“T-Tally?"
>You stammer, trying to keep yourself from collapsing atop your now shaking legs.
>She trots over and looks down at the steam cleaner you’ve acquired from the motel owner.
>It’s everything you thought it’d be, and more.
>You even feel a small bit of leakage between your legs.
>It’s going to be one hell of a night.
>”So, ah, wh-hic-what got you so excited about this thing?”
>She asks, and your jaw almost drops as you stammer to try and describe to her how absolutely amazing the device you just acquired is.
>You’re about to start lauding the praises of such a wonderful machine when you stop, and a devious idea enters her head.
>What if you were to…
>Well, maybe she could try it for herself, and you could step back to watch.
>Then she’d see firsthoof why they’re fantastic!
>And perhaps...
"W-Why don't you clean!"
>You say as you pass the hose over, barely containing your growing excitement.
>"Oh. Okay..."
>Tally says rather confusedly as she trips over the hose and starts ambling drunkenly about the bathroom, unsure of what to do with it.
>You take a moment to point out how to work it and slip into the shower to watch.
>At this point, your legs are trembling so badly you end up slipping onto your rump, and sit with your back pressed against the cold tile as Tally puzzles out the device.
>She figures it out pretty quickly, giggling as she holds it up in the air, bellowing steam.
>After a few moments she presses it experimentally into the floor, and a lovely rush of air echoes through the bathroom.
>Pssssshhhhh...
>You can just imagine the grime melting off the tile, the grout, and you feel that small trickle between your legs again.
>Tally squishes the hose into the floor again, quizzical, and you feel a bead of sweat trickle down your face.
>When did it get so hot in here?
>She continues experimenting with the hose, testing it against the tile and drawing it across the floor in small strokes.
>Each time she switches direction you feel a small rush, and as time goes on her strokes grow harder, faster, and deeper.
>Dirt is no match for the steam cleaner, and a tingly, delightful feeling starts to pulse through your body.
>She really grinds her hooves into it, making the hose squeal with pleasure as she drives it into one of the corners of the bathroom.
>It bumps softly over the small imperfections in the white tile, and it comes out from the underside of the steam hose with the sheen of a hoof-washed polish.
>Tally pauses for a moment and looks back over to you, then blushes.
>You then turn your gaze down towards your own legs, and notice one of your own hooves gently prodding at your crotch.
>Quickly, you push your hind legs together and glance back to Tally, the red sheen of embarrassment covering your cheeks.
>But she’s grinning now and gives you a wink before turning back to the cleaner.
>She fiddles with a few buttons, and the soft hum emanating from the machine before becomes a dull, beautiful whirr of cleaning potential.
>”High-power mode~”
>Tally winks again as she pulls the trigger on the rod, and a massive cloud of steam fires from the nozzle.
>Your hoof is instantly back to your crotch, and it prods idly as Tally gives the floor another good scrubbing.
>This time she gets low, flat to the floor, with her rump facing you.
>As she stretches to reach under the bathroom sink, her tail goes up to give you a full view of her crotch, accompanied by a woosh of the steam gun as she pulls the trigger.
>You nervously eye it as you simultaneously imagine all the cobwebs, dust bunnies, and anything else hiding under that sink evaporate in mere moments under the pressure of the steam.
>It sends another wave of pleasure up your spine, and you tremble a little as her tail dangles lazily to one side.
>Steam balloons from behind the cabinet, and you stare up longingly as it dissipates against the ceiling.
>After making sure the underside of the sink is thoroughly clean, Tally looks back to you and sticks out her tongue.
>You’re confused for a moment, then spy the hose glowing with her magic as it floats to pass slowly underneath her chest.
>It comes up between her legs, and she bites her lip as her magic presses the narrow hose into her crotch, spreading her lips with it.
>Her magic then pulls the small trigger, and it sprays a great gust of steam up towards the ceiling as she rubs it between her labia.
>You watch as her legs quiver and she falls to her knees, still pressing the vibrating rod into her crotch and trying to cover lustful moans.
>You imagine yourself in her place, rivulets of your slick running down the metal, the steam spraying wildly at the ceiling, purging it of mess and replacing it with a fresh, humid, clean smell.
>Tally’s able to piece herself together after a minute or two, stumbling listlessly into the shower with you, dragging the steam cleaner along and flicking the shower on with her magic.
>Your hoof leaves your crotch as the mare kisses you under the hot rain.
>You taste the dull remnants of alcohol on her tongue, a hint of the chocolate cake she had for dessert, and something else you can’t quite place…
>One of her hooves runs up and down your chest, the other clasping your right hoof and giving it a squeeze as hot water patters onto your fur.
>After a few moments she breaks the kiss to open her eyes and stare happily, longingly, lustfully at you.
>Her smile fills you with warmth and a new, giddy feeling you don’t really know the name of enters your heart.
“Tally…”
>You stammer quietly and perhaps uncomfortably as you stare into her deep grey eyes.
>But while your heart may be filled with excitement, your head is filled with an incessant alarm of intimacy, with an overwhelming sense of panic, doubt, and nervousness.
>Your conscience, or perhaps one facet of it, is screaming at you to get out of the shower, run far away from this red succubus, to be anywhere but here.
>But your heart wins out as you close your eyes, wrap a hoof around Tally and pull her chest to yours.
>Her chest floof runs up against yours, the bit of friction from your fur placing a button of warmth between the two of you, and heating your heart.
>As your lips touch once more, the panic melts away and warm, thoughtless bliss overtakes you.
>Perhaps the little voice’s been wrong about intimacy this whole time.
>Tally pulls you off the shower wall, the cool tile leaving way to open, steamy air, and she presses you back down against the shower floor.
>Her beautiful mane hangs in wet strands like a purple halo around her head, and you can see droplets splashing off it and splattering against the floor.
>She shifts and whips her mane out of her face, then moves a hoof down south as she lowers her chest to yours.
>Her weight pushes you down into the warm tile, and you instinctively close your legs as her hoof snakes its way over your wet fur.
>You feel water rushing through your mane, hitting the back wall, your legs and Tally’s back before rolling softly down to the drain.
>Tally forces her hoof between your legs, raises an eyebrow and smirks at you as it runs up against your lower lips.
>You take in a sharp breath and try to shut your legs again, having somepony else down… there, feels too foreign, strange for you to handle.
>Yet, despite your discomfort, Tally pushes on, and that uneasiness slowly turns to pleasure.
>It’s never felt this good before, rubbing yourself never felt as wonderful as this.
>You find yourself instinctually moving your hips into it as she rubs, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you try to stop yourself fr—
“A-Aahh!”
>You moan and stare up into Tally’s delighted eyes.
>Her strokes grow harder, her massage goes deeper, further than you’ve ever dared to explore yourself.
>Your mouth is thrown wide, a dribble of drool running down your lips.
“Ngh… Ahh… Hah… Ooh!”
>You pant and moan and yelp in time with her hoof strokes.
>Tally’s eyes are wide with glee as she continually drives her hoof, throwing your mind out of whack and blurring your vision with ecstasy.
>You clasp your legs around her hoof, still humping it gently as she presses the edge of her hoof in-between your lips.
>Your front hooves are pulled tightly around the red mare atop you, and you can feel a familiar heat starting to build between your thighs.
“M-More, m-more!”
>You beg greedily, then quickly cover your mouth with a wet hoof and blush.
>A-Are you supposed to ask that?
>Tally obliges, thankfully, and you feel the warmth below begin to grow in intensity.
>It radiates throughout your body, sending pulses of warmth through your veins, washing your mind in a tide of pleasure and joy.
>Finally, it breaks.
>An overwhelming thrill passes through you, rattling your very bones with euphoria.
>You let out a frenzied moan and stare wild-eyed up at Tally, pulling her into a crazy kiss as her hoof leaves your crotch and lies pinned between your chests.
>For what feels like forever, you keep her lips held to hers.
>Finally, you let her free, and she sits up, panting, grinning.
>You lie in the happy bliss of post-coitus, satisfaction pinning you to the floor and slapping a stupid smile across your face.
“D-Did you re-hic-ally just do that? D-Did I let you?”
>You ask in a sort of stunned disbelief.
>Tally smirks back and gives the hoof she was pleasuring you with a lick.
>”Certainly did!”
>She giggles, and lies down next to you.
>Water splashes against your face as you curl up next to Tally, and she gently caresses your soaked mane.
>”Love you Sharpie…”
>She sighs.
“L-Love you too.”
>You stammer back, and close your eyes.
>It feels like you could stay here forever, under the hot spray of the shower, cuddling with your marefriend, mind numb with pleasure.
>You never want this moment to end.
>Slowly, things seem to slip away.
>First it’s feeling, the touch of water and Tally’s hooves.
>Then sight, which fades to black as you close your eyes and relax completely.
>The last thing you hear before sleep takes you is a contented sigh, and the sound of Tally’s soft, gentle breaths, intermixed with the softness of a rainfall.