Guys Night Out
Chapter Two - Three Stallions on a Spa Trip 


Summary
With Babs Seed's deal impossible to turn down, lest he wishes to remain in a dry spell during the whole of the mating season, Tender ponders what to do. How should one approach the Wonderbolt? The unknowns of the spa trip itself are even more nerve-wracking for the tap dancer, as he's never been to the establishment and has no clue how something like this would even go down, let alone be possible to hide. Only time will tell.


“How to ask him, how to ask him…?” Tender pondered for the dozenth time that day as he and Button sat on the green grass and chilled. Well, Button chilled, Tender was fretting.


Rumble, as usual, was just out of earshot, surrounded by flirty mares.


"By the moon you're putting more thought into this than you normally do when asking mares out," Button commented, looking up from his hoof-held gaming device.


“Shuddup,” Tender shot back, his tail twitching irritably. "I don't want him to say no."


That caused his friend to frown. "So what if he does? What’s the big deal? We're not even friends with him, just school buddies. If he says no, we’ll just ask somepony else or go just the two of us. I would be okay with that."


Tender resisted giving his buddy an irritated look. Button didn’t know the full plan, so Tender couldn’t fault him for not thinking the situation over like he was doing. Though one could still turn the conversation into something Button did care about... or at least knew more about.


"I need that blockhead of a flyer to teach me how to flirt, remember?" Tender objected.


“Then why not invite an actual mare to practise on?”


That was a really good point, if the whole plan hadn't revolved around specifically luring Rumble of all ponies to the Ponyville spa. "Because," he floundered, then took refuge in the truth. "Because that’s my problem to begin with; none of them wants to go on a date with me! I really need Rumble's charm if I'm going to have any chance this mating season."


"Fine." Button rolled his eyes. "And I thought Sweetie Belle's sister was a drama queen." He put down the game and really looked at his friend. "Are you really this stressed out about being alone this season?"


“Yeah,” Tender admitted. “I am.”


Button kept looking at him and then rolled his eyes. “Fine, I don't get what the big deal is. It's not like you're an inexperienced virgin out of your first season or anything, but fine, I'll help.”


Tender felt himself blush at the comment. It wasn't his fault Apple Bloom hadn't let him get that far! She was such a prude, and now that he knew she didn't want foals he could sort of understand her not wanting to risk it. But buck… or lack thereof! Button didn't need to hit him in the male pride like that without knowing it.


He tried to push the embarrassment down, but something must have shown on his face because Button’s tone changed from nonchalant to sympathetic. That was almost as painful as the initial comment. Even the stallion who'd been strung along by a dismissive bitch of a marefriend had gotten lucky more times than Tender, who had a grand total of zero.


"Sorry," Button said, actually putting down the game completely. "I just assumed you and Apple Bloom did it all the time during the season week by the way you talked about her."


And now he was called out as a liar too! What was he going to do, just admit that not even his marefriend wanted to mate with him? She'd done some hoof stuff when he had pressed her but it wasn't like that counted.


Noticing the increased redness against his friend's orange coat, Button looked away, feeling the best he could do for his friend's embarrassment was to pretend he hadn't heard it or find a distraction. “Hey, Rumble?!”


The shout rocked Tender to the core, and he looked over at his friend in shock. "What the hay are you doing?!" he half-shouted, half-whispered through gritted teeth.


"Helping you out," Button replied with a somewhat playful looking expression and then once more called out, "Rumble? Get over here for a moment!"


Tender would have loved to melt into the ground or something as the Pegasus looked over from his conversation with half a dozen mares from their year, excused himself, and then started trotting toward him and Button. It didn't help him that the mares followed him like sheep, their eyes quite literally staring at his tail, or rather at what hung below it? 


They'd all get to see that Tender was a blushing mess and understand what it meant. Finding a mare would go from just very hard to completely impossible!! ‘Oh Princess Celestia, just kill me now!’ he begged, cold sweat running down his neck. 


No such mercy arrived, only Rumble the future Wonderbolt, followed by Peachy Pie, Silver Spoon, Twist, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom… Of all ponies!!


"What’s up, Button?" Rumble called when he got close enough to chat and tossed his mane in a way he probably thought was cool. The fact that a swoon from Silver Spoon proved him right only served to further ignite Tender's hatred for the guy. 


If only Silver Spoon wasn't so damn hot. This close he could smell the scent wafting off her. It was only the early signs of her heat starting so it wasn’t as strong and despite his annoyance with her, his body was still that of a stallion.


Tender glared at them and subtly shifted a hoof to cover his crotch from view. He didn't want the mares to notice the effect they were having on him, even if it was only his tip that was poking out to say hello. ‘By the full moon, the chastity spell really is growing weak…’


His aroused reaction quickly died down as Rumble came closer, the smell of another stallion making his nose almost flare up like a wild equine, the earth pony blushing a little at his body's apparent desire to fight a fellow Ponyville stallion.


"Hello, Rumble," Button greeted the pest, ignoring Tender's death glare. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a bit?"


The Pegasus looked between the mares surrounding him and nodded. "Sure."


"Um, alone, please?" Button pressed, giving his entourage a meaningful look.


"Sure," Rumble agreed in an instant, prompting a few disappointed groans from the mares behind him. "Sorry, ladies," he said, turning around to face them. His wings flared up in an apologetic gesture. "I'll be right with you soon."


There were a few more grumbles, but the mares agreed and trotted off, flocking back together just out of earshot. Tender really didn't like that Apple Bloom was one of them.


“Thanks,” Rumble said, almost sounding like he was thanking Button rather than the herd of fertile females for excusing themselves. Though their absence did serve to cool the three stallions down a bit. “So what was it that you wanted?”


"Are you doing anything today?" Button asked bluntly. "Any plans?"


"Not really," Rumble replied, his body language growing weary, his wings finally getting their break from the constant arousal. "I'm just going to stay home and rest as much as I can before the mating season starts. It's going to be a really stressful one for me this year."


‘Bucking braggart!’ Tender bit back from saying something nasty. Turning Rumble away now would definitely not help with his long-term plans, so he gritted and bore it.


Luckily, Button seemed to know what he was doing. He gave the Pegasus a wide smile and threw out his hooves. "Perfect, have I got a great opportunity for you!"


"Do what?" Rumble asked, looking confused. "Find a marefriend?"


That made Button chuckle. “Oh, Celestia no. Like either of us would have any wisdom to offer you there.” He shot Tender a look as he spoke. “If anything, this guy would like some advice from you on that front.”


Tender could feel his teeth grind as he did his best to put a self-deprecating look on his face. “But no, what I meant was that we can help with the stress part,” Button explained. “Doofus here accidentally got three non-refundable tickets to the spa.”


“The spa, really?” Rumble asked, looking at Tender, who gave a nod. “Okay, that sounds nice, but why ask me? Wouldn't you much rather take Apple Bloom?”


‘He just had to go there!’ Tender managed to keep the rage off of his face. “We are no longer together,” he managed to grunt out, the tap dancer finally raising himself up onto his hooves.


"Aw, that's too bad," Rumble said, managing to fake a sympathetic tone in order to try and make Tender feel better. “You two made such a cute couple.”


"Better not go there," Button warned quietly, noting that his tap dancer friend behind him was about to explode. Apparently the Wonderbolt prodigy had some sense of tact for he did back away from the topic and allowed Button to continue.


"Anyway, he asked a few mares out but none wanted to go with him, so he decided to make it a guy's night out instead. I figured the more the merrier since we'd have to throw the ticket away anyway," Button said.


Rumble didn't need much time to think that over. "Yeah, sounds fun. I could really use an evening away from the mares, and it's always fun to make new close friends."


Tender was surprised it’d been that easy. He shot Button a look, but the stallion just smiled smugly as he explained their plan to Rumble. Well… the parts he knew about. The cocky bastard was falling right into Tender's trap.


"Hey, Rumble!" another voice broke off their conversation. The mares were getting fed up with waiting for their object of swoon-ification, and Silver Spoon was never one to sugarcoat things. "Are you done with those losers? We want you back, stud."


Rumble gave his fellow stallions an embarrassed shrug and excused himself. "Sorry guys, I have to go. Oh, and you're not losers, it's just Silver being Silver. I actually think you two are pretty cool." With that, he strolled off to rejoin his herd of admirers.


“I can't believe the nerve of that guy,” Tender grumbled as soon as he knew Rumble was out of earshot. “Or you, for that matter.”


“What?” Button said smugly. “Jealous that I asked your coltfriend out first?”


“Buck you!”


“Sorry, but only Sweetie Belle gets to do that.”


His attempt at being witty earned him an out-of-this-world raised eyebrow from Tender. The orange stallion couldn’t believe that the gamer had forgotten just how deprived they both were and how uncaring Sweetie had been to him during the last few years.


It still baffled Tender that Button had been more lucky in the hay than himself, even with such a bitch of a marefriend like that stuck up unicorn.


“You know what, I think that spa trip was a good idea. All three of us seem really pent up,” Tender worded through a forced smile, the words almost making no sense with how muttered the orange earth pony spoke through his gritted teeth.


“So... wanna go get some pizza before we meet up with Rumble later?” Button commented shyly, the gamer trying his best to defuse the situation. He had ensured that Tender’s plan wouldn’t die at the starting line, though this wasn’t exactly the mood he’d expected.


Tender sighed, letting out his frustration before he gave his best friend a small nod. “Alright, better get some food in us before I have to hear that bastard ramble on for hours on end about how to get mares and keep them in a herd.”


“I thought that was what you wanted him to talk about?” his friend noted.


“Yeah,” Tender agreed. “Won't make hearing it any less annoying though.”


“The things we put up with to get laid,” Button chuckled. And with that, they walked off towards the nearest pizzeria.


*****


The sun had gone down about an hour ago, and Tender was still waiting impatiently with his best friend at Sugarcube Corner, the two sitting outside at one of the bakery’s tables.


Tender was getting nervous. What if Rumble had a change of heart at the last minute? What if he decided to ditch them for a date with some pretty mare instead? What if Babs Seed had snitched, and the police were secretly about to pounce on them! A shiver ran down his spine at the last possibility, yet it didn’t last as he admitted it sounded both stupid and unreasonable. Babs needed the bits, and this was her only option.


“Why is this reservation of yours so late? I've never heard of a reservation that takes place just one hour before midnight!”


Tender had retrieved the tickets from Babs only hours earlier while Button Mash had been preoccupied with taking a shower. Since his return, his friend had been poring over the details repeatedly, the earth pony as if obsessed with trying to proclaim them fakes.


"I was drunk and didn’t check all of the details," Tender argued. "Give me some slack, buddy. After all, it wasn’t your wallet that got emptied out because of it."


Tender still couldn’t believe how expensive Babs' plan had gotten, but he wasn’t about to demand a refund. He had personally counted how many different mares had been circling Rumble this season, and the results had made his heart sink with dread.


Twenty four different mares had been vying for the foal batter between those hinds legs of his, ‘TWENTY FOUR!’ Tender internally screamed, the feeling of his nuts clenching painfully with pent up need reminding him of the most important mare amongst those twenty four, his own damn ex-marefriend of all ponies!


Had Babs lied to him? She specifically mentioned that Apple Bloom didn't want foals, so why was the traitorous whorse fawning over Rumble?!


His trailing thoughts came to a halt as he heard the distinct sound of wings fluttering above the bakery. He and Button looked up in time to see Rumble’s underbarrel, before the under-endowed stallion landed next to them.


‘How the buck is he getting mares with such a small sheath?!’ Tender internally swore. ‘At least no one will miss those tiny peas he's packing.’


"Sorry about the delay!" Rumble said after taking a deep breath. "I had to get rid of those mares who always follow me around." The last part was spoken with what sounded like annoyance, something that made a vein on Tender’s head throb in anger.


‘How dare he be unhappy about having so many mares around him!’ Tender, fortunately, had his mouth filled with apple pie, so wasn’t able to scold Rumble for his ungrateful attitude. 


“Don’t worry about it, we’ve still got half an hour,” Button assured.


"Really? Just how late is this spa treatment anyway?" Rumble inquired, his feathers fluttering into place on his back as he trotted up to where the two stallions were sitting.


"It should take place about one hour before midnight and last for two hours if this piece of paper is to be believed," Button noted, raising the hoof in which he held his ticket.


"I hope I can take a small nap in the bubble bath then. I'm tired from being surrounded by mares all day, they even stalked my house while I prepared myself" Rumble said wearily, though Tender refused to believe that a Wonderbolt of all ponies could get tired from that.


Tender downed the last of his coffee and rose from the wooden table, approaching the grey Pegasus with a steady pace. He positioned himself a hoof’s length from Rumble’s muzzle and gave him an assuring smile.


“I wouldn’t mind joining you, honestly, though I think I might have overdone it with two cups of coffee.” His mood brightened as he caught a whiff of Rumble’s musky scent. As expected, his own scent proved stronger than the Wonderbolt stallion's. So, it really was just because he was a Wonderbolt, and not because he was the better stallion?


“Let’s not keep the spa twins waiting,” he called out.


Button joined Tender on his left side, with Rumble trotting to his right. The three stallions in high spirits as the cool night air tempered their hot blooded stallion personas, or at least tempered the backed up and desperate tap dancers.


*****


Tender had never been to the spa before, but he'd seen enough suggestive movies to have an idea of what to expect.


The interior was nice, clean, and smelled of flowery incense. The decor was very Neighsian; every surface was either tiled or appeared to be made of bamboo. And unsurprising to him and his buddies they were the only ones present, as most of the town was surely asleep by now, Tender internally noted as his hoofsteps echoed throughout the clinic.


Behind the reception sat a pink pony with her blue mane tied up with some kind of bandana. He was pretty sure her name was Lotus, or maybe it was Aloe? Everypony in the small town knew the spa sisters, but he'd never paid them much attention before.


“Velcome, velcome!” she greeted them in her strange accent.


“Thank you, Aloe,” Button replied as they all trotted up to her desk. “We're here for that special treatment,” he said, waving his ticket in one hoof.


“Zee special treatment… Do you ‘ave an appointment?” The mare looked at them all over, a confused frown on her pretty face. 


Tender felt his stomach sink, surely Babs hadn't just scammed him out of the bits? She'd promised to set things up, maybe they just didn't know who he was? “It should be under Tender Taps?” he mumbled.


That seemed to do it though, the mare lit up. “Oh yes, I remember. Vee met in zee bar zee ozer day, no?” she lied smoothly. “I told you you needed to relax and zat zere ees no better place to do so zan in our spa.”


“That's right,” he said, relief washing over him. Babs had come through. In hindsight he really should have checked for himself ahead of time. “I got the triple ticket.”


“Ah, I remember,” Aloe beamed at the other two stallions. “And zese must be your friends? I hope you both enjoy yourselves enough to vant to come back.”


“I'm sure we will,” Rumble said. “I've heard a lot of good things about this place.”


“Yeah, my marefriend is crazy about this place,” Button chimed in. “Or at least was back when she lived here.”


“Vonderful!” the mare exclaimed and lifted three wicker baskets onto the counter. “Now vich one of you vas ‘aving the special package deal?”


“I thought we all had?” Button replied before Tender could stop him.


“I see, many apologies,” the spa mare said and removed two of the baskets, replacing them with what almost looked like identical ones.


“Actually, I think I preferred the regular treatment package,” Tender said, hoping she picked up on his wink. “It's my first time and I'd like to keep it simple, and so would Button here.”


“Buck that,” Button was quick to lean over and take the basket. It had a red towel in it. “If I'm here anyway I want all the bells and whistles.”


“Excellent choice,” Aloe said, giving Tender a subtle look. “Ees he your special friend zen?”


“Uh, no he's my regular friend,” Tender said, really wishing he had sorted this out earlier, or rather that Babs hadn't left it up to him. He attempted to return her wink as he said; “Rumble here is my special friend.”


Rumble directed a weird look in Tender's direction, he’d never been called that by another stallion and only a few mares, but rolled with it as it possibly just being the way the spa mare’s talked. After all they did have a distinct yet quite sexy accent.


“I see, I see.” Aloe nodded and passed over one of the baskets to Rumble, who took it. She looked over to Button, who was already going over his and apparently decided to not take it back. Instead, she switched out the last basket and passed it over to Tender.


To his relief it held a white towel, assuming he read the situation correctly. He gave Button a worried look, but whatever, they had two hours, he'd slip away and explain things to her once his friends were busy doing whatever it is ponies do at a spa.


‘Besides, it's not like he's using them,’ he snickered to calm himself away from a nervous breakdown. He definitely wasn't going to let them do that to his BFF though, and Button’s junk was a dark brown compared to Rumble’s dark grey nuts, whoever did the procedure would surely spot the difference even if he didn’t switch the towels in time, right?


“Oh vell, vee can sort zee rest out later,” Aloe said as if she read his mind. “Let me show you around. “‘ave any of you been here before?”


Three stallions shook their heads.


“Zen I shall explain everyzing, follow me.” 


They did so with baskets awkwardly held in their mouths, except for Rumble who just held his basket in one of his wings. At least they smelled nice. Clean towels and flowery perfume.


“In your baskets you ‘ave a bazrobe, a tovel, a smaller tovel for zee sauna and zee liquids you're going to need to refresh yourselves,” she explained as she led them down a short and a rather soothing corridor to what appeared to be a very old fashioned shower area. “Zere's shampoo, coat cleaner and conditioners for boz, as vell as hoof oil.”


She stopped and lifted the various bottles from Tender's basket to show them all. They were helpfully labelled, so at least he wouldn't have to worry about that. It seemed like extreme overkill to him; he usually just used the same shampoo all over. But whatever, this was a fancy place, so of course they would complicate things to make things more expensive.


With her muzzle practically a nose length away from his, Tender could pick up all of her aromas, sensing the slight hint of her heat behind her wonderful perfume.


His body reacted instinctively to her presence as his stallion biology tried to make him hard. The royal chastity spell was still in place of course, for at least a small hour more, but it was growing weaker by the minute and the feel of his flare pushing itself out was proof of that. 


Maybe she felt the same, for he swore he could see a glint in her eye as she smiled at him and put the bottles back in his basket. "You smell good, Tender," she commented before clapping her hooves together. "But vee still start every session viz vashing ourselves."


She didn’t want to outright say that he smelled the most like a stallion but didn’t have to, as Tender noticed her nose flaring up in a cute kinda way. 


She moved over to one of the showers, it had a wooden bucket next to it, which she started to fill with warm water from the faucet. “Zis ees hov vee do eet zee traditional Neighponese style. You use a bucket to splash vater on yourself, eet ees very refreshing. Zere's also a regular shover nozzle for zose vanting to rush zee experience. I vouldn't recommend eet zough, remember, you're here to relax.”


With that she walked out. “I'll leave you too eet zen, colts. Me and my sister vill be vaiting on zee ozer side ven you are ready.”


Tender watched her leave, that blue tail just long enough to obscure what he could smell. He wasn't sure if he was glad she had left to let them wash in peace, or if he had preferred for her to stay and watch. She was too old for him of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy her with his eyes.


A rousing splash of water broke him out of his reverie. He turned angrily to glare at his friend, having to shake his wet mane out of his eyes to do so.


“Sorry,” Button grinned, not looking sorry at all as he put the now empty bucket down. “You looked like you needed a cold shower.” He gave a meaningful nod downward which made Tender very self conscious as his flare was out in the open.


“It's not my fault,” he protested. “The chastity spell is about to wear off in less than an hour or so, I can't help it.”


“I know,” Button smirked. “Hence the bucket of cold water.”


“Buck you.”


“Sorry, you're not my type.”


“Oh really?” Tender saw a chance to puncture his friend's far too smug attitude. “Why did you look at it then?”


Now it was Button's turn to blush. “I wasn't looking for it,” he stammered. “I just happened to see how you were staring at Aloe and, well it would be hard to miss…”


Tender wasn't even mad anymore, that was probably one of the best compliments he had received for his stallionhood in quite a while, even if he wished it had come from a pretty mare, and an interested mare at that.


“Who's needing that cold shower now?” He smirked back at Button, who nodded and slunk off to refill his bucket. He glanced over at Rumble who appeared to be doing his best to ignore the exchange while he splashed himself with water.


‘I'm way more of a stallion than you,’ Tender thought proudly, once more eyeing Rumble's unimpressive tackle as the winged stallion washed himself off.


‘And soon every mare will know it.’ The same couldn't be said for Button though. As Tender began to wash himself off he couldn't help but let his eyes wander. So what, Button had gotten a look at him already, and he needed to know how he measured up.


‘Phew, they are smaller than mine.’ Not by as much as he'd wanted though, and he tried very hard to look away from Button's swinging pair after that. They were so veiny, and with a blue tint to them. He idly wondered if his own pair looked as backed up… They probably did.


More determined than ever to carry through his mission he washed himself off quickly and waited for the other two to finish. Which seemed to take a while as both stallions were exploring the various scented bottles to the fullest.


He listened to them for a bit as Rumble explained that he was accustomed to conditioner as a Wonderbolt, apparently it made them 1% more aerodynamic. He wondered idly if Rumble's tiny package also made him more aerodynamic. 


‘Maybe that's why most are mares?’ He decided he probably should stop thinking about that. Button and Rumble taking such a long time just to shower did however present an excellent opportunity to slip out and talk with the spa mares without risking them overhearing him.


He trotted out the beaded curtain that Aloe had disappeared through and a wave of warmth hit him. Not the heat of mares, though there was certainly a hint of that in the air as well, but the tropical feel of a dozen warm pools in an enclosed space. 


The air was thick with moisture, but still fresh and breathable. He looked around and saw a hot tub, a pool and various other spa things that looked quite inviting. None more so than the pair of beautiful mares standing a bit away, chatting with each other.


He could tell they were real twins. The other, Lotus he believed, looked very much like her sister, Aloe, though their colours were reversed. The new mare's blue coat was a perfect match for Aloe's mane, and vice versa. They were indeed pretty, if almost old enough to be his mother. He shook that notion out of his head and trotted over. ‘It's just your desperation talking,’ he told himself.


“Zat vas quick,” Aloe noted as he reached them. “Did you not like zee onsen?”


“The what now?” he asked, surprised by the new word.


“Zee onsen,” the other mare repeated, “zee Neighponese cleansing ritual.”


“You mean the showers?” Tender asked. “Yeah, they were fine… But I never bothered with all those oils and conditioners, that's filly stuff.”


The two mares shared a look between them. “Vee shall help you learn too relax darling, noo vorries,” Aloe assured him.


“Yes, you must be soo tense,” the blue one agreed. “To not even take zee time too care for your coat.”


“Or your mane.”


“I know!” 


The two mares lifted a hoof to their foreheads and made a very fake looking swoon of horror. “Do not vorry colt, you ‘ave come to zee right place and are inside very capable ‘ooves.”


Their over-the-top act wasn't that funny, but Tender had lived long enough in Ponyville to be used to it by the older mares. The flower ponies and Rarity were just as bad.


“The horror, the horror!” he agreed drily. “But there was something I needed to speak with you about before, and importantly before we get started.”


“Ah but of course.” Aloe dropped her horrified expression like the mask it was and gestured to the blue mare. “Zis ees my sister, Lotus Blossom.”


“Vell met,” Lotus said, and bowed.


“Eh, well met,” Tender repeated. ‘Since when do mares bow?’ He dismissed the thought though, it was probably normal where they came from or whatever. 


He didn't return the bow and went straight for the important stuff. “I'm here for the special service,” he emphasised. “Did Babs talk to you?”


“Ah yes,” Lotus nodded. “You must be Tender Taps. She told us you vere requesting her special brand of relaxation for one of your friends, ja?”


“Yes, that's what I wanted to talk about,” Tender said. Him and Rumble were most definitely not friends, but he saw no reason to divulge that fact.


“Oh, ees he getting cold ‘ooves?” Aloe asked.


The confusion must have shown on Tender's face because Lotus hurried to assure him. “Zat ees nozing too vorry about,” she said. “Eet ‘appens too most of Babs’ special customers.”


“Eh, what happens to most of her customers?” Tender asked, feeling they were not entirely on the same page.


“Zat zey back out of course,” she explained. “And vee understand, eet might sound like a good idea to be relieved of zat stress, but eet ees not for everypony. Most get cold ‘ooves ven zey lay down for zee procedure. Very understandable.”


“Eet ees okay,” Aloe took over. “Vee don't blame zem and vill inform him zat he ees still just as velcome to enjoy all zee ozer treatments our spa offers for the night.”


“Uhm, no!” Tender hurried to correct them before they told Rumble anything of what was about to happen to him. “He's not backing out, not at all. He really wants this.”


“Oh vell, tell him eet ees always an option. Vee do not vant him to feel pressured to go zrough viz eet.”


“And zere are many other, less permanent vays too relieve zee tension of zee chastity spell.”


“I will,” Tender hurried to assure them. “But, um… don't bring it up to him, okay? He's kinda embarrassed about it… and it’s Rumble who’s here for the procedure, NOT Button.”


“Vee understand,” Aloe nodded. “Eet ees a very intimate zing and zee last zing vee vant for one of our customers ees for zem too feel uncomfortable ‘ere.”


Tender thanked them, and then something they mentioned earlier rose to his pent up mind.
“You said something about other ways to relieve the pressure?”


“Ja,” Lotus nodded enthusiastically. “Vee offer some very relaxing massages zat vill absolutely take all zee tension out of you.”


“I don't think a massage is going to help,” Tender dismissed the notion. “It's not exactly my shoulders that are tense if you know what I mean.” His shoulders were tense, but that didn't bother him nearly as much as the horniness.


“Oh vee do know vat you mean,” Lotus assured him, moving a bit closer.


“Of course,” Aloe agreed, a glint in her eye as she too moved close enough that her body was brushing against his. “Eet ees all about vere zee massage ees applied, you see.” 


As if her suggestive tone wasn't enough, she slid a hoof up his hind leg, pausing just below the aching flare of his stallionhood, which was still only poking out as it fought against the slowly weakening chastity spell.


‘Is she offering me a happy ending?!’ Tender thought, surprised, but pleasantly. “Yeah,” he said out loud, trying to keep a grin off his muzzle. “I'd love a massage where I'm most tense.”


Lotus nodded knowingly and took his hoof. “Zen come viz me,” she said as she led him off to a side room. “Aloe vill take care of your friends vile I take care of you.”


…..


Lotus showed him to a small room, separated from the rest of the spa by another beaded curtain, offering at least some privacy to what was about to go down. She gestured to the only piece of furniture, a padded table, just large enough for a stallion to lie comfortably upon, and instructed him to do so. 


“No, on your belly please,” she was quick to correct him.


‘How is she going to reach my sheath if I'm lying on it?’ Tender wondered, but did as Lotus asked. ‘Maybe there’s some foreplay involved?’


“Excellent, excellent,” she praised him, and began to rub some kind of oil on her hooves. He was horny enough that he doubted she needed the lube, but wasn't going to complain. To his disappointment she began on his shoulders. “Oh my,” she said. “You are very tense, very.” 


She moved her firm hooves along his spine. “And your back… oh eet ees very good you came ‘ere ven you did.”


“I don't care about my back,” Tender grunted, pain radiating up from his muscles as her hooves rubbed all too roughly for his taste. Mares were supposed to be gentle!


“You really should, Tender Taps, you really should.” She moved her hooves up to his neck, sending another jolt of pain along his spine. “You ‘ave far too many knots, but do not vorry, I vill take care of zem all, and you vill feel soo much better, I promise.”


‘Like heck I will,’ he groaned as his face hit the bed, neck muscles feeling like pudding after her hooves had rubbed the stiffness out of them. There was another part of his body that really needed the growing stiffness rubbed out of it, and it wasn't his neck or shoulders!


“Could you go a bit lower?” he grunted.


She obliged, but not as far as he had hoped, her hooves only straying down to the small of his lower back. He tensed up every time she moved across his spine, the spa mare doing her best to make his muscles butter in her hooves even as he kept tensing.


“A little further?” he hinted, wiggling his hips while pushing his tail to the side, hoping she'd take the hint seeing as how direct he was becoming. By the moon above he was getting desperate, the blush on his face masked only slightly by his fur colour. 


“Vee vill get too zat,” Lotus teased, giving his firm tap dancer rump a good squeeze which he wasn't entirely sure if he liked or not.


“Oh come on, just take care of it already,” he barked out, the squeeze having flustered him. It was starting to feel like she was the one in charge, and he didn't like that. He was the stallion after all, and he was getting tired of her just teasing him. “It's the tensest part of my body.”


“Eet ees?” Her hooves paused and she made a noise of concern. “Vell zat must be really bad, because your back ees a mess.”


“Yeah, yeah,” Tender grumbled. “Will you just take care of it already?”


“Of course,” she assured him, and soon he felt her gentle hoof brush his damp tail aside to get a closer look. “Oh, I see vat you mean. Ja, zose look very swollen. So much pent up energy. I vill take good care of zem.”


‘Bucking finally!’ Tender thought as her hooves began to work on his stallionhood, only to be crushed moments later when he realised he could barely feel what she was doing.


“Bucking chastity spell!” he whined as her hooves did little more than brush the insides of his thighs for all he could feel.


“I know,” Lotus agreed, her voice heavy with sympathy. “Eet ees not right, to do such a zing, and for soo long.” He felt her continue to tug at his numb stallionhood as she continued. 


“A virile stallion needs too drain himself far more often zan for just one veek every year. Eet ees not healzy to make eet build up like zis.”


“Don't I bucking know it!” Tender agreed. It felt good to finally have it acknowledged, even if it did nothing to dampen the frustration of his blue balls. “For all good it does to know it though, there's no fighting the spell.”


“Vell, zat’s not completely true,” Lotus said, while continuing to rub ineffectually on his foal makers. “Vile vee cannot give you a full release, I can at least relieve zee pressure a bit.”


“Really?” Tender perked up. “Then yes, please bucking do so.”


“I am trying,” she said, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice as she wasn’t used to her customers being so… non-gentlecolt like. “But zere's only so much I can do viz my mere hooves. Much like zee rest of your body, eet needs a firmer touch too attain relief.”


“Fine, do what you need to do,” Tender grunted. The tension was killing him.


“I am not sure,” the spa pony hesitated. “Can you handle a full grown mare?”


“Can I handle a mare?” Tender rolled his eyes and snorted at her audacious question. “Duh, of course I can, I could handle a dozen.”


“Zat ees good,” Lotus said, “hold still please.”


Tender wasn't sure what he was supposed to hold still for, until the mare moved even closer, and climbed the table he was lying on. He suddenly felt quite small as she towered over his prone form and he was just about to ask her what the buck she thought she was doing when her hoof came down upon him.


Crunch!


A very unstallionly yelp of pain escaped his lips as she stepped onto his back with half of her weight, a weight which didn't feel quite as ladylike as he’d thought. “Aaaah, what the buck?!”


“Lay still,” Lotus admonished him as her other pair of hooves came down on his hips.


Pop!


He felt a jolt of pain, followed by a sense of relief as something in his back came loose. He let out a noise that was somewhere in between a scream and a moan. Buck it hurt, but she had been right, his body bucking needed this.


She kept stepping on him as pops and crackles emanated from his back and joints. It hurt like heck, but it also flooded his body with so many endorphins that he felt light headed. Which was a relief as she moved on. Done with his spine, she moved on to the muscles surrounding it and began to pound out the kinks and knots with well aimed stomps.


Hearing him stop complaining put a smile on Lotus’ muzzle, his complaints being replaced with grunts and slightly erotic moans however made her more enthusiastic than she’d expected even of herself, as she was a veteran within this industry.


When she finally stopped, he just laid there, basking in the afterglow of the pain, and the immense sense of relief in his whole body. Well, except for one part, that one was not at all released from the pressure… In fact, it was even worse than before, in a different way.


With a squeak of horror he realised she hadn't been going about stepping off of him at all. She had just put her hind hooves where he couldn't feel them! He strained his neck to look back, only to confirm what the dull ache in his abdomen was telling him. She was standing with half of her weight on his balls.


"G-get off," Tender spoke with a tremble in his voice. The stallion tried to lift himself from the table but found himself unable to do so as Lotus was standing on his shoulders, blocking any and all of his movements as if the mare had experienced such reactions before.


"Lay still," the mare demanded, one hoof moving from his shoulder to the back of his head. "Zis treatment could be dangerous if you move too much."
 
Her words didn’t calm him in the slightest, but there was little he could do as she pushed him into the table. He tried to struggle but she had him effectively pinned, and even if he couldn't exactly feel it, the damage she was doing to his stallionhood was sapping his strength.


"Please,’’ he begged, “you're crushing them!” But the spa mare simply let out a huff and increased the pressure. 


“I am not crushing anything,” she assured, “Zis treatment ees perfectly safe, as long as you don't move around too much.” She punctuated that last part by shoving his head down even firmer against the padded table.


Tender Taps could do nothing but shiver as he felt the mare shifted her weight further onto his foalmakers. He imagined them breaking under the pressure. “Please,” he tried again. “I don't want to be a gelding!”


“Vell of course not,” the mare sounded almost offended. “My sister and I are professionals, vee vould never do such a zing by accident. Now vill you just lie still and let me help you?”


That relaxed him somewhat. “What about on purpose?” he asked, an uneasy feeling rising in his belly, and not just from the nausea from having his balls busted. Could this be revenge for what he had been planning to do to Rumble? Where Babs and the spa sisters in on it?


“Vee vouldn't do zat eizer,” she reassured him, shifting her weight forward and lifting one of her hooves off his baby makers. The relief was brief as she soon stomped it back down.


“Then what are you doing now?” Tender panted, knowing that if it wasn't for the chastity spell blocking the feeling in his genitals, he would have been screaming in pain. As it was, he only felt a slight twinge in the pit of his stomach. 


“Zis ees just a massage,” Lotus placated. “To relive zee pent up energy in your testicles.”


“By crushing them?”


“Some force ees necessary,” the mare admitted, rocking the table beneath them with another hard stomp. “But no crushing, I told you zis ees perfectly safe.”


“But you do geld ponies?” Tender asked as the mare on top of him continued to try and turn his apples into cider.


“Vee help Babs viz zat,” Lotus admitted. “Zough vee never do more zan help her viz relaxing and distracting her patients.”


“Who…” Tender Taps’ words got caught in his throat as he felt her hoof fondle around one of his massive testicles, the sensation slightly reminding him of a traditional sort of massage. “Um, who else? Like other customers you’ve helped Babs with taking care of?”


"Babs' ozer customers?" Lotus repeated, taken aback by Tender's forwardness. "Vell, I've personally vitnessed Trouble Shoes—zee alicorn chastity spell vas too veak for a draft pony of his size, so to combat his desires, he villingly let go of zem."


Tender nodded his head at her answer, a little surprised to hear of such a large stud losing his, likely, massive package. "Any others?" He didn’t need to know of others, but he was desperately trying nonetheless to find something for him to get distracted by.


“Promontory and Caboose—zee two couldn’t take being intact vile also being stuck on train duty for ages,” Lotus said in her happy voice. "And of course, zee most prominent one is and vill probably always be Thunderlane. Zee vonderbolt couldn’t handle the stress of being surrounded by mares, he got far too backed up every year."


“W-wait, Rumble’s big brother?!” 


“Ja, zough zere vasn’t really anything big about him,” Lotus added, the mare giggling softly as she was reminded of the wonderbolts' last day as a stallion.


Tender didn’t register the mare’s giggling response, as his mind was clouded with other thoughts. ‘No… No way! Am I about to actually wipe out a whole family tree by mistake?’


“I hear he's about to become a Vonderbolt himself, soo eet ees not surprising he ees ‘ere for zee same treatment,” Lotus continued the conversation.


“Yeah,” Tender lied, and repeated what he'd just heard her say about Thunderlane, “He's absolutely swarmed with mares and he couldn't handle it.” He felt her give another stomp that sent a wave of nausea up his stomach and in an effort to distract himself he forced out a chuckle, “I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.”


The mare let out a giggle. “More like acorns zan apples, but ja.” He felt her probe around between his legs as she continued on. “Yours, however, are very much apples.”


Tender very much liked to hear that. “Maybe like melons?” he suggested.


“No,” came the crushing reply from Lotus. “Definitely apples.”


She seemed to have noticed him deflating after that one, because he felt her hoof pat against his mane as she hurried to reinflate his ego.


“No, zere's nothing to be ashamed of, apples are about zee biggest I've seen, and I've been running zis business for years viz my sister.”


“Really?” Tender asked.


“Of course,” she reassured him. “You're a real stud. I vill prove eet.”


Before Tender could form any fantasies about what she meant by that, he felt her forehooves lift off his shoulders entirely. The mare on top of him wobbled unsteadily and had to grab his tail to keep her balance.


For a brief moment Tender felt annoyed at having a mare be so on top of him. He was a stallion, he didn't like having his tail pulled, and he definitely shouldn't be below her. It was supposed to be the other way around! Then he realised what she was doing as a few stings of pain managed to penetrate even the numbing effects of the weakening chastity spell.


‘The bucking mare is standing with her entire weight on my stallionhood!’ “Get off!” he whined, surprised by how shrill his voice had gotten.


“Relax,” Lotus admonished, “Zey can take eet.”


“How do you know?!” Tender painted, the dull pain radiating up from his groyne was making it hard to breathe, and the weakening chastity spell only made it far worse… How close was the time to midnight?!


“Experience,” the mare replied with the simplest of tones. “I keep telling you, I ‘ave done zis massage many, many times. And you are a real stud voo can take eet. I zink I could even put my vole veight on just one of zem and eet vould be fine”


Those words made the stallion's blood freeze in his veins.


“But let's not risk zat,” she assured, and mercifully stepped off of him.


Tender felt blood rushing through his body and back down to reinflate what he imagined was left of his balls. He reached down with his hooves, fearing the worst, but to his utter relief he found two healthy orbs… or as healthy as could be, they were swollen to what felt like twice their size, he didn’t even dare look down to confirm what he felt. 


He cradled them as he tried to glare up at the pony who had so casually mare-handled them 


“I told you eet vould be fine,” Lotus replied with a proud smirk on her muzzle. “If I tried zat last part viz a lesser stallion eet vould ‘ave been dangerous, Thunderlane’s cracked like acorns!… Not zat I vould normally go zat far, but since Babs vas going to cut zem off anyways, no real loss. But zese apples!” She gripped his foal makers and gave them a hearty squeeze, “Zese can handle a mare and zen some.”


He tried to raise himself from the table once more, and this time found no resistance as the mare let him go. “Wow,” Tender whispered as his hooves hit the floor. “I feel… light? I feel so light on my legs!” Came his response, as he moved about the room.


“I told you zat you needed a massage,” Lotus responded, eyes eating him up as she was swept by forbidden desires. She had made a deal with Babs, but couldn’t help but indulge herself by scanning every single one of his healthy dancer muscles.


“But… I still don’t see the reason behind all of the foal maker stomping?” His face was engulfed by a questionable look as he turned to look at the spa mare.


“Zee veins in your testicles are always tense vile zee spell ees active,” Lotus argued, with one hoof placed onto his firm chest. “Zee massage helps expand your foal makers and in turn creates a false afterglow as zey calm down from zee rough treatment… Now, let us clean up here before vee join zee ozers.” 


Tender was left to his own thoughts as he stood there, the stallion moving his muscles slowly to try and get a feel of what the massage session had achieved. He felt good… by Luna’s moon above he felt better than he had in ages! He’d felt tense ever since he’d started dancing professionally under the watchful eyes of Countess Coloratura, and Miss Lotus had relieved all of that stress. It was well worth the pain.


His satisfied smile made Lotus feel proud, her pussy giving an instinctive wink as she moved over to remove the precum stain he’d created on her expensive table. She gave it a whiff, the feral mare within her more eager than ever to be mounted by a stallion she shouldn’t. She looked over at the clock and noted that there were only fifteen minutes left before the clock hit midnight. “...Zee rules are only zere for normal customers.”


“What was that Lotu—!” His eyes turned into darts as he felt a hot mouth devour the part of his stallionhood that had emerged, the feel of her hot tongue cleaning up his massive flare more distinct through the spell than what he’d felt moments earlier from the massage.


“Mmm, tasty!” Lotus exclaimed as she removed herself from between Tender's legs, his now clean flare glistening with her spit rather than because of precum. She moved to stand right before him, face looking at his as she opened her mouth, the copious amounts of pre inside a globby mess before she went about swallowing it all down. “Lets not keep zee ozers vaiting.” And with that she trotted past him.


Tender couldn’t believe his eyes, but found his disbelief evaporating as he realised this wasn’t at all the most crazy thing that had happened or would happen tonight. 


“I… I’m happy that you liked it.” He sounded shrill like earlier, his eyes drawn to her rump as she passed him on her way out. Yet his body refused to move as he got a whiff and look of her drenched teardrop, by the sun goddess called Celestia she had a pretty slit, the pink opening contrasting nicely with her fur. 


His stallionhood however only twitched lightly as he followed along, the stallion as if under trance as he was led towards his two companions.


To Be Continued…






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GRAHAM NOLEN