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// Fondant Rose by Timey-Wimey 
// Story: Bathtime for Original Characters 
// by Derpsanddinks404 
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       The water slows to a stop as you twist off the bath faucet. Normally you'd stick your hand into the water to see if the temperature was satisfactory, but judging by the multiple streaks of vapor emitting from the pool of water you had a feeling that it was enough. "Fondant!" you call out from the bathroom when you decide all is set and ready.

A few moments later a young light purple filly greets you at the door's threshold. She's clearly discouraged at the knowledge that it was time for her to bathe, but remains obedient and ready. She slowly walks closer to you so to present herself and allow you to start.

You nod your head in satisfaction and pick up the little pegasus. Then you bring her over to the bath and gently place her in. She instantly invites the water's warm feeling and settles in. You smile at the filly's easy cooperation and grab for the shampoo so you could start.

Squirting a fair-sized amount out, you bring a soapy hand up to Fondant's light teal mane and begin to work it through. Even though she clearly doesn't like bathing, she still lets you do your work on her hair, and because of her cooperation you have no troubles whatsoever. A short moment later her short mane is soapy and ready for rinsing.

Cupping your hands automatically and completely forgetting the temperature of the water, you casually dunk your hands in the water and are greeted by the burning sensation of a thousand suns. You yelp loudly (and quite high-pitched) and quickly retrieve your hurting hands from the blistering water. After a few seconds of hurtful rubbing and vein throbbing, you turn your attention back to the little filly, who appears concerned for you. She herself does not at all appear affected, causing you to ask, "How? How are you okay?!" Fondant shrugs and returns to normal when she's certain that you're okay.

Being cautious this time, you slowly dip your finger into the water to check again if it would be alright. Alas, you reflexively pull out your hand again and shake your head in defeat. Taking a moment to brainstorm a possible solution, an idea comes to mind and you quickly exit out the door to fetch a tool with which to rinse. You open a few cupboards in the kitchen, and eventually come across a large cup. "I guess this'll do," you sigh as you grab the cup and close the cupboard door.

When you return to the bathroom, you go over to the tub and kneel back down. You swipe up some water into the cup, being careful to not touch the water yourself, and bring the instantly-warm cup over Fondant's head. You pour the water out on her soapy head and watch it splash all over her mane, sending a few droplets on your arm. You fight the small pain from them and continue to rinse the filly for four more cycles. 

Now you move on to her wings. You were given specific instructions and information on how to wash the filly's wings: the muscles were weak near the base, and therefore were tilted inwards and drooped at the ends. This was also why they appeared mangled and made her incapable of flight, a trait that was very hurtful for pegasi. You grab the feather shampoo and apply some in your palm. You then gingerly lift up each wing and start to softly lather the soap throughout it. Fondant winces slightly, and you appologize while adjusting your touch. A long moment of gentle lathering later, the little pegasus's wings are fully soapy and waitning to be rinsed.

Not trusting the water temperature, you grab the cup again and dip it most of the way into the water. You bring it over the little pony's delicate wings and slowly pour it over them. Fondant doesn't appear at all hurt by your gentleness, and so you continue doing such for another five rinses. As before, the water splashed a bit on you with each rinse, but the water had gradually gotten less hot until you could easily stand it.

Now you grab the regular shampoo while having the pegasus raise her light teal tail out of the water. After thanking her, you start to softly but effectively lather the soap into Fondant's tail. A very short moment later, you finish the short tail with no problems.

Using the cup once more, not because of the temperature but because of its efficiency, you begin to rinse Fondant's tail, and finish doing so with only three quick cycles.

Allowing the young pegasus to relax a bit, you get out a rubber duck and a boat and hand them over to her. She sweetly smiles and accepts them, instantly going into play mode. For five cute minutes you watch her get into deep play with the toys, when you check the time and realize it's time to finish up.

However, when you tell the filly the situation and take away the toys, she looks up to you with sad eyes. The light green irises stare back at you with an emotion so intense you thought your heart would melt right there. You sigh, give her back both toys and say, "Alright, two more minutes."  Fondant smiles triumphantly and turns back to finish up whatever she was doing.

Wait, what just happened? you think in shock. Did I just lose to puppy dog eyes? You've seen the infamous puppy dog eyes before, but never have they been successful on you.

When the promised two minutes are up, you successfully get the filly to give up her toys and exit the bath with your assistance. After you unplug the tub, you grab the soft towel next to you and bring it up to Fondant. You then gingerly dry her mane, her tail and her hooves. You then take extra special care on her wings, which thenceforth dry up at a slow pace. After it's all done, you put the towel away and dismiss the young filly. She smiles happily to you and walks out the door casually.

Half a minute later, after the bathtub is empty and the bathroom is all set, you exit through the door and come face-to-knee with a young Fondant Rose. In the little filly's mouth is a package of name brand cookies, and on her face are the...

Oh Celestia, not the puppy dog eyes again!