Three times she pulls you in, then momentarily ceases, giving you a temporary reprieve. You know what's coming though, you get up and scramble like mad towards the entrance, where you barely make it out before she--
CHOO!
You narrowly avoid a powerful blast of air, which would've sent you rocketing away. Edging your way out and back up the snout, you can see that the mare is now awake, eyes unfocused and bleary, but awake.
You decide to wait until she's fully conscious before you fully begin engaging with her.
The ground rolls a bit as she gives a cute little yawn, and smacks her lips. She blinks, trying to clear the mistiness out of her eyes. She doesn't initially see you, looking out into the room at distant ponies. You pull yourself to your feet, walk forward a few steps and shout "HELLO" while giving a big wave. This seems to get the mare's attention, her eyes slide down to your body and linger there. She stares at you, trying to process exactly what she's seeing. Her expression slowly shifts from calm, to curious, to unbelieving. Her pupils shrink and her eyes widen. She isn't panicking, yet, but is clearly freaked out by what she's seeing.
Not making any sudden moves to avoid spooking her, you kneel down and pet her snout, crooning soft word and softly caressing her. Amazingly, this seems to work. Her breath slows considerably, and her pupils steadily widen while she keeps her gaze on you. You guess some things are a universal constant.
Standing once again, you become acutely aware of her focusing on a certain hardening appendage sticking out like a sore thumb. You shamefully hide your boner, face flushing in embarrassment. Noticing this, she gives her head a little shake, causing you to fall flat on your back. The ground rumbles as a short, nervous giggle escapes her throat. Getting back up and standing fully erect (in more than one sense.) You point over to a point by the edge of the jacuzzi, she seems to understand, and begins walking to the position you pointed,
To tame your boner, you try to think of literally anything else but the gigantic, all-encompassing mare that can do anything she wants to you, but you fail miserably. Climbing up out of the tub, she picks up a towel to dry off, only lightly dabbing her face to make sure you don't get caught in the fabric. She's approached by a blue and pink pony, who starts speaking to her. You can't understand what's being said, but when the blue mare starts moving towards a private room, Orange starts following her.
Not wanting to be caught in whatever is going on, you scurry along the side of the head and jump back into the mane, peering out cautiously. Once inside the room the blue mare directs Orange to climb onto a table, one that just like those you might see on tv, with the circular padded hole to rest your head. She must be here to get a deep tissue massage. The world tilts and rights itself as Orange mounts the table and lies down.
You get the sudden idea to help massage her somehow but aren't sure how to do it. You settle for giving long soft loving pets, moving to several spots on her scalp and even on one of her ears. Meanwhile, the blue one had finished delivering a pummeling to the orange mare's back, and was now on top, firmly kneading at the withers with her hooves.
You watch the blue mare masterfully work buffing out the kinks in the orange mare's muscles. At times she would get almost close enough to smell her perfume, a light scent jasmine. You, of course, weren't letting up either. You tackle the tall task of pleasing your host with gusto, kissing and rubbing everywhere you can, to achieve the singular goal of making her feel loved and pampered.
To make sure she can really feel your efforts, you double down and head behind one her ears. You scratch and rub at the ligament connecting the ear to the body, and are rewarded by a pleased moan by your host.
The blue hoof edges ever closer to your current position. If she gets close enough you can jump on...
