Title:           Bathtime (Celestia)
Author:          Crimson_King
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First Edit:      Wednesday 13th of August 2014 04:08:32 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 13th of August 2014 04:08:32 PM CDT

?‘Mum, please’
>’Hush now dear, be a good boy and It will be over soon.’
‘Mum, I’m 20, I’m old enough to have a bath myself.’
>’Nonsense sweetie, if I left you to yourself, you’d never get clean, and I can’t have that of my sweet little prince. ’
>Celestia grabbed your cheek and pulled it with her hoof, giving you an unamused face.
>As soon as she was done, she went right back to washing your hair.
>The shampoo she had used was a little insulting ‘Strawberry Fields, for the little colt.’
>It even had a fucking teddy on it, you felt like Mr Bean.
>Celestia softly hummed as she rubbed the soap into your hair, making sure to get every strand.
>She was safe, her back hooves outside of the tub, and her forehooves inside, and washing you.
>It was painful to look at her like this.
>After about five minutes, your hair was covered in bubbly white shampoo.
‘Oh, you look so cute dear, now lift your hands up.’
>No point in arguing, she would just force a victory.
>Lifting them up, Celestia splashed some water on your armpits, and rubbed her wet hoof all over your chest.
>She then made sure to splash some on your hair, draining the shampoo from it.
‘My little colt looks so handsome.’
>She finished with the shampoo, and drizzled warm water over you.
>‘Now it time to get you dry, then off to bed.’
’Goddamn it, I’m old enough I don’t need a bed time!’
>’Don’t be silly, sweetheart. If you don’t get your sleep, you get all cranky and sleepy during the day.’
>’And we can’t have my little colt falling asleep in mummy’s wings again.’
>To add insult to injury, she nuzzled you.
>Well, it did soften your anger quite a lot, your mother seemed to be able to do that, much to your displeasure.
>Using her magic to lifted you from the tub, and pulled over a towel.
>WHipping your bottom, back arms legs and hair.
>She then wiped your face with a smile.
>’Come on sweetie, lets get you into your warm jammies!’
>Remembering the basics of Embarrassment.
>Using her magic, she kept you still and naked in front of her.
>You were beyond the emotion of ‘Embarrassment’ with your mother.
>Nothing could even make you embarrassment with her, not after you were forced to wear diapers up until 13. Horrid memories.
>She sld cotton white boxers on you, making sure to tuck your member in.
>Then soft white pants to match, finally, a top, long sleeved and resembling a blazer.
>It even had your mother’s cutie mark on the breast pocket.
>’I’m so proud of you sweetie, my big, strong handsome guy.’
>Seeing her smile at you with those big motherly eyes, it softened more of your anger away.
>You couldn’t be angry at her, not after all the years of love and affection she gave you.
>You were wished away from your cozy day-dream by the fact that your mother had you wrapped in her forehooves.
>’I love you sweetie.’
‘I love you too… Mum.’