To be a blazing pink, can be more embarrassing than you think.
The shanty, seemingly called “The Roof”, thankfully had basic facilities and areas marked with crudely made signs suspended from the ceiling above making it easy for me to navigate to the communal showers. Sat outside was a bored looking unicorn at a desk who asked for a 5 cap fee to enter, in return he offered a small quantity of course soap and a dry towel which while looking washed also seemed to have various permanent stains at varying stages of fading. Inside the space was open with a number of simple wasteland shower heads with a pull cord to open and close the valve, which squeaked intensely to control the flow of water.
The sharp cold flow hit my back causing my muscles to tighten for a moment, the shock instantly dispelling the glowing heat in my pink stripes. The water running along the flat for a moment before trickling down my flanks in rivulets, gradually spreading along the length of my back. After acclimating to the temperature I rocked forwards to make sure my hind quarters were well wetted by the spray before backing up slowly to cover my neck in the icy flow, then it was crunch time holding my breath, I pushed back and lifted my face to the uncompromising spray; BUCK!!! Thats cold!
As I was finishing the initial rinse and was about to start applying the soap the floor shook slightly, then again and again in the pattern of hoof steps. As I look towards the doorway of the showers I see what I can only describe as a mountain of a stallion, tall, dark well built without being ridiculous, the perfect draft horse build that would have mares sighing, eyelashes fluttering in his wake and the face to match. While I would not turn a stallion down, my preference is for something more my own scale and a little, softer, more feminine in features.
The equine mountain took position a couple of shower heads away, normally plenty of room but with this giant of a stallion personal space felt a little... lacking. The stallion looked over, “I didn't realise they let mares in here, I thought it was just a stallion’s stall.”
Oh spirits it was going to be one of those encounters, while the stallion’s tone seemed friendly I had been in this position often enough. You see while a Stallion, there is an… unusual aspect of my body which gives me feminine aspects to my features. Normally not a problem but when an Alpha stallion decides he needs to reinforce his ego, well I am often at the wrong end of the attention.
That said, it usually works out best if I try to deflect, at least to begin with. “Be assured I am stallion true, the pink is from family through, from story untold, to ask would be scold.” I said in the hopes of defusing things.
The stallion though had another idea as he stopped closer, “Oh… you are a stallion, I like the pink coat on you.”
Errrr what! My brain froze for a moment and I can tell you it wasn't from the water, the stallion wasnt challenging me… He was hitting on me! I had completely miss read the situation and twice in one day I was being hit on, spirits help me. To my other side I could hear a high pitched laughter peeling and in the corner of my vision the pink pony was rolling around clutching her sides.
“Name’s Rebar.” the stallion’s powerful voice rumbled with a slight husky undertone. I stammered for a second before replying “Rebar so strong so nice to greet, Chifundo my name it's nice to meet”
Personal space seemed to disappear to nothing when I could start to feel a sensual caress up my hind leg, it didn't take much to work out that Rebar’s tail was starting to warm things up a little in the freezing cold of the showers. “You new in town hansome?”
You know, if I hadn't already agreed to a date tonight I might have actually taken him up, but this is starting to get out of hoof, “ehm... Shelter from the rain we did need, our ask for help Picline did heed. Made well in Doctor and Pickline's care, Picline seems a truly nice mare.”
I hope he gets the message or else this could get very uncomfortable. “Oh yes, Picline is such a sweetheart, her and I have talked so much.” he sighed, “She needs to find a stallion, or a mare, preferably a mare and keep the stallions for myself if you know what I mean.” the last part delivered with a wink, grin and a mighty bump of his hip against mine causing me to slide to the right a good hoof length.
Rebar’s eyes widened a moment as he realised what he had done, wrapped his thick, strong tail around my middle, lifted me up and repositioned me back where I was. While I can appreciate a strong tail as much as the next zebra or pony, the feeling of being lifted like that was a little unsettling. “I’m sorry about that cutiepie, I tend to forget how strong I am.” Rebar said with a smirk and a giggle.
Still a little thrown by the sudden relocation, I managed to utter, “That’s quite alright, I am a little light.”
Rebar mused for a moment with a hum, “say, are you busy tonight hun?”
Thankful for this opening to let Rebar down gently I replied that, “Sadly while your company sweet, with Picline I have promised to eat.”
Rebar’s face lit up and looked to be a building bundle of joyous energy when I was roughly shoved aside, in my place another stallion equally well proportioned as Rebar who grunted at me, “What the buck do you want homewrecker?”
Rebar goes from ecstatic to mortified in the space of a heartbeat and manages to sputter out a defence of the statement the flirty stallion’s partner had made, “Now, now, Honey, Honey, its Its ok I was just, he’s new in town I was just…”
The newcomer turns, puts a hoof up to rebar to stop him in his tracks before turning back to me, eyes flairing with danger. “Can I help you?”
Put very much on the spot I scrambled for a reply which would diffuse the situation, thankfully this time the truth should work well, “Its quite alright, there's no need for a fight. Rebar greeting me kindly, when your arrival timely. With both of you I can share, news of my date with the mare Picline so fair. In this shower I clean so for her I can gleam.”
The newcomer, a black stallion of similar build to Rebar took a moment to register what I had said before giving out a massive squeal like the happiest filly in the world, the room shook as he trotted on the spot, “Ohhhhhh that's wonderful! I am sooo happy for her.” The black stallion and rebar look at each other grinning madly, eyes sparkling completely ignoring me as they reared up hoof to hoof and just twirled and danced around the showers merrily, the room shaking with every step, quaking with every bounce until the two stallions had burned through their excess of joy at the news.
What follows was the most intense scrub down I had ever experienced, the two lovers determined to get my light grey to shine pearly white, my pink to practically glow. My mane to sit just right, hooves polished and my every crease modest or not spotless, I swear they lingered over some places more than what was necessary or decent.