The Adventures of Nora the Human Prostitute

Nora relaxed with her hands behind her head on the hillside, savoring the afternoon sun. A gentle breeze billowed in over the valleys, swaying the grass to and fro around her. The grass underneath her own reclined body tickled the back of her neck, caressing her, as though the earth itself was acknowledging her presence. It was one of those picture perfect days, the kind not so uncommon in Equestria. The weather here was certainly more consistent than back home.

She had not a care in the world, such was her disposition. After going through something of an ordeal with her impromptu gem hunting excursion and everything that came after, she was content to just relax and whittle the day away. Such was the one perk of working nights, she mused - all this time to herself. She had ditched the comforts of her own bed, to her own surprise, for this outdoor lounging. As welcome as her soft sheets had been this morning, it was too hot to spend all day cooped up inside.

Normally she'd make the most of a day like this by heading into the town market, chatting it up with some of the sales mares, maybe picking up a trinket or two - then maybe she'd bother one of her friends. Help AJ out with the farm, or let Twi talk at her for an hour or so...

But today, her bones were heavy, and her muscles ached. Today, her mental state was simply not in the mood for ponies, and especially not for work. Heck, she wasn't even remotely horny. She had started to wonder, half-jokingly, if she had been cured of her want, such was the extent of her commitment to bolstering cross-species relations lately. She was sure that the feeling would go away in a day or two.

Her sores and scrapes from her fall in the cave pained her a little, but it was no biggie - she just needed time to relax, and she was making good headway on that already.

Nora watched the weather ponies darting about in the sky from one cloud to the next, their routine flight patterns soon becoming familiar to her from her observational post. They were the only life she could see, save for the birds, the view of Ponyville below requiring a slight downward tilt of the head to enjoy - far too much effort to expend on a day like today.

Nora ran no internal monologue right now, thinking about nothing in particular, however this blissful semi-aware state was soon disturbed by thought - one thought in particular...

Is that one... getting closer?

Sure enough, there was but one weather pony that had not been following the tight formations of the team, instead spiralling out in loops and flipping about all over like a mad thing. Nora squinted. This was no weather pony, it was a Wonderbolt. The rainbow trail which soon became visible to her as the blue dot expanded confirmed her theory in short order.

The rainbow menace seemed to have noticed her, zooming to her approximate location in a shape that stood as an insult to straight lines everywhere. When she was close enough that Nora could discern the specifics of her facial features, she called out.

"Hey, Nora! What did you think of those slick moves?"

Rainbow Dash struck a dynamic pose with her hooves, showing off to the crowd of one. This mare...

"Very good," she called back, loud enough to hear but quiet enough as to not expend any unnecessary effort with her vocal cords. "I'd clap, if I had the energy."

Dash scooted a little closer in the air to converse with her better. "Bet you ain't seen skills like that before?"

"I have, actually."

"What?"

The pegasus' face was aghast, a pair of hooves clasping her open cheeks as she gaped in shock, before her competitive spirit quickly caught up with her.

"Where? From who? Just lemme at 'em in a fly-off, I bet I'd make them like a chump."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Dash," Nora called back with a slight smile. Even as lazy as she was feeling, she had the energy to dole out some gentle teasing.

"Huh?" she responded, confused.

"It's you. I've seen skills like that from you before, silly."

The pony coughed into her hoof as her wings fluttered.

"I, uh, knew that," she lied. "So what are you doing?"

Dash zoomed down so that she was hovering about six feet above the sleepy human, staring her in the face, her magenta eyes widening in curiosity, as was usual for these cute little equines.

"Nothing," she replied plainly.

The pegasus hovered in place for a while, looking quizzical, before shrugging, as though indicating she accepted this response.

"Cool," she said. "Mind if I help?"

"Be my guest."

Dash landed, before quickly rolling onto her back next to the human, splaying out at a different angle on the hill. Their heads were almost touching, while their hooves and feet were veering off into opposite directions.

"It's cool that you've been showing your face more again," she said, light on tact. "Y'know, I was worried, before, that you and Twi weren't cool anymore, or something..."

Nora reached up, moving her arms for the first time in about 40 minutes, in order to give her nose a playful scrunch. She didn't have eyes on the pony, so she may have bopped her a little in so doing.

"Aww, you were worried about me, Dash?" she teased.

"Uh, not 'worried', exactly," her partner in idleness quickly assured, "Just, you know... you two seemed..."

She trailed off, and Nora started to worry that she had made her feel more awkward than intended with her joke, but Dash swooped in and saved the day with an abrupt topic change.

"Rarity said you went gem hunting with her yesterday. Glad you're keeping busy, and all that."

You don't know the half of it.

"Since you're a human, you could easily miss out on a lot of these pony things. But I guess we got you covered, since we're such an awesome group of pals, and all..."

Heh, typical Dash. Somehow it all came back to being awesome.

"Hey, now that I mention it, you've never been to a Wonderbolts show! You should totally come next time!"

"Uh, easier said than done, Dash," Nora replied, bemused. "No wings..."

She mimed flapping her hands in a lame display, as though mocking the very idea, though her gesture probably went unnoticed from this position.

"Nah, we can just have Twilight cast a cloudwalking spell on you. It's easy, really!"

Huh. Now that was unexpected. Nora wasn't aware of the existence of such spells. That did sound fun to try, for the experience of walking on air as much as, if not more so, than the idea of seeing the Wonderbolts perform. Both, however, were tantalizing prospects.

"Neat," she said, genuinely impressed. "Didn't know that was a thing."

"Yup! Totally easy-peasy! Now you've got no excuses, it's settled! You're gonna see how amazing yours truly is!"

The human chuckled.

"Don't you show me that every time I see you?"

"Well, it's different in the Wonderbolts," she said.

Nora could believe it. Surely it was like the contrast between watching an athlete do warm-up exercises, and watching them performing in a professional event. More focused, higher stakes, the energy of the crowd - a totally different vibe.

"Okay, then," she said. "We'll do that some time."

Minutes passed in silence, the duo enjoying Celestia's warm rays in utter tranquility. Until...

"Hey, Nora."

"Yeah, Dash?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but... you kind of smell like wet dog."

How exactly, she wasn't sure. She had spent longer in her shower this morning than ever before - even longer than during her 'special time' with that one hung stallion a few weeks ago... man, shower sex was awesome...

Nora's mind began to drift, the memories flooding back, before she snapped out of it.

"I was, uh, at Fluttershy's earlier."

Technically, it wasn't a lie.

"Ah," she said. "I get that."

Her tone carried a slight undercurrent of annoyance, as though she herself had dealt with the same problem before and wasn't too thrilled by it.

Still, Nora brought a forearm to her face, taking a slight sniff. She felt she smelled fine. Did equines have her beat on smell? Probably. Ah well, she had them beat of touch by a factor of ten, so things more or less evened out in the end. Go, team opposable thumbs!

"Welp," came a sudden declaration from her conversational partner, who jumped into the air with a gust, startling the woman. "That's all for now."

Nora sat up, her spine creaking, stiff at the lack of recent movement. "Already?" she pleaded. "But who'll I do nothing with now?"

A shrug answered her question, before she elaborated. "Sorry, I got work to do. Not only do I have these flight routines to get down, but the friendship school's re-opening soon, and Twi gave us all these boring study guides to memorize. I've gotta save time to skim the footnotes so I can pretend I read it."

Her plan was almost comical, but she delivered it with the utmost seriousness. This pony really put hard work into slacking off, huh?

"See ya!"

Without leaving her the chance for a proper goodbye, Rainbow Dash soared off, leaving Nora alone. As slight as her brief social interaction had been, it had energized her; left her craving more than just laying outside all day, despite her initial plans. Nora resolved that she would wander into town after all, and see what the day had in store for her.

...Just another five minutes, first.

The market bustled with activity, a veritable hive of cute quadrupeds. It was a classic Ponyville day. Nora sidled along, looking at the varied stalls with half interest. She had thought about bothering one of her other friends, but the candidates were slim pickings. She knew Twilight and Rainbow were busy, AJ and the pink one would probably be working, she'd already picked on Rarity a lot lately, and she'd had enough of animals for one week, so that ruled out Fluttershy.

With a sigh, she resigned herself to solitude. The tables sure had turned on her, huh? So much for her being the unavailable one in the group. It's not that Nora couldn't enjoy spending time by herself, but she didn't really have any goal in mind...

Well...

She eyed the building at the end of the street for what may have been the tenth time since she entered the town square, before her head swiveled away.

No, no, they wouldn't cater to you...

She clung on to her own wrist, embarrassed. Dash's parting comment on her scent still played on her mind a bit. Sure, Nora couldn't notice a thing, but there were a lot of ponies here. She wanted to freshen up a bit. And a touch of pampering did seem like it would be nice...

"Heya, Nora!"

The increasingly familiar voice broke her out of her stupor. As she moved her chin upwards, she caught sight of the pony it belonged to - mint green, musical cutie mark, eyes wide as saucers at the sight of the human - there was no mistaking this one...

"'Sup, Lyra?" she asked, casually. She quickly decided to ask a follow-up question, lest the unicorn interject with an invasive one of her own. "You off work?"

"Yep!" she said with undue pride, as though it were some kind of accomplishment. The mare almost seemed to puff out her chest a little, like Dash does when showboating. "Free as a bird, hehehe."

Her erratic laugh, a blatant attempt to play it cool, was kind of cute.

"Are, uh, you off work?" she asked flirtatiously. Nora nearly choked, caught off guard. She was used to the pony being direct, but she seemed kind of shy about that side of their relationship. Upon seeing what must have been one flabbergasted human face, she dialled it back. "I mean, uh, y'know, enjoying the market? He, hehe..."

Nora looked around, partially to avert eye contact after the awkward moment, and partially because she earnestly felt the need to assess her position before she could deliver an honest answer to the question.

"I guess?" she said, her questioning tone betraying her true feelings.

She hadn't bought a thing, and was really just killing time. She would have been on the verge of retreating to the comfort of her lush hill, except...

Again, two eyes drifted to a building behind her for all of a second.

"Are you looking at the spa?"

Nora's heart skipped a beat. This perceptive little pony had caught her, just like that.

"I, uh, I, well..."

She was floundering. Lyra didn't seem to notice her unease at the question, or perhaps she simply pushed through it anyway.

"Oh, do you want to go get a treatment?"

"Well, it's just, how do I put this..." she searched for the words. "They wouldn't - I mean, I assume they wouldn't serve someone who's not, well, a pony. Or at least someone not four-legged and furry."

Lyra tilted her head in confusion, a habit that was becoming familiar. "Why not?"

"Well, nopony in town has ever seen anything like me before. And my anatomy's totally different. What if they don't have anything that's good for my skin? And hoof treatments sure are different to what I've got down there," she said, pointing to her feet. "And ponies are strong - what if they hit a pressure point during a massage and make me cramp up? Or what if they just don't want to open their doors to someone they consider a freak?"

There it was, insecurities laid bare. It was uncharacteristic of Nora to get so worked up about something like this, and she wasn't sure why it was eating her, but she just couldn't get passed the imagined scenario of her walking through the spa's front doors, and them being totally dumbstruck by her human proportions and not knowing what to do with her.

She was pretty accepted in Ponyville, and had no particular reason to doubt that the staff of the spa would adopt the same welcoming attitude she had known most everywhere else, but she didn't know them, and it felt like a slightly vulnerable position to put yourself in. Perhaps it was strange that this was something of a mental barrier for her where a roll in the hay was not, but there it was.

Lyra's head re-oriented itself. "Naw, no way! You don't have to worry about something like that! Of course they'll see you. Business is business, right?"

"But they won't have any human-ready treatments! I just don't want to burden them..."

"Don't be silly," Lyra insisted. "C'mon, where's that confident go-getter?"

"At home, in bed," she replied sarcastically.

"What if I book it for you? We could go in together..."

Nora paused, considering the offer. She had been wary about spending too much time with Lyra ever since her clinginess started to manifest, but then again, she did feel kind of guilty for avoiding her yesterday - perhaps it was just the insanity of how her day had played out that was driving that, but still, she kind of wondered if it was karma.

Eventually, she relented.

"If you're sure..."

Lyra reared up on her hind legs and gave a little gallop, whinnying in delight. Nora took a step back, stunned. It always took her off guard when ponies put on more bestial displays like that - it did happen, but it was pretty rare, usually when they were excited, scared, or... well, let's just say she had seen it on a few occasions in her time here.

"Yay!" squealed Lyra girlishly. She galloped past Nora headlong into the spa. Nora waited for a few moments, before cautiously making a move towards the building's entrance, stopping a little way's outside. She turned her back to the building. As silly as it was, she kind of wanted plausible deniability on her association with this plan in the event that Lyra was told to take a hike.

After what felt like a small eternity but was probably no time at all, her pony companion trotted out of the establishment wearing a smile.

"So?" asked Nora. "H-how did it go?"

"Aloe and Lotus will see us now."

"What are we getting?"

"Everything!" she beamed. "With all the trimmings!"

Nora reclined on a comfortable lounger, soaking in the sensations. A mask of mysterious beautifying chemicals clung to her face, filling her pores with needed nutrients and other goodies, no doubt. So far she hadn't been able to procure skincare products like she would have back home - different species, and all - so this blend on her face was a welcome change of pace. Lotus had very kindly assured her it would be safe for her.

To her left, a pony diligently worked away at her fingernails, her outstretched hand lazily dangling over the side of her lounger. To Nora's amazement, they did have a file that was well suited to her needs. She had assumed they would only have pony-sized ones, and given how, for lack of a better word, chunky hooves could be, that hadn't boded well in her mind. But again, her worst fears were allayed, making her wonder what she had been so worried about to begin with.

"Oh, it's so nice getting to work on somepony so unique," said Aloe as she rubbed down her nails. Nora would have assumed sarcasm if not for how pleasant and accommodating the pair of spa ponies had been to her so far. "These stubs on the end of your hooves - fingers, you said? Their cartilage ends in such fine, delicate points! It's precision on a whole new level!"

Lyra, seated to her right and sporting a matching mask of her own, murmured sagely in agreement. "Yeah," she said, wistfully, "Hands sure are great..."

Nora rolled her eyes. The mare did seem particularly fixated on her anatomy. But Nora owed her for organizing this. She wouldn't have had the nerve to herself, but having soaked in the delights of the spa, she realized just how badly she needed it.

After some minutes eroded in silence, a voice in the vicinity piped up.

"Done!"

Nora felt the file move away from her fingers, and the hoof holding her wrist retracted its grip. She opened her eyes and brought her hand to her face, splaying out her fingers wide, admiring Aloe's hard work.

"You did such a good job..." she said, almost in disbelief.

"We're professionals, after all."

Of course. Well, that was that, then.

"Now, it's time for your deep tissue massage," said Lotus, trotting around from the back of Lyra's lounger. Nora sat up, paying attention. Lyra herself was laying on her front, her face propped up against the head rest in what looked like it should have been an uncomfortable position, but her expression screamed contentedness. She, too, pricked up at the spa pony's words.

"Ladies," gestured Aloe, waving a hoof to see them up. Nora stood, though it took some willpower to do so - she could have managed another 5 minutes laid there in bliss.

As the duo plucked themselves up from their relaxed postures and strolled into another room of the facility, Nora met Lyra's eye as the unicorn shot her a patented side-long glance. She did that a lot, almost like she had to make sure the human was still there periodically.

"Hey," she said to the mint mare, grabbing her attention. "Thanks for talking me into this. Really."

Lyra beamed.

As the pair reached the massage area, a series of specialist tables greeted them, each uniform in appearance. Lyra hopped on one immediately with a familiarity that showed she had done this before. Nora, however, stood still, realizing something. As if on cue, Lotus piped up.

"We'll need you to remove your clothes, dear."

Nora hesitated for a second, but swallowed the feeling of awkwardness. These were professionals, and Lyra had already seen her naked once. Besides, she wouldn't get too much of an eyeful when they were both on their tables. And so she started shedding apparel, placing it neatly in the corner of the room.

"We don't usually receive such well-dressed clients," said Aloe, questioningly.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," replied Nora without elaborating. Her non-nudist lifestyle was usually one of the first five aspects of her being that was questioned whenever a pony she hadn't directly interacted with before spoke to her for the first time, along with her height, her 'mane', and her weird hoof-things. She didn't feel like getting into the details of human societal expectations again right now.

Nora did catch Lyra looking her way as she strutted up to her massage table bearing all, but the mare's pupils darted away when Nora made eye contact. To be fair, Nora noted, the spa ponies were looking, too, though their gaze seemed more one of genuine curiosity than... whatever Lyra was thinking.

As she got to her table, she took note of another problem.

"Ah..." she said lamely, having stopped half way to putting one leg up. She was too tall. These things were clearly designed for ponies or, failing that, pony analogues.

"Oh, my apologies, miss," said Lotus, eyes darting around as she mused about how to proceed. In an instant, a light bulb appeared above her head and she sparked with inspiration, raising a hoof triumphantly. "Got it!" she declared, more to herself than anyone in the room.

She took off with a gallop that was stymied after all of two seconds, the cyan earth pony only making it about 10 feet before stopping at her destination. She then proceeded to drag another one of the massage tables towards Nora.

"Uh, would you like help with that?" she asked, concerned. It looked like a hefty job with hooves.

"Not at all!" cried Lotus. "A customer never lifts a hoof under our roof!"

The diligent worker did get the second table to its destination in short order, though looked to have exerted herself in doing so. Nora felt bad. As the two tables were haphazardly slotted together, one in front of the other, she blushed, prior insecurities about her physical differences creeping back into the forefront of her psyche. This was embarrassing.

As Lotus finished up with a flourish, she bowed. "Please, miss."

Nora complied, being careful not to dislodge the tables as she mounted them. As she laid face-down across the surface, she found ample room for her head in the designated hole, at least. Ponies were kind of big-headed, which was playing to her advantage right now. If her head hadn't have fitted after the table incident, she'd have about died from shame.

"Please, settle in, and relax," cooed a spa worker's voice from... somewhere. The acoustics were weird when you had your head in a hole, it turns out. Nora stared at the tiled floor and waited.

The first contact she felt came from a liquid - some sort of soothing balm, no doubt. She felt a blunt hoof spreading it over her rear, coating her back, butt and legs. Even as the viscous substance hit her bare skin, it tingled. Nora inhaled, steadying herself for the upcoming massage. She hoped ponies would be able to deliver on this front - hooves were not exactly instruments of precision, and the twins had no magic to rely on. Still, she considered, they had surprised her at every turn thus far - she had faith that this would be pleasant.

Nora felt a pair of hooves on her shoulders, rubbing them and working the oil into her skin. She immediately sighed in relief, pressure she was unconscious of dissipating in real time. Okay, yeah, she was right not to be worried.

When her masseuse finished with her shoulders, she worked her way down to her lower back, firm presses stretching her out in all the right places. It was here that Nora started to feel a little... strange.

She wasn't sure if her head was playing tricks on her, but her breath felt a little short. Was it just a side-effect of laying down too quickly, perhaps? She also felt hot, and rather... what was the opposite of numb? She was hyper-aware of every touch, every sensation in the room.

"Say," she asked, licking her lips, her throat dry. "What's in that oil you used?"

"Just a blend of natural plants. It's designed to bring out tension and make the massage more pleasurable."

"And how does it do that, exactly?"

"Oh, the usual. It relaxes your muscles, makes them slightly more sensitive - stuff to underscore the release of pressure."

As the pony tending her - Lotus, she presumed, though she could not tell their voices apart - pressed down again on her back, Nora's whole body cried out in delight.

Slightly?

"And you use this on ponies all the time, yeah?"

"Of course, miss," she replied, sensing some concern from the specificity of the human's questioning, "Is something the matter?"

"No," she lied through clenched teeth, "Just... curious."

Nora's legs started trembling slightly. They may have been massaging her back, but every touch felt like an embrace over her whole body. She was too lucid - the slightest brushing against her skin sent shivers around her whole being and into her very soul. This couldn't be normal, right?

"Lyra," she called out. "How are you feeling?"

She tried to sound casual.

"Mmmm," sighed Lyra. "Great. This always relaxes me. I need to come here more often when I have the bits."

She sounded normal enough. Normal being a relative concept for Lyra of all ponies. Nora pondered.

Ponies had thick hides and fur. Perhaps this oil didn't really permeate them the same way? Like how an electric fence would tickle a cow but knock a human on its ass. She was sure she had heard that before.

As deft hooves smoothed over her body, Nora quivered. This was starting to make her feel... a certain way. She couldn't help it. As her body was peppered with tantalizing presses, each touch just made her yearn for more contact. It was a vicious cycle.

Nora sighed, perhaps a little too uncouthly. She bit her lip, suppressing further noises.

This was typical.

She had just wanted an earnest day off. No sexual thoughts, no clients, no desires... and now here she was, on the verge of getting off to a routine body massage. How did life always land her in these situations?

The pair of hooves that unknowingly teased her soon wandered south, to her posterior. As they rubbed her glutes, Nora clamped her legs together, worried that she may start expressing signs of her... appreciation.

"How is it, Nora?" asked Lyra.

"Uhh," was all she managed. Her trembling had increased, and she felt certain that the spa pony must have noticed by now, but their professionalism seemingly kept them from speaking up. She just hoped they didn't know the real reason she was acting strangely. They couldn't, right?

"Is it your first time?" her friend continued, trying to coax some conversation out of her.

Choice of phrase definitely not helping, there.

Nora convulsed slightly under another touch.

"Y... Yeah..."

Lotus kept paying attention to her glutes - why, oh why? Hooves rhythmically pressed down on her butt cheeks one after another, playing patty-cake with her ass.

"Such tender skin, miss. And your musculature - so familiar, yet so delicate. I'm in love!"

Nora's pussy started to quake a little, her toes curling.

"Oh, are you... shivering?"

Nora's hidden face turned beet red. Perhaps it was the blood rushing to her head that gave her her clever lie. She may have been laid on her front, but she was thinking on her feet.

"I'm just," she began, under slightly labored breaths, "A little cold. Used to wearing clothes, you know?"

"Ah, but of course!" Lotus cheered, seemingly not just content, but elated with this explanation. The spa twins really seemed to savor in soaking in her culture. She had enjoyed it before, but right now it felt a little out of place. "I'm afraid we don't really have much in the way of heating, at least not in here. Er-"

Finally the pony's hooves drifted down to her legs, but this did little to alleviate the growing pleasure brewing in her core. Why now, just why? Nora had kept her legs clamped shut to conceal her shame, but as one of her thighs jiggled slightly from the massage, it would rub against the other in a delightful way.

She was on the brink from all this touching against her bare skin. She needed an out, and this was as good as it was going to get, lest she humiliate herself right here and never live it down. Of all the ways her being a slut could get out, she never expected it to be from spa-induced climax.

"That's okay!" she blurted out, placing her hands on the sides of the tables, palms straddling the seam from where they were slotted together, making to get up. "I, I'll... I think I just wanna take a dip in the heated pool, warm up, 'kay?"

Nora didn't wait for a response, sitting up, resting her ass on her heels as Lotus - she was right, it was her - recoiled at the movement.

"Oh, but miss, your massage..." said the cyan mare somewhat forlornly.

"It's okay, really! You did a great job, real great!" she said, scooting off the table, facing away from her in case her pussy was puffy and swollen. "I just, uh, y'know..." she trailed off, coming up with nothing. Cutting her losses, she shrugged and shuffled out at a quick pace, barely glancing back.

"I'll come too!" she heard a concerned voice call out behind her, before four scampering hooves clopped against the tiled floor after her rapidly.

The pool was shallow, designed for a four-legger to stand comfortably in. The water stopped at her upper thighs, just short of her nether regions. The contrast of the warmth of the water on her legs and the comparatively cool air on her chest and intimate zone was abrasive, stroking the yearning feeling in her bones. She plunged herself deeper, opting to sit, there being no point in standing like this. She stretched her legs forward as her back nestled in against the side of the pool. Perhaps this quick soak would help.

Lyra quickly got in opposite her, wearing a face of concern.

"You okay? What happened?" she asked.

"Yeah, and nothing," Nora lied. "Just... cold. Like I said."

Lyra cocked her head cutely. "I didn't know you humans were so sensitive to the cold."

Nora's hardened nipples spoke for her in that respect, egged on by the disparity they felt from the warmth her lower body was subjected to. The balm must have been playing havoc with her sense of temperature, too, even if that wasn't the real reason she fled the scene just now.

Speaking of her chest, Lyra was staring again.

"Eyes up here," she said, matter of factly. The unicorn complied, but didn't look embarrassed to have been caught gawking.

"If your clothes are for warmth, I get it, but why don't you like being naked around ponies? We're naked all the time."

Nora sighed. Again, a bit of a tedious conversation for her, especially with her present... distractions. The fire in her nethers had not yet subsided. She was hoping the pool would wash off the salve, but it seemed to have completely soaked into her skin already, which had worrying implications.

"I... it's different for us," she said, pausing before elaborating, feeling she should add more. After all, she was seeing Lyra enough lately that she may as well try and get any such sticking points out of the way. "Ponies have fur, and tails. Y'know, modesty. I can hardly hide these without clothes," she said, bouncing her breasts under her hands to underline her point before wishing she hadn't. Her own touch had sent another shiver up her spine.

Nora rubbed her legs together slightly, stimulating her groin. Maybe she could take care of herself... stealthily. Another devious thought entered her head.

"In fact, it's a little rude to stare, would you mind turning around?" she requested, cocking her own head for once, perhaps at the ridiculousness of the request. "Just for a few minutes. To help me feel... comfortable."

Lyra seemed surprised, but relented, her snout twisted up in confusion. "Well, okay, Nora..."

As the unicorn turned in the pool, her back to the woman as she sat on her haunches with her head poking above the water, Nora brought a hand down to her groin at once and began fingering herself shamelessly.

"I'm just glad you're okay. Y'know, I've had a really fun time today..."

"Uh-huh," Nora replied absentmindedly, tweaking her clit with her thumb. So close. The heightened sense of touch was maximising how enjoyable this was, and that was in spite of her dread and fear at masturbating in a semi-public place, right behind her green unicorn fangirl. The oddity of that sentence didn't have time to strike her horny mind, however.

"I know I come on a little strong sometimes... Bon Bon tells me that all the time. But I feel like, and tell me if I'm wrong... you enjoyed today, too?"

"Yeah," Nora said, voice breathy. "That's right."

As she batted at her crotch, her pelvis tensed up. Her vision swirled. She could feel the sensitivity under every fold of skin, the oil working its magic. Perhaps in a literal sense, for all she knew.

Lyra's ears picked up at Nora's reply, her chin elevating slightly, seeming content but nervous. Details the frantic form behind her failed to pick up on.

"Really?" she said, turning her face back slightly.

Nora, seeing this more decisive maneuver, clamped her legs shut again tightly, splashing water around slightly, yoinking away her hand. Luckily, she didn't seem to have been caught.

"Ah, uh..." she said, realizing that she had been half listening. Pressing her mental rewind button, she caught up on the conversation she had been having. "Oh, yeah, totally fun," she concurred with seemingly faux sincerity. To be fair, it had been true, but she was certainly not enjoying this. Lyra turned around fully, a big grin on her face.

Having been denied right on a cusp of climax again, Nora's pussy quaked, yearning for a simple touch, something to send her over the edge. She sank deeper into the pool, shoulders rubbing against the side as her feet touched the other end, a bitter sigh escaping her.

It was no good, she'd die if she had to hold out any longer. She'd have to pack up and leave.

"I really should get going, though," she said, looking at her wrist, before mentally facepalming because she was naked.

"Oh, but we still have a sauna booked," said Lyra excitedly. "You've just got to relax in the sauna after a dip in the pool. And since you barely got to enjoy your massage, I simply can't let you miss this, too!"

Nora grimaced a little.

"Really, it's okay. I'm actually kinda tired."

"It's the middle of the day," Lyra replied with some uncharacteristic cynicism.

"I had a really rough day yesterday."

No word of a lie, there. Maybe if all the stallions in Ponyville got raptured one day she'd go back to the gem caves for round two, though.

Lyra looked crestfallen.

"It's me, isn't it? It's something I've done. Whatever it was I'm sorry, and..."

She actually looked on the verge of tears.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

"No, no!" Nora reassured, "It's not you, honestly!"

Lyra met her eye, though her expression didn't soften.

Nora sighed.

"I guess I can stay 20 minutes."

Her pussy throbbed once in protest, informing her that this would be a very difficult 20 minutes indeed.

The awkward pair sauntered over to the sauna, both opting to procure a towel for their troubles. Nora was relieved to have something to cover herself a little. She dripped a little from between her legs as they wandered in, happy at least that her recent dip would disguise the origin of the fluid, but rueful at her prolonged stay at this place. Things had certainly spiralled. Amazing what one unhappy accident could do.

She had almost cum from mere seconds of self-loving a minute ago, and the short time taken going from the pool to the hot little wooden room had done absolutely nothing to steady her.

"I'm so glad you didn't miss this, you totally made the right call! Me and Bon Bon used to do this all the time, it's great."

She talked about Bon Bon pretty often, Nora noted, considering she was just her boss. Perhaps she had few friends. Mind you, from the sound of things, the poor candy pony was subjected to even more talk about the resident human, so perhaps she should be content with her station.

Nora took a deep, resounding breath to anchor her emotions.

Okay, Nora, you can get through this. It's just 20 minutes of unbearable horniness. You lasted weeks without even masturbating when you washed up here, this is nothing.

Somehow, she wasn't fully convinced. It was hard to argue with herself - she could be so unreasonable.

"Do you feel tingly, at all?" she asked Lyra abruptly, unable to put it tactfully but not quite able to stifle her curiosity. It was apparent that the oil the spa ponies had used wasn't affecting her in remotely the same way, but she wondered if she could glean anything about the duration of its effects.

"Tingly, like?" she asked, a slightly nervous look about her. "Like... happy?"

Nora shook her head, hoping her question hadn't given the wrong impression. "Like, from the massage oil."

"Oh, that? Feels great, huh? My muscles always feel super relaxed and nice after it. Not so much now, though - we kind of made a quick exit, remember?"

"Eheh, yeah..."

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

The duo were seated on a long wooden bench, the room warming around them. Nora's extreme tenderness was acutely aware of that fact.

Lyra was positioned on her right, sat upright almost like a human would. Was she emulating her?

"Maybe if you're tingly, it's because you're... excited?" she asked, hopefully. Nora would have almost been suspicious she was on to her if she didn't know better.

Lyra placed a hoof tenderly on her leg, but over the part covered up by the towel, seeming to try and split the difference between familiar and respectful. She fell short, but Nora couldn't think of a way to shoot down the gesture politely, mindful of the mare's emotional state. Was this an advance, or just typical Lyra obliviousness? It was so hard to tell sometimes!

Her heart's beating quickened under the emotional pressure and the surrounding heat, her needs still not quelled. As she started to sweat, her oil-induced sensitivity flared up more than ever; she could feel every pore on her skin, and the sensation of droplets being pushed out from each of them. It brought a shimmer over her whole body; she felt like she was glowing. She wiped her brow and leaned to her left ever so slightly, subtly shrinking away from Lyra under her touch.

"So, tell me about yourself," Nora said hurriedly, eager to distract. "What's work at the candy store like?"

"Oh, it's great!" she replied chirpily, bringing her wandering hoof back to her chin in contemplation. "You get to taste everything! Well, not everything, hehe, we need to save some for the customers! My favorite are these swirly little cherry things that melt in your mouth and..."

Nora was glad to have sent her on a rant, zoning out as her sex cried out to her. She bit her lip, feeling the temperature in their climate continue to shift. She was trembling again a little, like she had on the massage tables.

"Oh, fuck," she whispered.

"What?" asked Lyra, stopping her story mid-word.

"Nggh~ nothing," she said, eyes rolling upwards as she rubbed her legs together. "Carry on."

While the yammering at her side resumed, Nora's vision blurred as she lost focus, unable to anchor herself to her surroundings. She felt flushed from both the sauna and the sensation of the oil leaving her so sensitive. It almost felt like a stiff breeze between her legs would do it for her, she was so close, but alas, no such luck. Just one touch could do it, and she'd be free. Just one...

"...And don't even get me started on the strawberry flavored-" spoke the unicorn, pausing abruptly. "N-Nora?" she stuttered.

Nora, snapped back to earth, turned to her companion, looking her in the face, only to note an amazed gaze. Bringing her own eyes in line with what Lyra was looking at, she found pupils wandering downward, to her thighs, and the hand that was buried between them, three fingers each two knuckles deep in her vagina, protective towel brushed to the side, rendering her sex bare. She also noticed that her digits were still moving, seemingly of their own free will.

She had been completely unaware of what she was doing. The desire burning in her was so strong, she must have zoned out and...

She looked back to Lyra, who at this point met her stare, before glancing down again. She was still going, sense of autonomy barely catching up with her dulled reflexes, though she could no longer resist the urge to stop regardless. Catching Lyra's sight once more, she pleaded with the mare.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I just - the oil, I... I needed this so badly!"

Lyra continued looking on wordlessly, face like a deer in headlights, while Nora brought herself to climax. It did not take long, such was her sensitivity. She squirted, coating the sauna floor in her juices as she came shamelessly in front of Lyra.

"Ahh..."

She panted heavily as her body reacted, her breaths not slowing down when the deed was done. Her body found release, but it was only a temporary blip, like passing through the eye of a storm. Perhaps it was the confused feelings of having been caught doing something so dirty... perhaps it was the heat of the sauna making her lightheaded and clouding her judgement... perhaps the balm that Lotus has used on her was just that fucking strong. Or, maybe it was a combination of all three things. Regardless of the reason or reasons, Nora's body did not clam down. Not by much, at least, and not for long.

She looked at the awestruck unicorn, who had been transfixed by her movements, and licked her lips.

"Lyra..." she cooed. "Can I... borrow your face, a sec?"

When the mint colored pony did not respond, Nora brought a hand to her shoulder, guiding her, pushing her gently and carefully onto the bench until she was reclined fully, laying on her back with her little hoofsies up in the air. Nora wasted no time in casting off her towel fully, the upper part clinging to her breasts slightly under her sweat, peeling off with a delightful pang as it tugged at her nipples upon departure.

Before the towel even hit the sauna floor, Nora moved in, straddling the mesmerized mare who sported a dopey look of disbelieving affection. Lyra looked like she had just won a once-in-a-lifetime jackpot twice in a row, shivering slightly as Nora lowered her crotch to her face, tingling with anticipation and delight despite the obvious heat of the enclosed room.

Lyra's tongue darted out from between pursed lips, making contact with Nora's pussy before she had fully seated herself over her... friend? Stalker? Client? Temporary stress reliever? This mare had been so many things to Nora in such a short time, but right now, she only needed her to be one thing, and that was willing.

The mare lapped at Nora's crotch with eager alacrity without so much as a word of encouragement, flicking at her clit between lavish licks up and down her folds.

No arguments there.

Nora's legs quaked under the sensation, made oh-so-enjoyable by whatever incredible, delightful, wonderful substance was coursing through her body. She'd have to meet the mare who owned the factory that made this spa treatment stuff and shake her hoof, and eat her pussy, and bend her over and fist her ass with appreciation. Or maybe it'd be a smart business stallion, and she could-

Wild fantasies were interrupted by a playful nip, Lyra biting softly on her labia, eliciting a moan of ecstasy from the upright human. As her legs shook more, her ass wobbled, making it look like someone had set her to vibrate by accident. She held on to Lyra's front hooves with her hands for support and encouragement. Despite the lack of fingers, holding them felt strangely natural.

With another long, needy lick from Lyra, Nora came for the second time in as many minutes, instantly gushing over the green snout below her. Lyra's enthusiastic tongue wasted no time in lapping up her juices as her jaw lowered, mouth opening to catch every possible drop of the woman's residue, collecting it as though harboring it as evidence of a job well done. When she had dutifully lapped up every drop on Nora's groin and upper thighs, and having licked her own muzzle clean for good measure, Lyra took to sucking Nora's pussy, begging for more droplets of love to come trickling out.

"Oh, Lyra..." she gasped wistfully.

The mere mention of her name sent the mare into overdrive, sucking and licking at Nora with what could only be described as deep seated affection pouring out of her eyes, which were half lidded and shone with love.

Detaching her right hand from its respective hoof, Nora brought it southward, bending her arm behind her back slightly and leaning to give her purchase. She soon found her target; a pair of slick mare lips, ready and waiting. Nora slipped a couple of fingers in, giving her some stimulation back, hopeful that it would somehow spur on her concerted cunnilingus effort even more. Despite the seeming impossibility of Lyra's enthusiasm ramping up any more, it seeming to already be past normal capacity, this little maneuver did the trick; it was as though Nora had just pulled the start cord on a lawnmower. Lyra's maw completely encased the woman's nether regions, taking effectively her entire pussy in her mouth and sucking, licking, biting and tickling with every morsel of her being.

Nora could not stand it, cumming almost instantly, squirting down the throat of the mare that served to please her while screaming in delight. Nora's fingering picked up its pace all the while, rewarding the unicorn's impressive efforts.

Each orgasm seemed only to heighten her sensitivity; to stockpile her desire. Sexual needs mounted rather than dissipated. Just how long could this go on?

Despite the worrying implications, Nora did not care one bit in the moment, instead continuing to enjoy riding her spa partner's face, grinding against her muzzle with glee.

Her whole body cried out with approval; the heightened awareness of her surroundings had not stepped aside to give way to her growing sexual appetite - rather, they accentuated it, the increasingly humid air attacking her skin, clouds of steam permeating her tissue cells, hugging her whole being, beckoning her to continue. Her head swirled as she felt every atom comprising her body tingle in this environment.

It was after contemplating this - and she wasn't sure how long for, time still continued to be an elusive concept under the effects of this stuff - that she realized Lyra had stopped. She realized then, too, that she was no longer fingering her, as though her body had become aware before her mind that the pony was trying to tell her something.

From underneath Nora's respectable thighs, Lyra called out between labored breaths.

"Hey, hey, let's... huff... try something else a minute. I've got an idea I... oh... think you'd like."

This was all the encouragement Nora needed.

She clambered off her dear, sweet, tender pleasure bringer, who rolled over on her barrel until she was laying face up, relaxing on the bench.

"Sit on my horn."

Nora, despite her still-very-much-a-pressing-issue arousal, cocked her head in confusion. "Wha..."

"Just trust me."

Nora complied, though her movements were slower, this time - more reserved. She squatted over the mare's head, directing her pussy to the tip of the unicorn's signature feature.

"Won't it... hurt?"

"No," Lyra reassured her. "They're pretty rounded. It'll be fine, I promise. But if you want you can stop any time, you'll be in control, after all."

Nora obliged, taking the tip of the magical implement inside of her, just an inch or so. It felt smooth. Structurally, pretty much what you'd expect a horn to feel like - hard cartilage, most likely, unless equines in this world had some funky anatomies because of magic. She slid down a little more, testing it out.

It was pretty small for what she was used to; horns may have hardly been inconspicuous in their normal locations, jutting out of the head of every unicorn in Equestria prominently, but Nora had been on the receiving end of many a length stallion cock. By comparison, Lyra's horn felt manageable, perhaps small, even by her human standards - she had dildos back home that were about the same size, some even bigger. Still, Lyra seemed adamant, and with her needs flaring again, body yearning for another orgasm, she persisted, trusting the mare.

Nora bobbed up and down on the horn, her inner legs tickled by long pastel and white locks. She was just getting into a rhythm, when suddenly...

"Ah!"

Something had shot through her; it felt like an electric shock, but milder, and not at all painful. It rattled her insides in a way she'd very much like to experience again.

"Wha, wha, whutwuzzat?" she managed.

Looking down, she saw the faint hint of a golden glow humming around the edges of her sex, pooling at the base of Lyra's horn.

"Just a little magic to make things more enjoyable," the unicorn replied matter of factly, seeming, for the first time since Nora had known her (inside or outside the bedroom), cool and in control.

"Do it again~" she pleaded. "Or else," she added, the threat playful in nature, mostly, she thought. It would not transpire that the validity of the menace underscoring her demand needed testing, however, Lyra quickly shooting another bolt of magic inside her, and then another, firing off twice in rapid succession.

"Ooooh..."

Nora's hips continued grinding, impaling herself on Lyra's head as the eager mare continued to stimulate her insides with magic. The harmless spectral particles bounced off her inner walls, doing nothing to upset or disturb her functions down there. She wondered if the spell was specifically for this sort of thing, or if perhaps all magic felt this good when applied the right way.

"I want you to cum on me, Nora. Let me feel your juices run down my face. Make me your mare, forever!"

It was as though these were the magic words; as Lyra underlined her point with another volley of feel-good magic, Nora's pussy twitched, more orgasmic fluids gushing out and down Lyra's horn, dripping over her face and down her muzzle. She made no effort to clean herself this time, seeming to bask in being coated in the human's scent.

"I want you," said Lyra.

"I want... more of this," she replied, desperate for the next round of magic. Lyra's horn seemed to vibrate, stimulating her all of its own accord, as another pulsing wave of magic shot up into her deepest recesses. This one was so powerful, she could see the spectral glowing inside of her, the magic shining through her skin.

What the fuck, this is cool, and super super hot!

Nora came again, this time all of twenty seconds separating climaxes. She couldn't last at this pace. Her ass twitched, making her arch her back as the horn hit her in just the right way. Her body still cried out for more. As the sauna continued to overflow with warmth, she wondered how much longer they could continue, for their own safety. She felt dehydrated, her last orgasm being a dry one. Her delicate pussy stung at the overstimulation, which started to hurt, but only added to her forced arousal.

"Mmmm," she moaned, trying to think but failing, her desperate mind not strong enough to overpower an even more desperate body. She shook her hips, riding Lyra as though possessed. She simply could not compel herself to do otherwise. It was probably a good thing she had Lyra for this; a stallion probably wouldn't have been able to last more than two, maybe three rounds if she treated him right. Nora would have dragged him back to bed by the tail kicking and screaming if she had too, feeling like this. Lyra, however, was pliable, accommodating, apparently very skilled with certain tantalizing magics, and, most importantly, absolutely obsessed with her. In the unique set of circumstances Nora presently found herself subjected to, this was indeed a winning combination.

"Oh fuck," she cried, still continuing her motions as Lyra's horn lit up again.

Before long, she was brought to the brink one final time, fluids cascading over Lyra's head, drenching the mare in an unmistakable mark of passion. Before Nora's pussy had stopped throbbing, she hopped off the mare, collapsing on her side over the bench, the last remnants of her juices trickling down with her.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there before Lyra scooted up, pushing herself between splayed out arms, nestling in as the little spoon in a cutesy cuddle.

"You were shivering," she explained. Once again, Nora hadn't realized. "This was... the best day ever."

Nora's head started to clear, and her body finally calmed down.

The oil... must have sweated it out by now, she assessed. She was coated in her own sweat, though without her towel wrapped around her it did not cling to her form, instead trickling down her sides and off the bench.

Finally...

Calm.

Thoughts freed up from impassioned sex, she came face to face with the reality that had just unfolded before her, and her stomach started to knot a little. She had been caught masturbating flagrantly in front of Lyra, and then prompted her for sex, seemingly out of nowhere. Then, she handily shattered her previous record for climaxes-per-minute, thanks in part to Lyra's magic, but mostly due to the effects of the massage oil that seemed to make her even more sex-crazed than usual, somehow. All this after telling her what a nice time she'd had with her... and given Lyra's previous tendencies for overfamiliarity...

Oh boy, this did not bode well for her. She may have given off just one or two wrong hints today. Teensy, weensy little hints. But it wasn't her fault! This whole spa thing had started as an uncharacteristically chaste method of relaxation, and she brought Lyra along because she felt she owed her a little kindness, plus she was the one to help her work up the courage. But now... would the socially awkward mare think Nora had this whole thing planned out?

She thought back to the massage room.

Had Lyra had this whole thing planned out? Surely she couldn't have known what the massage oil would do...? No, no, even the spa ponies assured her their products would be safe. Technically this was not untrue, though to save herself a very awkward conversation she would simply have to steer clear of any professional massages for the remainder of her time in Equestria. Unless she really felt like treating herself, that is.

...Perhaps she really should look into getting some of that balm, though. In a controlled environment, she could really make use of it.

As for her Lyra problem...

The unicorn nuzzled into her forearm, reminding her that they were currently cuddling.

Ah, crap...

"Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

Aloe beamed up at the pair after they had exited the sauna and meandered back to the lobby. Nora had found her clothes and was thankfully dressed, while Lyra just wore a big, dumb grin.

"Uh-huh..." said the mare dreamily.

"It was... nice," Nora put tactfully. "Thank you. And sorry again about running out on you earlier. You know, the-"

Aloe cut her off by waving a hoof dismissively, shaking her head. "Not at all, dear. We should have been more sensitive to your needs!"

The phrase seemed oddly fitting.

"After all, the customer is always right! But I hope your first Ponyville spa experience was, nonetheless, a pleasant one."

Nora smiled meekly, trying to save the professional feelings of the spa pony, who she still felt she must have hurt with her actions.

"Not at all, I should have known what I was in for. The treatment on my nails was divine, by the way. I'll definitely come back for more of that. And the face mask, superb. I've missed my skincare routine from back home, this was a nice reminder."

Aloe smiled at the compliment; the smile seemed genuine, rather than a mere act of professionalism.

"And how did you enjoy our fine sauna?"

"It-"

"Amazing," finished Lyra for her, rubbing her head against Nora's legs like a particularly tall and colorful cat. Ah, geez...

Aloe looked from one to the other, then back to Nora.

"Y-yeah," she agreed timidly. "By the way, next time you catch your sister, give her my compliments as well, please. You both did a wonderful job."

"Oh, I will, miss! Thank you."

The duo departed the spa, exiting to an afternoon market, seemingly no less busy than when they had left it.

Nora stood there, dumbstruck, no sense of overriding purpose calling to her, just as the day had started. She didn't know what to do or where to go, or most importantly, what to say.

"About-" she began, ready to go into a tirade of mitigating feelings, when she felt a jingling bag push itself against her arm. Turning, she saw it cast in an autumnal yellow glow, floating in her vicinity. A purse of bits.

"Here," said Lyra.

"But, I... why?"

"Because we... well, y'know," she replied, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh. OH. No, uh, I can't take this, Lyra. This wasn't a... y'know, a job."

Lyra's magic scooted the bag of bits back into her own hooves as she looked up. "It wasn't?"

Nora had found the words on instinct, spurred on by the truth. She hadn't gone into this expecting any sexual dealings, and, well, she made the move... still, she was left instantly regretting the statement.

Lyra danced on her hooves, squeeing cutely. She darted forward, closing the already short distance between the two, hugging Nora's leg, before bounding off, a skip in her step.

...And that was that.

It was rare indeed for Lyra to leave Nora in the dust, let alone looking happy to be doing so. This could only mean trouble. She thought back to her earlier internal monologue. Signals, Nora, signals...

She rapped her own skull lightly with a fist in a mild act of repentance at her stupidity. Of course, if she declined payment, it would sound like... well...

With a sigh, she wondered idly if she secretly liked being pestered by the seemingly omnipresent unicorn, because it was probably about to start happening a whole lot more often.

It's not like she'd had no experience at turning down relationship proposals, both back home and in Equestria. But that usually happened when she had more presence of mind. She had hit a real big bump of bad luck today, with the way the massage had affected her body. Sighing again, she reflected on the fact that she'd had an awful lot of bad luck lately.

Suddenly, she felt a little sad.

Sore, too. Now that the high of her horny fit was over, her exertions caught up with her. She was already feeling tender down there from, well, recent activities, but their romp in the sauna hadn't helped.

And so, she stood wondering if she had taken a wrong turn in life recently, made some key decision which had backfired on her, as all her choices were fucking things up for her, it seemed. Her little gig as Ponyville's first full-time whore had certainly been going well enough before. What changed? Was she getting too comfortable? Too bold? She felt like her recent luck had little to do with her, and more to do with some wild conspiracy against her, but she was too rational to entertain such ideas for more than a few seconds.

No, she supposed, sometimes bad luck just rocks up all at once.

At least her friends were finally off her back. That was one sweet piece of recent news. Too bad they seemed to be so far off her back she couldn't see them anymore, though...

Deciding to put her mind to more productive use than moping, she made for home. Too exhausted to feel tired, she figured she'd look into planning that little Wonderbolts trip Dash mentioned, rather than more sleep. Perhaps she'd be able to find a flier with their touring schedule on the way home; surely headliners like that would advertise, even in a country town like this.

Indeed, that was the way.

Chin up, Nora. I'm sure it only gets easier from here.