1/5
>Day 599 US Dollars in Equestria
>You're in the P0nyville market, talking with Applejack after you bought some apples
>"Well, I ain't gonna use it. Jus' take it, Anon"
>She gives you a coupon
>A one-admission to the P0nyville Spa
"Alright, I guess. If you insist. Thanks, AJ."
>You give her a smile and a pat on the head
>She gives you a small wink before you turn to walk away
>A Spa? You guess you could use a massage
>Working as a carpenter in the land of p0nies does tighten your muscles a bit
>At least you get paid good
>Ponies suck at wood working
>Except your boss, Apple Bloom
>You don't even remember how that happened
 
2/5
>Enter the P0nyville Spa
>It's empty, save for a blue-coated pink-maned mare behind the front desk, reading a magazine
>She has not noticed you, yet
>Reluctantly, you approach her and hope your footsteps get her attention
>She looks up
>"Aah! You... You ztartled me. H... How may I be of servees?"
>Her heavy French accent caught you off guard
>You try to neutralize your expression
"Uh, hi. I got this coupon for an admission."
>You hand her the coupon
>She's stiff, probably startled at meeting the "P0nyville Monkey-Thing" for the first time
>"Ah... Um, what does zee mister...?"
"Anon. You can call me Anon."
>"Mister Anon, what kind of treatment?"
"I guess a massage. I have a good amount of knots in my back."
>She nods her head
>She's been blushing the whole time
>You brush it off as some sort of anxiety
>"You can follow me, please."
 
3/5
>You're sitting on top of a massage table with your shirt off
>Lotus, as you've come to know her, has 'gone off to prepare'
>You can hear her talking around the corner in hushed whispers with someone
>You can't make out what they're saying, but she soon comes back
>She seems to be blushing furiously, as though the someone was teasing her about something
>A goofy smile is plastered across her face
>"Ah, Mister Anon. Please lay on zee table, face down. I will begin wiz you zhortly."
"Alrighty, then."
>Without hesitating, you do as she says
>You needed to lay across two massage tables, since they were sized for p0nies
>You give out a relaxing sigh as you wedge your face between the head rest
>"So... Mister Anon,"
>You hear her speak while she finally begins applying oil to your back
>"How do you find P0nyville?"
>She begins to spread the oil across your back
>You can feel she's a little hesitant, but she's getting the job done
>Knots in your back begin to unwind as she begins to massage slowly
"Aah... it's alright, I guess. Everyp0ny seems really friendly, and I've been getting along."
>You decide to leave out the details of a certain yellow pegasus' attempts at getting in your pants
 
4/5
>She begins to massage more vigorously while the two of you make small talk
>The Spa is still largely empty, except for the evident co-workers of Lotus in the back rooms
>"You have a lot of muscle. It is very... stiff, yes?"
>You give a small grin
>You have gained quite some muscle after your work around P0nyville
"Yeah. I get a lot of commissions, and I even work in Applejack's orchards from time to time."
>"Ah... I see. Is zat something wiz your species?"
"Nope. Humans are lazy beings."
>She hums in response
>You feel her hooves begin to move to your upper back
>"Mister Anon, I cannot reach your shoulders. M-may I s-sit on your back?"
>Alert: breach of comfortable atmosphere
>Something is telling you to decline
>But, she's the Spa p0ny
>You decide to give her the benifit of the doubt
"Uh, sure."
>After some struggling, she manages to get on the Spa table
>You remember that ponies don't wear clothes
>You feel her... parts, as she sits down on your lower back and resumes massaging your upper back with her hooves
>Your body flinches and she seems to notice, but she doesn't say anything about it
>Luckily, she can't see your facial expression
 
5/5
"Uh-"
>"Nnyaah..."
>Her body shivers against your back
>What the fuck
>Your breathing begins to quicken
>"Ah... sorry, I just... lost my balance."
"Well, oka-"
>You feel her quiver again as you speak
>"Z... Zat voice..."
>She begins to slowly grind your oily back
"O-kay, I think we're done here."
>You lift your head and try to pull yourself up
>"Non! Zut! Stay down!"
>Her voice suddenly sounds desparate
>As you begin to lift yourself from the table, she clings to your back, her hooves around your neck
"Hey! Get off!"
>"Mister Anon! I need you!"
>You stand up and struggle to get her off
>She finally lets go
>As you make a break for the exit, she tries to tackle you
>"Nnngh!"
>You dodge her as she flings herself past you and into a cart of cosmetic materials
>Grab your shirt
>Run out of the Spa
>Decide to never accept free coupons from Applejack ever again
>Fucking Lotus