Working at the Spa was certainly dangerous for a human; dangerous but stupidly profitable. Early retirement was certainly a possibility. You always worked with a partner and while you felt safe it was still possible either one of you could end up adding a few extra inches to a mare or stallions waist line. Thankfully the ponies were polite enough to not devour the human staff while on the clock…sometimes.
 
Today was one such occasion were you and a co-worker were asked by Aloe and Vera to check on a supposed air lock  
in the hot tubs. Co-worker watching your back and tool bag in hand you quickly got to work, opening up the access  
hatch near the hot tubs. You focused yourself, wanting to complete the task at hand and leave before one of the ponies in the tubs decided they wanted a tasty human to join them in the water. Diligent and swiftly you hand off and receive tools for the job until your co-worker suddenly grabbed your wrist.
 
The pull was sudden, pulling you off your balance and into the hot tubs. Submerged you struggle to right yourself, panic gripping you as if you had just landed in shark infested waters. Your head broke the surface and it didn’t take long before you spotted where your co-worker had gone. The pink ponies belly wriggled, the imprint of hands pushing softly out against her furred belly as it hung over the towel around her waist. It took only a few moments and your co-worker was doomed. The pony burped softly, relishing the taste and rubbed the vague human shape in her belly; looking at you, not as a friend but as a second course.