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- >Day forgot to floss in Equestria.
- >Wake up.
- >Go to the bathroom.
- >Shit. Shake. Shower. Scrub. Shave. Sanitize. Sss-Breakfast...
- >Mmm... You sure do love Generic Mills Snow Flakes.
- >They're grrrr- alright, you guess...
- >As per usual, there's a knock at your door.
- >You grumble and walk over to answer it, munching on your cereal along the way.
- >Better steel yourself for the yellow menace.
- >Shovel another spoonful of flakes into your mouth and put on your biggest NOPE face.
- >Open the door.
- >It's... not Fluttershy this time.
- >You feel a little disappointed.
- >It's never her when you get all dressed up.
- >Colgate giggles a little. "Nice, uhh... morning face you've got there, Anon."
- >You sigh and change it out for your normal, bleak and jaded face.
- What are you doing here, Colgate?
- >She huffs. "How rude! Aren't you at least going to invite me inside first?"
- >You use your free hand's forefinger and thumb to rub your eyes in resentment.
- >Why?
- >Why you?
- >Why Equestria?
- >Why not Hooker Island or nearly any other make-believe land?
- >While you're debating the validity of the sixth vowel in your head, Colgate saunters between your legs and into your home.
- >The light tingling sensation of her coat as it brushes against your thigh brings you back to reality.
- >Or whatever "reality" this place claims to be.
- >You groan.
- Make yourself at home, I guess...
- >You close your door and set yourself on the couch.
- So what is it you want, anyway?
- >She sidles up on the couch next to you. "I have something very important I need to talk to you about."
- >She leans in closer to you.
- >You scoot away, but you don't get far before you reach the end of the couch.
- >Colgate pursues, pressing her barrel against your torso and draping a hoof over your thigh.
- >This is getting weird and fast.
- >You try to scramble over the sofa's armrest, spilling your bowl of cereal in the process.
- >Colgate's advance is too swift.
- >Her forehooves pin your chest down, pressing you into the far corner of the couch.
- >You start to breathe heavily, your eyes darting all around.
- >Her muzzle moves towards your mouth and you close your eyes.
- >There's a familiar jingle of magic.
- >You feel your mouth being forced open, although not painfully.
- >You wait for the inevitable.
- >It seems like an eternity, but the tongue-lashing never comes.
- >A few awkward moments later, you gather enough courage to open your eyes.
- >A two-tone mane is bouncing back and forth across your vision.
- >Colgate is examining your teeth.
- >"You've been skipping your appointments, Anon."
- >Oh Lord. Is that all this is about?
- >Guess you're going to be getting a different kind of tongue-lashing.
- >You're not sure which you'd actually prefer, if given the choice.
- >You can't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation.
- >You can tell that Colgate doesn't appreciate your disrespect for the gravity of the situation.
- >She backs off of you for a moment. "This is serious, Anon. I take a lot of pride in my work. And it's my job to make sure all the p0nies-"
- >She looks up at your face and blinks. "And umm... human... all have sparkling white teeth."
- >You can't help but smile.
- >It's a plaque-riddled, not-so-pretty smile, but the sincerity shines through.
- >You hoist Colgate off of you and set her back down on the sofa.
- >You look deep into her shimmering, concerned, aquamarine eyes.
- >It's not like you can't understand her devotion.
- >Once upon a time, you used to love your job too.
- >But damnit. You just can't stand the dentist's office.
- >Colgate's bottom lip begins to quiver and traces of tears begins to form at the corner of her eyes.
- >You sigh, starting to cave to the adorableness of it all.
- >Suddenly, you get an idea.
- Colgate...
- >She perks up at her name.
- You've always been a pretty sporting mare, haven't you?
- >You've heard rumors of some of the poker games they play around here.
- >She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow. "I suppose so. So what?"
- How about a little game?
- >"What do you have in mind?"
- I bet you can't go five minutes with your teeth being brushed before you cave in.
- >Colgate just laughs. "You want me to brush my teeth for five minutes?"
- >You grin.
- No, I'm going to brush them.
- >Colgate's laughter explodes two-fold. "Don't you think that's a little too... easy?"
- >She wipes a tear from her eye.
- >You get a devilish grin.
- Colgate, when you get your mane cut, you go to a parlor, don't you?
- >"Well yes, but what does that have to do with-"
- You see, I don't like going to a barber shop or anything like that. It makes me nervous when people touch my hair.
- >Colgate fidgets. "I guess that makes sense. I only want the stylists I know cutting my mane..."
- You have to be pretty close to someone, psychologically, before you can let them touch your hair.
- >You wave your hands around her muzzle playing the "I'm not touching you" game.
- I've even heard that some mares would rather have their bodies touched before their mane.
- >She pouts. "What are you getting at?"
- It's called "touching." Hair cutting is just one example. Another is brushing your teeth.
- >You start to circle around her on the couch, grinning.
- Normally, having someone else brush your teeth is simply absurd. You can do it yourself, and you usually do.
- >From behind her you lean over the back of the sofa and grasp her withers.
- >She recoils slightly from your touch.
- In other words, Colgate, having someone else brush your teeth generates major psychological resistance.
- >You can feel her gulp.
- If you can withstand that resistance for five minutes, then you win the game. If not, you lose, and I don't have to go to your office for the next year.
- >She shivers for a moment but then stands up, laughing confidently.
- >"You had me going for a moment, but this is nothing."
- Is that right?
- >"Damn straight! And when I win, you're coming for bi-monthly examinations, Anon."
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1jY7BLQVMc
- Then shall we begin?
- >You head to your restroom and retrieve a new toothbrush and some toothpaste.
- >Returning to your living room, you pat the seat of the couch.
- Go ahead and get comfortable, Colgate.
- >The mare sits awkwardly on the couch on her hind legs, her forehooves propping her up.
- >You smile. This is just like the time you brushed your dog's teeth.
- >Only this time, your patient should hopefully stay still...
- >You seat yourself to the side of your victim, squirting a bit of toothpaste onto the brush and cupping the back of her neck with your free hand.
- >You tilt her back gently, lowering the toothbrush to her muzzle.
- Open wide and say "Aah."
- >Colgate's mouth parts timidly. "A-Aah..."
- >You gently slide the brush into her orifice.
- >Her once half-lidded eyes shoot open in surprise and her body reels slightly from the delicate touch of the bristles against her molars.
- >You begin brushing little circles along her pristine enamel.
- >Colgate lets out a few soft, sweet moans and squirms under your touch, instinctively trying to escape her predicament.
- >You can't help but smirk.
- >She's only now realizing how unnerving this sensation can be.
- >It isn't like most other stimuli.
- >You aren't messing with her exterior.
- >You're playing with her interior.
- >You continue, the thin hairs of the brush stimulating her gum line with each pass.
- >You gingerly outline individual teeth, caressing them delicately with the bristles.
- >Louder moans and gasps escape Colgate's maw.
- >She begins softly biting at the brush as it enters and exits her mouth.
- >You smirk. Her discomfort just makes you want to try harder.
- You know, you could just give up now and get this over with.
- >You move her tongue out of the way with the tip of the brush and start to work her upper incisors.
- >The fine hairs of the brush lap at the roof of Colgate's mouth.
- >She shivers and her moaning increases in volume and intensity.
- >You freeze.
- >Hearing Colgate moan like this is making you feel weird.
- >You can feel a warmth beginning to radiate from within you.
- >Your heart starts to race and you can feel beads of sweat forming on your brow.
- >Colgate is panting heavily at the other end of the brush.
- >You notice for the first time the sweat dripping down her neck.
- >You gulp and take a good look at the mare before you.
- >Her navy blue and off-white mane falls scattered along the back of your couch and your arm.
- >Her horn peaks out of the mess, absorbed in a delicate glow.
- >Her nearly-closed eyes flutter open occasionally.
- >Oh Celestia, this mare is cute...
- >Has she always been this cute?
- >You continue brushing, and she, moaning.
- >Is it possible... that Colgate is the cutest mare in Equestria...?
- >Colgate continues moaning.
- >Get a hold of yourself, man!
- >You're no horsefucker!
- >It's the special circumstances of the situation that's getting to you, is all.
- >You know that.
- >More moaning.
- >You know that, but...
- >Colgate whimpers.
- Colgate...
- >You push her back to the couch, forcing her to lay down.
- Colgate, I...
- >Her chest heaves and she murmurs, "I-It's okay, Anon..."
- >You trail a hand from her barrel down to her marehood, about to claim your prize, when-
- >Your door bursts open.
- >"What are you two doing?" Fluttershy asks sporting a deadpan stare and a kitchen knife.
- >You look down at the helpless mare and back to Fluttershy.
- Um... I'm definitely not
- [spoiler]Fucking Colgate[/spoiler]
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