>Day forgot to floss in Equestria.
>Wake up.
>Go to the bathroom.
>Shit. Shake. Shower. Scrub. Shave. Sanitize. Sss-Breakfast...
>Mmm... You sure do love Generic Mills Snow Flakes.
>They're grrrr- alright, you guess...
>As per usual, there's a knock at your door.
>You grumble and walk over to answer it, munching on your cereal along the way.
>Better steel yourself for the yellow menace.
>Shovel another spoonful of flakes into your mouth and put on your biggest NOPE face.
>Open the door.
>It's... not Fluttershy this time.
>You feel a little disappointed.
>It's never her when you get all dressed up.
>Colgate giggles a little. "Nice, uhh... morning face you've got there, Anon."
>You sigh and change it out for your normal, bleak and jaded face.
What are you doing here, Colgate?
>She huffs. "How rude! Aren't you at least going to invite me inside first?"
>You use your free hand's forefinger and thumb to rub your eyes in resentment.
>Why?
>Why you?
>Why Equestria?
>Why not Hooker Island or nearly any other make-believe land?
>While you're debating the validity of the sixth vowel in your head, Colgate saunters between your legs and into your home.
>The light tingling sensation of her coat as it brushes against your thigh brings you back to reality.
>Or whatever "reality" this place claims to be.
 
>You groan.
Make yourself at home, I guess...
>You close your door and set yourself on the couch.
So what is it you want, anyway?
>She sidles up on the couch next to you. "I have something very important I need to talk to you about."
>She leans in closer to you.
>You scoot away, but you don't get far before you reach the end of the couch.
>Colgate pursues, pressing her barrel against your torso and draping a hoof over your thigh.
>This is getting weird and fast.
>You try to scramble over the sofa's armrest, spilling your bowl of cereal in the process.
>Colgate's advance is too swift.
>Her forehooves pin your chest down, pressing you into the far corner of the couch.
>You start to breathe heavily, your eyes darting all around.
>Her muzzle moves towards your mouth and you close your eyes.
>There's a familiar jingle of magic.
>You feel your mouth being forced open, although not painfully.
>You wait for the inevitable.
>It seems like an eternity, but the tongue-lashing never comes.
>A few awkward moments later, you gather enough courage to open your eyes.
>A two-tone mane is bouncing back and forth across your vision.
>Colgate is examining your teeth.
>"You've been skipping your appointments, Anon."
 
>Oh Lord. Is that all this is about?
>Guess you're going to be getting a different kind of tongue-lashing.
>You're not sure which you'd actually prefer, if given the choice.
>You can't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation.
>You can tell that Colgate doesn't appreciate your disrespect for the gravity of the situation.
>She backs off of you for a moment. "This is serious, Anon. I take a lot of pride in my work. And it's my job to make sure all the p0nies-"
>She looks up at your face and blinks. "And umm... human... all have sparkling white teeth."
>You can't help but smile.
>It's a plaque-riddled, not-so-pretty smile, but the sincerity shines through.
>You hoist Colgate off of you and set her back down on the sofa.
>You look deep into her shimmering, concerned, aquamarine eyes.
>It's not like you can't understand her devotion.
>Once upon a time, you used to love your job too.
>But damnit. You just can't stand the dentist's office.
>Colgate's bottom lip begins to quiver and traces of tears begins to form at the corner of her eyes.
>You sigh, starting to cave to the adorableness of it all.
>Suddenly, you get an idea.
Colgate...
>She perks up at her name.
You've always been a pretty sporting mare, haven't you?
>You've heard rumors of some of the poker games they play around here.
>She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow. "I suppose so. So what?"
How about a little game?
>"What do you have in mind?"
I bet you can't go five minutes with your teeth being brushed before you cave in.
>Colgate just laughs. "You want me to brush my teeth for five minutes?"
>You grin.
No, I'm going to brush them.
>Colgate's laughter explodes two-fold. "Don't you think that's a little too... easy?"
>She wipes a tear from her eye.
>You get a devilish grin.
 
Colgate, when you get your mane cut, you go to a parlor, don't you?
>"Well yes, but what does that have to do with-"
You see, I don't like going to a barber shop or anything like that. It makes me nervous when people touch my hair.
>Colgate fidgets. "I guess that makes sense. I only want the stylists I know cutting my mane..."
You have to be pretty close to someone, psychologically, before you can let them touch your hair.
>You wave your hands around her muzzle playing the "I'm not touching you" game.
I've even heard that some mares would rather have their bodies touched before their mane.
>She pouts. "What are you getting at?"
It's called "touching." Hair cutting is just one example. Another is brushing your teeth.
>You start to circle around her on the couch, grinning.
Normally, having someone else brush your teeth is simply absurd. You can do it yourself, and you usually do.
>From behind her you lean over the back of the sofa and grasp her withers.
>She recoils slightly from your touch.
In other words, Colgate, having someone else brush your teeth generates major psychological resistance.
>You can feel her gulp.
If you can withstand that resistance for five minutes, then you win the game. If not, you lose, and I don't have to go to your office for the next year.
>She shivers for a moment but then stands up, laughing confidently.
>"You had me going for a moment, but this is nothing."
Is that right?
>"Damn straight! And when I win, you're coming for bi-monthly examinations, Anon."
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1jY7BLQVMc
 
Then shall we begin?
>You head to your restroom and retrieve a new toothbrush and some toothpaste.
>Returning to your living room, you pat the seat of the couch.
Go ahead and get comfortable, Colgate.
>The mare sits awkwardly on the couch on her hind legs, her forehooves propping her up.
>You smile. This is just like the time you brushed your dog's teeth.
>Only this time, your patient should hopefully stay still...
>You seat yourself to the side of your victim, squirting a bit of toothpaste onto the brush and cupping the back of her neck with your free hand.
>You tilt her back gently, lowering the toothbrush to her muzzle.
Open wide and say "Aah."
>Colgate's mouth parts timidly. "A-Aah..."
>You gently slide the brush into her orifice.
>Her once half-lidded eyes shoot open in surprise and her body reels slightly from the delicate touch of the bristles against her molars.
>You begin brushing little circles along her pristine enamel.
>Colgate lets out a few soft, sweet moans and squirms under your touch, instinctively trying to escape her predicament.
>You can't help but smirk.
>She's only now realizing how unnerving this sensation can be.
>It isn't like most other stimuli.
>You aren't messing with her exterior.
>You're playing with her interior.
>You continue, the thin hairs of the brush stimulating her gum line with each pass.
>You gingerly outline individual teeth, caressing them delicately with the bristles.
>Louder moans and gasps escape Colgate's maw.
>She begins softly biting at the brush as it enters and exits her mouth.
 
>You smirk. Her discomfort just makes you want to try harder.
You know, you could just give up now and get this over with.
>You move her tongue out of the way with the tip of the brush and start to work her upper incisors.
>The fine hairs of the brush lap at the roof of Colgate's mouth.
>She shivers and her moaning increases in volume and intensity.
>You freeze.
>Hearing Colgate moan like this is making you feel weird.
>You can feel a warmth beginning to radiate from within you.
>Your heart starts to race and you can feel beads of sweat forming on your brow.
>Colgate is panting heavily at the other end of the brush.
>You notice for the first time the sweat dripping down her neck.
>You gulp and take a good look at the mare before you.
>Her navy blue and off-white mane falls scattered along the back of your couch and your arm.
>Her horn peaks out of the mess, absorbed in a delicate glow.
>Her nearly-closed eyes flutter open occasionally.
>Oh Celestia, this mare is cute...
>Has she always been this cute?
>You continue brushing, and she, moaning.
>Is it possible... that Colgate is the cutest mare in Equestria...?
>Colgate continues moaning.
>Get a hold of yourself, man!
>You're no horsefucker!
>It's the special circumstances of the situation that's getting to you, is all.
>You know that.
>More moaning.
>You know that, but...
>Colgate whimpers.
Colgate...
>You push her back to the couch, forcing her to lay down.
Colgate, I...
>Her chest heaves and she murmurs, "I-It's okay, Anon..."
>You trail a hand from her barrel down to her marehood, about to claim your prize, when-
>Your door bursts open.
>"What are you two doing?" Fluttershy asks sporting a deadpan stare and a kitchen knife.
>You look down at the helpless mare and back to Fluttershy.
Um... I'm definitely not
[spoiler]Fucking Colgate[/spoiler]