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// Rarity 
// Story: Bathtime for Ponies 
// by Derpsanddinks404 
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       You take your hand out of the bath water, satisfied with its warmth. You make sure all is prepared for your next challenge: bathing Rarity. This wasn't hard in the way it would be hard for most other foals. This was hard because everything had to be perfect. And that means EVERYTHING. 

"Rarity!" you call, confident in your achievements, yet still worried she'd refuse.

The marshmallow filly walked in and looked at you with beautiful blue eyes, which you knew were just full of high standards. She looked around the room, checking if everything was in place: her towel was hung up next to her robe, the water had a few bubbles in it, her special shampoo and conditioner were by the tub, and finally her brush and hair dryer were on the sink counter ready to be used. Satisfied, she proceeds to walk over to the tub, where she awaits to be lifted in. You pick her up carefully and place her in the tub. She relaxes at the warmth of the water, and sits back to enjoy it further.

You can't help but laugh a bit at what's going on. Here she was, not even old enough to talk and already she wanted to be treated like a queen. It's funny how the Element of Generosity wants so much herself.

Rairty sits up from her luxury, signaling that relaxation is over and cleansing must begin. You take the hint and grab her shampoo, squirting a nice-sized amount in your hand. You then gingerly lather Rarity's hair, careful to move with it instead of in circles, like you were accustomed to. With the young fashionista having long and delicate hair, this process takes you well over three minutes, leaving you with spaghetti arms afterward. You look to Rarity with hopeful eyes, and she responds with a look of approval.

To rinse off Rarity's hair, your normal method of using your hands won't suffice. This means that you have to turn on your shower and drain the tub a bit afterwards. You tell her to stand up, and once she does you turn on the water from above, rinsing Rarity with a nice, warming rain. She smiles sweetly at the feeling, even emitting a giggle twice. 

When her lavender hair is free from suds, you grab her conditioner and repeat the process. The conditioner takes longer to lather into her hair and to rinse out, but it leaves her hair feeling soft and healthy, making Rarity look up to you with grateful and satisfied eyes. You're glad not everypony had these types of expectations, otherwise your arms might fall off!

You decide to take a break, telling Rarity she can lay back for a minute. She seems not to know whether to be thankful she can lay back and enjoy the water, or resentful she has to be in the tub any longer when she could be playing with her dollies. You, on the other hoof, are relieved you can sit back on the toilet lid and watch the unicorn filly for a bit.

After about one minute, like you'd promised, you get back up and prepare to wash her lavender tail. You squirt some shampoo into your hand and begin to stroke her curly tail hairs. Even her tail feels smooth, you notice, as you run your fingers through it, trying to get every bit of it. After two minutes of nonstop tail-lathering, you step back and decide it's done.

You turn Rarity around and turn on the shower. You pick up her tail a bit to get the undersides, which gets you a wondering look from the white filly. "Gotta get under it too, Rarity," you explain to her. She lifts an eyebrow, then brushes it off and turns to the wall in front of her.

Once her tail was fully cleansed, you empty the tub completely and take out the little white filly. You place her on the ground and grab her towel. You then wrap it around her and softly begin to dry her off, careful not to mess up her hair. Because her hair is so precious to her, it takes you a whole minute to dry her hair alone, and despite your best efforts you still manage to disturb her hairstyle a bit. You figure you'll be brushing it anyways, so you move on to her tail, which takes you another minute to dry, and which also manages to be disturbed despite your best efforts. After her tail is damp but not fully wet, you dry off her tiny white body, which was also smooth like her hair.

With the Great Routine almost over, you put away the towel and get her silk robe. You place her front hooves in it and tie it around her abdomen, making sure it wasn't too loose or too tight. You straighten the robe a bit, mostly because of your tendency to be a bit OCD from time to time.

And now, the finale! you think as you grab her brush and dryer, and get to work on styling her hair. You've never really tried this on a real pony, but you have done it many times on your My Little Pony dolls (ahem, figurines), and you figured this was just the same. You grab the dryer and turn it on, only to receive no response from it. You look back at the outlet and find you never plugged it in. You laugh dumbly and plug it in, bringing the device in your hands alive. 

With the dryer on, you begin to dry Rarity's hair, while also brushing and styling it. You only come across a few knots, but they put up a fight which makes you pull hard enough for the filly to wince in weak pain. You apologize each time, and receive an "It's okay" look from her after. When her hair is finally all dry and straight, you come to your biggest challenge yet: putting the curls in her hair. You take the brush and twirl it in her bangs, and then take it out, somehow creating a curl that wasn't exactly like her old one, but it was close enough. You repeat this on the back of her mane and tail, producing the same results. You turn off the dryer and step back to admire your work.

Before you was a pure white filly unicorn, with beautiful violet hair and a matching tail, both of which had ameuturely made curls in them. She was fitted with a milk white silk robe that had the initials RB stitched in purple near the flank. Overall, you had done a pretty good job, and you were happy with the results. And Rarity must have agreed, because she walked up to you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back, accepting her little gift of gratitude.

Now that the fashionista was clean, she walked out of the room to go dress her dolls. You know what, forget it. They're your dolls, and you're proud to share them with such a sweet little pony. You follow her and put on a smile, happy that you two can continue reenacting the Royal Wedding.