>You woke up the next morning with Pinkie nowhere to be found, a note lying on your dining room table.
>It's not so much a note as a drawing when you take a closer look at it. It's a wobbly drawing of Pinkie smiling and saying, “That was fun! Let's do it again sometime! P.S. Thanks for carrying me, most ponies just let me fall asleep on the grass somewhere. It sure was nice to be in a bed for a change!”
 
>You haven't had a real chance to talk to Pinkie since that night, now over a week past, though she still gives you a smile and waves when she sees you in town. She's always carting around supplies or looking busy, so you just wave and let her about her business.
>When you head to Rarity's for your regular haircut she informs you that Pinkie has been extremely busy doing her usual hosting of parties, attending parties for fun, helping run Sugarcube Corner, babysitting the Cakes' twins, and generally being herself.
>Rarity is afraid Pinkie will work herself to death if she doesn't take a real break.
>You convey your lack of knowledge of how Pinkie relaxes to Rarity.
>”Oh she sometimes joins us at the spa I suppose. But aside from those few times, I'm not certain how she does it. She just....keeps going, despite all else that goes on in our little town. Twilight once did a study of sorts on Pinkie, you should ask her.”
>You thank Rarity for the information and seek out Twilight.
>Spike shows you into the library when you arrive. The smell of dusty books, parchment and ink fills your nostrils when you enter, mixed with the faint odors of the resident pony and dragon. The scent creates a feeling of nostalgia for a moment, bringing forth memories of hours spent doing reports and assignments that, while you were none too fond of them, helped make you what you are today.
>Twilight is accommodating, making you tea as you ask your questions.
>”I'm sorry to say I don't have a real answer for you. The study I did on Pinkie was to determine how she predicts things so well through twitches, shakes, and so on. I must reiterate what Rarity has told you, that Pinkie joins us on a spa trip every now and then.”
>You sigh, realizing this means you have to spend a day at a spa. At least you'd be spending it with Pinkie. And maybe it won't be so bad.
>Twilight notices your sigh of resent, “Have you ever considered just asking her what she does to relax?”
>”Well....no.”
>”Do that, maybe you'll be surprised.”
>You thank Twilight for her time before heading out.
 
Find Pinkie and ask her, or set up a surprise trip to the spa for her?
 
 
>You decide to surprise Pinkie with a spa trip, reserving spots for the two of you for that evening.
>You buy the standard package, where you'll both get massages, sauna time, a hooficure for Pinkie while you get some kind of "hot stone treatment" and extra hot tub time.
>You hate to admit it but it sounds like it won't be too bad at all.
>You go looking for Pinkie after the arrangements are made, hanging around Sugarcube Corner since you're sure to spot her in the area.
>When she doesn't arrive in the first hour you go inside and buy a shake from Mrs. Cake, asking if she knows where Pinkie is that day.
>"She said she had some kind of party to host in another town, she won't be back until tomorrow afternoon I'm afraid."
>Luckily you planned for this trip to happen tomorrow night, so she should arrive in time for your surprise.
>You spend the night worrying that maybe she won't get back in time before falling into a troubled sleep.
 
 
>The next day passes rather quickly, the time of Pinkie's return suddenly upon you.
>You hustle to Sugarcube Corner to welcome her back. You're in luck and manage to get there just as she starts down the street, her party cart trailing behind her
>She's bobbing to a tune only she can hear, the rays of the afternoon sun shining off her bubblegum colored hair
>She sees you as she gets close to the store, giving a cute "Heeeey~!" as she approaches.
>She unhitches herself from the cart and asks you what you're doing at Sugarcube Corner.
>"I was waiting. I've got a surprise for you."
>Pinkie brightens up at your words. "A surprise? For me? Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!" She's hopping circles around you. "What is it? Is it cake? Ice cream? Ice cream cake? Cupcakes? Pie? Chocolate?" She just keeps going.
>You finally put a hand over her mouth before telling her it's a trip to the spa.
>She makes an "Ooooh," sound from behind your hand.
>With her curiosity finally quelled, the two of you set off for the spa.
 
 
>You're a little late for your appointment, but you get checked in without much issue.
>Pinkie bounces in the lobby, expressing her eagerness to go soak in a hot tub or the sauna after a long week's worth of parties
>You tell her you're getting a "hot stone treatment" not entirely sure what it means. Pinkie just says "Sounds fancy!" and giggles to herself.
>Soon enough the spa ponies come to collect the two of you for your various relaxation methods, Pinkie heading off with one to get her hooficure while the other looks you over almost incredulously.
>"Sir, you signed up for the......hot stone treatment, yes?"
>You tell her that is correct.
>"Well, we require you to remove all clothing before we can administer the treatment."
>Oh, well that's not so bad. Where's your robe?
>"We...don't have any robes for....someone like you," she says nervously. "We've never had a human visit our spa before..."
>Wait, what does that mean exactly?
>"You'll have to remove your clothes before we can start your treatments. All of them."
 
>"Do you have any large towels at least?"
>The blue spa pony delegated to you shakes her head slowly, "I'm afraid you're much larger than any customer we're accustomed to treating." She makes a small smile, trying to ease your apparent misgivings, "Please sir, we're professionals. You have nothing to be worried about."
>You start to relax from her words of comfort, something in your head giving way to the how she talks. It's just so soothing.
>Even so, you request she look elsewhere while you strip and you keep your T-shirt covering your junk with one hand.
>The spa pony giggles a little but tells you that's fine and leads you down a hall to a small room. You enter, the smell of incense and hot water hitting your nose, softening your sinuses and briefly making your eyes water. You wipe your eyes and take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of hot sand and....cinnamon?
>The spa pony instructs you to lay face down on two stretchers pushed together to suit your size.
 
>You obey, lying comfortably on the padded stretchers in the softly lit room. The blue pony can be heard rubbing oils on her hooves as she prepares to massage you.
>"Before we can begin the hot stone treatment I shall be massaging your body into a state of pure relaxation. Have you ever had a massage before?"
>You recall the one time Pinkie tried to give you a massage, though it could hardly be called that, and give a firm "No, not really," in response.
>The blue one appears in your peripheral vision, a small smile reflecting the dim light in the room.
>"Ooh~, a first timer? Well don't worry, I'm VERY experienced."
>Before you can remark at the comment you feel her soft yet firm hooves push into your lower back in all the right spots, sending a ripple of pleasure up your spine as you feel yourself melt under her touch
>You're too large for her to reach all the spots she needs to from the side, and she gives a brief warning that she's moving before raising herself to straddle your back, legs spread off to either side of you as she works her touch on your shoulder blades, making your arms go limp.
>She finally reaches the base of your neck, asking you to relax as she leans forward, practically laying atop your back now while running her hooves across the nape of your neck, causing you to shiver despite how relaxed you are
>All this attention and sensual touching has taken it's toll on you, and you're actively fighting a losing battle to keep your erection in check
>You feel hot breath on your ear as she leans forward all the way. "Feels good, right? Give me a moment and we'll start working on your front side...."
 
 
>She hops off you, heading to the counter in the back where the oils are kept while you turn over
>She hums a little tune while she re-lathers her hooves in scented oils, occasionally glancing in your direction
>To your credit you manage to keep your mind on Pinkie, the one you brought here today. You wonder if she's enjoying her treatment, and those thoughts help quell your rising lust. You maintain covering your private bits with your T-shirt, taking a moment to readjust it when Spa Pony isn't looking.
>It's not long before she comes back and starts rubbing your feet, pressing the undersides firmly with skill before working her way up your legs, massaging your calves a little before starting in on your thighs
>You instinctively grip your T-shirt closer to your groin when she starts massaging your inner thighs
>She seems to mistake this as a safety concern. "Don't worry, I'll keep my hooves from hitting anything they aren't supposed to."
>She finally moves on from your thighs and straddles your stomach, much like she did your back. She gently massages your chest with quick, firm movements, moving on to your forearms in due time
>She gives a tiny grunt and wipes her brow with a hoof as she finishes. "My my, you're a big one. Well, now that we've had our fun it's time for me to get the heated stones." She hops off of you before heading to the door, "I'll be back in just a moment."
 
>It's not long at all before she returns with the stones, but also with an assistant. It's the pink spa pony you saw take Pinkie off for a hooficure.
>"This is my sister, she's another worker here. Since your friend is relaxing in the sauna now I figured she'd be able to help me. I hope you don't mind."
>You see no reason to object
 
 
>You roll over at their instructions as they take positions on either side of you
>The first hot stone makes you jump before it's dull heat soaks into your muscles, causing pure ecstasy. You'll have to have Pinkie try this sometime.
>They add more stones until your back looks like a quarry, covering even the backs of your legs
>After a time they remove the rocks and have you roll over again before placing a select few on your chest, stomach, and they even slide one under each of your legs to get your thighs.
>You may have resisted the urge before, but all this heat working into your muscles makes your blood shoot straight to your crotch
>You don't actually notice, so lost are you in the relaxation technique, until you hear whispering from the two of them. You manage to make out something along the lines of "...wouldn't it be interesting though?"
>You manage to look down the length of your body, your head swimming a little from the sudden movement
>Sure enough you're pitching quite the tent and the two ponies are murmuring to one another not far from you
>When the blue one notices your gaze she blushes a little before walking over to you
>"...There's no easy way to ask this, so I'll be blunt. My sister is.....curious....as to what....it's like. With a human."
>The other paws the ground, taking glances at you every so often
>"Would you be...willing to fulfill her curiosity?"
 
>"I'm flattered, but no. I just....can't do that."
>With this, you force yourself into an upright position, every muscle screaming at you to go back to relaxing, to forget about your worries.
>But you can't just forget about Pinkie, not that easily.
>The few heated stones on you go cascading to the floor with a clatter as you raise yourself off the stretchers, much to the surprise of the twins
>"Now if you excuse me, there's a special someone I need to see. I believe you said she's in the sauna?" They nod before pointing you in the right direction.
>Before you leave the room the blue one stops you, saying, "L-let's not mention this to anyone, shall we?"
>You don't answer as you leave the room
 
>You locate the sauna, opening the door to the enclosed room and getting blasted in the face with a gout of steam in the process
>You wobble your way into the muggy room, your body trying to hold you up while still recovering from the extreme relaxed state you were just in
>Pinkie is in the room, laying on a bench with a towel wrapped around her hair, humming gently to herself as she perspires
>"Oh, hey there! I was wondering what was taking you."
 
>You decide not to tell her about the proposition of sorts the spa twins presented you as you take a seat next to her
>"Yeah the hot stone treatment took longer than I thought. No big deal. How about you, your hooficure thing go alright?"
>She nods, stretching out a hoof for you to admire. It looks about the same as it always does in your opinion, but if she's happy then that's what matters.
>The two of you relax for the small remainder of your time, occasionally remarking on things that happened to you that week. Pinkie gives a small account of one of the parties she hosted, how the musician never showed up so she did an impromptu singing number to make everyone feel better.
>The two of you laugh, glad to have everything turn out alright.
 
>When you leave you find a coupon in your pocket for the spa, one free hot stone treatment, with no expiration listed.
 
>For once Pinkie is not bouncing, despite claiming she's re energized. She has a look of happiness about her but doesn't say anything. She just hums as she walks alongside you.
>It's another beautiful sunset in Ponyville as the dusk throws it's final rays over the town like a warm blanket as the two of you walk towards Sugarcube Corner.
>As you walk Pinkie gets ever closer to you until she's virtually bumping off your leg every time you take a step.
>Eventually she maintains a comfortable distance, nuzzling your leg with her neck now and then in a sign of affection that isn't quite as immobilizing as one of her hugs
 
>It's all too soon that you come to Sugarcube Corner, night having finally fallen as you walked through the town together
>You reach the doors but Pinkie doesn't open them right away, instead turning to face you
>"Today was great! A trip to the spa was just what I needed after a crazy week like this. Thank you." She pauses for a moment before biting her lower lip, glancing at the ground for a moment before continuing. "But, uh, I'm not tired yet. And...I'd really like to spend some more time with you. If you're up for it that is."
 
>You feel you have enough energy to hang out with Pinkie a little more, no harm in trying regardless
>"Sure, what'd you have in mind?"
>She hops up, talking a little faster now that you've agreed to keep her company
>"Ooh, well we already went to the park that one time, we saw that HILARIOUS comedy too, and we went to an awesome party and it was all so very exciting!"
>She abruptly stops as she regains her composure, "But, I was thinking maybe we could just hang out at your place? I'd invite you in, but I wouldn't want to bother the Cakes with a visitor after hours," she leans towards you like a child telling a classmate a secret, "I don't think they can help themselves from making sweets when there's a guest around y'know."
>You laugh a little before it sinks in that Pinkie is asking to come over to your house. She's already been there once or twice before, though she's never stayed there for very long. At least not while conscious anyway.
 
>Of course she can
>She bounces eagerly, "Great! Just let me grab my toothbrush and jammies!"
>Before you can say anything else she's already inside Sugarcube Corner, grabbing her things.
>Guess she's staying overnight.
>The thought preoccupies your mind, filling you with a strange combination of hope and possible disaster. Hope overrides the negative feelings though as she hops back out of Sugarcube Corner wearing her saddlebags.
>She makes sure to lock the door before signalling she's ready to go
 
>You arrive at your house on the outskirts of town with no problems, unlocking the door, flipping the light switch and letting Pinkie in
>She puts her saddlebags on a chair in the kitchen before she begins looking the apartment over. Last time she was here she was pretty much passed out so she never really got a good look at the place
>You keep it relatively clean, only the occasional shirt laying over some furniture or a plate left on the table to be seen as far as messes go.
>She spots your video game system, "Oooooh, you've got one of these things? What's it do? Is it fun? Can I try?"
 
>You grab the brightly colored Katamari Damacy box from the self, popping the disc in as Pinkie looks on in curiosity before the room is suddenly ablaze with colors and rife with the sounds of the intro
>Pinkie's initial shock at the screen blaring to life gives way to an enormous smile as the music plays
>You make sure two controllers are plugged in before handing one to her as you start instructing her on how to play the game
>She listens intently, "So...you roll a ball over stuff and make it bigger to roll it over bigger stuff? Sounds neato! Let's play!"
>Pinkie has some issues with the buttons on the controller, often hitting more than one at a time. Luckily the game is more about the joysticks and she has far less issues with those. In fact, by the fourth or fifth area you play on she starts beating you in points
>You don't really care about losing, you're having too much fun as Pinkie makes noises and giggles happily, wobbling back and forth on the couch in time to the actions she performs on screen
>Eventually you grow a little tired of this game and suggest a racing game to wind down on
>"Racing? I'm not very good at going fast, but I can try!"
>You pop in your copy of Burnout, it being the only racing game you didn't find boring as dirt
>You explain the rules to Pinkie, and before long the two of you are taking down the AI cars together. Once or twice Pinkie gets a takedown on you, but she always yells, "Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean it!"
>You laugh it off, telling her it's alright before playfully getting a vertical takedown on her and sticking your tongue out at her jokingly
>"Heeeeeey, that's not very nice," she says, smiling
 
>Eventually the two of you grow tired and you decide it's time to sleep. You fix some tea for the two of you to relax with, Pinkie taking the opportunity to thank you again for the wonderful time
>You each brush your teeth, Pinkie puts on a little nightcap and a set of blue, star speckled pajamas and waits for you in the living room
>You tell Pinkie she can have the bed and you'll take the couch, since it's just not right to have a lady sleep on the couch by herself.
>"It's also not very gentlemanly to let a lady sleep alone, silly." She smiles playfully again, "Wherever you're sleeping, I'm sleeping!"
>You sigh at her stubbornness, before returning her smile. Fine, you'll both sleep in the bed then.
>"Yay!" is all she says before gleefully hopping her way to your room and landing on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as you slide in beside her.
>You turn to look at her and find she's already looking at you, still smiling. "Today was the best day I've had in a while," she says quietly while inching closer to you, almost imperceptibly until her nose is touching yours. Silently she leans forward that extra bit, her soft pink lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as her arms wrap around your torso in an equally fragile hug. You press your arms around her, strengthening the hug even as she breaks the kiss and puts her head on your chest.
>"Thank you, you've made me so, so happy," she murmurs, starting to fall asleep. "I wish.....it would....never....end...."
>And just like that, she's snoring lightly in your arms. You give her a kiss on the forehead before succumbing to exhaustion yourself, completely content with how the day turned out.