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Spa Seduction

Taking the Edge Off

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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It had been a long, hard winter for a mare, the kind of winter that seemed to drag on forever in mud and rain and wind and snow. It was not easy for someone who rather enjoyed being outside in better times and, frankly, had set up her life so that she could be outside as much as possible. But Amethyst, sometimes, needed a few creature comforts of her own, a red mare with her mane and tail loosely braided as she stood on the steps of the countryside spa.

"Finally..."

She exhaled, a light bag hitched up on her shoulder, mountains rising behind the spa building, which had the external appearance of being made out of timber, though it was surely a modern, well-insulated construct. Amethyst, however, didn't really care, ears twitching and her braided tail swishing lightly against the backs of her legs, the cool spring air nipping at her coat. She could be curious about the structure at another time, when she explored over her weekend there before her colt joined her, when her body wasn't aching for a massage.

Everything was taken care of inside the spa, though it happened as in a blur, a kind stoat coming to take her bag, even though she was more than capable of carrying it herself, the receptionist checking her in with a smile that, for once, appeared to be genuine. Still, she didn't want to force anything or be an imposition at the mountain retreat, a break from reality that, even then, was so very sorely needed. The mare would have been more than happy to spend a few days relaxing in the pools, the sauna and the steam room, though she'd heard there were other facilities on offer there too.

Amethyst smirked, lips quirking as amusement played across them. Well, there were most certainly other services at the spa and, if all had gone to plan already, one of them would be waiting on her room. Now that was someone at the spa hotel that she was more than willing to take advantage of!

They'd offered themselves, after all.

And there they were, kneeling and bound on the floor of her hotel room, a stallion anthro with a glowing, golden palomino coat and a pure white mane and tail that spilt down his body as if they had been especially combed out. A perfectly oiled leather bridle clasped his head gently, though the bit in his mouth had been swapped for a hard, rubber ball gag, the type of gag that one could really dig their teeth into without worrying about harm either to the device or their jaw.

"Oh, aren't you lovely..."

She murmured to herself, walking around him, taking in how his arms were tugged lightly behind him, his body, down to his lower stomach, trussed up in a black leather harness that stood out against his light coloured coat. The harness came with silver, metal fixings and O-rings that connected each strap perfectly, buckles gleaming, his arms able to be locked slightly behind him to the harness so that his shoulder blades were not pulled too much, all the while still reminding him of his restriction.

A rein that would not have been used on a non-consenting non-anthro equine hooked to the rings of the bridle, where the gag sat at the corners of his lips, two links of leather looping down to his chest. It was a means of control, forcing him to put a beautiful arch into his neck, though it was the kind of bondage that stopped him from lifting his head, restricting him even further, a bondage that, of course, had to be consented to.

His knees were forced apart with a spreader bar, but the most delicious part of that particular part of her stay there was how his balls and sheath were exposed, the former of which hung between his spread knees. His fetlocks and hooves had been left free, thicker as if there was a coat of feather there, some draft horse in his heritage, but his shaft had been forced from his sheath with a cock ring around the base, preventing it from retreating. The mare's eyes gleamed. Just as she liked it. Held there for her attention and no more than that, not permitted to attain pleasure or relief, not when she had so much more to take from him.

"I think you'll do nicely...for a start."

She cast off her T-shirt and shorts, the comfortable clothes that she had worn for travelling, a low, satisfied hum rising from her throat. Her colt could wait, for he would not be long after her, she was sure of it, even if he was due to arrive at the spa later that day. Tugging the golden palomino to the bed, only so that she had something there to steady herself, she propped a hoof up on the bed with a grin, revealing her bare sex to the equine, her underwear tangled up in the shorts that she had already slipped off. There in nothing more than her chestnut coat of hair, a white diamond in the centre of her forehead, she could take everything she willed and more.

The stallion grunted, his tail flicking across the floor lightly behind him, the soft carpet plush, at least, for him to kneel upon. Her sex teased lightly across the front of the ball gag, smearing her juices and scent into his nose, up close to his nostrils while they fluttered and puffed with short, sharp breaths, dragging all the air needed into his lungs that way. But the stallion had no say and neither did he want any say as the ball gag was removed, a passive player in how he was used, working his jaw only briefly before her sex pressed insistently to his lips.

He knew his job well, however, even if he was not to give her his name, all of the anthros servicing others at the spa there well-trained and anonymous. It was to protect them, though Amethyst did not consider that too deeply, winding her fingers through his mane to draw him in closer, his tongue snaking out expertly to kiss her folds.

"Oh, yes..."

She might not have been lying back on the bed, but having a spa-slave there before her in bondage added an extra spicy edge to everything that she needed more than a long, slow orgasm. Sometimes the quick and the furtive came with even more desire tangled up in it, mumbling sweetness under her breath, her ears twitching back and forth, though she had everything right there before her that she needed at that time. Only the teasing laps of his tongue, pressing between her folds, drew her lightly back to reality, a pleasurable warming of reality that seared through her entire body in the very best of ways.

Groaning, she rolled her head back, the exposure of her bare throat hardly vulnerable, not when she so casually held such a position of power. His tongue pressed into her, seeking out her sensitive spots, yet he found them without any trouble at all, his skill showing through. Under no illusion that hers was the first pussy that the stallion had eaten out that day, she leaned back a little, rolling her hips up to meet the tantalising strokes of his tongue, simply in it to enjoy the ride.

"Ohhh... Mmmm..."

She didn't have to hold back, for she was sure that no sounds would filter through the heavy hotel room door to the hallway beyond - besides, it was part of what the spa offered. If they did not expect to hear some sex noises, they wouldn't have made it a key feature of the spa, even down to the kink dungeon and private play rooms that could be hired out below the ground floor. With the spa being set over multiple levels, she was particularly interested in the one that had a St Andrew's Cross set up with a full-wall window looking out over a waterfall. The reflections and ambiance... Mmm...

Some things were worth paying a little extra money for.

The stallion lapped deeply, fingers twitching as if he wanted to tease them up inside her too, though they were trapped behind him, helpless if not useless. He compensated with his tongue, his mane messed up where she twisted her fingers into it, holding him exactly where she wanted him, sweeping it deeply up inside, practically trembling against her. One tiny sensation was difficult to differentiate from any other, though the mare languished right where she was, skin prickling with heat, her dock flicking up as the braid of her tail twisted to the side in a whish of thick hair.

"Mmm...Yes... Come on, there's a good boy..."

He moaned against her at the praise and she encouraged him even more, pulling him against her, fingers griping tightly, though she did not need to release him, not in the slightest. With a low groan, she allowed every drop of pleasure that wanted to come to flow through her, whisper by whisper, until it built to a burning crescendo, her sex soaked, whinnying shrilly.

Yet what need did she have for self-control when she was already right where she wanted to be, getting the best start ever to her holiday? Amethyst's ears splayed out lustfully as she let her high take her, skin prickling, aching through as if it curled up more deeply inside her than ever, panting heavily through her nostrils. The stallion grunted, eagerly eating her out, his tongue flicking up against and again, lips closing around her clit where they had already so kindly been rubbing against her nub even as he lapped. Her juices trickled down his chin, thin and dribbling, yet he tried his best, even then, to lap up everything he could reach, tail flicking back and forth like a colt who was best suited to being down on his knees.

The air was quiet in the hotel room, bar her softening breaths, regaining lost air into her lungs, and the wet slurp of his tongue pulling along her slick flesh. She huffed hotly, ears flicking, running her fingers through his mane, though it did not lie as prettily down his neck as it had before, the scent of sex hanging in the air, tainted by a tickle of sweat. The mare smirked, running her fingers down his face. He had a thin stripe of white down the front of his head, something that she hadn't noticed before. To be fair to Amethyst, she had been a little preoccupied...

"Not a bad start... See to it that you're here tomorrow evening also, at eight. I have someone who might well want to meet you..."

But, for the moment, she was done with him. There was no need for pillow talk with a consensual spa-slave nor any need for sweet moments as there would be someone along to take care of him in due course, she was confident of that. Gathering a fresh change of clothes, a robe and a towel, along with her swim wear, she made her way down to the spa on the ground floor, boasting an indoor and an outdoor pool that she was dying to try out.

It was something new for her not to have to worry about anything, to go from one moment to the next without fussing, without fretting, without thinking that she had some work to do, that there was someone, something, somewhere that needed her attention. There, she was anonymous, not someone who could deliver something to the spa staff, just another patron, even if they did, of course, know her by name. With it being such an exclusive location with a hefty price tag attached, every need was catered for. All she had to do was to enjoy it.

And wasn't that a luxury?

They greeted her warmly at the entrance to the leisure facilities, though she forwent the gym that time. She'd done more than enough work to warrant a break, looking to soothe, to recover, not work out her muscles even more. Cardio too, most certainly, could wait: not her favourite activity by far, unless it involved the bedroom. She donned a simple bikini, strapless over the chest with bottoms cut to show off her best features, and stepped lightly out to the pool, her mane and tail out of their braids, flowing freely down her body with a light curl to them. A towel was set aside for later, the mare plunging deep into the water.

It was not deep, to be fair, but enough that she could not feel the bottom at the deep end, striking out into a backstroke, enjoying the flow of the cool water, not too warm, not too cold, around her ears, how her mane tickled her body as it flowed down. It was just right, everything perfect, and she took her time, allowing everything to come exactly as it was intended to. There were others in the pool too, of course, but those with staff lanyards around their necks were of the most interest to her. Everyone else would just need to be a bystander, watching, or perhaps she could even play the part of the voyeur. On certain days and hours, of which she was covered by, the spa itself could be used for more adult activities too...

Drawing herself from the pool, looking for the steam room, she caught the eye of a small, light Arctic fox, his fur dry and brushed, so fluffy that there was a part of her that ached to run her fingers through it. The ceiling of the pool stretched overhead in a line of sheer glass, sunshine glancing through, warming her coat, though she grazed her eyes with his only briefly. She didn't need anymore than that.

The steam room beckoned, the wet, clinging heat soothing the aches and pains from her body, leaning back on the smooth bench as the glass door closed behind her, keeping as much heat as possible trapped in there with her.

"Mmm..."

Alone, she relaxed, thinking of the tensions held in her body, letting them be free, one by one. It was a shame that it was the kind of spa where one was still expected to be wearing clothing, or covered up outside the changing rooms, but that didn't mean that she didn't want to enjoy every benefit it had to offer. Maybe if she visited the sauna, she'd have to ensure that she had a towel around her only, which was more easily disposed of for cleaning, more hygienic in her opinion. The steam room sank into her body, however, deeply resting her muscles, though she barely perked her ear when the door opened.

"A little fox said that you might like some company..."

It was not the fox that she had teased with a sway of her hips but a taller cheetah, his tail swinging behind him, an easy grin on his lips, though his whiskers quivered. Amethyst was almost too relaxed to take him up on his offer, but the soft, heavy heat of the steam room begged a slower kind of lust entirely.

"Come here," she all but purred, crooking her finger in the direction of the sultry feline, so slim and powerful in his coiled glory. "Sit. I think you can help me relax some..."

He sat as the horse bid, sliding down his loose shorts, though Amethyst was sure that the spa employees had more than enough changes of clothing at the resort to last them a lifetime if anything became destroyed or torn off in a fit of passion. The cheetah's cock was quick to rise to attention, a lightly barbed, but softly so with no sharpness to the thicker, plumper spines, cock that begged attention. Yet that was the very thing that the cheetah was there to give her as the mare tugged her bikini bottoms to the side, not even bothering to disrobe as she presented her already slick folds to the tapered head of his cock.

No words were needed, not as she sank onto him, taking him deep, not caring for the hardness of the bench, a tingle of eucalyptus in the air. She moaned, letting her nose tip forward, the feline purring, tail flicking, the dark rosettes of spots standing out from his brighter fur, the bulk of his body. Her paws ran down his chest, feeling the firm, functional muscle there, not an ounce of spare fat on the cheetah, even though she could not feel his ribs without pressing, not through his covering coat of fur.

"Mmm..."

They moaned, rolling their hips together in ecstasy, the cheetah spearing lightly up into her, though there was no rush to their lust, taking their time, allowing passion to rise exactly as and when it was desired. It needed to be no more than what it was as steam floated around them, the air stirred up by even the light movement of their bodies coming together, her sex squeezing around him, a delightful glint in her eye. It was a small movement, a subtle little thing, the soft barbs raking through her passage every time she rose from his cock, though the cheetah's shaft filled her nicely.

It was a good moment, one that would linger in her mind for long after it passed, the cheetah staff member dipping his head to sensually kiss and nuzzle at her breasts, having tugged her strapless bikini top down under them to have full access. Even the light tickling of his whiskers had her quivering, the mare catching her breath, groaning deeply up in the back of her throat, tail flicking back and forth. It swung more heavily, the hairs clinging together with moisture still lingering from the pool, for only so much wringing out of the long flow of hair could be done before slipping into the steam room after a rinse off in the shower. The cheetah did not seem to mind as it swung against his legs, pulling at her nipples, one after the other, catching them between his lips and grazing them, ever so gently, with his teeth.

It was the mark of a predator, the sharp flush that a prey anthro simply could not bring to the table. And yet it was still the mare who was in control, flashing him a devious grin, her fingers curling, tightly, around his shoulder. Her hips rocked more fervently, interested in her own pleasure, though from the huffing pants the feline gave too, it seemed that he was coming closer and closer to his own high.

"Can you hold off?" She breathed, arching her back for a touch of different sensation, pressing his cock up against her G-spot, holding down a grunt. "Mmm... With that view, I doubt it..."

With his head tipped the way it was, her breasts filled his vision, the pink of her nipples showing through her chestnut fur, the cheetah moaning softly. Yet he was only there to serve, shivering under her despite the heat of the steam room, a body moving past the door but nobody disturbing them. Not that it would have mattered if anyone walked in on them, but Amethyst rather preferred having her partners completely to herself until she was done with them. Some would say she was jealous like that, though all she knew was that she knew what she wanted. To her, that would never be a bad thing.

But he could not hold off, forced to push his paw urgently down between their bodies to at least attempt to bring Amethyst off first, the mare's smirk coming with a flush of pride. Oh, she liked that she could rile even the spa staff up to such a point that their skill and training wavered, though she had not really done anything much at all. It was all in the attitude, though there was surely a wide variety of patrons, from all walks of life, frequenting the spa.

His fingers played with her clit expertly, pressing down for a little more wider pressure as to the flesh around her nub, squeezing and circling, letting soft tremors ease into her body. The need to climax built and built as she ground her hips needily against him, allowing the cheetah to take her there, a low yowl breaking his lips in the moment before she claimed his lips with hers.

Kissing him deeply, she pinned him back to the hard bench, the smooth back of it providing an ample rest for him, as much as her knees ached. With the heavy heat wrapped around them, it was a little more difficult to breathe than either may have liked, but they would not be there for all that much longer as he grunted and pressed against her, shoulders shuddering with need. His tongue tangled with hers, but it was the mare who easily dominated, bearing his tongue down with hers as she took her chance to explore his muzzle, even brushing her tongue against his sharper, feline teeth.

Neither could have said which one of them got off first, but it was close enough that it could have been said to be together in the sultry heat, the mare tensing, bearing down, the short claws of his free paw finding her hip and digging in sharply. The flesh of sensation pulsed through her as orgasm gripped her, the pull of her sex wrapped around his aching shaft, pushing deep inside her as she sank down, refusing to allow any part of his cock to remain outside her pussy in her moment of need.

Their orgasms dragged out, his seed flowing up inside her, slickening the tightness of her passage around his cock, though there were no more thrusts to come. Her bikini bottoms clung to the side of his shaft, but neither noticed, kissing passionately, nostrils flaring and puckering as they drew in what breath they could, a little light-headed.

Amethyst moaned into his mouth, drawing back slowly, sleepily, her eyelids heavy.

"Mmm... That was very nice. Are all the cats here as quick to take a lady as you are?"

The cheetah's jaw dropped, stammering, blushing, even when he should have been well used to such teasing, Amethyst's chuckle staying with him as the mare tugged her attire back into place and bid adieu to the steam room. It was time for a break and, dressed appropriately once more, she grumbled at the need to slip into the shower to rinse off the sweat from her body before dropping into the plunge pool.

Cold water enveloped her, surprising after the heat of the steam room, and she grit her teeth, stifling a gasp at the cold, as invigorating as it was. They were an acquired taste, to be fair, though she wanted to experience more, awake and ready, even as the afterglow of lust tingled through her.

There was more still to experience at the spa, leaving the leisure area for the time being and heading to a massage that she had been told was pre-scheduled for her. That one was a surprise, though her mind mused over it as she patted her coat dry, brushing out her hair and blowing drying it in nothing but her bare coat in the changing rooms. Perhaps she would have a stud, someone who could do a nice, deep tissue massage, or maybe it would be softer, sweeter, with aromatherapy. There were even hot stone massages on offer too and she wondered what one of those would be like, the heat of the stones sinking into her, giving her the impression that they were much heavier than they actually were, pinning her to an imagined massage table.

But she would see who would be there to take care of her and she was sure that, once again, the spa and the service offered would deliver everything she could have wanted.

Amethyst wasn't disappointed. Ascending the stairs to the private treatment room, nude but for the long, white robe that covered her modesty, she entered a softly lit room with light music playing with a stag, not heavily muscled and not skinny but perfectly in the middle, holding the door open for her.

"After you, ma'am," he murmured, a tilt to his head, a full rack of antlers tapping against the wall behind him as he allowed her space. "We have a very special treatment set up for you today, all set to the preferences outlined when you made your booking. Unless you have any special requests?"

She smiled, letting him take her paw and kiss it, a charmer who was good at what he did, though she only hoped that he was as good with his paws and tongue as he was his words. That he was only wearing the typical black pair of shorts required for most male staff members there helped too, a nice bulge promising a good time, if that was the way that things were to go.

"I'd rather see what you have in mind," she murmured silkily, running her fingers up his chest and pushing his jaw up lightly as she tugged her paw back from his. "Impress me."

He stuttered, eyes widening a fraction, caught on the back hoof, though he tried to follow through quickly, sweeping into the room, a little more rushed than he would otherwise have been. And, just like that, Amethyst had the power back where it belonged in her paws, sure that she would get everything she wanted there and more.

She laid herself down, allowing him to slip the robe from her shoulders, comfortable in her nudity. No towel was needed and she waved him off with a smile, flicking her tail to the side as she laid face-down with her nose through the padded, lavender-scented hole in the massage table.

And, oh, how he impressed her, paws sweeping down her back, soothing muscle that had been sore for too long, overworked for too long, working heat into her body first so that she was even more pliable, at least for her massage, under his paws. There were no such things as knots that needed to be worked out, but there were contractions in her muscles from where she had held herself protectively, overworking and working in bad posture. Not everything could be fixed in a short amount of time, but it could most certainly be eased as she melted under his expert paws.

Soon enough, however, the stag's paws worked lower and lower, easing over her glutes and kneading deep into her backside in a way that was not purely work, not that kind of professional. It could have been, under different circumstances, but she flicked her tail against his paws, teasingly draping it where the hair dried.

The stag shivered, working down the backs of her legs, coming in closer and closer, yet the cord of tension that linked them strung out tighter and tighter. It had to break, sooner or later, but both mare and stag were willing to see what it could be played into first of all, Amethyst shifting slightly to maintain her comfort, the familiar stirring of need rising in the pit of her stomach.

He showed his true colours, however, almost climbing up on the table behind her and parting her rear cheeks with his paws. Before the equine could even take another breath, his muzzle shoved between her cheeks, tongue out and flickering over her tail hole, the tight pucker of flesh there, in a tenacious dance.

"Mmmph..."

She tightened her paw into a fist, tensing up, but in a good way. It was difficult to hold too much tension in her body when his tongue delved into her tail hole, tracing around the pucker and pushing back in, keeping her guessing as to what he would do next. Pleasure tingled through her, though he kept more to the sensitive ring of flesh rather than trying to lap deeply up inside her. It was good, yet only a taste of more to come, rimming her tail hole with loving submission.

"Do you treat all your clients like this?" Amethyst teased, keeping the pant out of her voice. "Or just the ones you want to get on your knees for?"

She swore she could feel his blush as he tongued her arsehole, running around, even up under the dock of her tail while her body quivered. It brought with it a new kind of need, but the massage helped everything remain relaxed, rocking her weight lightly from left to right, from one hip to the other, but otherwise merely enjoying the attention that was being lavished upon her. There was little else that was needed, not as her tail flicked up, allowing him to stroke with his fingers around the sensitive base, the dock where so many tiny nerve-endings were located.

He slipped down, licking his lips, her pussy glistening with a hint of her arousal, though it was not as if the mare was trying to hide it. His fingers slid into her, parting her folds and her sex for him, curling up inside her for her G-spot, though it took a few experimental strokes and twitches of his fingers before he caught exactly where it was. What would have taken less experienced males perhaps several sessions or more he caught onto swiftly, demonstrating his skill. Yet it was not skill without passion and Amethyst groaned, moving her legs apart a little more for him. Her clit pressed lightly into the padding of the massage table, though she was not in any position for his muzzle to work her over as she wanted, even if she was exactly in the position that she wanted to be in.

"Deeper, buck," she breathed, teasing, one ear flicking back to him as if he was not quite worth the attention of her turning her head. "Use those fingers... I thought I said to impress me?"

He grunted as if put out, though if he was ever so slightly riled up that would be even closer to getting her what she wanted out of everything. Amethyst grinned, rolling her hips back up onto all fours, though the stag moved away before she could take a touch more control, grinding onto his fingers and muzzle.

Ah, but he had something better in mind, adjusting the height of the table so that it came back down to roughly his hips, the bulge rising more stringently in the front of his black shorts. With a pointed look from the mare, he slipped out of them, kicking them off his cloven hooves where they would not get in the way, and she scooted back to the edge of the table, still lying on her front, but with her legs hanging over it, her pussy poised at the edge.

"Show me what you've got, buck, perhaps there's even a tip in it for you..."

He chuffed a laugh, taking his hardening cock in his paw, stroking it lightly, though it only took a couple of pumps to get it to full hardness.

"I don't work for tips, but you are making this a challenge."

That was just what made it all the more entertaining for her, letting him line up behind her, not honestly wanting to move all that much after her steam and her massage. Some would have called it topping from the bottom, but Amethyst called it "doing exactly what she wanted". It was something indeed to have a male penetrate her when she controlled every stroke, able to take the pleasure quite as if she was receiving a different kind of massage entirely.

And yet he surprised her, not presenting his cock to her pussy straight away but something smaller to her tail hole. Slick and lubricated, it eased into her backdoor entrance easily, stretching open the loosened pucker of flesh, a small plug that widened towards the middle to a nice stretch. Yet it was not as small as she grunted with the light strain, popping in easily to the neck of the plug once it was past that widest part.

"Mmm..."

Then and only then did she flick her tail to the side in open invitation, allowing the stag to mount her, his long, thick cock slipping inside her easily with all the preparation. Having another's paws on her got the mare hotter and readier than ever, moaning softly, taking every moment of pleasure that was offered to her, her head popping up from the table as she rested it on her arms instead.

His cock filled her perfectly with more of a stretch than the cheetah's shaft had given her as it pushed deep, the stag perfectly poised to please her with long, sensual rolls of his hips. He grunted out his need, nostrils quivering, yet she shot him a glance back, daring him to do more. She had said for him to impress her, after all, had she not?

She was not yet impressed, but she was due to be as her sex tightened around him, bringing him to a chuffing pant, his rack of antlers tilted as he drove on, need flooding his body. He thrust hard, hips bouncing off her backside with every stroke, though she spread her legs amenably, bare hooves digging into the flooring for purchase. She wasn't going anywhere and neither was the table she lay on, groaning softly, letting roll after roll of pleasure wash through her.

Yet it all ramped up another notch as he pressed to the base of the plug under her tail, vibrations travelling up inside her as the tightness of being filled in two holes at once strained through her entire body. Electric thrills tingled through her entire form, moaning aloud, twisting her head to the side to watch the stag lean over her, a line of desperation in his muzzle where she could see that he was trying harder than he had recently to please her.

It was good to see someone trying, her lips pulling up on one side with a smirk. But he had given her what she'd wanted and that was coming under her control: he didn't have to be trussed up and bound to do that. He only had to submit, to obey, to go beyond what the limits of merely doing his job were.

It didn't have to be just fun for the mare, after all.

She squeezed around him, deliberately letting her legs come a little closer together as orgasm rose, the pound of his cock pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Having a break between her climaxes helped her get there again swiftly, not having to worry at all about that pressure blending to strain, lingering solely in pleasure. That was a better place to be, Amethyst thought, gripping the table, rolling her hips back against him as the stag huffed and puffed, his soft-skinned balls bouncing off her body with every thrust.

Yet it was the mare who climaxed first with a devious whinny, shrill and high-pitched, conveying every drop of need that she did not need to hold back. All that she needed, all that she desired, ripples of pleasure escalating to waves, her body contracting, muscles pulling around the stag's cock and the butt plug alike. The delicious tightness ached through her as she arched her back, shoulder blades pushing back, heat tingling, simmering, needing every second of it.

It had to come down from such a high, however, leaving her with a full-body, warming afterglow, grunting softly, her tail flicking back and forth against the stag's stomach. He eyed her up, licking his lips, but Amethyst, once more, caught him off-guard with a wave of her paw, pointing back.

He caught onto her meaning, separating from her, his cock sliding out with a lewd slop of her arousal, enough to coat his cock in a gleam of combined sexual fluids but not to drool in a messier cream-pie, which could have been the case if he had spent himself inside her. The mare groaned as she sat up, perched on the massage table, stretching her arms out over her head as the butt plug jostled inside her.

"Mmm... That was good. Best massage I've had in a while, buck."

She grinned, dropping him a wink as a blush rose to his cheeks, though the deer did not hide how he looked at her, still with the hunger of one who had not reached their own high in their eyes. But that wasn't Amethyst's problem, not even with his raging hard-on twitching faintly with the pump of blood within.

"I think that's all for me today. I'll see myself out."

Standing, she bent slightly to tug the butt plug out, relaxing as it pulled free, and set it on the table with a smile. As if everything she was doing was perfectly normal, the stag's ears perked forward to her, expecting more, she hummed a tune that only she knew to herself, a swing in her hips as she swept up her robe in one paw. That, unfortunately, would still be needed outside the treatment room. Still, she hoped there would be another treat waiting for her in her hotel room, whether her colt had made it to the spa or not.

"Uh..."

The stag shifted, standing as if he didn't know what to do, tail flicking, antlers accidentally rapping a shelf that he shuddered away from. She cast him a look, her arousal marking her inner thighs, hardly even pausing as she made for the door.

"Oh, were you expecting something more?"

Amethyst quirked an eyebrow, blowing the stag a kiss as she donned her robe. He let out a grunt as her body was, once again, covered up, his cock still hard, still leaking, his needs not quite met. Or, at least, not met in the way that he expected them to, appearing smaller than her, despite his rack of antlers putting himself a good head and almost shoulders too above the mare physically. Control could do that to an anthro, though it was rare that it was savoured so sweetly.

"I'm sure I'll see you again...if you're good."

She left the stag to figure out what that meant, a smile on her legs and comfortably satisfied, at least for the time being. Maybe she'd come see him again or maybe she wouldn't - but she'd see, one way or another, how far he was prepared to enjoy the quiver in his legs, the need that made him want to drop before her, to please, to serve. It might be nothing at all, yet that was half the fun in playing her little games, everyone getting what they wanted, in the end.

Amethyst smiled.

The rest of her spa trip, especially after her partner arrived, was sure to be even better than how it had begun.

She'd make sure of it.