He was only an assistant, just washing towels all the time, and he never actually massaged anypony directly as far as I knew, but the more I went, I slowly came to realize that it was him that I was drawn to at the spa more than anything or anypony else there. Whenever I went back I secretly hoped to see him, and when I did get a glimpse of this stallion, just the sight of him made my heart aflutter. He was a cute and attractive pony, I loved his accent, and after I finally overcame the hesitation to introduce myself to him, he and I grew to enjoy each other’s company over the last month.

It was the other night at closing time at the spa, though, that he invited me to one of the smaller back rooms, saying he wanted to share something with me in private, some “personal attention”’ he called it… he must have sensed that I had taken a major liking to him, or maybe he had a thing for me instead, but once he gave me that friendly gaze and laid on the floor, staring at me with that inviting pose, wiggling his eyebrows, it was so clear to me that he wanted us to cuddle together. Without hesitation, I accepted, and we were hugging and kissing on the spa floor for at least a good hour. It was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had in Ponyville. It wasn’t on their menu, but I can assure you it was definitely the best service I ever received at the spa by far. And I’ll be back for more of the same from him next week.

Inspired by the art of Birch Bucket by the same artist. >>3406822