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[Winning suggestion: Aloe was the eavesdropper.]
 
Appel clutched the flailing filly in his forelegs and started rinsing through her mane. Silver Spoon protested vocally, not realising the mess her head had gotten into during her drunken state, and part of her seemed almost like she’d forgotten like she had just treated Appel’s meat stick like it was the best thing to ever happen to her. Some form of coping mechanism, Appel fathomed. Once her hair was rinsed through, he let her go and proceeded to look around for cleaning equipment.
 
“Get back here, you jerk!” Silver Spoon commanded from the tub, showing little inclination to leave its warmness. “I am not done scolding you!”
 
Appel came back with a bucket, but no mop. He filled it with water and started heaving it over the staircase, trying to make the cum dilute into the water enough that it wouldn’t be so obvious. Meanwhile Silver Spoon made herself busy smacking him over the head repeatedly every time she could reach him. He did not seem to mind much. She was still a small pony, after all.
 
“Did you hear that?” Appel asked and looked at the door.
 
He thought he heard something, or some pony, on the other side. But as soon as he heard something, it went quiet. Silver Spoon was very quick to fill the silence, and it was not wise words coming from her mouth. She complained about the forced rinsing. The choking on his cum, again. Having to drag Appel with her to the spa to get cleaned up, and almost getting noticed by her teacher who was lounging in the reception. And forcing a slab of horse meat that constituted his penis into her tight fillyhood and filling her up to crazy levels with his pony batter.
 
The door seemed to shake again. Not shake, as much as jerk, perhaps. Did someone overhear them? That would spell a lot of trouble if Silver Spoon did not quiet down. Appel tried to urge her to quiet down, but it seemed to infuriate her even further. Short on options, Appel dropped the bucket and pulled the filly’s lips to his and kissed her deeply. A stupid idea, sure – but not as dumb as her constant screaming. Silver Spoon turned deep red and her muffled protests stopped. A moment passes of total silence again, and when Appel let her go, Silver Spoon let out low cry and sank back in submission.
 
“Don’t… don’t ever do that again, please?” she whimpered and covered her face.
 
Appel nodded, wiped his lips, and picked up the bucket again to resume cleaning. His ears were pointing at the door, keen on picking up further disturbances. Ponyville had already successfully managed to bring out a lot of idiocy out of him than he could recall ever pulling off during his entire childhood. Silver Spoon was right, this town was in no shortage of oddities and despite resolving to stay the weekend, he grew immensely homesick where he could return to a normal, respectable life. But until then he could try to be more careful in the future and get a real taste of the wild life now. His mother would probably skin him alive if she ever found out. Appel shuddered at the thought.
 
It looked clean enough, Appel figured, as he inspected the wholly wet stars and floors around it. They could pretend he slipped in the pool, or something, right? He wasn’t much for lying, but he was already breaking some laws, so why stop at petty moral quandaries? Silver Spoon remained quiet, but her face soon hung over the tub corner, just staring at him. Her face, much less red now, gave Appel a blank expression. Appel tried to gesture ‘sorry about that’ but he was sceptical if she even understood what he meant.
 
A gentle, but irregular knock of the door echoed through the room. A familiar voice, with that sweet accent, called from the other side.
 
“Mr. Appel, are you finished with you bath?”
 
Before he could stop himself, Appel replied: “Yes? Yes, yes we are.”
 
Silver Spoon audibly palmed her face and grunted. The door swung open and in… waddled the pink mare from before. Aloe stood at the door, her face red, her eyes unfocused, and her makeup a little smudged. Her hind legs crossed together and her tone was audibly a little higher than before.
 
“Ah- ah I thought I’d ask if y-you wanted that m-massage now?” Aloe said, her stutter giving Appel clear signals.
 
“What’s with her?” Silver Spoon whispered.
 
Appel did not answer. He was still on his hind legs, leaning against the tub, holding the bucket between himself and Aloe, almost somewhat instinctively. Her scent slapped Appel in the face like a carriage careening down a steep hill and it hit like a bomb. Silver Spoon couldn’t feel it, but that was the clear as daylight signal of a mare in heat. Aloe surveyed the room, saw the mess, but seemed to be unmoved by it. But something did caught her attention and only then did her eyes regain focus. She was checking him out and it was quite intimidating.
 
If there was one thing Appel had learnt growing up, is that there is few things in the world more savage and merciless than a mare unable to control herself during estrus. It would kick in at any time, and while most mares could keep it down and not make a scene, there was always something that could knock them over the edge. What was her trigger? The earlier flirting? The goods on display that Appel had not quite tried to hide from her now that she was staring right at it. Or because she overheard the two before on the other side of the door?
 
Aloes’s hoof was wet and so was the door knob. There was a small puddle behind her, no doubt of her own making, and her hind legs ran wet with mare juices. Her face was soaked with sweat and her breathing was aroused and heavy. This was a mare who would ask of any stallion to mount her there and then, and Appel was in no position to deny her. She had heard everything, she was a witness and could report them at any time. He could feel a noose around his neck already.
 
Appel dropped the bucket and dropped on all fours. Aloe swung the door shut behind her and shambled over to the massage table. Whatever her intentions were, she was doing a terrible job of hiding it. Appel looked at her, expecting to be pounced at any second. Silver Spoon seemed distressed by the situation, but kept her mouth shut and tried to hide behind Appel.
 
“Oh~, ho ho, it’s so hot in here,” Aloe said with a restrained giggle. “Sh-shall we get s-started?”
 
Aloe’s eyes had turned predatory. Whether Appel or Silver Spoon were more terrified of her was any pony’s guess.  
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