Knocking softly on the bathroom door, he said; “I forgot to give you a towel before you went in.”

“Oh!” The door clicked open and Sketch levitated the towel through the two inch crack. When he saw Trixie’s aura encompass the towel, his own blinked out and he began to walk off as he heard Trixie say “Thank you!” in appreciation.

But… for some reason, he found himself rooted to the floor. Curiosity getting the better of him, Sketch pulled himself back slightly to look at the mirror above the vanity, in which reflected the shower on the opposite side. His expression lit up upon seeing the mare in the shower. Trixie’s mane and tail hugged her form as the steaming water dripped off of her, and Sketch couldn’t help but notice how this added to her allure. For longer than he should have, which would be from when the door opened to give her the towel, to when Trixie said thanks, Sketch watched as Trixie showered.

In his shower.

In his house.

A little snippet of a fiction myself and a friend are working on ~