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// Ambrosia Firehoof by Ambrosia_Firehoof13 
// Story: Bathtime for Original Characters 
// by Derpsanddinks404 
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       Now, with everything in place, it was time for the first, most crucial step of your next task. "Ambro," you call out invitingly, stretching the last "o" sound for half a second. It may have sounded a bit too suspicious, for moments went by with no sign of the red unicorn.

Darn. I'm gonna have to get him, you realize. Cracking your neck and shaking your arms in preperation, you exit the all-blue bathroom and begin to search the house.

High and low you search, only to come up empty handed. Finally, five minutes later, you stop in the middle of Ambrosia's room. You scratch your head and go over for the millionth time in your mind the possible places where the colt could be. Just then, you hear a small movement sound in the closet. Turning you attention to the source of disturbance, you walk towards a pair of wooden slide doors. You pull them apart with ease and make note of what's inside:

Dozens of stuffed animals line the back wall. Despite its outer appearance, the closet was surprisingly large, so it had no trouble containing its contents. Among them were several teddy bears, a giraffe, a couple of fake cats, a small red unicorn, an extra terrestrial, and a large rabbit. You close the doors and sigh in loss. You turn away, when all of a sudden the gears in your head turn, and you realize where Ambro is. However, you are too late by the time you open the doors again, because the spot where the colt was is now empty. You turn around and come face-to-knee with the unicorn of the hour.

The sly red-on-red (like his last name, Firehoof, would imply) unicorn jumps as soon as he sees that he's been spotted.  Almost cartoon-like, he jumps and the air and starts to make a run for it. You, however, are much larger and faster than he, and you quickly dive down just in time to catch his hind legs. "Aha!" you cry in success.

The colt is mortified that he lost, and starts to try and resist you by grabbing onto anything on the flat floor that would help his release from your grip. In the end, he comes up empty hoofed and is moments later in the embrace of your arms. You exit the bedroom satisfied with a very wormy Ambro trying to free himself from whatever lay ahead for him. "Stop it!" you command as you open the bathroom door with your hip.

When the bathtub comes into view and Ambro finally comprehends what's going on, all Tartarus breaks loose. The colt finally succeeds in pushing away from you and makes a run for it. Again your luck is great, because you are an arm's reach from the door and manage to close it before he escapes. You also lock the door, just in case he figures a way out.

You pick up the foal again and quickly place him in the tub, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. You grab the shampoo and squirt some in your hand. But by the time you're ready to begin, the young colt has already made it halfway over the tub's side. You push him lightly back in and wrap both your arms around him to hold him still while you lathered his mane. Ambro continues to struggle, even though he's clearly outbeaten, and thus lathering his short red mane takes much longer than necessary.

When you're finally done washing, you come to your newest dilemma: how in Equestria are you going to rinse him while holding him? You sigh disapprovingly when the only solution appeared. Reaching out while still holding Ambro, you cup one hand and bring up a small handful of water. You then pour it over the red colt, who flinches on contact. Minutes go by before you finally finish rinsing the stubborn unicorn's mane. When you step back for a second to replenish your supply of shampoo, you notice that your shirt is beyond soaked. The things I do for these foals you think.

With another handful of shampoo in your palm, you grab hold of Ambro's waist and lift up his rear so you could wash his red tail. This, surprisingly, doesn't take much longer than you initially thought, due to less resistance from the colt. You figure this is because he's finally accepted his fate. When you look to check his expresion, your suspicions are proven correct.

You experiment removing your hands from around his waist, and come back with positive results; he didn't escape. You smile at his newfound cooperation and begin to rinse his tail, this time with both hands. Ambro doesn't flinch as much at the feeling of the water, and so his tail only takes a short amount of time to rinse, about as long as it usually took to rinse normal-sized tails.

Skipping play time so as to spare the poor colt from spending unnecessary time during this little "torture task", you drain the tub and assist Ambro out of the porceline tub. A look of relief takes over his face as he steps back onto the ground. You reach behind you and grab the towel with which to dry the thankful pony. You shake it over his mane, and then his torso and hooves, and finally his tail. Once done, you watch the little colt shake himself so as to remove any excess water (this pony really hated being wet).

With everything finally set and done. you unlock the door for Ambro and open it so he could continue his past activities. He nods to you in approval and trots on out. You watch him leave, then turn your attention to your shirt.

"I need to start bringing extra clothes," you moan while taking off your shirt to wring it dry.