Studying a Creature

A Hoof to the Face

Apart from worrying how much we were running up the water bill, it was actually kind of nice sharing a shower with a mare. The warm water running down our bodies as we sat on our haunches, the wet sensation on my coat, mane, and tail, mist curling around us. I could feel the afterglow in the atmosphere... and also the smell of our after-sex. In short, this was probably the best shower I have ever had.

As I enjoyed the sensation, I couldn't help but to peek at Siren. Peeking out with my right eye, I admired her cute little face. Both of her eye were closed, hiding her emerald green eyes. She wore a slight smile, as if she was thinking of something fond inside of her head. Her wet mane hung much lower than her normal look, reaching down to her shoulder.

My eye traveled further down, admiring the shape of her body; the curve of her waist; the small size, yet firm looking flanks of her.

Damn.

Lots of stallion would fight just to spend a night with her, a single night. How lucky am I to be in such a position: banging her just to feed her. And if she's in the mood, just like earlier, we could just rut each other's brains out. Ha, as if we even needed them in such an activity.

But as much as I hate to admit it, in one small way... I actually didn't like it, compared to my expectations. I mean, there's pleasure and all... but no intimacy, unlike what most erotic novels I've read.

Now I may sound kind of picky, but hey... it's not all about sex, and libido.

"Your mind seemed to be wandering off... again," Siren suddenly said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, uh... I was just thinking of something," I replied as I quickly gathered myself, while also shaking my head.

"Be specific." Her half-lidded eyes were focused on the valve of the shower, in front of her, but I could sense that she was more focused on my answer.

"I was thinking of..." I trailed off for a moment, trying to come up with another answer, anything other than 'I was thinking that it would be better if we were to do things more romantically because I'm a stallion who has standards'.

"I was thinking of..." my eyes shifted from left to right, until it focused on the shower head. "...the water bills...?" I stammered with a sheepish smile.

"Oh... but your eyes should have been focused on the water, and not on my flank." A sly grin formed on her face, as she ended her sentence with her usual sultry tone.

Buck! "Err... never mind..." I muttered as I grabbed the bottle of shampoo on the floor. Placing a hoof-full of the liquid soap, I scrubbed my mane, thoroughly. I closed my eyes to avoid getting some suds on my eyes, that had formed on top of my head.

Just focus on scrubbing your mane, Pico. You've missed a whole day of shower, as well as... smelled like a mare's aftereffect, I thought to myself. Scrub your mane with your four hooves... four...? I slowly opened my eyes while looking up to see a pair of purple hooves, brushing my mane.

I let out a sigh, before calling out Siren's name.

"What?" she asked in return, but still focused on my head. Both of her hooves were busy kneading my head.

"Your hooves," I simply answered.

Instead of removing her hooves off of me, another question escaped her lips. "What is this?"

"It's a mane."

"I meant this... stuff you placed on your head." Her touch slightly intensified at the word 'stuff', and it somehow felt good; so good that it made me let out a grunt.

"Mm... you mean shampoo? Haven't you seen..." I trailed off as soon as Siren's weird grin gave me the obvious answer. "So, what do you guys use on your mane?" since most mares spend tons, just to get their's noticeable.

"What do you expect?"

"Then I guess it's hard to keep your mane at a condition."

"Not really. Soaking them with warm water does the trick." Her hooves finally left my head, although I would've loved it if it didn't.

"Then where do you get the warm water?"

"There are a lot of hot springs near Tartarus."

"Wait... ain't those a bit too hot for a pony to handle?"

"What can I say? Tykes are used to hot things." She picked up the bottle of shampoo. "May I?"

"Sure." I said, accompanied by a gesture.

"Thank the goddesses for the warm water in the morning... and also the plumbers." I reached out for the towel on the hanger, just beside the curtains of the shower stall. The washcloth did its job; partially absorbing the water that was on my coat.

"Nothing like being as fresh as the morning sun." After that, I turned to Siren, who just shook herself like a wet dog.

And in return. she gave me a clueless look on the face. "What?"

"You know, I have a towel here, that could help you dry yourself up... properly." I passed her the towel, in which, she didn't accept.

"What do you mean properly? Are you implying that what I just did was not the proper way to dry one's self."

Well, if one would compare what she looks like while taking a shower, and after she had so-called 'properly dried herself up', not much had changed; she's still dripping wet, from her hooves up to her head.

"Yes."

"Well, that's how we dry ourselves up," Siren complained.

"Sure..." I said in a sarcastic tone. "But don't go outside until you're not soaking wet anymore." I placed the towel back on the hanger, and then left her alone in the bathroom.

"Doesn't she even know how to use a towel? I can understand never having seen bottled shampoo or an indoor shower... But come on, it's just a piece of cloth that you use to soak up water." And then, a sudden idea went inside of my head.

I trotted towards the kitchen and drew up to the table with my pencil and notebook.

I flipped through my notes to get back to the page I left off at. I tried to relax again, and started jotting down just a few more notes. It may not be a lot, but it's still useful information. Anything to help pad out this entry.

"There," I said, dropping the pencil off of my mouth.

"Okay fine, Pico! I used the towel!" Siren suddenly called out, drawing my attention away from the book.

"That wasn't so bad, was it!?" I asked.

"Yes, but I accidentally ripped it! I guess I shouldn't have forced it when it got wrapped around my wings!"

"What!?" I quickly galloped towards her. Sure enough, my towel that was torn in half on Siren's back.

"What happened to my towel?" I tried to keep myself calm, while also trying to keep my hoof away from my face.

"Like I said: it got wrapped around my wings, and it kinda annoyed me."

Again, I tried to resist the urge to facehoof myself. "I'll just... get it stitched up, along with the clothes you tore up."

"Hey, you were the one who ripped through it" she countered.

"Well it was your fault that you got me all frenzied over you."

"Oh... so you mean it's because of me you went all crazy in bed last night?" She stuck out her tongue at the end of her sentence, accompanied by a sultry grin, and her 'come-hither look'.

"O-o-of course. Why would a stallion go ga-ga for anything else?" I tried to keep myself from getting flustered, even though her earlier comeback got me all stuttering.

"Well then, how about you go crazy over me again?" Siren walked closer to me; her flanks swaying seductively to her motions. As she got close enough, she brushed her face against my chest, trying to feel my pounding heart. "Oh... excited, aren't we?" she cooed.

"N-no. And as a matter of fact I don't want another round this time," I gave her a sheepish smile, as I crossed both of my hind-legs. Another round would be fine, but I wanted to avoid getting 'down and dirty', specially after a shower.

"You're no fun." She gave me a soft nudge. "But since I'm still full from last night, I guess there's no reason to force you."

"You know, you shouldn't even force me at all."

"Well, desperate times, calls for desperate measures."

"Yeah whatever. Anyways, I still need to go get my towel stitched, since I only have two of them." Poor me.

"You wouldn't mind if I come with you?"

"You do remember that we're trying to avoid getting you noticed, right?"

"Well... you can't just leave me here, alone... inside of your house... unsupervised..." she mocked.

"But I thought..." I trailed off as a grin slowly formed on her face. "But what if--"

"Alone."

"Then what do you suppose to do to avoid getting some attention?"

"Well, you said that the only thing out of the ordinary are my two horns. You have something to cover them?"

Oh goddesses. Well, there's no stopping my hoof meeting my face. "Sure. Just let me get them in my room, as well as get my brush. Your hair is a mess." Even though it wasn't.

"Okay then. Just one more question: what's a brush?"

Since Tykes live near the gates of Tartarus -- where no modern towns and/or cities exist -- they have little knowledge on modern items and conveniences.