>You stand around for just a moment more, simply gazing at the staircase Pinkie Pie just went up.
>You're... speechless, to say the least.
>Did... did she just say...?
>"Eeemmy!" she calls in a mock whine from upstairs, "Are you coming?"
>This snaps you right to.
Y-Yeah, Pinkie! I'll be right up!
>Your heart begins to race in your chest.
>Hoo boy...
>You take your first step toward the stairs.
>And slowly begin progressing.
>What could this mean...?
>You place your foot down on the bottom step, and slowly begin your ascent.
>Your BPM is a mile a minute.
>If she wants to shower together...
>...Does that mean...?
>You continue your trek up the stairs.
>You can hear Pinkie humming and messing around with a few things in her bathroom.
>...Does that mean... something might happen...?
>You grip the base of your blouse in your hands, twisting it subconsciously.
>...You're really nervous.
>How could you not be?
>From cuddling to...
>...
>You reach the top of the stairs, and head down the hallway.
>You can hear a tap begin to run, the sound of powerful, warm water crashing down against marble.
>You approach a partially-open door, warm steam slowly seeping from the crack.
>Placing your palm against it, you nervously push it open, exposing the entirety of the bathroom to you.
>Pinkie Pie fumbles with a few taps and soaps, then turns her big, blue eyes to you.
>"Oh, there you are, Emmy!" she chirps happily.
>You close the door behind you and kind of shuffle in toward her.
>The hot steam from the running bath feels incredible against your skin.
>It almost soothes you.
>...Almost.
>Maybe a bath would be a good thing...
>Pinkie continues running the tap, while swishing her hoof back and forth in the water, as if to test the temperature.
>She turns to you once more, and giggles.
>"Well come over here!"
>A quick shock of nervousness takes you, before you shove it aside, and throw on a quick smile for Pinkie.
>You slink over to her and get down on your knees next to her and the tub.
>She swishes her hoof some more, then looks at you with a content smile.
>"How does the water feel?" she asks.
>You remove your hand from your blouse, lifting it toward the water, and place it inside.
>It's... perfect.
>So warm, and would be absolute heaven to feel against your entire body.
It's just right, Pinkie.
>She gives you a wide, toothy grin.
>"Great!" she cheers, launching up into the air and careening into the tub.
>Warm water splashes around the bathroom, some washing over you and your new clothes.
>You recoil a little bit, a tad surprised at the event that just transpired.
>...But, well, it is Pinkie.
>She eyes you from the tub, half submerged, and giggles.
>You smile, and grab a nearby towel, patting your clothes dry as best as you can.
...Okay, Pinkie...
>You say, edging closer to the tub.
What do you need me to do?
>She zips her head out of the water, reaches over the edge of the tub, and grabs one of your hands.
>"Your hands, silly!" she laughs.
>...Well, that didn't make a whole lot of--
>"They're useful for this stuff, right? I know if you use your hands, I can get super-DUPER clean!"
>She releases it and sinks back into the water a little.
>Her wet, pink mane and big, blue eyes peek out at you from the water.
>"...Wash me, Emmy? Please?"
>It's enough to make your heart collapse into itself.
>She's just... too adorable.
>You smile, and reach over to one of her shampoos.
>Pulling it close, you quickly scan the label.
>..."Cotton Candy and Bubble Gum scented"...
>...Smells great.
>You squirt a little onto your hands, then place the bottle back down.
>Pinkie sits herself up in the tub a little more, giving you more access to her head.
>With your heart still pounding through your chest, you slowly extend your hands into her mane, and begin scrubbing.
>You rotate your hands all the way through, ensuring the shampoo gets everywhere, then begin massaging her scalp.
>Your fingers dig into her curly, poofy mane, running small circles around the roots of her hair, and scrubbing them together.
>Pinkie lets out a sigh of relief, and a soft moan.
>You can feel a slight twitch between your legs.
>Ensuring her mane is absolutely, perfectly clean, you continue your cranial scrub.
>You can tell she is completely relaxed, her eyes closed, her breathing steady and regular.
>If only you could say the same.
>You're trying your damnedest not to let your sporadic, quickened breath become noticeable.
>Finally, you release your hands from her head.
>With no further contact, Pinkie's eyes flutter open.
>Without speech, she smiles to you, then lifts her tail out from under the water behind her.
>...Oh, right.
>Well, who can blame you for forgetting?
>You get a little more shampoo onto your hands, then grip the length of her tail, massaging the entirety of it up and down, covering all.
>Pinkie's eyes close again, and she hums softly.
>You slip your fingers between her curly strands, rubbing them between your palms to ensure a deep clean, and continue this for the entirety of her tail.
>When it's completely covered, you dip it back under the warm water and scrub quickly once more, releasing the suds and soap into the bathtub.
>Pinkie opens her eyes when you do this, then looks to you, before winking, and dipping her entire head under.
>You laugh a little to yourself, then swing your hands around to her submerged mane, performing the same routine on it.
>She pops back up, the water pouring off of her and back into the tub, and giggles.
>Her mane poofs back up.
>She wraps a hoof around it and brings it close to her face, inhaling deeply.
>"It smells amazing, Emmy, thanks!"
>You dip your forearms into the water to rinse off any leftover suds, and smile to her.
Of course, Pinkie.
>She giggles, then stands up on all four hooves in the tub.
>The water around her lifts up and splashes softly back into the tub.
>"So! Body next, right?"
>You feel a quick pang of surprise come over you.
>...Why? It's not like you didn't know it was coming.
>You smile sheepishly to her, then eye a few other bottles of soap around the tub.
>...But that doesn't make it any less nerve-racking.
>You pick a bottle labeled "Coat Wash."
>..."Freshly Baked Cake scent"...
>...Alright.
>You pour some onto your hand, and lightly rub it between your palms.
>Pinkie closes her eyes, and waits.
>You bring your hands close to her body...
>...Well, here we go.
>...And grip her sides, massaging the wash into her velvety fur.
>You think you feel her shudder.
>Your fingers sink between the small hairs, scrubbing and cleaning her coat as best as they can.
>You travel from her center area, up to her shoulders, and down her two front hooves.
>After those are done, you rinse your hands a bit, then apply some more wash.
>You lift them back up and...
>...
>...Well, the only place left to wash is...
>...But, would she mind that...?
>...She said she wanted you to wash her...
>And that is part of her...
>You slowly reach for it.
>Your irregular breathing picks back up.
>And finally...
>You place your hands on her flanks, and scrub around her cutie marks.
>...She definitely vibrates, there's no mistaking it.
>You can feel her body trembling under your hands.
>Is this... a good thing...?
>You continue your scrub, from her cutie marks, to the base of her tail, to...
>...
>...You stop once more...
>...
>You lift your hands and dip them in the water, beginning at the base of her submerged hooves.
>You scrub as well as you can, now that the soap is diluted, and continue upward.
>Until you're about at...
>...
>...Should you...?
>Between her legs could be...
>...As curious as you are...
>It's probably best not to...
>You rinse your hands once more.
A-All done, Pinkie...!
>She reopens her eyes, and flashes that trademark Pinkie smile at you.
>Her eyes well up.
>"Thank you SO much, Emmy!"
>You can practically feel your face flush.
N-No problem!
>She giggles, then dips her body under the water, ridding the suds, before reemerging.
>She springs up and out of the tub, and begins shaking herself off.
>Water sprays everywhere, and you shield your face with your hands, laughing.
>Miraculously, once her shake is done, her mane, tail, and coat are perfectly dry and in order.
>"Okay!" she chirps happily.
>You begin to stand to your feet, and--
>"Your turn!"
>Wha-!?
M-My turn...?
>You sputter.
>You slowly grip the bottom of your blouse once more and twist.
>Is she really saying...?
>"Mhmm!" she says with a smile, "You washed me, now it's my turn to repay the favor and wash you!"
>Now you KNOW you're flushed.
I-I... That's okay, Pinkie, I really don't think I--
>"Oh, don't be a silly billy! Come on!"
>She dances on her tip-hooves a little bit, looking at you expectantly.
>Your heart rate skyrockets.
>Your brain becomes a scramble.
>You didn't think she'd actually want you to...
Like... Like completely... naked?
>Pinkie giggles.
>"Well you don't bathe in your CLOTHES, do you, Emmy?"
Well, n-no...
>"Then come on! I promise, I'll get you SUPER clean!" she cheers, springing up and down.
>You bring your right hand over to your hanging left forearm and rub it slightly.
>...Well, you're human...
>...She won't really know much about your anatomy...
>...
>You look around the bathroom, as if someone else might be in there.
>...You can't believe you're doing this.
O-Okay, Pinkie...
>She squees in delight.
>You smile sheepishly at this, then turn around, as if to shield your front half from her.
>You lift your blouse slowly over your head, revealing your new, hand-made bra.
>It's silent in the bathroom.
>You want to know what Pinkie's doing, but you don't want to look.
>Is she just... watching you?
>You place your blouse on a nearby table, then undo your belt, button, and zipper on your new, dark-blue jeans.
>You slip the tight denim off, unveiling your handmade underwear.
>You place these jeans with your blouse.
>...Now comes the hard part.
>...Just make a dash for the tub after...
>You reach behind you and undo the hooks, allowing your bra to slack and easily come off.
>As well, you grip the waist of your underwear and quickly slide it down, showing your bare rear to Pinkie.
>Quickly, you toss these over to your other clothes, and, not facing Pinkie, rapidly run over and slide into the tub.
>The warm water wraps and envelopes you bare skin.
>It's like a hot tub...
>It feels so magical.
>For a second, your nervousness and uneasiness dissipates.
>You close your eyes and sigh with relief, melting into the tub, becoming one with the water...
>...Then, you hear a giggle.
>And it snaps you back to reality.
>You're naked, in a tub.
>And Pinkie Pie, the p0ny you oddly have a thing for, is preparing to wash you.
>Your heart picks up again.
>"You look cozy, Emmy!" she cheers as she springs close to the tub.
>You wrap your arms around your breasts under the water, and smile at her.
Y-Yeah, the water, it's... perfect.
>She lands down at the edge of the tub and giggles.
>Then, she reaches over to her assorted soaps and shampoos, grabbing a bottle.
>You quickly glance at it as she brings it over to herself.
>...Ordinary shampoo.
>Thank God.
>She wraps a hoof around the bottle and squirts some onto the base of her other, then gently places it down onto your head.
>You wince out of a mix of nervousness, excitement, and anticipation.
>She starts working circles on top of your scalp, using the sides of her hooves and her fur as a makeshift brush.
>She gathers your long hair up on top of your head to scrub that as well.
>The air fills with the shampoo's soft scent.
>It's now silent in the bathroom as Pinkie puts her hooves to quick work.
>In around two minutes, she's finished giving your hair the royal treatment, and she gently pushes down onto your head, signifying a dunk.
>You comply, and arch your back and neck forward to get your head under the water.
>With a quick rinse, you bring yourself back up, breathing in the air and flinging your long, wet hair behind you.
>You run your fingertips through it.
>Feels fantastic.
>You open your eyes, only for them to meet Pinkie's large, blue ones.
>She's smiling softly.
>You smile too.
Thanks Pinkie, this is amazing.
>She smiles wider, happily closing her eyes to emphasize it.
>"Okay, Emmy," she says, reaching for a different bottle, "up and out of the water, time for a body wash."
>And that relaxed feeling is immediately replaced with anxiety once again.
O-Oh, right...
>...
>Well, here goes...
>You plant your palms on the bottom of the tub for extra support, take a breath, and pull yourself to your feet.
>The cooler air contrasts the warm water you were just immersed in, and your body feels a tad colder and fresher for it.
>You stare straight ahead, as if not making eye contact will detract from her seeing you naked.
>Pinkie giggles.
>"So that's what you hide under those clothes!"
>You awkwardly smile.
Yeah, that's what I cover up... heh...
>"Okay, well I'll make sure it's SQUEAKY clean!"
>You nod nervously.
>An extensive clean...
>Ohhh boy...
>You hear the bottle of body wash squeeze onto Pinkie's hooves, and you brace for impact.
>Her soft appendages press into your stomach, and begin similar scrubbing circles around your belly button and ab region.
>You bite your tongue inside your mouth.
>She wraps them completely around to your back, washing the middle and up to your shoulders.
>You close your eyes, and try not to visibly display how you feel.
>It feels...
>...Really good.
>Her hooves are like magic.
>She brings them up and over your shoulders, washing there quickly, before going down each arm, then up again and slightly south to your breasts.
>You let out a quick, surprised moan, before stifling it quickly.
>Your face flushes even more.
>You can't believe you actually made that noise!
>Pinkie washes around the outside, feeling the fullness of each breast as she washes.
>She bounces them up and down slightly, playing with them a little, and giggles.
>"I think I remember doing this when we were cuddling!"
>...Really?
>You hold your breath as she continues, giving each nipple a quick scrub, before dropping further down south, washing the sides of your body.
>You exhale in relief.
>You can feel a stirring between your legs.
>Keep it together, Femanon...
>She trails her hooves down to your waist, then wraps around to your rear, scrubbing quick, wide circles around each cheek.
>You close and tighten your eyes.
>After a few quick circles and a good wash, she brings it around to the front, and--
>!!
>You gasp, and your knees almost give out, buckling a bit before you catch yourself.
>Pinkie laughs.
>"Well don't move, Emmy!" she says cheerily.
>But...
>She continues washing, her soapy hoof trailing up and down over your sex.
>You try your hardest to stifle a moan, but you think you let a small one seep through your lips.
>You pray Pinkie didn't hear it.
>She continues her quick scrub.
>It's driving you wild...
>Does she even know what she's doing?
>You can't contain this...
>If she keeps this up, you're going to scream...
>You can feel the pressure build in your chest.
>God damn, don't do it.
>You don't need this.
>You bite down on your tongue as hard as you possibly can.
>There's no way.
>You're gonna--!
>--Her hoof finally releases from between your legs, trailing down the side of your leg.
>Her other hoof grips your other, and she scrubs down your thighs and calves.
>You exhale as discreetly as you can.
>...Being a screamer can suck sometimes...
>Not that your ex-boyfriend minded it or anything.
>You feel her hooves tickle your feet a little, then she rockets her appendages out of the tub.
>"All done!" she says with a smile.
>Immediately, you drop back into the tub, splashing down and submerging yourself once more.
>You can't control this blushing.
>You rinse yourself off, trying to keep as covered as possible.
>Pinkie only giggles and smiles at your antics.
>"See Emmy? Squeaky clean!"
>You smile back at her, rinsing the last of the suds off.
Yeah, a perfect scrub...
>She trots over to a drawer, pulling out a towel, then springs over to your clothes, putting it there.
>"I'll leave this towel here for you, okay? Meet me downstairs when you're done!"
>You nod to her.
Okay, Pinkie.
>She smiles once more, then jumps out the door, closing it behind her.
>...
>You sit in the tub for a few moments, just thinking.
>What was that about?
>She couldn't have not known...
>P0nies have them too, right?
>She'd HAVE to know...
>...
>Did she really want to do that, in that case?
>Could she really be... attracted to you that way?
>...Maybe.
>There are signs that point to it...
>...Like this entire bath.
>You smile a little, feeling your face flush just from the thought.
>You bring yourself up and out from the tub, and grab your towel.
>...Although, there are also signs pointing the opposite way, too...
>You begin drying your body.
>...And then there are the cases of no signs at all... and signs to completely different things...
>You begin drying your hair.
>...Well, that's the nature of Pinkie Pie, you suppose.
>...But you'd just like some damn confirmation.
>If this is all ignorance on her part, it'd all have been one big lead-on.
>And if she does feel this way... why is she teasing?
>Does she even realize she is?
>You finally finish drying off, and begin donning your clothes once more.
>Underwear, bra, blouse, jeans.
>All on.
>You fold the towel for Pinkie, placing it where she left it, and sigh a little.
>Then, you head out the door and downstairs, where Pinkie is waiting.
>She's doing nothing in particular.
>Seems to be straightening things up around the shop.
>She hears your footsteps against the stairs, and turns to face you.
>She smiles.
>"There's the clean Ms. Femanon!" she jokes, before straightening a painting quickly and walking over to you.
>You step off the final step and smile to her.
Y-Yeah. Thanks for that, Pinkie.
>She beams.
>"Of COURSE! That's what friends do, right?"
>...Friends.
>You smile bashfully, and rub your forearm with you hand.
>...Should you?
>...
Hey, Pinkie...
>You say, catching her as she begins to walk somewhere else.
>She halts, and turns to you.
>"Mhmm?" she says happily.
>You take another step.
Do you...
>You stumble on your words.
>You let out a single, breathy laugh, and clear your throat.
Do you... Do you... like me...?
>She tilts her head to you, then bursts out laughing.
>...It doesn't feel very good.
>...Relax, Femanon. It's not mocking laughter.
>...Right?
>She looks to you again, eyes full of tears.
>"Of course I like you, silly goose! You're one of my best friends!"
>She gleefully and happily trots toward the kitchen.
>You follow her.
N-No, I mean...
>She starts doing various kitchen activities and preparations, but still gives you her attention.
I mean... you know... like. Like... like like...
>She gives you a quizzical look.
>...Maybe that didn't make a whole lot of sense.
I mean...! Do you... do you think I'm... pretty?
>...
>What did you ask!?
>She giggles.
>"You're BEAUTIFUL, Emmy!"
>She trots over and boops you on the nose.
>"And don't let anyp0ny ever tell you any different!"
>She springs over to an opposite fridge.
>...
>You sigh...
>...You aren't finding this out today.
>"I had a ton of fun this morning, Emmy!" she calls from the fridge, "But I gotta start up my shift reeeeal soon!"
>She brings some more supplies out of the fridge and places them on the counter.
>"It stinks! But I gotta work..."
>You look to her.
>And smile.
>You walk over and rustle her mane a bit.
No problem, Pinkie. I'll let you get to work.
>She beams.
>And jumps up, wrapping her hooves around your neck in a tight, loving hug.
>"Thanks Emmy!"
>She releases, and frowns a bit.
>"I just don't want it to seem like I'm kicking you out..."
>You, still basking in the afterglow of that glorious hug, give her a smile.
>You're the one who boops her on the nose this time.
I know you aren't, Pinkie.
>She smiles again.
>You say your goodbyes, and exit Sugarcube Corner.
>You take a huge breath, and exhale.
>...What even just happened in there?
 
>"You did WHAT with her!?" Rarity screams excitedly.
Shh!!
>You hiss, looking around and motioning with your hands to lower the volume.
>She blushes quickly, and shakes it off.
>"But really, WHAT? You two BATHED together?"
>You hop up onto the massage table opposite Rarity, placing your head through the hole.
>Now you wait for the masseuses.
Well... yes. I didn't really INTEND for that to happen, but--
>"No, this is great!" she cheers, "How can you mistake any interest she may have now!?"
>She gasps.
>"You two... you two didn't..."
>...Is the implying...?
No, Rarity, we did not.
>You say with a laugh.
>She laughs a little too.
>"Just checking, darling. But still... there should be no doubt now!"
>You hear a door open, and two female p0nies enter the spa.
>They approach the tables and begin digging their hooves into your back and Rarity's.
>It feels amazing.
Well-- ahh...-- I'm not actually so sure about that, Rare.
>She scoffs.
>"How could there-- ooh...-- be any doubt? It seems like a... coupley thing to do."
>You sigh.
It's just the way she was acting after... I'm honestly starting to wonder if she even--oh, that's the spot, right there please-- if she even feels the same...
>"No, that can't be it!" Rarity says, nearly whining. "Pinkie is just... odd, as you know."
>You just take a deep breath.
>You don't think she realizes how discouraging it can be to constantly be led on like this...
>"Tell you what, dear," she finally says, "how about I--ahh...-- have a talk with her soon? See if I can get an answer?"
>You think it over.
>...
Well... as long as you don't make it seem like I put you up to it.
>Rarity laughs a little.
>"I won't, Femanon."
>After your massage, you two relax and spend time together in a few other areas of the spa.
>Once the topic of her talk with Pinkie, and Pinkie in general, seemed to wear off, conversation took a turn for...
>...Well, for the awkward.
>She often looked troubled, or like she wanted to say something.
>You can't really place it.
>But it definitely wasn't her usual, cheery, Rarity self.
>...You wanted to call her on it, but...
>...Well, that'd just be rude.
>And she was being so generous.
>Don't want to spit in her face or anything.
>...Metaphorically, of course.
>Well... physically too, you suppose.
>...What were you doing again?
>Oh yes!
>You wave goodbye to Rarity as she heads back to her boutique.
>Overall, a very fun spa date.
>You really like hanging out with Rarity.
>...If only she'd speak her full mind to you.
>...If she's even hiding anything, Femanon.
>Why do you jump to these conclusions?
>You pace down the street of P0nyville for a bit.
>The sun is just beginning to set, and the entire town is basked in a beautiful orange glow.
>Thinking over the day's events, your ears pick up a soft sound behind you.
>A kind of... flapping.
>You turn your head quizzically.
>Behind you, a yellow mare floats, with a newfound shocked expression on her face, as if you've caught her stalking.
>...Fluttershy.
>You smile, and wave her over.
>She pauses for a moment, and almost points to herself, before stopping, smiling happily, and nodding.
>She flutters up next to you, and you begin your walk once more, to nowhere in particular.
Hey Flutters. Been following me?
>Her smile quickly fades.
>"Wh-Wha...? N-No, I wasn't, I was j-just--"
>You cut her off with a laugh.
I'm only kidding.
>She looks at you with a shocked expression once more, then laughs awkwardly.
>"O-Oh, of course, heh..."
So what's on your mind, Shy?
>She twiddles her hooves as she floats next to you.
>"N-Nothing really..."
>It's silent for a moment.
>"A-Actually, I was wondering if... if we could talk, j-just a little..."
>You smile at her.
Sure. What about?
>"W-Well..." she stutters.
 
End of Part 7