The Gentle Crush Spa
By: Blobskin

Contains: MLP, macro, gentle, breath play, and descriptions of other lewd activities
Version: 1

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The Gentle Crush.

Officially, it was just a spa. But its clientele knew the truth. It was a brothel. A [i]very[/i] strange one. It only served one or two customers a day and you couldn't even schedule a visit unless you were invited.

And that... was pretty much all Bronze Bell knew about the place. An old friend of his had been the one to invite him, but the prankster's instructions had been frustratingly vague.

[i]"When you get there you should lock the lobby doors behind you. See, only one customer is allowed in the building at a time, so locking the doors makes sure no one else accidentally breaks the rules. There is no receptionist to do it for you. Or to give you directions to your room. So you'll have to remember what you signed up for and follow the signs. Trust me though, The Gentle Crush has a stupidly simple layout. Only a blind pony could get lost. And make sure to be polite during your session! The owner, Miss Light Step, likes what she does, but not for rude stallions. You'll understand real-quick once you meet her. She is the kind of mare you do [/i]not[i] want to get angry."[/i]

After that the conversation devolved into Bell probing for explanations while his friend Cobalt played up the mystery. But Bell eventually gave in. Cobalt clearly enjoyed the service he'd gotten at The Gentle Crush and he could be pretty persuasive even while dodging questions.

So here he was. Anxiously stepping into a boring lobby. Wooden floor, wooden walls, wooden ceiling. No decorations or chairs. No windows. But at least the lights were on.

The wall opposite the sturdy double door entrance sported two large signs and an open slot. The left side was for the menu, the right was for the rules customers were expected to follow. And the cut in the wall was a chute leading down to a collection bowl. Where the stallion was supposed to drop his payment after his session was over.

Bronze Bell quickly turned around and, uncomfortably, slid the available wooden bolt across the door. Blocking the entrance felt [i]extremely[/i] weird, but it wasn't like he was trapping himself. The big lock was on this side, so he could easily undo it and leave whenever he wanted. That done, he next approached the far wall to eye the menu. As Cobalt had warned him, every item was written with a touch of code. At first glance it read like a list of services a pony might find at any fancy massage parlor. Yet, many items were tinged with something a bit more... suggestive. Like "Full Body Rear Press". Or "Love Dive". Suspicious terminology that, even with the warning, left Bell's head spinning trying to decipher it.

Fortunately, Bell didn't have to choose anything. He'd already signed up for something. The [i]Upper Sauna[/i]. Cobalt had highly suggested it because it was [i]"the easiest for new stallions"[/i]. Sort of like the menu before him now, Bell wasn't entirely sure how to interpret that statement. Ultimately though, neither mattered. He was here and it was just a matter of getting to his room in time.

Two hallways led away from the lobby in either direction. A sign hung over each listing services from the menu. Half on one side, half down the other. There were yet more halls and intersections further in too, each one marked with smaller and smaller signs as the number of items was further divided. But Bell obediently followed the directions leading to his choice. Soon there were doors clearly labeled with specific services and even a staircase that went down. However, he was directed to a staircase going up. Finally, he found himself before a door with a simple title: Upper Sauna.

Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed open the door and gazed into the room where everything was supposed to happen.

It... was kind of boring. Yet also strange.

Bell had never actually been in a sauna before. They simply didn't make sense to him. Hard work made a pony sweat which, if not washed away, could leave them smelly or, in some cases, worse. So the idea of stepping into a room whose [i]only[/i] purpose was to [i]make[/i] him sweat... he didn't get it. Other than it was supposed to feel good? Whatever. The point is, he hadn't known quite what to expect.

The room was open and spacious. The floor, as always, was smooth wood with a fine wax coating that left it shiny. There was a shelf to his right filled with towels and colorful bottles. There was a clock above the door and four air vents that he could see. Two on the ceiling and two at the base of either side wall.

All details he could have predicted.

What he could have never foreseen however, was the heavy black tarp anchored all along the perimeter of the back wall like some sad attempt at wallpaper. Yet a large amount of the material was loosely scrunched up in the middle. Bell honestly couldn't make sense of the mess. It was as though the sheet they had tried to cover the wall with had been as far from flat as could be, but somepony had insisted on using it anyway. Which left them with a ball of sagging cloth hanging from the wall like an ugly growth.

Yet there was another feature in the room even more attention grabbing.

The center of the floor had been lowered a step to make-way for the strangest seat Bell had ever seen. While at first glance it would have been easy to mistake it for a lawn or rocking chair, the amount of supports was easily triple what he would have expected. The seat was obviously meant for long-term reclining, so a customer could spend the whole session basically lying down, but the amount of reinforcement was ridiculous. The entire back of the chair was a tangle of beams and joints that left his eyes crossed trying to follow the design.

Bell shook his head. What had he gotten himself into? A glance at the clock revealed he had a good 10 minutes until his session began. So he shrugged and moved to sit down. Content to wait for Miss Light Step.

Surprisingly, the seat wasn't comfortable at all. It was hard and the wood immediately dug into his back and flanks. Bell quickly jumped up again and eyed it with frustration and a touch of confusion. Was this a bad omen? With a snort, Bell resolved to hope he'd just used the chair wrong. However that worked. Whatever. He was fine standing for a few minutes. Most of which he spent staring at the back wall and its lump of dark fabric. Wondering why it was here when the rest of the facility had seemed so clean and well-built.



After several minutes of nervous anticipation, he felt the first tremor. A moment later the room shook ever so slightly again. Then again. And again after that. Each barely stronger than the last. Earthquake? Sinkhole? Sudden structural failure?! Bell spun in a circle, hooves tapping, fear rising, debating what he should do. Because there was another possibility floating in his head.

The Gentle Crush was located some distance from the city. Basically, he was in the middle of nowhere. So the growing vibrations could always be something even worse.

A giant.

While it wasn't universal, the general rule was to avoid them. Especially when outside the safety of cities or towns. Most giants who lived apart from civilization were cruel. They didn't consider common ponies as much more than insects. Or they thought of their tiny cousins as toys for their own amusement. Being caught by a giant with a superiority complex could even be a death sentence. Any suspicion a wild giant might be nearby was a pretty good reason to get jumpy.

So what should he do? Going outside would leave him exposed. Visible. But sadistic giants were always attracted to buildings. Because they knew little ponies liked to hide in them. And isolated structures like this must have been doubly alluring.

And while Bell struggled through the paradox, the source of the tremors drew closer and closer. Soon it was impossible to deny. Those were obviously footsteps and they were nearly on top of him! There was a giant outside. Right. Now.

[b]What. Should. He. Do?![/b]

Silence.

Bell stood near the door, uncertain. His heart pounded. His breath came in quick gulps. Everything was still. The calm before the storm.

His ears twitched. A voice. Deep. Mumbling? Another pause. Then there was a clicking sound. Loud enough that he flinched.

The wall behind the twisted black tarp fell away. It was tearing the building apart to get to him! It knew [i]exactly[/i] where he was?!

Then the cloth dropped. Crumpling into a pile that threatened to spill over the edge and out of the room. But that wasn't what had his full wide-eyed attention.

The head of a giant mare filled the opening. Light sky blue fur. Bright orange eyes. Long pointed lashes. Blonde mane tied into a professional bun. She seemed to be a touch on the older side, maybe late 30's, but she had a dash of dark freckles that were throwing off his estimation. Not that Bell really cared. The mare was 50 feet (15 meters) tall! Even now, the only reason he was staring her in the face was due to her laying down. If she had been standing, then despite being on the second floor, he would have been looking at her thighs. At the highest.

Bell froze in place. He should have bolted. Thrown open the door and run for his life. But he couldn't get his dumb legs to move. He was going to die!

Meanwhile, the giant blinked back at him. Her head tilted slightly while a frown began to form. Then she smacked her lips in irritation.

"Not again. You weren't told, were you?" she asked, her voice booming.

Bell's trembling lessened as confusion took root. "Uh, told... what?" he replied weakly. How was he supposed to talk to a giant?

Her brow lowered while her frustration rose. "Do you know who I am?"

He couldn't find his voice and simply shook his head.

The huge mare grumbled, the sound deep and powerful like some machine. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed. When she spoke again her voice was much lighter and more feminine. "My name is Light Step."

Bell gasped. "Y-you're a giant!?"

The mare held back a giggle. "Well, yes. I am. But who failed to tell you that? Who invited you?" she demanded.

The shock hit him so hard he didn't consider his answer for more than a second. "Cobalt Sheet."

Miss Light Step nodded, horn glowing. A giant-sized clipboard floated to her from somewhere beyond his view and she began scribbling aggressively while mumbling a lazy threat. "Next time he visits, his session is going to be [i]rough[/i]. Hmph!"

Meanwhile, Bell shifted in place awkwardly. The situation was changing so fast he was utterly lost at this point. Though he wasn't about to complain. He'd take... whatever was happening, over dying any day.

Luckily for him, the massive mare was done writing and put away her clipboard. Then she focused on him and began to speak more quietly than before. "I'm sorry. I really don't think this joke is funny either, yet it seems like a third of my customers enjoy springing it on their friends. My name is Light Step and I run the Gentle Crush. I am a giant, yes, but I'm one of the nice ones. In fact, I'm one of the [i]really[/i] nice ones," she smiled warmly. "What's your name, cutie?"

He swallowed. "Bronze Bell."

Miss Light Step gave him a bit more space by pulling her head back. "It's nice to meet you mister Bell. Would you like a moment to relax or..." her voice faded for a few seconds as she revised her words. "Do you even know what you signed up for?"

"The uh... Upper Sauna?"

She merely quirked a brow. "And? Do you know what that is? Do you know where you are or what kind of business this is?"

He blushed and looked down at his hooves. "This is uh... a um... I was told this is a... brothel," he eventually mumbled out cautiously, afraid he might insult her.

"Yup," she chirped happily. "At least you were told that much." Then her expression softened again. "Please don't be afraid of me. I want to make you feel good."

Bell was suddenly hit with a realization and straightened in surprise. "W-wait a minute. This is a brothel. And you're supposed to be the uh... entertainment?"

Miss Light Step snickered and nodded. "That's right, cutie."

"But," he stammered. "This place serves... [i]normal[/i]... ponies..." He stared at her. "You have... sex... with... our kind?"

"I do. Regularly," she replied with a shameless shrug.

Bell's mouth hung open. "Why? H-how?" he babbled stupidly.

The giant mare giggled. Then she lowered her eyelids invitingly and leaned forward, her muzzle filling more and more of his view. "Because I find you tiny things absolutely adorable. You might not be anywhere near properly [i]big[/i] enough for me, but rocking the world of a little thing like you is more than enough to get me [i]off[/i]. If you know what I mean," she whispered [i]very[/i] suggestively.

He couldn't help going beet red at her words. She was an extremely forward mare.

"As for how," she continued, turning her head so he could only gaze into one of her eyes, which she fluttered at him. "I could always show you, if you're interested. And don't worry. There's a reason I called this place The [i]Gentle[/i] Crush. I am fully aware of how big I am."

Bell cleared his throat before responding as coolly as he could manage. "I uh... don't think I'm ready for that. You're uh... a [i]lot[/i] of mare to handle."

"That I am," Miss Light Step agreed with a snort of amusement and a roll of her eyes. "So, do you still want your session? Or is even my teasing too much for you?"

"The sauna," he muttered, taking in the room once more. "We're... not going to... have sex... right?"

"Is that what you thought was going to happen?" she asked while holding back a laugh.

"Uh... yeah? I wasn't sure how else a sauna could be... sexy. Unless... you were just going to sit in here with me. You know, get... sweaty with me," Bell described with growing embarrassment. It sounded silly to say aloud, but what other theory could he have come up with? How could he have guessed that Miss Light Step was a giant?

"Sorry cutie, but I don't think I'd fit in there. Well, not all of me anyway," she mused. "And no. None of the saunas involve what you might call [i]real[/i] sex. Only a few of my services do, actually."

"Oh," was his entire elegant response to that.

The huge mare's expression wavered. "Look, I don't mean to rush you cutie, but your session was supposed to start by now. So. Do you want your sauna or not? I wouldn't mind talking some more, but we can do that just as well during your session. It might even be better," she added mischievously.

Bell bit his lip in thought. He came expecting sex in a sauna. Or at least the tease of watching a mare pose in one. Now he wasn't sure what was going to happen. Not sex with a giant at least. That would have been scary. And dangerous. But she was still promising a lewd experience. Did he want that?

Honestly? Yes. Yes he did. If only out of pure curiosity.

He shrugged helplessly. "Sure, I guess. What uh... what do I do? How do we do this?"

Miss Light Step beamed. "First we need to put a cover on that chair." Without another word her horn began to glow and one of the towels from the shelf beside him started levitating. Then it unfolded in the air and he realized it wasn't actually a towel. It was a thick towel-like sleeve for the chair. An instant later the cushion was fixed over the wooden frame and ready for use. "Hop in."

"Of course," he grumbled to himself, now seeing why the seat had been so uncomfortable before.

Slowly, Bell stepped down into the center of the room and up to the chair. But then another realization struck him and he hesitated. He glanced over his shoulder back to where a wall used to be. To where there was now a set of giant orange eyes. Eagerly watching him. He gulped. But after a moment Bell dutifully spun around and sat down. Though the chair was much nicer this time, he couldn't really enjoy it. The seat faced the opening. Sitting here forced him to meet the giant mare's overwhelming gaze. And for a few seconds they simply stared at each other. Her eyes growling with hunger while his must have whimpered with nervousness. Yet the little stallion could also feel a heat growing inside himself for... whatever was going to happen. So he eventually gathered enough confidence to let himself fall back into the seat fully. Then, after another brief pause, he relaxed. Lowering and spreading his legs. Putting himself on display. For her.

His cheeks went as red as tomatoes.

With a proper lover, this wouldn't have been so bad. With a stranger, he expected it to be pretty awkward. With a [i]giant[/i] stranger? Bell felt so... inadequate. So [i]small[/i]. So humiliated. A feeling that deepened when Miss Light Step giggled one word, "cute."

He wanted to cover his face, but settled for sinking further into the now plush chair. While part of him wished he could just disappear, the rest of him desperately wanted to stay. He needed to know what she was going to do.

While he dealt with his internal crises, the mare reached into a nook somewhere beyond his room and from that unknown space produced a strange wooden block. It was about as wide as her muzzle, half as long, and a quarter the thickness.

"What's that?" Bell asked abruptly.

"This?" Miss Light Step hummed, holding up the object. "It's... sort of like a mini-snorkel. It will make sure I don't suffocate during your session," she explained while spinning it around to show him. Interestingly, the underside was mostly hollow except for a general scoop-like shape leading towards one end.

"Suffocate?" he echoed.

"Mhm," she nodded. "If I don't get enough fresh air I'll pass out," she added casually while inspecting the device.

The clarification didn't help him understand at all. Obviously anypony would pass out if they didn't get enough air, but why was that a risk here? The only dangers he could imagine in a normal sauna were dehydration and heatstroke. Maybe burns if something went really wrong.

His theorizing, however, was soon interrupted when she put the "snorkel" on.

Assuming she was wearing it correctly, the wooden apparatus roughly clamped to the top of her muzzle and completely covered her nostrils. She looked a bit funny with the wooden block attached to her face, but Bell didn't see how she was going to breathe at all like that. Then Miss Light Step pursed her lips and tried to take a deep experimental breath. The air was unable to directly enter her nostrils with them covered as they were, so instead rushed through an apparent opening in the device below her eyes. As a high pitched whistle filled his ears, the giant mare filled her lungs. Finally, her test complete, she opened her mouth and released a satisfied sigh.

Of course, the apparatus wasn't meant to fit snugly to her snout. It was meant to create a channel along the top of her muzzle to her nostrils. An alternate route for air to travel. A "snorkel" was indeed the best name for it.

But what was the point? Why would she need something like that? He still didn't get it.

Before he could ask however, the huge mare turned her eyes on him and popped the question that really mattered. "Are you ready, cutie?"

The invitation made Bell's heart rate jump. But after getting a grip on his nerves, he decided to abandon the puzzle in front of him for now. His questions would likely be answered in a moment anyway. "I... I guess I'm ready. So uh... what do I do?"

Miss Light Step clicked her tongue. "You? Anything you want. This show is all for you, cutie," she explained with a budding smirk. "Oh!" she then perked up. "And if you need a tissue, or [i]lube[/i]," she drawled playfully while winking at him, "there should be some on the shelf in the back."

He couldn't help squirming at her words and discretely peeking over his shoulder at the bottles he'd so casually glossed over when he came in.

But the giant mare wasn't done. In an instant she adopted a serious expression and her voice hardened. "There are only two rules during your session. One: if you start to feel light-headed, you [i]will[/i] tell me. Verbally. I won't be able to see you once we start so I'll be counting on you to keep yourself safe. Got it?" she asked with a raised brow.

Bell was shaken by her sudden change in demeanor and could only nod in response.

"Second: you will not touch my mouth without warning me first. Also, you are not allowed to enter my mouth without my permission. If you go jumping on my tongue when I'm not expecting it I might reflexively swallow you. And that would be really bad for both of us. Understand?" she finished sharply, leaving absolutely no room for argument.

"Yes ma'am," he replied automatically, frightened by the giant mare's threatening tone. He didn't have time to even wonder what she was talking about.

Then Miss Light Step's glare faded and her voice warmed. "Sorry for that cutie, but over time you little ponies tend to get careless and stupid during these sessions. Unfortunately, it's very easy for a big mare like me to hurt you. Even though I don't want to. So here's the deal. I'll always be real gentle with you as long as you always remember to take the risks seriously. Do that, and we can have good, safe, kinky fun. Sound fair?" she offered softly.

"Y-yeah," Bell agreed quietly. "That sounds fair to me."

Her smile grew. "Good. Then lay back, relax, and enjoy."

With that the huge mare's horn began to glow and the black mess of tarp rose from the floor. Carefully, she reattached the edges of the fabric to the perimeter of the missing wall, obscuring herself from view. But in doing so she had also brought back the lump of ugly material that once again hung from the middle of the sheet like a tumor. Then her magic aura encircled the ball specifically and pulled.

Bronze Bell blinked in surprise.

What had seconds ago been an unidentifiable tangle had suddenly fallen into a readily nameable shape. As it turned out, it had never been a mere tarp. Now it was clearly some kind of cloth funnel. With the wide end of the channel on his side leading into the sauna and the narrow end pointed outward towards Miss Light Step. Not that it ever got particularly small. The final hole was maybe a third the size of the original wall, but still more than large enough he could have walked through it.

However, while he was amusing himself with this discovery, he noticed movement through the funnel. Miss Light Step had aligned her wood-capped snout with the entrance of the tube. And then started to advance. Slowly her muzzle grew bigger and bigger. Closer and closer. Until she began to slip into the hole. Bell's eyes widened. Because she didn't stop there. A mass of fur twice his height. Lips thicker than his legs. Cheeks as wide as a train car. The stallion instinctively batted his hooves in the air as though he might somehow stop the multiple tons of mare headed straight for him. He was going to be crushed!

The tip of Miss Light Step's chin pushed into the room and settled on the floor with a light meaty patter. The not-tarp now merely a sleeve for her muzzle. A black contrast to the load of blue that had invaded the sauna.

And for a brief moment everything was still.

The end of the massive muzzle filled his view. No more than a pony length separated them. Bell could have stood up and, without taking even a single step, [i]touched[/i] a giant...

Then the huge lips went taut. The stallion tensed in response. Then the mare grinned. And he was confronted with a wall of pearly white teeth, each the size of a tombstone. All he could do was stare.

Finally, the enormous mare leisurely opened her mouth.

There was a gush of hot, humid air that ruffled his fur and forced him to squint. But as a smell he couldn't place touched his nose, his eyes bulged at the sight in front of him. Bell was looking down Miss Light Step's gaping throat. A tunnel that could have taken two ponies simultaneously. Its pink walls coated in a layer of oozing slime.

Then she moaned.

Bell winced and his ears pinned at the sheer volume as the low rumble literally shook his body and another warm breeze flooded into the room.

Yet, a second later, a mysterious whistle made his ears perk up again. While his eyes focused on the dark passage before him -- as if he [i]could[/i] have focused on anything else -- his curious ears searched for the source. And found it with surprising ease. The almost musical sound was coming from the wooden block over Miss Light Step's nose.

She was taking a breath through the snorkel, which reached back through the cloth funnel to the outside world. However, while Bell was still processing this, motion ahead of the stallion distracted him. The giant mare's tongue had shifted forward and the muscles that lined the deepest part of her mouth were now relaxed. Both would have been subtle, utterly unnoticeable, shifts on a normal pony. But on Miss Light Step's scale the two events were as blatant as the bounce of a mattress after jumping into bed. A tiny change necessary to open the throat.

A third waft of moist, hot air poured from the mare's open maw. Again Bell had to squint against the wind as he was gently battered by its passing. And while her breath settled around him, and her scent soaked into his fur, the little pony's fears quickly began to melt into confusion and lust. Was this really happening? [i]This[/i] was the session?

That's when the almost hypnotic rhythm started to become apparent.

The expansive tongue would slide backward ever so slightly and the ring of muscle within the cave would tighten. Her throat closing. Then there would be whistling from above his head as Miss Light Step inhaled through the wooden snorkel. Which was followed by the inner walls and tongue relaxing. And after the saliva coated tunnel in front of him opened, the next gust of her giantess breath would blow into the room.

And she did so repeatedly. Like a simple breathing exercise. Slow and steady and carefully paced.

No wonder she needed the snorkel. Otherwise she would have been stuck re-breathing the same little box of air over-and-over. And no pony would have lasted long doing that, but what did that mean for him? There was no way the four tiny vents were enough to supply the sauna, otherwise she would have been fine too. So what was the point of them? There was only one answer. They were meant to let air [i]out[/i], not in. So, while Miss Light Step was enjoying a constant supply of fresh oxygen, he was getting her exhales. Every last drop of air in the room had to pass through her lungs first. In other words, he was effectively bathing in the giant mare's leftovers.

Bell could already feel the weight of the moisture in the air start to cling to him. Her aroma alone had instantly saturated the cramped space. Soon he could even sense the temperature beginning to rise.

Though he wasn't sure that was [i]just[/i] from her breath.

Or maybe... it [i]was[/i]...

Bell was getting turned on.

And that fact honestly disturbed him.

As he gazed ahead into the gaping maw of a giant while she repeatedly breathed into the sauna, her every release washing over him like a stone in a river, he wondered. Was he... actually getting into this? He should have been terrified! A giant's mouth had been the cause of death for countless ponies since ancient times. Yet, here he was. Sitting in front of an open muzzle that could have swallowed him as easily and thoughtlessly as he might a common fly. But instead he was casually lying in its path, watching it regularly shift like it was some performance to be appreciated.

This was [i]so[/i] wrong. And strange. And [i]so[/i] hot...

And, to Bell's growing embarrassment, he was starting to get hard.

He squirmed. His cheeks went red. He tried looking away for a moment.

Then Miss Light Step decided it was time to talk.

"So. What do you think?" she asked suddenly.

The boom of her voice made the walls rattle and his ears ring. Being so close to her mouth, even as she tried to speak softly, was a mildly painful reminder of the incredible difference in power. She could hurt him just by talking.

But she was expecting an answer and so he rushed to spit out something. "T-this... is weird," Bell admitted with a quiver.

"But do you like it?" she pressed. In a way, literally. Her words came with a gust which was a bit more concentrated than when she had been simply huffing air into the room.

This time the tiny stallion had to think about his reply for a second. He had to commit or she'd just keep asking. During his brief mental debate however, Miss Light Step had to take another breath. The exhale, of course, she made sure to release into the sauna with him.

And though Bell winced at the breeze that rolled over him, he also felt himself grow that much [i]stiffer[/i] in response too.

His blush deepened and he coughed on the humid air. "Y-yeah. I... I think I'm starting to... enjoy this. As weird as this is."

The mare grinned and Bell found himself gawking at a wall of white teeth once more. "That's good," she purred, vibrating the room again. Which was followed by a whistle as she inhaled above him. Then her jaws parted. Saliva glistened. Then she breathed and a gush of hot wind ruffled his mane.

His [i]pride[/i] ached.

Miss Light Step took a moment to fill her lungs. "Would you like to chat for the next 15 minutes," she hissed seductively, blowing into the room. Then paused to inhale. "Or would you prefer to just [i]relax[/i]," she hissed a second time, a stream of air rushing through her lips and over the little stallion.

Bell was left completely flustered. "I-I don't know. What do uh... what do [i]you[/i] think we should do?"

Miss Light Step giggled, making sure to keep her mouth open so every hiccup rushed into the sauna like a cascade of miniature waves. "Well," she drawled playfully, "I think we should take this time to get to know each other... [i]better[/i]," the huge mare huffed purposefully, sending a humid gust right into the helpless stallion's face.

Bell blinked through the wind as he struggled to build a coherent thought. He was starting to think he would have been in over his head even if Miss Light Step had been normal sized. A mare this forward and this lewd threw him totally off balance. The mild-mannered stallion could hardly imagine living so openly with his sexual desires. Yet she tossed out hints and suggestions like they were candy. Being so big only multiplied the awkwardness.

Bell needed something to ground him. He needed something [i]normal[/i].

Just like she suggested.

"I-I would like to know-" he began timidly until he was cutoff by a heavy breeze rolling into the room. "I would like to know why you called this place the 'Gentle Crush'," he blurted quickly before her next breath could render speaking impossible.

Miss Light Step giggled again, sending several booming puffs into the sauna. "There's nothing special about the name. It's just what I wanted to do."

Bell snorted at the implication. Funnily enough, he had actually been correct when he'd assumed the name was a play on words. Only he'd thought it was supposed to be a joke about massages in general.

The stallion almost managed a chuckle at that, but was pulled from his simple amusement when the mare sighed intentionally, sending a wall of air washing through his fur.

He blinked and squirmed in his seat, wrestling with the bizarre feelings bubbling inside him. Bell even pulled his gaze away from the enticing maw looming before him in some sad attempt to find a distraction from the very show meant specifically for him. But his search found nothing besides wooden walls and the delicate wisps of an emerging steam cloud. The sauna was devoid of anything to look at. Anything except Miss Light Step and her open mouth.

Again her breath rolled over him.

"W-what is this place? Where did this building come from?"

The huge mare had to inhale before she could answer. But, "I built it," was her curt reply. Which she followed with a deliberate loud moan. The room and his body shook from the power and the gale that rushed in. Then she continued. "I'm a part-time lumberjack, you see. I chop and haul wood for you cuties on the weekends. And on the side I carve some too." She had to pause to take a deep breath. Which created a whistle that tickled Bell's ringing ears. "I made every board you see. I built this place from the ground up. Just. For. [i]You...[/i]" she finished with another moan that flooded the sauna.

Bell's legs twitched and a glance down revealed the shameful horror. He was fully erect and the cause was as obvious as it was nonsensical. The stallion merely had to gaze forward. Teeth that could have sliced him apart in seconds. Gums and fleshy walls coated in a layer of saliva thick enough to qualify as slime. And despite being as placid as it had been this whole time, her speckled tongue seemed to jiggle like it was its own beast. Yet, while he was staring into that living cavern, Miss Light Step happened to unleash her next huff. A wall of warmth that crashed into him like nothing he'd experienced before this.

His shaft throbbed in response, but still he resisted. He clung desperately to some ounce of modesty even now. Though Bell was certainly nearing his limit. His body actually shuddered from the strain of maintaining control, which caused the chair beneath him to groan. His ears twitched at the sound.

"What's with this chair? Why is it so... crazy?" he asked abruptly.

"Oh, that?" Miss Light Step mumbled dismissively. Then inhaled. "It needs that reinforcement in-case a customer wants to take this session... [i]up a notch[/i]," she explained huskily.

While the whistle of her filling her lungs rung above, he probed curiously. "What do you mean?"

"See, I could always add a little... [i]tongue[/i]," she purred. Then opened her mouth.

A moment later Bell was sinking into his seat, shying away from the huge meaty organ as it moved towards him. Closer and closer. Too soon it was practically hovering over him, threatening to drip on his fur. A single mass of muscle thicker than his entire body. His eyes were the size of saucers as he stared at it, almost quivering. Was she actually going to lick him? But at the last second it curled upward and a humid breeze tickled him instead. Then the enormous tongue retreated. Carefully slipping back into the equally massive muzzle with a wet slurp.

"But that kind of treatment would break a normal chair," Miss Light Step acknowledged with a huff. "So I made a chair strong enough to take it. Just for... [i]those[/i] stallions," she added suggestively.

Bell couldn't fathom asking for something like that. Why would anypony want to be covered in giant drool? Yet, as he got comfortable again in his seat, his stiff cock swayed painfully.

But the mare wasn't done turning up the heat.

"Tell me, [i]Bell[/i], are [i]you[/i] one of [i]those[/i] stallions?" Then she released a deep, throaty moan.

Between the moist wind and the thundering power, it was like a storm had surged into the room, utterly overwhelming the poor little pony's already abused senses. And that was it. Finally, his resistance failed. The smell, the sound, and the [i]sight[/i] of a clearly horny mare could no longer be endured. In his mind his dignity had now become a casualty. While staring into the abyss that loomed in front of him, Bell grabbed his shaft and started pumping.

"This is... so embarrassing," he mumbled pitifully to himself.

"It's about time you got into it," Miss Light Step grunted. "Your session is half over already. I was starting to think I'd lost my touch," she hissed, sending a stream of her breath into the sauna.

Bell froze and his face somehow grew redder. He hadn't meant for the mare to hear that. "This is... too much. What would have happened if this had been one of the other saunas?"

There was a pause and a whistle as Miss Light Step inhaled through the snorkel. And with a slight tightness in her cheeks. As if she were smirking. "I provide the heat and moisture for the other saunas with my sweat," she began impishly. "For the Lower Sauna, I use my [i]hooves[/i]."

Bell's cock throbbed at the mental image of a much wider room. Of two hooves that towered over him. That were allowed to simply radiate and steam. Of being trapped [i]between[/i] them. He quickly resumed stroking himself as another gust of her warm breath flowed around him.

"And... the Middle Sauna?" he almost whimpered.

Miss Light Step grinned, flashing that wall of teeth at him. "[i]That[/i] one is among the [i]most[/i] intense services I offer," she started with a huff. Though he barely registered the hint of a warning in her tone. "I have to do a pretty serious workout before the customer arrives because, while they're still just soaking in my sweat and musk, the difference is the source. For the Middle Sauna, it all comes from my... [i]pussy[/i]," she explained with a light moan to punctuate her point.

Bell's arms kept pumping, but his eyes bulged. "W-what? From your... pussy?" he echoed dumbly even as his shaft pulsed at the thought. "H-how?" he managed to mutter.

Miss Light Step giggled, the booms shaking the room for a moment. "Already planning for your next visit, are we cutie?" she teased. Then she licked her lips in preparation for an explanation. Her massive tongue slowly gliding from one side to the other like a beast stalking its prey. "The Middle Sauna is a lot like this one, really. The customer sits in... more of a bed than a chair for that one actually," she corrected herself with a touch of amusement in her voice. "Except I don't open a wall," she added ominously. "For the Middle Sauna I pop off the roof, welcome the customer, then... I guess you could say I just... sit on it."

"You... [i]sit[/i]... on the roof?" he sputtered.

"No," she hissed playfully. "It's more like... I [i]replace[/i] the roof. With my pussy."

She left that statement hanging while she took another breath and released it on him again.

Only when she was done with that did Miss Light Step finish her description.

"After a good hard run, I come back here and stick a wooden box between my legs. Then, while I let all that sweat and heat simply drip from my [i]nethers[/i], I get cozy and relax. I drink some water, do a little reading, or get some carving done. You know," she began with a conspiratorial snicker, "the Middle Sauna is one of those funny ones. I basically ignore the customer and they love it. Though it [i]is[/i] kind of uncomfortable. For me. Yeah..." she droned, blowing air into the room. "During those sessions I have to regularly... [i]adjust[/i] myself. You see, I can't sit still for more than a minute or two. I have to wiggle now and then, otherwise the lip of that box starts digging into my ass."

Bell couldn't think. He couldn't speak. He could only focus on massaging his begging cock. This was so... [i]hot![/i] Why couldn't he have been in the Middle Sauna right now!?

But the mare had even more.

"I live to please though and you adorable little things do seem to like admiring my pussy. In fact, you just can't seem to get enough of me in general!" she squeaked happily.

Then her tone dipped and she began to pronounce each word like it had weight to it. "It's like your kind [i]need[/i] what only a giant can give. Your kind need me to [i]loom[/i] over them. Your kind need my [i]sweat[/i]. Your kind need my [i]musk[/i]."

"But you?" she continued. "[i]You[/i] need this [i]breath[/i]," she said with a body engulfing huff.

"[i]You[/i] need this [i]tongue[/i]," she said, flicking the meaty organ once.

"[i]You[/i] need this [i]mouth[/i]," she said, working her lips for a moment.

"And you [i]need[/i] to know... I could [i]easily[/i]... swallow. You. Up!"

Miss Light Step then parted her jaws as wide as she was capable and lunged forward so she was fully hanging over him! Then she released the deepest, loudest, longest moan yet.

And Bell stared into it. The little stallion gazed upward into the huge mare's gaping throat as her sexual cry poured over him. The intense heat threatened to bake him while the powerful gale tried to crush him. The sound that came with it was so strong his insides were shaking and his ears nearly popped. The humidity he'd felt clinging to his fur spiked to the point he was certain actual droplets were starting to form and the smell in the air was now so thick he could taste it.

The giantess filled every one of his senses.

Bell came. Spurting on himself in his ecstasy, but unable to care. And though the rush was brief, the intensity of it was beyond his wildest expectations.

Then the afterglow swiftly consumed him and Bell fell into a daze. A dreamy state where time drifted away from him and no sound or movement could gain his attention. He went limp as his mind swirled in the nothing. Where pure bliss was all he knew.



Something touched him.

It was a gentle, yet firm stroke across his chest. Just enough to make the stallion look. And he blinked lazily at the sight.

A glowing... tissue?

Bell's senses started to return as his brain rebooted and he realized the bit of white paper was cleaning him. He blushed and glanced upward only to meet the eye of an amused giant. Miss Light Step had lowered the black funnel and was now smiling politely at him as her horn glowed and the tissue continued its work. He quickly turned away, too embarrassed to take over.

"Not bad," she commented cheekily. Then laughed. "We didn't even have to go into overtime."

Bell squirmed as the mare finished scrubbing his fur. "This is... normal?"

Miss Light Step quirked a brow. "Yes," she stated bluntly. "The point of these sessions is to pleasure little cuties like you. So if you [i]hadn't[/i] finished... I would have to consider that a failure on my part."

The stallion blinked at her. "Every session? [i]Every[/i]... service?"

"Mhm," she hummed confirmation.

"And what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. I... finished. But did you even enjoy that?"

The huge mare perked up. "Oh!" Then she snorted. "You are [i]such[/i] a gentlecolt. Worrying about me like that," she said while the first hints of a blush appeared on her face. "Don't worry cutie, in about an hour my second customer for the day should be here and I'll get off properly. But don't go assuming I didn't enjoy our time together. Like I said at the start, rocking a little pony's world is enough for me."

Bell rubbed his hooves together bashfully. "Y-you're welcome Miss Light Step."

She smiled at him. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. It's just too bad I can't play with you any more today."

"Huh? Why not?" he honked, actually slightly upset by that.

"It's nothing personal, cutie. It's just that I've got to save something for the next customer. I may be big, but I'm still only one mare and I can only handle so much sex a day."

"Oh," Bell conceded a bit sadly.

"But what we [i]can[/i] do right now is schedule your next appointment. I believe you're interested in trying the Middle Sauna?"



The End