Title:           Twiwolf
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 31st of October 2013 04:03:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 31st of October 2013 04:03:05 AM CDT

>you find a place to sit that happens to be an overturned bookcase
>"Uh, where's Spike?"
>normally he'd be busy cleaning this shit up
"Oh, I sent him away on errands to pick up more ink and quills. And books about wolves. I'm afraid this library just isn't going to cut it!"
>she's prancing around the mess, drawing an un-snapped quill, jar of ink and piece of parchment towards her with her magical purple aura
>at least her telekinesis seems to work just fine
>or so you think right up until the entire assortment goes whizzing past your face and smashes into the far wall
"Ahahaha. Opps."
>Twilight gives you a sheepish grin full of sharp teeth
"I don't quite seem to have full control over my magic yet. But I'm getting there! I'm better than I was, anyway."
>she coughs
>a little gray feather comes spiraling out of her mouth
>you stare at it as it floats down near your shoes
>she doesn't seem to notice
>"Uh, how much worse?"
>if she heard you she doesn't let on
>her ears don't even perk up
"So! Anon, tell me about Dash and Fluttershy. What were they like?"
>padding around in front of you, she settles down onto her haunches, looking up with her tail curled around her side
>at this range the smell really hits you
>it was covered by the scent of spilled ink before, but now it's all you can smell
>it's nothing too terribly bad, but she does smell like, well, wet dog
>you can feel your nose wrinkling like it's trying to recede back into your face
>"Twilight, when was the last time you bathed?"
>her expression freezes
"Oooh...I don't know. Maybe...before I changed?"
>she gives that little awkward laugh of hers, eyes darting from one side of the room to the other
>"Twilight."
>she looks at you
>"I think you need a bath."
>her tail gets going as she rises up, pacing, almost going in a circle
"Aheh, no I don't, Anon. Don't be silly. I need this time to learn more about this phenomenon!"
>"But you smell, Twilight. Can't you clean yourself?"
>she's starting to back away
 
"W-well no. I mean, you saw me with the paper and ink. They just go flying! And these paws, well, they're not exactly made for grabbing soap!"
>she's walking backwards along the floor
>you're starting to advance now with clean thoughts on your mind
>"Someone could do it for you."
"Oh, well, that's okay, really. There's no one to do it, and, uh, I need the time for research anyway!"
>"But Twilight. It's not like you to be such a dirty girl."
>her butt bumps into the far wall
>she whips her head around, looking for a moment
>seeing your chance, you lunge
>"BATH TIME."
>that's all it takes and she's bolting away
>she actually darts around you as you smack against the wall and she jumps clear across a desk
>as you pick yourself up she's put her fronts paws up on the lips of the desk, watching you, snout quivering
>turning, you scowl at her
>she whimpers a little, ducking down behind the desk
>striding over, you vault the desk, coming down with both feet on the floor
>she's already gone, scrambling up the stairs in that typically awkward way of a canine that doesn't quite have all four of its feet figured out
>panting, you dash upstairs after her
>"I'm going to get you wet and sticky whether you like it or not!"
>you corner her in her bedroom
>she's pressed into the corner across from the bed, tail still, trying to hunch down and make herself smaller than she actually is
>you advance with a smile
>"C'mon, Twilight. You need a washing."
>she pouts at you
"But the water makes me feel funny!"
>"That's not an excuse for poor hygiene, young lady. Now you can follow me to the bathroom, or I can drag you there."
>curling her lip, she snarls at you
>lunging forward, you grab her by the scruff of the neck
>she yelps and struggles, claws tearing at your pant legs
>you end up dragging her into the bathroom on her back, legs and tail dragging behind her
>she whines softly as you slam the door shut and start to fill the tub