Rarity let out a pleased sigh, relaxing in a recliner next to one of the spa’s basins. Her hooves were submerged in a small bowl of hot scented water. Aloe had already freed her mane from a towel, and put every little strand of hair into position. She’d not felt this relaxed in days, it really was the highlight of the week for her. Those hot stone massages were something else.

The seamstress looked at her nails and admired Lotus’ meticulous work. She could almost see her own reflection in them. Some mares thought it was a little tacky, but frankly, Rarity liked how the glossy shine complimented her eyeliner.

Her gaze drifted to the left, to the empty recliner next to her.

Oh well. Fluttershy just didn’t have enough time today. Rarity had been disappointed, but in hindsight...it had been such a nice change of pace. Just herself, no need to chit-chat or talk, just some space and time to lean back and relax while Aloe and Lotus took care of her. It wasn’t like there’d be much to talk about, anyway! The village gossip had been awfully boring lately, and Rarity found it difficult to care about topics such as Bon Bon’s new dress, or whatever Fluttershy’s rabbit had been up to lately.

Rarity looked at the clock, and let out a sigh. Two hours already? Time flew far too quickly when she was here.

A few minutes later Lotus was toweling off her hooves. Rarity stretched, putting her hands above her head to the point that her dangerously rising bathrobe came awfully close to giving curious onlookers a glimpse of her puffy cameltoe. Her body felt warm and fuzzy in all the right places.

She was about to head into the changing room when Aloe approached, and greeted her with a quick bow.

“Miss Rarity? We were wondering if we might interest you in a special, novel service we have to offer. It’s a...special offering, which we’re still experimenting with, and it’s rather different from our usual services.”

The seamstress cocked a brow, and pursed her lips. She tapped her chin. “Oh? And what sort of ‘special service’ might that be...?”

Aloe cleared her throat, and hesitated for a few moments. “Oh, it’s a bit difficult to explain. If it doesn’t sound like something that would appeal to you whatsoever, feel free to say ‘No’, and I will never bring it up again. In a sense, this is a...’service’ for for mares who’re looking for something different, more intense from the ‘normal’ treatments, and–”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Rarity interrupted her, “Aloe, no need to tiptoe around it like that. We know each other. I’ve tried acupuncture before, how much ‘more intense’ and ‘novel’ can it be! You sound like you’re talking about offering me some sort of ‘happy ending’, hah!”

Rarity put a hand to her lips to laugh at her own joke.

“...That is in fact exactly what we are offering, Miss Rarity.” Aloe bowed, doing her best to hide her embarrassment behind a veil of polite formalities. Her cheeks looked even more pink than usual.

The seamstress froze, fingers clawing into her bathrobe. She took a step back as though Aloe had just turned into a writhing mass of spiders. She sputtered: “E-excuse me?”

Aloe winced ever so slightly. “Sorry Miss, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, and–”

Rarity realized something. Of course! Fluttershy wasn’t with her! They’d never offer something like...that as long as she was in company! That’s why she’d never heard of this before! Or well, maybe just since it was new? Aloe had said that they were experimenting with this, after all... Her breathing had grown deep and heavy. Why, the mere suggestion was scandalous! Curiosity got the better of her.

Rarity’s chest heaved once or twice, tail twitching to and fro. “Nonono, don’t worry about that. It takes a lot more than that to throw me off, I’m merely a little surprised, that’s all!”

The spa mare bowed. “We take pride in tending to our client’s needs, Miss Rarity. This is still a trial period for us, and for our newest assistant, but we can assure you that they’re very good, and that we’re hoping to expand these services.” She flushed. “We have been, ah, very thorough in verifying their abilities, and are training them further to meet the high standards of our clients.”

The seamstress coughed awkwardly, and opened her mouth: “Ah, I just don’t know if this is quite for me...” is what she said, but deep, deep down part of her knew damn well that she’d regret walking away from this opportunity. A scandalous little adventure to spice up her life, just like in one of the smutty novellas she hid where Sweetie Belle wouldn’t be able to find them. “Ah, scratch that...I might be interested. I’m just worried about them recognizing me? Ponyville isn’t exactly large.”

“Rarity, we can assure you that this will not be a problem by any means,” Aloe said. “Also, should the experience not meet the high standards which you are used to from us, then we will—of course—offer you a full refund.”

After some more back and forth they’d “convinced” Rarity—Or rather, the seamstress had finally spent enough time quibbling that she did not have to worry about looking too slutty by jumping straight to the occasion.

Rarity struck a pose, hoping to look thoughtful—Two fingers at her chin, the other arm draped across her waist, lifting her vast set of breasts ever so slightly. The hem of her bathrobe fluttered. She’d puckered her lips ever so slightly, and her gaze lingered in the distance. “Why, you are right~! I do deserve to take time for myself. I am sure that this will be a marvelous experience.”

She fluttered her lashes. “Darlings~! I’ll take the ‘happy ending’.”

The sisters bowed politely, thanked her for placing her trust in them, and just two minutes later Rarity was already on her way towards the back room.

Her breath was heavy and deep, wondering just what—or rather ‘who’—was going to wait for her on the other side.

Calm down, Rarity! It’s not a big deal—It’s not like you’re a virgin or anything, so don’t act like one in front of them. Keep that tail raised high, but not too high, and keep swaying your hips, just not too much. You’re a lady. You’re here to have an excellent time, because you deserve it. It’s not like you’re their first client.

She stopped in front of a tall mirror, and gave herself a quick look. Her chest was visibly heaving, so she forced herself to take a few slow, deep breaths.

She thought that she looked just excellent in her pink bathrobe. Traditionally not the most sensual outfit, but with a little bit of imagination this creation of hers could be passed off as lingerie. The fuzzy pink fabric stopped just short of her knees, allowing tantalizing glimpses of her thick, fertile thighs whenever she moved. The low v-cut would’ve looked scandalous in public: She rarely ever dared to show this much cleavage, especially not without any sort of bra to keep her frankly outrageous, dick-teasing breasts in check.

It looked like the soft cloth of her robe was suspended from the cusps of her areolae, as though the material was just barely clinging to it, and one careless movement away from slipping away, fully revealing her bountiful breasts to the world. Emphasis on ‘looked’. The robe had been cut according to her own proportions, and sat much more securely than a curious onlooker would assume. She had (of course) designed the entire outfit for herself, hoping to get a leg up on certain vastly curvier mares by showing off as much as she reasonably could while still staying ‘classy’.

It wasn’t like there were many stallions to compete over around here, no, not at all. This was about looking sexy, for herself, and to instill a hint of amazement or envy in the mares who visited this place.

Rarity puckered her lips, and threw herself a kiss. As vain as it was, those plump, glossy lips did not lie. Neither did those hips, for that matter.

The final steps towards the door were almost nerve-wracking. Exciting. Terrifying. She’d entertained fantasies like these many times in private, but having it happen in real life, just like that, was something entirely different.

Ah, she couldn’t wait to see what absolute hunk of a stallion Aloe and Vera had dragged up! Maybe a buff, sporty pegasus? Or a quiet, tall farm stallion with a deep voice...kind of like Big Macintosh, as long as it’s not the real Big Mac. Now that would be difficult to explain! Not like she’d mind to feel his large, strong hands digging into her body, but she was not going to sacrifice Applejack’s friendship over that.

Rarity reached for the door handle with her magic, head dazzled with images of handsome stallions, most of them lifted from the latest issue of Gentlecolt’s Fashion.

The seamstress stepped across the brink, and found herself in a rectangular room, small enough to be crossed in three or four steps. The spa’s neat radial floortile pattern continued in the back room, and the small window was covered with a dark purple curtain to ensure her privacy, leaving a few flickering candles as the primary source of light. Beneath the window stood a cupboard with an assortment of hygiene articles on top, bulky enough to span from wall to wall.

On Rarity’s left another set of walls extended into the room (presumably to have slightly more space in the actual storage room, which could be accessed from the other side?), giving the entire thing a squished U-shape.

Rarity tilted her head.

This...did not look like what she’d imagined. Now, she’d known that this was a back room, and almost certainly a repurposed storage room, but this thing was small enough that it felt more like a ‘booth’ rather than a ‘pleasure room’. Pftt, there was barely even a place to lie down! Just an expansive mat right in the middle, and a stool in one of the corners.

Rarity put her hands onto her hips, and puffed up her cheeks. This was not what she’d expected. At all. There’d been some sort of mistake, right? ...Right? How was anyone supposed to get into the right mood in here! The mat hardly looked comfortable, she wasn’t sure if the cupboard was even sturdy enough, and the smell of those scented candles was anything but romantic.

It took her a good few seconds to figure out what she was looking at: In fact, it took her precisely as long as it took her to discover the hole that had been cut into the wall, exactly at waist-height, in the very center of the room, right above the mat.

She nearly fainted, fingers clasping over her mouth, just barely managing to suppress a high-pitched squeak.

This room...this booth was a glory hole.

Her heart beat in her chest, this time not out of arousal, but out of pure annoyance. Really? A glory hole? Did they think that she was that cheap? Was this the extra-special secret luxury service Ponyville’s finest spa had to offer? Even so, she was glad she’d not paid for the happy ending yet, and...well, she certainly was not going to pay for the privilege to suck off a stranger. Hah! What a ridiculous thought.

Rarity took a deep, deep breath, slowing herself down, rather than allowing herself to indulge in fantasies of how she’d rain fire and fury over the sisters after this. She counted her slow, deliberate breaths, her chest heaving a full ten times until she’d calmed herself down.

As she opened her eyes, she was staring straight at it. At the hole. She had barely even noticed that she’d sat down, and didn’t know why she hadn’t picked the stool.

The seamstress let out a frustrated sigh. Really? This was supposed to be the ‘happy ending’? The secret special at the end of a long wellness treatment? Fellatio was anything but relaxing. She’d done it before, and well, just about every stallion who’d ever received the honor of Ponyville’s finest lady going down on him had been a rough brute, thrusting into her mouth, while reaching for her horn or her mane(!!!).

One foot to the right of the hole, a bell dangled motionlessly. Rarity stared at it, as though it was somehow responsible for her annoyance.

Rarity’s glare drilled into its polished bronze surface. As she huffed, her own reflection huffed right back at her.

“Pft. Why are you looking at me like that?” Rarity addressed her reflection, “We are going to be out of here any minute now, then we’ll walk to the counter, tell them that it’s not for us, and then we will never talk about it to anyone ever again.”

The bell did not respond.

Rarity puffed up her cheeks. Her gaze fell onto the bell again. She glanced left, then right, reached for the cord, and rang the bell.

Well.

She’d already decided that this wasn’t for her, and that she was not going to pay for this outrageous disappointment of a ‘special service’.

But as long as she was still here, she might as well humor the idea. She always had the option to just walk out. It’s not like she had to suck whichever fat, meaty horsecock was about to be shoved through the hole in the wall, after all! It’s not like she was into this. The thought was strangely freeing. No, she was a lady. Prim and proper. Not some sort of degenerate slut who threw herself at dick in the local gloryhole, no, not at all. She was just having a little fun before she left.

Besides, there were no social strings attached to this! Whoever was on the other side didn’t even know who she was! No awkward conversations, no ‘waking up next morning, taking a look at the person sleeping next to you, and regretting everything’, no nervously fumbling stallions, just a thick stallionhood for her to play around with.

And then—suddenly—there was a fat, flaccid horsecock hanging right in front of Rarity’s muzzle. Oh. She scrunched her muzzle as the potent scent of cock washed over her, her eyes tracing along the thick veins. Goodness, that flare was thick. It looked like a sledgehammer, brown with a few dark yellow-ish specks at the base, and meaty. Certainly on the bigger side, too.

Rarity reached out, and wrapped a hand around its girth. Or tried to, anyway. The thing was thick enough her thumb was unable to reach all the way around to her middle finger. The cock twitched in her hand as Rarity gave it a gentle, tentative stroke. The surface was rubbery and meaty, as expected, and frankly, she really needed some...

Oh, there it was.

The seamstress fingered for the bottle of lube on the table, and gave it a squeeze to splurt a dollop of slippery lube onto the shaft’s base, and used her other hand to stroke, and spread it across the veiny, slowly hardening surface. It twitched in eager anticipation.

Spit had gathered in Rarity’s mouth, somehow. She swallowed, while the heady, virile scent of cock washed over her.

She glanced at the door, hesitating for a few seconds with bated breath, as though there was any risk of Aloe or Lotus waltzing in.

Rarity fumbled with the knot of her bathrobe cord—her other hand still wrapped around the cock—and unfastened it, allowing her massive breasts to spill free. Each one was fat enough to fill, overflow, and dominate a single stallion’s hand with ease. Frankly, she was not quite as stacked as Pinkie Pie or Fluttershy, but her hourglass-shape and slim waist still made for a near-pornographic look, especially after she’d spent two hours letting the spa sisters pretty her up. Sometimes all a mare needed was a little bit of make-up added in all the right places.

Her tits sat proudly on her chest, and bounced as she pushed herself up into a low squatting position. She took a deep breath, feeling her breasts heave and wobble ever so slightly as she positioned herself, fat dick swaying in front of her, slick with lube. She stared at it, hesitated for a second, and then grasped it, this time using both of her hands. It was so hot. Physically, she meant. It was warm to the touch. She could feel it pulsate in her hands, thickening as she stroked it with slow, steady movements.

Sweet Celestia, this felt obscene. She was jerking off some stranger, some stallion’s dick in a booth inside of the local spa like a Manehattan backalley whore.

Just a few moments later, his cock was thickening and hardening. Rarity’s mouth felt dry. She’d barely even noticed how much she’d gotten into this. Her movements were slow, steady, rhythmical, and a steady rill of precum was dribbling from his flare across her fingers.

She slowed down, and took a deep breath. The scent was warm. Potent. Not nearly as sweaty and pungent as she’d expected.

Still, Rarity was hesitating. Should she really continue with this?

Having released his cock, she saw it twitch in front of her, waiting for her to continue. She licked her lips. Her body felt warm. Hot, even. Tingly and weak. Like she shouldn’t be here. Like one of her friends might burst in and see her like this, even though she well knew that clearly none of her friends were even in the same building as her. But still, the feeling, that softly pulsing sensation of heat and indecency persisted, and pushed her forwards.

Yes, yes she should. This was going to be her little secret. She’d get to pretend to be one of these...rich, beautiful Canterlot mares who were down on their luck and forced to make ends meet in a local glory hole. Just like in one of those steamy stories she liked to read. Just this once, just a dirty little fantasy she indulged in.

She posed, as if for an invisible camera, and raised her fingers above her head. A dollop of slimy precum was dangling between two fingers. She opened her mouth, and let it splat onto her tongue. Goodness, you’re so dirty, Rarity~!

Rarity’s gaze returned to the half-hard beast of a stallionhood, still dangling from the hole in the wall.

Nnnff. She bit her lip.

Time to wrap her lips around that fat, meaty flare. Just a little blowjob. It was going to be her little secret.

It’s not like she was going to get too carried away here, right?

The mare propped herself up, wrapped her dainty fingers around her anonymous benefactor’s cock, and placed a kiss onto his flare. Some of her lipstick clung to the surface. Another smeared kiss, lower down the shaft. Then a third one. This time the lipstick-mark was near-perfect, to Rarity’s satisfaction.

Rarity licked her lips, and finally took his cockhead inside of her mouth, feeling the potent, musky flavor wash over her tongue. She shuddered.

Yes, she was not going to get too carried away, that much was certain...

Author's Note

Second part will be uploaded after a bit more editing, probably tomorrow. Stay tuned! Feel free to leave a comment, I like them a lot.