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- >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
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