can feel the excitement in the new girl's pussy. And all the while, my cock is getting massaged, my balls are getting suckled... This is so incredible! And being blindfolded on top of it all – I can really feel everything! I really have to thank Cadance for this later. I should have known better than to think she'd get me a lackluster birthday present. She's so wise in the ways of love!

Before I can even get close to coming to grips with how amazing this situation is, the mare on my cock pulls off of it, swinging herself to the side and – by some unspoken signal that I must have missed completely – switching out with the mare next to me from the other side almost without missing a single stroke.

And this new girl ... wow. If I'd thought she felt warm on my fingers, she's practically burning up as my slippery cock eases its way into her. It slides in so easily. She isn't as tight and squeezy as the previous girl, but that heat deep inside her ... I didn't even know something like that was possible. And to feel it around my cock now, to be swimming in that incredible warmth as my wife services my balls...

The one who just got off my cock takes the new girl's place by my side ... including making out with the other two. I do wish I could watch that. Knowing Cadance, she's probably thought far enough ahead to have this recorded for later enjoyment. I wouldn't put it past her. She always seems to know just how to make me feel as good as possible – better than I'd ever thought possible!

Instead of rocking back and forth like the first girl had, this new girl seems to like bouncing up and down. She's riding me as if at a full gallop, pulling almost all the way off each time before slamming all the way back down as if it means nothing at all to have my cock smash in as deep as it can over and over again. It's so intense I hardly even notice when Cadance leaves my balls unattended for a moment.

I definitely do notice her when she's standing right next to my head and whispering, “I think I'll have some of that, if you don't mind giving him up” to the girl riding my face,though.

It's really shocking how easy it is for the two of them to swap places. It happens in just a matter of moments. The girl's slimmer thighs are replaced by Cadance's thicker, softer thighs around the side of my head, and I'm suddenly tasting the familiar flavor of my wife's pussy. I don't know if I've ever been quite this enthusiastic about making her feel good before. I always want to please her, but at this point, I'm desperate to give her even a little bit of the immense pleasure I'm feeling every moment here. And it shows in the way she moans, in the way she rocks her pussy back and forth over my lips to the same rhythm as the other girl bouncing on my cock. I'm practically swimming in pussy, and I love it!

The girl who had been on my face takes her twin with her and heads around to the back of the table. As they spread my legs apart and I anticipate just what they plan on doing back there, I reach up and grab the bouncing girl's bouncing tits, even though my face is still buried between my wife's legs. This girl has a modest pair, not as small as the twins', not as big as Cadance's... Just who is she, I wonder – who the heck am I fucking right now? Not that it really matters all that much. These perky natural tits of hers feel wonderful – not to mention her pussy stroking up and down my cock – so I don't have anything at all to complain about.

A pair of licks way down low give me something new to think about – the twins are going down on my twins! They're pressed in tightly between my thighs as their coworker bounces on me above them, each one with her tongue on one of my balls, licking and slurping away at it. Oh Goddess – it's like my whole crotch is being surrounded in tingly warm wetness, all of them working together to coax me into cumming inside this unknown massage girl.

Maybe Cadance can sense how close I'm getting to doing exactly that, because she starts working her way forward across my body, stopping the other girl's energetic bouncing. “Mind if I take a turn with that, Sunset?” she says.

Sunset? Who is Sunset? The name seems slightly familiar, not that I've ever met her before, I'm sure. But I think I've heard about her from somewhere ... but where? I think in a book or something? A friend of one of Twilight's friends?

Before I can ponder that mystery too much, Cadance adds another one: “Why don't you prepare the item while I take care of him for a while?”

“Mmm...” Sunset lifts off of my cock, letting it free to slap messily against my wife's belly.

Wait ... what's this 'item' Cadance was talking about, and why's it getting such a satisfied reaction from Sunset?

A moment later, I don't care. My cock – still wet with the juices of two different mares – is slipping into the familiar home of my wife's pussy, spreading their essences where they don't belong. But it's just so damn hot that she's not only letting me have fun with them, but also participating in it, letting her own inner walls get smeared with the other mares' nectar. I thrust my hips up into her, making her gasp a little, and making the twins licking my balls jerk their heads up a little to keep up with me.

And then I'm completely inside my wife again, right where I belong. It's funny that with all the new pussy around me, I'd still be so eager to claim familiar old Cadance, but she is the Princess of Love, after all ... and the mare I love more than any other. It feels so right to be inside her again. She's riding me in a reverse cowgirl position, swaying her hips around as she faces the twins between my legs. It's a shame that I can't see her like this – it's normally a view I love to see: the long, smooth curves of her back with her wings flared out above and her hips curving out into her magnificent ass below... At least I can feel her, though. My hands hold onto her ass as she moves, reveling in that softly yielding curve of hers and helping her move by pushing her hips around.

Despite all of that, including the two mares still lavishing attention on my balls, I'm still not so out of it that I don't hear the sound of straps buckling. What's that? It must be something Sunset is doing. And it almost sounds like... No way. That can't possibly be what Cadance meant by 'the item'. Cadance and I have only experimented with that a few times in the past. There's no way she would share something that intimate with these mares she barely knows, right?

I'm still not sure what Sunset is doing with 'the item'. All I have to go on are the sounds that each twin makes in turn, moaning against my balls in a way that makes them vibrate a little, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. First one twin, then the other, then back to the first... And then I start hearing faint little slaps of flesh on flesh not in time with Cadance's motions on my lap. It sounds for all the world like Sunset is taking turns fucking each of the twins with a strap-on!

What kind of debauched spa is this? This is far beyond acting as a brothel on the side – the girls are actively fucking each other ... apparently just for the fun of it!

I have to admit – it's really turning me on. So much so that I can feel the tip of my cock beginning to flare deep inside my wife, hurtling me toward the inevitable climax of cumming inside her. I wonder whether she remembered to put on the usual contraceptive spell or not...

But before I can get off, she gets off of me. My engorged cock flops wetly down against my own belly, twitching there as I moan in tune with the two girls still moaning against my balls. No! Why did she have to get off of me at just the wrong moment? I was almost there!

She shoos the other girls away from my balls and massages the wet orbs with her own hands. “No no, don't cum yet, hubby. I have a special treat for you. Roll over.”

Oh sweet Goddess above! She's really going to do it, isn't she?

When I start to roll over, I find one of the two twins already lying right next to me on the table. When did she get there? It's a little awkward since the space is small for two, but all four girls help me along and end up getting me on top of her ... where a little twitch of the hips is all it takes to nudge the tip of my cock into her pussy.

“Mmm!Yes!” she cries out in that cloyingly familiar voice she shares with her sister. “I've waited so long for this!”

What? What does she mean by that? She's been waiting to have sex ... so is this her first time ever? Or was she waiting for me specifically? She does sound so familiar, like I've known her forever. But I don't know any twins!

As busy as my mind is with this mystery, my body doesn't need much instruction. I slide my cock into her in one smooth thrust, eliciting a long, greedy moan from her that only ends when she kisses me right on the mouth.

I'm a little shocked at first, and I don't respond immediately. I hadn't expected the kiss at all! But I soon start returning it. Apparently, this girl doesn't mind the taste of my wife and her twin on my lips. In fact, she's writhing and moaning beneath me as if this kiss – along with my cock hilting deep inside her – is the best thing she's ever experienced.

What else is there to do but embrace her and start humping into her? She holds me tight, wrapping her arms around my back and her legs around my thighs, desperately pulling and holding me in, to the point where it's hard to pull back for another thrust. And then, shockingly soon, I feel her pussy clenching around my shaft, and she's practically screaming in my ear. Goddess, her voice sounds just like Twilight's! What a bizarre coincidence.

Despite her incredible tightness and enthusiasm – and despite the dirty connotations her voice is bringing up in my head, I don't quite cum inside her just yet. Maybe it's not quite enough, maybe some noble part of me is preventing me from fathering a child with a girl I don't even know. But I don't cum yet, not even when Cadance starts rubbing my balls with massage oil.

Or, at least, I assume that's massage oil. It could have been juices from any one of the girls, for all I know. She's being very generous and sloppy with it – I can't help but notice that she's managing to brush quite a bit of it around my asshole.

“I think he's ready,” she says.

I spread my legs a little, raising my tail. I know what's coming, and I can't wait a moment longer. This is incredible enough when we're doing it alone. Doing it with other mares around – while I'm inside one of them ... just wow!

But it isn't Cadance who kneels down between my outstretched legs – it's the one she called Sunset! Cadance and I have experimented with this a few times before, but I never in my wildest daydreams imagined she'd ever let some other girl – just some girl who works at a spa! – do it to me.

Sunset's tip – hard and plasticy – touches my asshole, an I can't help but involuntarily gasp and clench. The girl beneath me must be feeling that twitch, because she gasps as well, holding me even more tightly against herself, so tight I can barely move.

Slowly, oh so gently, Sunset presses forward. That rounded tip wedges my asshole open and begins to slide in.

Cadance chuckles knowingly. “Oh, if you only knew where this thing had just been...”

It does feel awfully slippery, gliding in so easily ... and I have some very specific ideas about just where that slipperiness may have come from. But all that matters is the intense feeling of fullness growing inside me, making my tail lift up even higher. Sunset doesn't know how I like it grabbed, but Cadance is there, and she knows – she grabs it just above the dock, and pulls gently but firmly upward, stretching me just that little bit extra, just as she knows I like.

And this Sunset seems to have no inclination of giving me any break – as soon as she's gotten her strap-on all the way up in my ass, she starts rocking her hips back and forth, fucking me with it. She even slaps my ass!

It's oh-so-easy to just follow along with her rhythm, moving my own hips back and forth as she plumbs my depths. The one of the twins – who knows which one – I'm on top of sure seems to approve of that. She moans with every double thrust, pressing her pussy up against me every time Sunset pushes into me, every time I push into her. She kisses me again, and this time I eagerly return the kiss right away – this is heaven!

That kiss isn't fated to last long, though. Another girl gets on the table above our heads, and since Cadance still has a hand on my tail, it must be the other twin. She somehow manages to insinuate her pussy between the two of us, breaking up our kiss and seamlessly turning it into a double cunnilingus session.

Not that I mind. My tongue still flicks against the other girl's as I lick her twin, and both of us lap up the interloper's juices as eagerly as we'd been playing with each other before. The newcomer's moans make it all worthwhile, and it's clear that she's getting really close really fast. I focus mostly on playing with her clit, while her twin handles her pussy lips, her tongue sometimes darting inside for a more direct taste.

And all the while, Sunset fucks me from behind, driving me down into the lower twin's warm, perfectly welcoming pussy. With her other hand, Cadance strokes my back ... as much as she can reach with the lower twin's desperately grasping arms in the way. “Do you like that, hubby?” she asks, in a way that makes it clear she already knows the answer.

“Mm-hm!” It's all I can manage with my mouth rather occupied. But that little hum of assent made the twin with her clit in my mouth squeal and jerk forward ... so I hum again, and again...

That's all it takes. She freezes in place, grabbing my head and holding me against her pussy as she struggles to contain the convulsions wracking through her. A new flood of her juices flows out – mostly into the other twin's mouth; how can she be okay with that when it's her sister? – but I get my own share of it as she pulls away. Her sister comes up and kisses me again, her mouth still inundated with her twin's juices, which she spreads between my lips with her questing tongue.

The moment the recently-orgasmed twin gets off the table, Cadance lets go of my tail and whispers something to Sunset instead. I can't quite catch it – blindfold spell or no blindfold spell – but it makes Sunset stop moving for a little bit ... and then unbuckle the straps.

When Cadance steps into Sunset's place, I finally know exactly what's happening. It's time for the master to take a turn!

I lift my ass up from the table a little – pulling my cock almost all the way out of the twin beneath me in the process – and present myself to my wife, the strap-on sticking up toward her and just begging her to put it on.

And, of course, she obliges me. She's such a good wife! Without letting it slip out of my ass, she straps it to her own hips and legs, then begins her gentle, sure strokes ... just the way I like it.

Moaning, I let my wife push me down, forcing my cock back into this other girl. Cadance knows just how to work it inside my ass, putting the perfect amount of pressure on just the right spot.

While my wife fucks me so expertly, I hear the other massage table creak just a little. I probably would never have heard it if not for the blindfold spell, but it sounds just like someone – no, two someones – lying down on it. A moment later, the delicate licking sounds and slight moans tell me exactly what's happening. The other twin and that Sunset girl have started their own little party on the other table ... and from the sound of their voices, it's pretty good.

It can't possibly be as good as mine, though. I'm floating in a world of erotic bliss, both fucking and being fucked at the same time, with both sensations feeding off of each other. With one particularly strong thrust, Cadance presses me down against the other girl, who presses back up, pulling me as deeply inside her as I can possibly go, even as Cadance fills me as much as I can possibly take.

Still, though, the other two girls do sound like they're having a lot of fun with each other. Their moans grow and build ... until they suddenly stop, replaced by a question: “Um, do you think I could try a turn with that?” from the voice that sounds so impossibly like my sister's.

Cadance stops pumping inside me ... at just the wrong moment. I was so close. But I find myself backing off from orgasm yet again. Probably for the best. Wouldn't want to get this poor spa girl pregnant, after all.

From the tone of my wife's voice, I can just imagine the smile on her face. “Of course you can! Come on over. I'll guide you along and help you get it just the way he likes.”

Once again, they switch without even taking the strap-on out of my ass. This new girl is a little less expert with the procedure, though. She takes a few extra moments trying to get positioned right, all the while causing the thing to wiggle inside my ass in the strangest ways... But eventually she gets it on right.

“Now, I'm just going to hold you here ... and here.” I can only imagine where Cadance must be touching that spa girl. “And follow my motions as I move you back and forth...”

They start slow, but quickly build to a very Cadance-like rhythm. Except for the slightest hint of shaky nervousness – which I'd probably not even be able to feel without the blindness making me more sensitive – I could have thought it was Cadance herself fucking me. Instead, though, I have the tickling knowledge that it's yet another girl doing it – the third ever, now. Which means I'm actually sandwiched between the two twins, an accessory in their sisterly debauchery ... which, somehow, only makes me enjoy it more, thinking of the twin on top of me using me like an accessory, a tool, to fuck her sister. To them, I'm not really anything more than that strap-on ... only, I'm enjoying it a lot more than some lifeless hunk of plastic ever could!

That left Sunset with nothing to do ... but not for long. Taking from that twin's earlier example, she works her way between me and the mare underneath me, offering us both a new pussy to lick. And of course, we eagerly do.

This time, I go straight to humming around her clit. In hindsight, it's probably too intense of a thing to start out with, which is why she suddenly jerks back ... but a moment later, she's pressing her clit right back against my lips as if begging for more, and I'm happy to give it. To tell the truth, I'm not sure if I can stop. The feeling of one sister driving me into the other's pussy is forcing out near-constant moans that I can't even hope to control anymore ... and I can feel my balls tingling, my flare spreading out once again. I sure hope this girl underneath me has a contraceptive spell, because I don't think I can stop myself, and with her sister pounding me from behind, I'm not going to have any chance to pull out.

Sunset cries out, grabbing my horn and jamming my face into her squirting pussy as she presses herself against the girl underneath both of us. “Yes! Oh Goddess yes!”

Meanwhile, Cadance must have noticed my balls clenching, because she reaches between the other twin's legs to lightly fondle them, massaging them into even greater effort. Even from back there, she manages to whisper as if it's right in my ear, “You can finish inside her. You'll never know just how much she wants that.”

That's all I can take – far more than I can take. With Sunset's marecum still hot on my lips, I groan deeply and finally let myself go. A sharp slap from Cadance's hand entices the twin on top of me to hilt her strap-on into my ass, which only forces a bigger surge of cum down through my cock ... and straight into the other twin.

She bucks her hips underneath me, already bursting into orgasm as she feels my cock beginning to pulse inside her, and by the time the first of it gushes into her womb, her inner walls are already churning – milking me for more, more, more!

And I deliver. This feels like the biggest orgasm I've ever had – pumping wave after wave of myself into this girl I've never even seen, and even as I feel the excess splashing out around my sheath, it just keeps coming! The two of us hold each other tight, her sister clenching her hands around my hips to keep herself embedded as deeply as she can inside my ass, while my wife gently massages my throbbing balls and teases just a bit more out of them. I can't believe she's allowing me – encouraging me! – to cum inside another mare! She must be feeling that cum as it flows out of me, knowing exactly where it's going ... and yet she's still trying to get more!

Even that mind-blowing of an orgasm has to end eventually, in the way they all do, with just a last few dribbles of cum in a last few sporadic throbs. The twin with the strap-on gently and slowly pulls it out of me, that long, easy glide that's almost as good as it going in the first time, and Cadance finally lets go of my spent balls. Sunset gets out from between me and the girl underneath, almost falling off the table as she staggers away.

I don't get off of the other twin right away, though. We're both gasping deeply for breath, our post-orgasmic bodies still intertwined, and neither of us seems eager to be separated just yet. After the two of us completely cool down and my cock retreats halfway back into its sheath all on its own, I finally pull the rest of the way out of her, a gooey mix of both of our juices clinging to my cock as I sit on the edge of the table.

Instantly, instantly, there's a mouth on my cock! Someone's slurping up all that mess as she gulps my cock down, down, all the way down. It's almost enough to make me hard again, even after everything I've just been through.

The other two girls busy themselves noisily eating out the one twin's cream pie. Sadly, I can't see it. I can only imagine the flecks of my cum now decorating each of their faces as they lick it all up.

By the time that mare pulls my – now clean – cock out of her mouth, I already have a good idea of who it is, but her voice confirms it: “Now, what kind of wife would I be if I let my husband walk around with a dirty cock on his birthday?”

I just reach down for her – woefully misguided about where she actually is. But she manages it gracefully and pulls herself up to kiss me. And it's hardly the first time I've kissed my wife right after leaving cum in her mouth, so I don't let the taste bother me.

The twin I'd just been on top of cries out suddenly – she'd been breathing more and more desperately, but I didn't think she would be close again already. But she definitely is! I can hear her squirting all over the other two girls' faces, the slight trickle and splash of it ... and the thought of that does bring a little life back into my cock.

And Cadance notices that little twitch of hardness, of course. “Come over here,” she says to the others, “and help me clean him up.”

Not as if she needs any help. Not as if I'm not already as clean as a blowjob can get me already.

... But the other girls all come rushing over, dropping on their knees in front of me, and before I know it, there are three mouths on my cock, two of them licking every last little bit while the third takes the soft – but still flared – head all the way into her mouth.

Only after they've 'cleaned' every last little bit – in reality, leaving my cock sloppier than ever – does Cadance shoo them off again, “Okay, go on now – I think the blindfold spell will be wearing off soon.”

After that, Cadance takes care of me herself again, licking up everything the other girls have left on my cock as they all hurry out of the room. I'm tempted to wonder why it is I'm not supposed to see these spa ponies after all we've already done, but having the Princess of Love deepthroating your cock has a way of making you forget about everything else.

When the blindfold spell wears off and I can finally open my eyes, the first thing I see is Cadance's eyes looking right back up at mine so adoringly, her mouth still completely full of my cock. It's enough to make me fall in love all over again. I reach down and run a couple fingers through her mane; she slowly and luxuriantly lets my half-hard cock slip out of her mouth and flop down. Then she rises up, sliding her naked body over mine, until she's sitting in my lap. We kiss, and it's not the urgent, needy passion of the kiss with that spa girl I'd been on top of – it's a warm, loving, comfortable kiss ... and through that warmth and tenderness, I can already tell that Cadance doesn't have any lingering reservations whatsoever about what just happened. She's enjoying the hazy afterglow as much as I am. “Happy birthday,” she whispers.

Definitely the best birthday present I've ever had. There are certain matters of ... curiosity, though. When we separate from the kiss, still holding each other, I ask her, “So... who were they?”

She looks at me in that sly way that usually means something like, 'I bet nobody would notice if I started blowing you really quietly right now,' or, 'I'm probably not wearing anything underneath this – want to check and make sure?' But this time it means ... who knows. It's clear, though, that she doesn't intend to tell me anything – if not from that sly grin, then from the 'zipping my lips closed' gesture she makes a moment later, winking at me like it's some kind of naughty secret.

I can't help but think back to just how much those twins sounded like Twilight... But I have to keep reminding myself that Twilight does not have an identical twin sister. No sister at all. So that's impossible. Did Cadance give the spa twins some kind of voice-changing spell, maybe, because she guessed it would turn me on more? That would explain why she wouldn’t want me to see them. It would ruin the illusion.

There's one other little thing that needs some serious attention, though. “Did you get off, Honey? We could—”

“Ssh.” She holds a finger over my lips. “This is your birthday, not mine. But we have the whole day ahead of us. Once you've rested up a little and we get back to the guest suite in Twilight's castle, I'm sure we can come up with something satisfying for both of us to do...” She slides her hips forward, pressing herself against my crotch, rubbing her wet pussy against my sheath.

I hold her close, one hand on her luscious ass and one just under her wings, and kiss her briefly. “Yeah. I'd like that.”

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