A distinct lack of pants

"Ow!" What the hell... "Ow!" Octavia? "Pleas- Ow ow ow OW!" Whatever...bed warm.

"Wake up..." I slowly opened my eyes, Octavia was standing over me, shaking my shoulder, "She told me to wake you up..."

"Mugh..." I threw her hand off and switched from laying down to sitting, "Stupid...couch...what the hell is wrong with you?" She seemed to be rubbing her own ass, "I know it's great and all...but you can calm down." I gave a long yawn, my muzzle coming into view for the first time.

"Look...I was just put over the knee of a mare half my size...I don't really want to talk about it. She told me to wake you up and I don't really want a repeat of the last fifteen minutes."

"Fine," I stood up, "Find a seat or something, I'll see what she wants." Octavia just stood there, "Problem?"

She grew abashed, "I can't..."

"Pardon?"

"I can't sit..."

I started chuckling, "What did she do to you?"

She started moving her arms behind her back again, "Like I said...I don't want to talk about it...all I will say is you people have some strange obsession with my backside..."

I rolled my neck, "Cause it's nice...squishy, but firm...oh, and big." She started sputtering out half words, "Octavia you have a hot ass...get over it."

"But I- just- no!"

"Probably from having to stand with that cello all the time," I arched my back, giving off a satisfying crack, "Strengthen the glutes." I started to walk past. I stopped and had a look at her, still rubbing circles around a series of deep red hand prints. "Move your hand for a second."

"Why!?"

"Just do it..."

"But-"

"Exactly...now move," I knelt down and pulled her hand away, letting my own latch on.

"Ow! Be careful...it's tender..." I rolled my eyes and surveyed the damage.

"Man...she was relentless!" Ten or so bright red hand prints broke through her coat, even her coat itself held the imprints, "I mean...I did it too, but I only did it once...and I didn't leave a mark."

"She said something about teaching me my place...your...uh...special somepony, is rather domineering." I let go and stood up. She quickly turned to face me, "Was she like this before?"

"She didn't have hands before..."

"...A fair point, but I meant the aggression."

"Sort of? I think she would have been, she's...pretty pent up..." I shifted uncomfortably, "I guess that makes sense why she did...the thing...yesterday..." My groin ached, "I'm hoping once she has her fill she'll calm down, she's actually quite motherly when she's not trying to molest you."

"I'll have to take your word for it, I've only seen the mare in heat we have now..." She walked over to the couch and stacked a few pillows before sitting down on them.

I caught a whiff of something, "Octavia...did you shower yesterday?"

"Yesterday? No."

I walked over to her, giving her mane a sniff, "Yep...no you didn't. Shirt."

"Excuse me?"

I held my hand out. "Shirt. I won't let you wear my shirt unclean for two days in a row."

"But I...Vincent please don't make me shirtless around her." She pleaded.

"Hmm another fair point, panties too,"

"No!"

"Octavia you smell..."

"But I- Vincent please. Surely we can come to a compromise?"

I gave it a short thought, "You bent over the tub while Rose has her fun..."

"What!?" She nearly jumped from the couch.

"Either that, or you give me the clothes."

She started whimpering again, "I hate you..." She worked on the buttons while pouting over her lost battle. Eventually she slowly tore the shirt off. I could feel my member start to peek out again, the pain mounting. "Here!" She threw the shirt at me, "Now go!"

"Nuh uh- those too," I pointed to her groin, "I can take them by force if need be..."

"Just let me keep them..."

"You've been wearing the same underwear for a full day now...you really going to tell me you don't feel just a little grimy."

She muttered something before uncrossing her legs and pulling them down. "Pervert...." She did her best to hide from me, but even the sight of just her panties rounding the corner of her knees was enough to excite me, "Here!" She chucked them at me. They dangled in front of my vision without falling. A quick look up saw them stuck on my horn...well...that would explain why my head hurt yesterday.

I decided to leave them there and went for my pants from last night. Still crumpled up next to the chair. "Vince what are you doing?" Rose walked over, "First day back and you're doing laundry? I thought I told you I needed you."

"But I-" Rose pulled the clothes away, grabbing the panties in her teeth. Force of habit I suppose...or she was trying to irk me, and it was working.

She let the panties fall into the small heap of clothes in her arms, "Next time I see you with those on your head, they better be mine..." She started walking off, swinging her hips and flicking her tail. For being a petite women she could still hold her own. Octavia was tall and slender with a firm but squishy ass, Rose...Rose was tiny, petite, haven't gotten a hold of her ass yet, but it looks a lot firmer. "By the way~ All that money you've been sending, I put it to excellent use. Now go wait in the bathroom. I'll be there soon," She started walking down the stairs. I don't remember her eyes glowing like that before...like pale green fire...I'm going to destroy her...

"Look at you waiting like a good boy~" Rose walked in and joined me in sitting on the edge of the tub, "Hows are my boys?" She laid her hand on my thigh.

"Sore...seriously why did you do that yesterday!?" I looked down at my swollen privates, "Nothing but pain."

I felt her hand pull my face to meet her's, "I promise you it was for a good reason...now!" She reached into the tub and turned on the shower head, "You've been good, so Mama's going to take care of you,"

She quickly stood and stepped into the stream of water, dragging me along with her. The water was warm, quickly seeping through my thin fur and causing my mane to fall over my face. Figures I'd be monochrome...but pure black and white? Eh, I could be lime green...pick your battles I suppose.

Rose took my hands, looking up under my fallen mane, "Vince do you trust me?"

It took me a second, "Yes."

"Then don't move," She reached down, grabbing my nads. She gave them a very loose squeeze, "Wow...you really are backed up."

I gave a quick cough, causing them to try and retract from her grip, "Yep...are you gonaaa..." She pressed herself against me, my head quickly fell, my chin resting on her crown as she went to work coercing my member out of hiding. My back was to the shower wall, hands helping to keep me from merging with it completely, "Holy shit..."

She had taken me out of the sheath and was rubbing her thumb along it's now flat head. Once I was at full mast she pushed me back against the wall. She took a step away and turned around. "Bend down a bit." I complied, lining myself up with her love tunnel, "Such a good boy, but not yet." She slowly leaned back, letting my member pass under her groin and poke out from between her hips. She pressed herself tightly against me, crossing her legs and sandwiching me between her thighs. "Now...thrust."

It was like she pulled a wire in my brain. I wrapped my hands around her midsection as her hands found quite more stimulating marks: my cock, and my horn. She rubbed her thumb across the base of my horn, along the joining between it and my forehead. Her other hand gently squeezed my head. My actual head rested on her collar.

I slowly pulled back, slamming my hips against hers. Her thighs were locked like a vice, but with all the water flowing, my member glided snugly through her legs. My mind started working on it's own; thrusting madly as she pulsed her grip around my tip, "Vince...tell me, what do you want?"

"More." My mouth moved before I was finished processing the question, "Want- ahhh~ more!" I kept on my new found rhythm, pumping in and out of her crossed thighs, letting the water ease my journey. Her hand was slick as my pre started seeping out. My hands had somehow worked their way up and were latched onto her breasts, squeezing and kneading in a poor rhythm.

My breathing turn to ragged gasps and snorts as I picked up pace. Rose turned her head back, her eyes locking with mine. My mind lost any sense of control as my hips bucked wildly against her, she was stroking my entire horn, squeezing my tip as I hilted, and creating a small hole when I left, only for me to push back and squeeze into it. Her unwavering stare driving me forth. A silent lust behind them. "Vincent..." She waited until I was reeled back, "Cum"

I slammed forward. The buildup came quickly, this time only making it to the shaft before encountering trouble. I bucked wild in rapid shallow digs, "Please...please...Vince good..."

I could see the edge of Rose's smile, "Vince very good." She shifted her tights, letting me burst forth. The blockage explodes out. My eyes still locked with Rose's, I bit down on her neck. I was still going, my legs trembling as they quickened their shallow thrusts. Her hand now rubbing the underside of my beast as it throbbed. I was making animalistic grunts and snorts as I splatted the shower wall.

Time lost meaning for a while, locking in a never ending pump of seed. Each thrust, each twitch, each spurt, each electrical buzz from my new horn lost meaning.

Eventually things cleared. My body was on the brink of collapsing. Rose finally broke her stare. She loosed her hold on me and let me fall. I collapsed in the back of the tub, my legs splaying out towards the now plastered wall. I let my head fall back and tongue loll out. My groin was completely empty, my legs numb. It felt like someone had sucked all the feeling from my entire lower body.

I was only reminded of having something below my waist when Rose sat down on it; pinning it between her rump and my stomach, "Thick, warm, and yummy." She chirped in quick succession, "Just like where it came from." I brought my head up just in time to see her suckling her right index finger. "All better?"

"Aughuh~" I let my head slam back against the wall of the tub with a loud knock.

She gave a quick giggle, "I told you there was a reason, wasn't that worth it?" She ground herself against me. I could only feel the pressure, no pleasure, just...soreness.

I'm not actually sure what came out of my mouth, what I meant to say was yes, but it ended up being some unintelligible groan. All I could see was the tiled wall and stucco ceiling.

"Good. Octavia!"

"Come in here!"

"Why!?"

"Octavia...do we need to repeat our little lesson?"

"...fine." The door opened shortly after, "What did you- Oh dear Luna!"

"Guess what you get to clean up."

"But I- it's- there's no-"

"Octavia...Don't complain or you'll be doing this with your tongue."

"This is-" She did as she always did, deteriorated into defeated whimpers.

"But first," Rose stood up. I heard something hit the edge of the tub, "See that."

"I..."

"That is how you tame a Stallion. Now I'm going to make breakfast, I think I wore him out." The door closed again.

Octavia quickly leaned over me, "Vincent are you alright!?" She grabbed my head and shook it around, "Vincent speak to me!"

"Vince...was good...." My final words before passing out. Not the most elegant of goodbyes but certainly the truth.