Steamy Stress Relief

The opulent waiting room sat still and quiet, the late afternoon sun streaming through its tall, broad windows and onto the fine furniture and decorations it boasted. Barring an out-of-place basket of towels sitting near a potted plant, the room appeared as picturesque as it ever had, right up to the large stone double-doors in one wall that were embedded with dazzling gemstones of every color imaginable.

That scene of serenity was momentarily interrupted by a soft click as the handle of one of those stone doors was slowly turned, before the door itself was pulled inward, opening just a crack. Through this tiny gap peeked two eyes, one pink and one green, which quickly pored over the room beyond the door.

“Are your guards out there?” whispered a voice.

“No,” replied another voice. “It’s empty.”

The door slowly opened all the way, and through it walked a pair of women, one after the other. The tall, elegant form of Princess Celestia passed gracefully over the threshold, her voluptuous curves concealed beneath her usual flowing white gown, and her golden crown setting prettily atop her perfectly styled hair. Following close behind her was a comparatively puny woman named Chrys, whose much more modest body was clad in the pristine white of a spa worker. Chrys quietly pulled the door closed again behind her, and the two stood before it, not meeting each other’s gazes. The two awkwardly fidgeted in place, shuffling their feet, making tiny adjustments to their clothing, and stroking their hair.

“Oh!” said Chrys, noticing a long, silky strand of dull blue hair clinging to the Celestia’s white gown. “You have a…” She pointed to the spot in question.

Celestia followed her finger with her eyes, quickly locating the hair. “Oh!” she said, blushing slightly. “S-So I do.”

Celestia quickly plucked their hair from where it lay on her gown, holding it before her face. Her long, white horn glowed golden yellow for a moment, and the hair crumbled to dust in her fingers, leaving no evidence behind.

“Erm...thank you,” said Celestia as she lowered her hand again.

“Don’t mention it,” Chrys said quietly.

An awkward moment of silence passed before either spoke again.

“So…” said Celestia.

“So…?” said Chrys, giving her a sidelong glance.

“We are still...enemies...correct?” said Celestia.

“O-Of course!” said Chrys, blushing and looking away. “Of course we are!”

“Of course,” said Celestia, looking away as well.

Another moment passed.

“Just…” Chrys began.

Celestia looked back at her.

“Enemies...with benefits?” Chrys concluded, looking back at Celestia.

“I...I suppose,” said Celestia, looking away again.

Celestia took a moment to thank her lucky stars that she and her usual bedmate had such an...open relationship; otherwise, she would have had a very awkward conversation awaiting her in her near future.

“I’ll, um...I’ll leave first,” said Celestia. “The guards will be gone soon and...you can leave then.”

“Right,” said Chrys. “Thanks.”

Celestia suddenly gave Chrys a serious look. “You are going to give back that key,” she said, “aren’t you?”

Chrys sighed like a moody teenage girl. “Come on,” she said. “I won’t sneak in that often.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, fine,” said Chrys. “I’ll put it back.”

“Good,” said Celestia.

Another silent moment passed.

“Well, I...I suppose this is...farewell,” said Celestia.

“Er...yes,” said Chrys. “F-Farewell.”

Celestia stood still for a moment longer before her long, shapely legs finally began to move, slowly carrying her across the room and away from Chrys. Chrys watched as she walked for a few seconds, then suddenly came to a stop. Celestia tentatively turned, looking back over her shoulder at Chrys.

“So...same time next week?” said Celestia, a sly smile on her lips.

“Same time next week,” said Chrys, a smug expression on her face, “you fat sow.”

Celestia chuckled softly. “Don’t be late,” she said, facing forward again, “you little insect.”

Celestia resumed her walk towards the stairwell, her wide, feminine hips moving with a subtle, but noticeable sway to them, making her plump posterior jiggle enticingly.

Chrys chuckled at the bittersweet sight of that big, juicy rear walking away from her.

Fuck. I love the sauna.