Twiwolf

>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