Pissalis

>God damn it, she did it again

“Chrysalis, come here!” You yell for your housemate as you sit on the toilet by the soiled shower.

>The insect horse monarch regally trots to the doorway of your bathroom. ”What is it, Anonymous?”

“Come over here and tell me what you smell.”

>She walks over and leans her head meekly towards the shower. ”I do not smell anything.” She says, looking at you unamused.

You grab her by the ear and drag her head down closer to the drain of the shower so she can get a good, long whiff at what it is you are clearly pissed about. “How about now?” You agitatingly ask again.

>She yelps and struggles as you hold her to the source of the pungent odor emanating from your shower drain

>”Y-you... will let me go...this instant!” She hisses as you take her by the horn and guide her nose to the drain, hovering her just inches above it.

“Not until you tell me what it is you smell!” You demand, struggling to hold the fussy queen in place.

>She tries to use her magic to force your hands from her, but she fails to remember that your hands nullify magic

>Your hands burn like the dickens from her attempts to magic her way out of this, the jagged edges don't help either

“Tell me... what you smell, dammit!” You yell as you fight through the pain searing your hands.

>”Urine!” She finally cries out. “I smell urine! Now release me!” She orders as she angrily stomps her hooves and flutters her wings.

“Who's pee is it that you smell?” You question as you continue to hold the queen down by her horn.

>”M-mine!” She admits loudly, still trying to free herself from your grip with futile efforts.

>Now that she understands why you're pissed, you lift her head from the shower floor and kick the door shut before letting her horn go >You shake your hands from the burning magic and sharp edges of the bug pony's horn while she shakes her head and takes a seat with an upturned nose

>Is she seriously getting this snotty with you?

“Chrysalis, this is the third time this week, how many times have I talked to you about peeing in my shower?”

>”You do it as well!” She argued back. “Why am I not allowed to relieve myself in the shower?”

“Because my crotch doesn't smell like rotting cheese and and spite!”

>”I bathe according to your regiment, my nether region smells quite odor free, thank you very much.” She retorts, turning her nose up and away from you.

>Like fucking hell it does

>You SMELL her coming home every day

>Even after she takes a shower, she reeks of musk and body odor

>You pick her up in your lap and grab her horn again to direct her nose to her green cootch so she can smell just how bad of a liar she is

>She whimpers and strains to move her nose away from her rank netherlips, but you've had far too much practice using her horn as a handlebar

“Is that your idea of 'odor-free?'” You mutter through your teeth as you diligently hold the changeling monarch's snout against her rancid cunt.

>”You'll... pay d-dearly for this!” She snarls at you, the scent of her unholy vag utterly repulsive in her nostrils.

>You can tell she's having a hard time enduring her own stench, her eyes are watering as she glares at you furiously

“Now.” You exclaim as you pull her nose out of her snatch. “I expect this to be the last time you pee in my shower, woman.” You pull her close to your chest as you berate her poor behavior scornfully into her ear.

>She tries to struggle against you but she knows you overpower her

>You bite her ear as you restate your demands “Either you learn to pee in the toilet or I'll wrap a leash around you and take you for walks like a lowly animal, understand?” You bite, emphasizing you seriousness of the matter.

>”Y-yes, Anonymous, I will comply...” She agrees softly, whimpering timidly in your aggressive hold.

“Good, now get in there and finish your shower.” You release her horn and set her down gently on the bathroom floor. “I'll be waiting for you as usual.” You pet her head gently as you take your leave of the bathroom.

>You hear her gently and lewdly moan as you shut the door behind you along with the shower head being turned back on

>You hop in bed and undress to your boxers, barely containing the raging bulge within them

>You know she only does it because she loves you and your dominant side

>But peeing in the shower?

>There are much better ways to spread pheromones

>She already goes on your dick while you rail that nasty cunt of hers

>The mares in town are jealous of it, wishing they could release their musky piss pheromones on your hot monkey dick

>Even Celestia and Luna workto try and win you over, orchestrating the most beautiful sunsets and gorgeous sunrises

>But nah, you chose the one girl with attitude

>She fits you perfectly

>Even if she doesn't know how to use a toilet