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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".27Innocent.27_Shower_.28Anon_x_Nurse_Redheart.29_.28Incomplete.29">'Innocent' Shower (Anon x Nurse Redheart) (Incomplete)</span><a href="'Innocent'_Shower_(Anon_x_Nurse_Redheart)_(Incomplete)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: 'Innocent' Shower (Anon x Nurse Redheart) (Incomplete)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be twiddling your thumbs as you sit on the couch, staring down at your lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at the clock again for the fifth time this hou-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's only been five minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You force out a sigh and let your head fall back against the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's late...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not just late, an entire ten minutes late!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is just.. an insane amount of time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Normally you'd just go over there to pick her up yourself, but after your... incident... with one of her patients after you thought he was looking up her nurse's uniform, she's asked you to just wait at home for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And what a shitty idea that's turned out to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been so long since she's had to make her own way home, w-what if she gets lost?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe some thugs who see her as some alone, helpless mare will try to attack her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The possibilities are infinite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So much could happen in that, what, 60 paces is it from here to her work?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh again and resume your task of just waiting there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How were you supposed to know that guy had a lazy eye...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're brought back from your thoughts as you hear hoofsteps approaching the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite your lip as you pray that it isn't another passerby.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time the hoofsteps stop just before the door, and your eyes widen as butterflies begin to flit around in the pit of your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You practically hold your breath as you try to listen carefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jolt a little as a jarring clanging noise comes from outside the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can make out a familiar and feminine voice cursing to herself before she picks up her keys and makes her way through the door and into the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The earth pony huffs as she sets some of her things down next to the door before undoing her pink bun as she calls out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm back, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs as she shakes her head to let her mane come down and hang freely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry I'm a bit late, some kid at work thought it'd be funny to smear himself in blood from the bags in the cart to make himself look like a zombie...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart says all this monotonously, every word practically dripping with lethargy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But enough about me, how'd you hold up here, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She manages a soft smile as she looks up at the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The.. /empty/ couch...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blinks and looks around, considering the possibility that you happened to be just outside her peripheral vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you were nowhere to be found.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare takes a few steps deeper into the room, wondering where you could be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns as she knows it's late, yet she also knows you're not really the type to head to bed without her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she goes any further, her stomach drops as she's suddenly lifted into the air by something wrapped around her torso.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out what she would call a girly scream as she flails her hooves around, though to no avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's only when something buries itself into her mane does she calm down, taking a moment to pant before facehoofing when that something starts to nuzzle against her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;God fuc-... Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Yesm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice is muffled as you spoke into her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and lets herself go limp for a second before contorting her neck a bit in an attempt to shoot you a glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, put me down.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;But... you smell nice...'<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A laugh almost creeps up on Redheart but she suppresses it as she has to look like she's mad at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon I've spent the last 12 hours running around in a stuffy old building in the middle of July... I smell anything /but/ nice...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;But... Your mane still smells like shampoo...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart sighs and brings a hoof to her forehead again, shaking her head, though this time with a smile on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's just no winning with you is there?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Never.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both chuckle softly as you set her back down on the floor, though she doesn't stay there for long as she gets up onto her hind legs and rests her forehooves on your chest before you lean down a little to let her plant a gentle kiss on your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you let out sighs as the stresses of the day are washed away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even in the most simple of kisses it always made you feel just that little bit more special.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though, kisses like these never last long anyways, much to your dismay</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart gets back down more gracefully this time, flashing you a smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, whether you say my mane smells nice or not, I still have to shower to get this hospital smell off of me..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a smirk of your own and wiggle your eyebrows at her.</span><br />&quot;Maybe I could help you out with that then, hmm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart giggles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice try, big boy, but not tonight..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you a half-lidded gaze before turning and making her way out of the room with a flick of her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can go get some rest, you've waited long enough for me..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as you hear her, thinking you probably should try to get some sleep at this hour...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;We'll see..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Redheart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be absolutely exhausted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As much as people complain about how boring hospitals are, the stress that comes with making sure everything stays boring becomes a little ridiculous at times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The biggest problems always come when someone does something drastic in an attempt to entertain themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As much as you loved being a nurse, you always figured there was no possible way that there would be so many idiots out there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you were proven wrong anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You force out a sigh as you enter the bathroom, ridding yourself of your coat and nonchalantly dropping it on the tile floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't care less about being neat with it, you just need a hot shower right now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way over to the tub and pull the curtain aside, reaching a hoof out to turn the knob to around the point where you normally put it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water comes out in short spurts before a steady stream starts to flow out of the shower head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stick a hoof under it to test the temperature</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scrunch your nose a bit as you feel the water run over your extended hoof, some of it rolling down your arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little on the cold side...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach back up to turn the knob a little more towards the 'hot' side before taking your hoof out from underneath the water stream, wiping it off on your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give the water a second to warm up before you test it out again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bad idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yelp as you jerk your hoof back to you and hold onto it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite your lip and rub at it a little, feeling like it's still burning somehow due to the tingling sensation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh you alright in there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh Anon..</span><br />&quot;I'm fine. Go to bed, Anon&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...okay...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and shake your head a bit, smiling slightly before you go and adjust the knob one more time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cautiously you give the water one more test, and this time your hoof was still intact afterwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Somehow you felt a strange sense of accomplishment for finding a decent temperature...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tug the curtain back to the wall before making your way into the tub through the other side, carefully stepping into it one hoof at a time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too many idiots at work come in cause they slipped in the shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not to mention the time Anon cracked his head open when you two where in there uh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Showering... Yeah showering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Enough about that, Anon's gonna ask if you're okay again for taking so long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull the curtain closed behind you before testing the water again with your hoof, just incase the temperature had changed spontaneously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you figured it was good enough, you turn around and back yourself into the stream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a deep sigh as you feel the warm flow of water work its way down your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you're melting along with it as it slowly envelops you in warmth, a small shiver washing over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is only one phrase that pops into your mind.</span><br />&quot;Fuck yesss...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't even started washing yourself yet and you already feel a million times better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Obviously you've taken hundreds of showers but there's nothing like the feeling of a nice hot one just before bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just how the warmth traveled down your body like a pair of gentle hands was enough to shed the stress off you on any day...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, hands..?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes shoot open and you nearly choke on a scream from how surprised you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whip yourself around and look up at the threat with wide eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew who it was before you even had a chance to think about it, yet your stunned face remains unchanged.</span><br />&quot;A-... Anon! W-What are y-...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human in question simply stares back down at you with a smirk on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thought you could use some help..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink at him and give your head a shake, as if that would fix your vision of him.</span><br />&quot;Anon what the hell are you doing...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still panting from the initial shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He simply shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? I'm not allowed to help my marefriend relax?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and rub your temple with one of your hooves.&quot;</span><br />&quot;God fuc... Anon, I told you I wasn't up for it tonight...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shoots you a confused look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh yeah I know, why would you bring that up?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is this guy for real?</span><br />&quot;Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that you're here naked in the shower /with/ me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He holds out his hands and shakes his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Did you expect me to just get my clothes all wet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear you're going to have an aneurysm.</span><br />&quot;I didn't expect you to come in at all!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon proceeds to laugh, the absolute madman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's not why I'm here, Red... I just wanted to help my marefriend relax, and I know just how much you looove these showers before bed..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He reaches out and runs his fingers through your mane before bringing his hand around to scratch behind your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh that's nice...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I also know how much a good massage calms you down...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He moves his hand under your chin and scratches at it, which makes your head slowly tilt upwards as you melt against his hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Confound this human... him and his heavenly fingers.</span><br />&quot;Alright fine.. just.. keep doing that..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a snort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't forget you gotta wash up too, come back into the water with me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had no qualms with doing just that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You face away from him and slowly walk yourself back under the stream of water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small shiver goes up your spine now that you're enveloped in warmth again, though before you get too comfortable, you look back at Anon with a raised eyebrow.</span><br />&quot;Just make sure there isn't gonna be any funny business going on back there, alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon smiles and shakes his head before looking back up at you with a soft expression on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Promise&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Works for you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be in the shower with your nekkid marefriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hehehe...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah, none of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just going to give her a nice massage in the shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which you're more than content with doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start by scratching under her cheek some more just so she'll loosen up a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you start to run both of your hands down either side of her neck, gently pushing the tips of your fingers inward so you can work both the water into her hair and at her stiff muscles simultaneously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She responds by letting out a quiet little hum and letting her head tilt back, her eyes slowly closing from how much calmer she seemed to feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep it up for a bit longer before reaching up to grab the bottle of her shampoo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She glances back at you with rather sad look, curious as to why you stopped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shoot her back a reassuring glance of your own after you had poured the shampoo into your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She makes a cute little &quot;Ohh..&quot; expression before turning to look forwards again, leaving you to your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach out and start to rub the shampoo along the top of her hair, waiting until it gets nice and sudsy before starting to work it deeper into her mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You drag your fingers through her hair, scratching at the top of her head in the process, which occasionally makes her shudder a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whenever you get to a little knot or something you make sure to pinch the strands at their base so you can work them out without having to tug on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue this all the way down her mane, working the suds deep into her pink hair before running your fingers through it, both so you can check for any knots and just to get to stroke her mane in general.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you're satisfied you gently bring your hands to grab her by the barrel and tug in your direction, letting her know to come back her head into the stream of water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes the hint and does so, tilting her head back slightly so the suds don't slide into her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to stroke her mane to help get the bubbles out as the water cleans it off as well, to which Redheart responds with a quiet little hum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not even sure if she meant to do that, yet it was cute nonetheless to see her so relaxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once it seems like the suds are washed from both her mane and your hands you take the moment to wipe some of the droplets of stream that have collected on your brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Afterwards you reach up and grab the bottle of conditioner and squirt some onto your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the while she peers back at you, probably wondering what possibly could've been so important that you had to take your hands off her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even after she saw what you were doing she still looked back at you impatiently, even though she knew it would only take you a second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk at this before adjusting your position so you get get at her mane again, working the conditioner into her hair much more quickly this time now that there aren't any of those pesky knots to worry about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you still don't mind running your fingers through it, especially since it gets smoother and smoother with each stroke thanks to the conditioner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was surprisingly therapeutic to see and feel the pinks strands slide between your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could've done this all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sadly you can't though, so once you felt you had gotten enough stroking in you had her come back underneath the warm water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She let out a small sigh of content when you helped wash out her mane again, which was now as smooth as silk thanks to the conditioner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you were finished with that you laid back against the tub, though when you lifted your head to look up at her you immediately roll your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you would forget something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, inconvenient to go get the shampoo again bu-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck, it's her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't just start fondling her tail out of the blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well... if this were an average encounter in the shower with her then that wouldn't be entirely unexpected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's besides the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit you were so comfy too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What are you supposed to do? Watch her contort herself and try to wash her own tail by herself?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point Redheart turns her head to look back at you since you've just been sitting there staring at her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smirk spreads itself across her face before flicking her tail to get your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, I don't pay you to stare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head and blink a few times as you're snapped out of your thoughts, blushing a bit when she teases you.</span><br />&quot;Fuck, sorry, Red. It's just uh.. I need to wash your tail too...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She keep the same smirk on her face, but just raises her eyebrows at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And that is a problem because...?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cocks her head a bit and her smile widens, loving to see how cute you were being.</span><br />&quot;Because... It's like, you're tail 'n shit...?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? You scared of some pink hair?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She accentuates this by flicking her tail at your face, tickling it a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scrunch your face up at it and she giggles a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course not, It's just I wouldn't want t-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ohhhh I see... You're scared of what's underneath.. I see now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She obviously knows what you mean, but she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get you frustrated like this.</span><br />&quot;Christ.. No, babe I'm asking your permission!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles again but this time her expression softens a bit afterwards, shaking her head slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go ahead, 'Nonny. Just remember I don't pay you to stare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles again and shoots you a wink before turning away from you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh and shake your head again as you sit up, muttering under your breath.</span><br />&quot;Since when do you pay me...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She only chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes and grab some shampoo again before facing your task.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Erm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just... so... touchable...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No Anon, get a hold of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This operation is strictly for taking care of her tail, not for ogling your marefriend's flank.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how well shaped, or shiny, or soft or...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head furiously to bring yourself back down to earth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Focus, damn you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach out and wrap both your hands around the base of her tail, making sure you're holding onto all of the pink strands before gently sliding your hands down it, covering every inch with white bubbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make sure to keep stroking downwards, you wouldn't want to be accused for sneaking a peak under her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat this motion a few more times, trying to get as many bubbles as you can on her tail before you move on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you start to curl your fingers and dig into her tail, combing through it over and over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, just working the shampoo in and checking for any of those pesky knots that may have built up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew that washing her tail was a more sensual act than cleaning her mane, but you tried your best to treat it no differently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart, surprisingly, was the one who seemed to have difficulty with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tried to let out a small sigh but instead it came out as a heavy pant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice her stiffen a bit, as she obviously didn't intend to do that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle quietly at her reaction, and she only blushes, a bit too embarrassed to look back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I.. Sorry I didn't mean to.. do that..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles a bit and looks back to flash you a sheepish smile, finding it more funny rather than embarrassing as time went on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head and simply smile back at her.</span><br />&quot;You have nothing to be sorry about, Red.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her expression softens into a more appreciative look before leaving you back to your work, figuring the faster you finish the less of a chance there is of her having another unintentional outburst like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod at her before focusing your attention back on her tail, holding it at its base as you comb through it with your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly wrapped up, figuring her tail was mostly good to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently tug her back under the stream, combing your fingers through at a slower paces, as to let the water wash through as much of the pink strands as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once it looked like all the bubbles had been washed out you let her step out of the running water once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As nice as letting loose under the water was, it did start to become a bit of an inconvenience to sit under the constant stream of water like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took a second to wipe your face a bit, as water kept dripping into your eyes as you were washing your marefriend's tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you felt a bit more comfortable (or, comfy, as you would call it), you reached out for the conditioner once again and squeezed some onto your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you approach her rear again, you're not entirely sure how to go about this anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would start of gently as you normally do, but Redheart might actually turn red if she accidentally loses herself in the treatment again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the same time you don't want to be rough or hurried, that's missing the point of such an intimate shower in the first place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah well, will it really matter at this point?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, she looks cute when she's all flustered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take your hands and wrap them around her tail again, slowly dragging them down the length of her tail, spreading the conditioner across it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat this same motion a few more times, a smile creeping up on your face every time she hums in content.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also can't help but notice her ears flicking to the side from time to time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was always when she'd let her head roll back as she became more relaxed, specifically after a long stroke of her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How can one pony be so adorable?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to comb through her tail once again, though at a quicker pace this time as the hairs became smoother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you pat her on the inside of her leg to let her know she can step back into the water, but you take a moment to chuckle to yourself as she jumped slightly when you touched her leg, as she appeared to be off in her own little world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blushes faintly before backing up underneath the steamy water, this time looking back at you to see you washing off her tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A look of admiration came onto her face as she watched you treat something as ordinary as her tail so gently and delicately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Certainly beats going to the salon where they yank onto it like it's some piece of taffy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it may be a similar color, but thats besides the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you seemed to wash the remaining conditioner out of her tail you drape some of it over your hand before reaching out to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes flick between you and your hand for a moment before she leans down to nuzzle it, here eyes widening slightly afterwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's so... smooth!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles a little, amused by the fact she's commenting on her own tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but smile yourself, rolling some of the strands between your fingers both so you can feel it for yourself and rub Redheart's cheek at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is the nicest I've seen my tail in a /long/ time.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She says this while letting her eyes close, tilting her head against your hand.</span><br />&quot;Well what about when you get it done when we go out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs and smiles before turning around so she can be face to face with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All they do is just throw a bunch of gunk at it until it looks pretty, but that's all it is, it's never nice to touch after I get it done like that...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flicks it to the side to accentuate her point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just smirk.</span><br />&quot;Well I think you and I both know I don't have a problem with grabbing it later in the night~&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare blushes and looks to the side for a second before playfully pushing on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know what I mean, mister..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle a little and nod.</span><br />&quot;Yeah yeah.. I know what you're sayin'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shoots you a lighthearted glare before she leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyways, I just wanted to thank you, Anon, you always take such good care of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives you a warm smile as she says this, before turning around and pulling the curtain back to get out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you see her do this you reach out and grab her rear leg tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops and looks back at you with a confused look on her face.</span><br />&quot;We're not done here, you realize that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her expression turns to one of irritation now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, Anon, I just want to go to bed right now..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk.</span><br />&quot;You're gonna go to bed without even cleaning your actual body? And you call me the unhygienic one...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She continues to look at you with the same expression, though you can almost see her mind processing what you just said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes blink themselves wide before she looks back at her own torso as if she could actually see whether or not it had been washed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-Oh... Right.. Sorry..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles sheepishly at you, and you only chuckle in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She closes the curtain again and makes her way back over to you, though she stops when she sees you squirting some of the body wash onto your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not gonna use the.. the scrub thing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She points a hoof towards the corner of the shower, where a scrubby thing at the end of a wooden handle laid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head to see what she was pointing at before you look back at her and wave your hand.</span><br />&quot;I'm doing the cleaning here, remember? I get to do all the work, just relax, Red.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her lip for a moment as she contemplates what you said before going back up to you again, lifting her head up and closing her eyes as she exposes her slender neck to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile slightly before rubbing your hands together to get the soap to start turning white with foam.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring both of your hands to either side of her neck and drag them down slowly, putting just enough pressure behind them as to help her feel more comfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to run your hands along her neck in a gentle manner, a smile coming to your face when you hear her hum in content.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel it in your hands as well, a subtle vibration coming from her hums.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slide one of your hands upwards and bring it behind her ear, which you start to scratch at affectionately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart slowly opens her eyes and smiles warmly at you, before closing her eyes again and tilting her head against your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but feel a little giddy on the inside from seeing how relaxed she looked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It always bothered you that seeing her stressed from a long day at work wasn't uncommon as of late.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, now was the time to try to take her mind off it, even if it would only last until tomorrow morning when she would have to go back to work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head a little as you need to refocus on the task at hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a gentle brush on her cheek before you slide both of your hands down to her chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puffs out her chest slightly when she notices your hands behind moved there and she looks down in curiosity in a rather adorable manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk when you see her looking down at your hands as you continue to wash her, basically repeating the same motions you were using on her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are taken by a little surprise when you start to notice how her breaths push her chest up and down, as well as her subtle heartbeat when your hands slow down enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back up at her to see if she realizes, but again, she's off in her own little world of relaxation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fine by you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dig your fingers in slightly just so you can work for soap into her fur, as well as providing some satisfying scratches before you move down to her forelegs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slide a hand down each leg swiftly before repeating the motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare looks back down at you in curiosity and let's out a small giggle when she sees you washing her legs with such effort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I never took you for a leg man, Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cock your head a bit and smirk.</span><br />&quot;Well if these things are gonna be wrapped around me all the time I'd just like them to be soft.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flash her a wink before you start to rub her forelegs again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She simply scoffs and shakes her head, though a faint trace of a smile coming up on her face as if she's remembering all the times she's wrapped her hooves around you in an embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And to be honest, you weren't too far off that either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you liked being held by your marefriend, no one in their right mind wouldn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you were one not to take the intimacy of an affectionate hug for granted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing would calm you faster than Redheart wrapping her forelegs around you while nuzzling into your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How lucky you were to have such a cute and affectionate pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And how lucky you were to have said pony let you help her shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Occasionally a drop of water from the shower would slide down a part of your head that was so far untouched by the warm liquid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This would be the shower's way of scratching itches you didn't know you even had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remind yourself to thank the man who invented showers should you ever come across him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While a stream of soap would be more effective as far as cleaning goes, just having nice and warm water instead is just so much more luxurious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have to worry about it getting into places such as your eyes, 'cause it's only water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can just sit underneath it all day without issue, 'cause it's only water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can take any shower at your own pace, whether you're alone or you're helping out your favorite nurse, 'cause it's only water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Said nurse taps the side of your ear, and you're snapped out of your thoughts as you look up at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you get sleepy on me now, I'm not gonna stand in the longest shower ever and not even come out fully washed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks at you when she sees you flash an apologetic smile.</span><br />&quot;Sorry..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles warmly at you and swings her hoof a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't be sorry..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile softens and you return to your duties, though you don't get far before you realize you just did her legs...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes flash up towards the top of her form, giving you the idea to get started on her back now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gently push on the inside of her leg, signaling that you need her to turn around once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does so, but not before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She felt the need to do so if she had to face away from you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she turned herself around you found that the top of her back would be a slight inconvenience for you to get to, and you were far too comfy to give up your spot, so you ask her to sit on her haunches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She complies, glancing back to shoot you a devilish smirk, as she knew what was coming next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile back at her before you cracked your fingers in preparation, as well rolling your head around to work out any kinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bring your hands to the back of her neck, pressing the tips of your fingers into all of her nooks and crannies that you had familiarized yourself with over the years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't take long for you to find a couple of knots that you need to work out</span></div></div>




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