>The sound of running water can be heard, stopping moments later as the flow is cut off.
>The yellow coated caretaker leans over and you slide off of her into the waiting pool.
>Splash
>You flail around in the tub warm water to prevent yourself from drowning, stopping only at the resurfacing of intense pain.
>Your head head emerges from the surface, and you gently turn to face the mare, fixing her with a glare of your own.
"Could you be any more gentle?"
>She flinches then shies behind her mane, chuckling nervously.
>"W-whoopsy."
>You watch her as she nervously turns around and bends down to grab something.
>At least you don’t have any open wounds.
>You lean back to the other side of the tub and fold your arms, blowing through your nose.
>You lower your head in a little and the water bubbles up at the surface.
>This water actually feels kinda nice, the warmth doing wonders to ease the aching pain.
>You take this moment to get a good look at dat ass while she is still stooped over.
>Yes, you're into horse ass, what of it.
>It's all you've seen since coming here.
>Not bad, could use some more cushion tho.
>Nothin to Celly's cakebutt.
>You sit there 'mirin as she fumbles around, dat booty shakin' all the the while, until she finally lifts her head up.
>She turns around, revealing what she was sifting around for.
>In her mouth is a club handle scrubbing brush with apparently soft bristles, a cloth is draped over one of her extended wings, and miraculously held in one hoof is a single bar of pink colored bottle of soap.
>"kmm Nf Tff afrffnd nn-"
>She tries to speak with the brush still held in her mouth, and you lift a claw pointing at your mouth with a raised brow.
>She blushes as she gets the message, resting it on the edge of the tub.
>"Oh, uh. Could you come over to this side for me?"
 
>You sit still, folding your arms again and just stare at her.
>"Um, Please?"
>You watch as she begins to squirm under your gaze and lack of compliance.
>What happened to that cold, authoritative, and frightening pegasus from before.
>You watch as her eyes move around in indecision as she seems to be trying to think of a way to go about this.
>"Uh..."
>Wow, this is just pathetic.
>You roll your eyes and make your way over with your back turned.
>She smiles saying, "Thank you" as you come to the edge, where she had lain the brush.
>She cranes her neck to reach for the cloth with her teeth, then sits down on the floor.
>She drops the cloth beside the brush, then picks the brush back up, propping herself over the rim.
>She balances on her elbows as she starts to rub the soap into your back with her hooves.
>It foams up well as she does and you close your eyes as she works her way along your body.
>She massages her way around all the bruises and scratches on your scaly surface.
>You sigh and arch your back, leaning into her press.
>She's not too bad at this, it's like she's done this before.
>Maybe she has some little brothers or sisters living around somewhere.
>Not that you care anyway, you're just gonna sit back and enjoy thi-
"Ah!"
>You reflexively jump as one of her hooves brushes along pass the joint of your left wing, sending a jolt through you.
>You wait out the pain for a moment as it slowly subsides.
>You release an exasperated breath, maybe it didn't hurt as much then as it does now because of adrenaline or something.
>"S-Sorry. I forgot about that."
"You forgot I had a fucked up wing?"
>You say, looking back at her through the corner of your eye with gritted teeth.
 
>She flinches, dropping the brush from her mouth, "U-uh, well. Oh... H-here, let me, um, fix that for you."
>She leans over the tub putting a light pressure on your back.
>You turn your head to look at her.
"What are you-"
>Shove
"GAAA-aahhhhh..."
>You slink down in the tub, the pain in your back now gone, or at least lessened.
>You get back up and look to your left wing.
>You attempt to move it.
>It still hurts a little, but not as much as when you tried flapping it.
>Maybe after this, you'll be able to go home after all.
>She just set your wing.
"Huh, maybe you do know what you're doing."
>Probably due to the fact that she has a set of her own.
>She smiles proudly, "Well of course! I have to! I take care of little animals all the time when the come out of the forest with troubles. Why, sometimes one of my little friends comes over with an ache in his neck and I have to-"
"Wait, did you just call me a little animal?"
>You look at her, appearing offended.
>She stops when you interrupt her, thinking about your sudden question, then realizes what she just said.
>"N-no, I didn't I-"
"You just said you take care of little animals, right after you just fixed my wing."
>She starts stuttering nonsensically trying to figure out her words.
"Relax, I'm kidding." you set yourself back. "Make sure to get my good spot, mkay?"
>She nervously picks the brush back up, a muffled sorry escaping her lips as she hovers over you again.
>She starts to gently scrub the brush over your scales, and you find yourself leaning slumping over the other side of the tub, forcing her to climb further to keep a good reach of you.
>You could probably do this yourself if she lets you, but it feels better to have someone else do the work for you.
 
>Her brushing moves along a similar pattern to when she was rubbing you, this time taking care when she gets near your wings, even though they don't hurt as much anymore.
>She does this to the rest of your body, as much as she can reach of it.
>You get a mischievous idea.
>You lean even further to the other side of the tub.
>It' barely even that big, but for someone who doesn't really have any bipedal set of knees to bend on, it would be particularly hard to keep balance.
>Just as you predict, she stretches even further to keep at her work, moving onto your help with significantly more effort.
>You look back to see her eyes closed in concentration.
>Perfect.
>While she brushes on, you deftly slip away, moving to the back end of the tub.
>She squeals as she falls in with a splash.
>Her face rests at the bottom of the tub as she hangs over the edge.
>She pushes herself up out of the water, taking a huge gasp for air.
>Her mane lays flat against her head, completely covering her face.
>You start off with a soft laugh, until she turns to face you.
>All you can see of her face is her snout poking out between her mane, which she tries and fails to blow out of her vision.
>Bits of the grass blades that were wedged in your scales now litter in patches within her mane.
>You burst at her expense, and her nose scrunches.
"Ahahaha, okay, now we're even."
>You clutch your stomach and chest.
>It hurts to laugh.
>She actually smiles and chuckles a bit herself.
>"Well, that's fine I guess."
>She pushes herself back, trying to backwards climb her way out of the tub.
>You snicker as you watch her almost slip back in a couple times before coming out completely.
 
>She moves to a rack with large towels and pulls one off.
>As she uses it to dry herself off, you hear a crash from outside.
>Fluttershy yelps and leaps into the ceiling.
>She somehow manages to stick there standing upside down while shivering uncontrollably, eyes widened in shock.
>Dafuq, is she part bat?
>"W-w-what was that?" She asks, looking down at you.
>She still has yet to detach from her position, though you can contemplate this later you guess.
"Well, I'm no expert on sounds, but I think something might have broken in another room" you say pointing toward the door.
>She follows your finger.
>"O-oh."
>She gracefully descends from the roof when another crash is heard.
>She bites her lip as she lands, looking between you and the door.
>She seems unsure.
>About what?
"Go check on your shit, girl. Don't waste time in here, you might be getting robbed. Actually wait, maybe it's safer in here if that's the case."
>She looks at you, "Huh? Oh, no, that wouldn't happen. Not in Ponyville at least. And I also live outside of town near the Everfree Forest, I don't think anypony would come out this far just for that."
>You don't- okay.
>Crash
>"Um, I'll be right back." She quickly moves to the door and opens it.
>Before stepping through she looks back to you.
>"Actually, wait, that water is too filthy now for the bath. You're mostly clean anyway, why don't you-"
>Crash
>"TheresatowelontherackoverthereyoucanusetodryoffIhavetochecksomethingfindthelivingroomandmeetmetherewhenyou'redoneit'srightdownstairsrememberbye!" Slam.
>Well.
>No use swimming around in all this filth.
>You hop your ass out of the tub and dry yourself off with the towels provided.
>You ball it up and chuck it over your shoulder and it lands in the drink.
>It makes a kersploosh.
>Half court shot, not even looking.
>10/10 you, skilled bastard.
>Someone's gonna have to fish that out later.
 
 
 
>You wonder what could be happening though.
>You remember there being like, a shit ton of bird cages in and around the house, along with some rat holes in a walls and an empty bed basket near the stairs.
>This girl might like animals a bit too much, she needs to learn some self-restraint. Or at least concentrate it where it matters, rather than randomly when.
>As you make your way out the door, through the hall, and down the stairs, you can hear her voice, accompanied by a scratchy squealing sound.
>Maybe that bed basket belongs to a cat, and with all the birds and mice that might be around, it got hungry and tried to find its own food around the house with Yellow being mia, resulting in the crash from earlier?
>It does sound like she's scolding someone.
>Scolding a cat, you haven't seen anything like it outside of cartoons, or the houses of those weird cat ladies that think their cats are people.
>That is, clingy children or spouses that can't take care of themselves without superv- wait, focus.
>You reach the bottom of the stairs and step into the living room proper.
>Looking around, you see a small trail of bits of something leading into the kitchen.
>Doesn't look like broken glass, so maybe in the kitchen is where the noise came from.
>It sure is where the off and on assertive bananagasus is.
>You follow the trail and it leads you to a scene you didn't expect.
>You see an adorable little rabbit clutching onto a tightly tied bag of baby carrots, surrounded by kitchen tools, flailing his free paw around, looking like he's trying to tell Yellow off.
>Between them both is what looks like the shattered remains of a plate.
>You make your way into the scene of the crime as Yellow shakes her head.
>"No no, Angel, I've already told you not to indulge yourself. You've just had your favorite salad before I left." She says.
>It makes incoherent noises.
>"A light snack? Well, I mean... No, look at this mess you've made. I ought to put you on a time out.”
>He holds his ground.
>Then looks down.
 
>A "large" shadow is suddenly cast over him, and with it the sounds akin to something sharp dragging against flooring.
>Actually, it was exactly that.
>You stare down at the little thing and watch him begin to shiver like a leaf.
>Wtf is wrong with him, he was so brute defying scare stare a moment ago.
>You exhale softly through your nose, emitting a small plume of static-y smoke, the misty soot flowing around the quivering little bunny.
>He freezes in place.
>Seriously, wh- oooh.
>Predator mode engage.
"You know... watching you two squabble there about food..."
>You click your tongue.
"It's starting to make me feel a bit... hungry."
>As if on queue, your stomach gives a low growl of a rumble.
>That makes the little fucker jump.
>Ohoh, you're going to enjoy this reveal.
>You look up to see Yellow's reaction, and for her part, she seems almost as intimidated as the rabbit.
>That or more so, you can't really tell that much. She's just staring into space.
>Maybe your stomach grumbled a bit loud there, she did seem like the wimp type, despite her terrifyingly strong ability to actually crush your will.
>You scrape your claws against the floor.
>The rabbit hesitates for a moment, making an effort to turn around and stare death in it's scaly face.
>You have your head lowered right to his body, your jaw slightly open, and both eyes focused solely on him.
>You breath through your nose again, and the soot blows in his face.
>He coughs.
"You know... I can't remember the last time I actually had some meat."
>You had a rump roast last night before bed, with a side of shill.
>You lift and idle claw and gently drag it up his little body, from the fuzzy toe of his feet, to the ridge under his chin.
 
>He squeals and disappears in a comical puff of white smoke.
>The bag of carrots float in the air for what looked like bit over a second, before remembering relativity was a thing, and fell to the ground uninterrupted.
>He even left behind some chocolate pellets.
>wait...
>You scan around for the little rodent to find that he had taken to huddling be behind the legs of ButterColor for protection.
>Said mare seems to have been startled stiff by your sudden performance, before shaking herself out of her daze.
>She then begins to console her quivering pet while you watch with a shitty grin on your face.
>That was actually pretty fun to do, for as short as it lasted.
>Again, you should probably feel shame, but you presently have no fucks to give.
>"Now, that wasn't very nice." Yellow says, speaking to you now.
>"Poor little Angel's heart is about to leap out of his chest."
>She nuzzles into the little rabbit, who looks about to burst into tears?
>Kek
>He probably almost pissed himself.
"Hey, that little rat looked like it was causing you trouble there, I did you a favor."
>"I know you might have been trying to help, but that is no excuse for being a meanie. There there, Angel..."
>What you spoutin off bout, m8?
>She turns around and walks out of the kitchen toward the basket in the other room, placing the little rabbit in it and pulling a tiny blanket over him.
"Ah, whatever."
>She turns back to you, giving you that look.
>You falter a moment, averting your gaze to the cupboard under the sink.
>"We'll talk about your manners later, but first let's see to about those cuts."
>She walks up to you, and you back up.
"Woa-ho hey there. Now, I let you take me to your house and toss me into your tub. Not to say I didn't enjoy it, but I'm not gonna let you molest me further than ya already did."
>"M-molest? I-"
"Figure of speech. I'm fine. Seriously. Hey. What are you doing. Don't touch me."
>She persists in closing the gap and you keep backing up.
 
>Your steps take you circling back into the living room.
>"But you still have all those scratches. Your chest is swollen. I need to-"
>You find yourself backed up against a wall.
>You try to feel around for some escape route but find no purchase.
"Need nothing. Listen girly, I don't know who you are, b-"
>"Oh! Right, how could I forget? My name's Fluttershy." She responds with a smile.
>You stare at her, puzzled by her sudden pause, but don't stop feeling around on the wall you're against.
>Getting more acquainted with the surface, you think it might be a door.
"Oh, o-okay, nice to meet you Fluttershy.
>You try groping around some more with your other hand.
>"Nice to meet you too, Mr..."
"Huh? Um... Anonymous. Yeah, that's it..."
>After a couple more seconds you find what you were looking for, the doorknob.
>She seems rather happy with this little exchange, clopping her hooves together.
>You grip the knob and slowly begin to twist as she opens her mouth again.
"Alright, Fluttershy, I'd love to stick around and chat some more, but I'm a busy dragon."
>You hear the click.
"Now if you'll excuse me-"
>"But wait, you can't just-"
"Yes I can. Watch me"
>And with that, you soon on a heel and quickly-
>rush face first into the upper half of the 2-split door, effectively clotheslining yourself.
>You fall onto your back and lie in a daze as Fluttershy makes her way over.
>"Oh my, I tried to warn you."
>The rest of the door swings open slowly in reward to your action.
>Fluttershy tries to help you up, but you bat her hoof away again.
"For the last time, Gir- I mean Fluttershy."
>You grunt as you bring yourself to sit upright.
"I can, urg... I can handle myself."
>Her mouth twists a bit, then she opens it to speak again.
>"Anonymouuuuuus!" A sudden shout from above interrupts her before she begins her speech.
>You're not sure if you should feel relief, or dread for what's about to happen.
“Well shit..”
>BADUFFFFFFFFFF.
 
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>You think that's an appropriate sound effect, for objects of relatively large size traveling at high velocity crashing down with enough force to make the ground shake.
>The impact throws up a cloud of dust.
>You cover your face to block off the offending particles, but Fluttershy is not so quick as she begins to cough.
>Suddenly, through the dust cloud pierces two long foreign objects.
>They wrap around you and pull swiftly, yanking you away and constricting you against a solid but soft pillar of white.
>This pillar of white begins to rub and brush itself against your captured form,  bending and curling about you.
>Then it speaks.
>"Oh, Anonymous, you had me so worried. As soon as I received Twilights letter, I assumed you were in grave danger and rushed here as quickly as I could. I'm so glad to see you safe and sound."
>Celestia smothers you like a python until the dust eventually clears.
>Fluttershy is only just now catching herself.
>Up in the sky, you can see a little purple dot sluggishly making its way towards your location.
>It becomes easier to see that it is... Twickle... Spickle?
>Purple Winghorn, flying towards you.
>"Princ- *gasp* cess, please. *gasp* slow..." she floats to a stop a few meters away "down..."
>She collapses into a heap on the ground.
>This draws the attention of Celestia, giving you a window to wriggle out of her grasp.
>To no avail, her grip is far too strong.
>"Oh, Twilight, you don't look too good. Maybe you should rest. You know, you really need to exercise your wings more, you won't be able to get around much with those if you can hardly travel half a mile."
>'Twilight', you're gonna have to remember that, just lies there panting, barely lifting her head up to acknowledge Celestia.
>"It... was... much... farther..."
>You're still struggling to get out, but Celestia hugs you even tighter.
>With no sign of escape, you give up in your efforts and go limp under her hold.