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// 7 Bath Time 
// Story: Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon] 
// by Eighth 
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	"Your highness, we are outnumbered," Sir Bearington calls out from cover.
"Good, I wouldn't want it to be too easy," you reply as you dive out from Pillow Fort of Doom, Mark II, slaying enemies left and right.
Small green toy soldiers fly left and right and you tear through their army. A few of them land hits but their power is insignificant when compared to Nightmare Moon, queen of the night.
"Your righteous onslaught stop here," screams the doll playing the role of Princess Celestia, "Release the dragon!"
You hear a loud roar from behind and you immediately spin around to see a dragon ready to tear you limb from limb. You've fought scarier. You are scarier. It takes its stance and so do you, charging your horn before charging into battle.

"Moonie," Anonymous calls out, grabbing your attention from your trip into imagination land.
"Yes servant?"
"Bath time."
Your heart fills with dread as you sense you impending doom.
"Sir Bearington, there's no time for any more motivational speeches, to your battle station!"
"Yes mistress," he replies with a salute.
You scrounge through your toy for some rope, when you find it you rush over to lay it in the doorway and hide behind the door. Now, you wait. After a few minutes Anon calls your name again as he walks up the hall to your room.
"Closer," you whisper to yourself as the thump of his footsteps now mirror your quickened heart beat.
You take a guess at how close he is and when you think he's in position you pull on the rope with your magic.
There's a brief pause before you hear Anon take a tumble.
"Dammit Moonie, we are not playing these games again!"
"NEVER!" You squeal as you grab Sir Bearington with your magic and rush out the door.
You make your way to the lounge room as fast as your little legs can scurry.
A quick dive in between in couch cushions and both you and Sir Bearington are perfectly hidden.
"Your majesty, he's coming-"
"Shh, listen."
Just as you predicted, Anonymous is already in the room searching for you. You knew your trap wouldn't keep him pinned for long.
"Moonie, I'm tired from work and not in the mood."
Anon's hand reaches in, narrowly missing your nose and latches onto Sir Bearington. Your eyes widen in shock as you realise you've been caught.
"Fear not my Queen, I won't tell him a thing!"
You give him a sorrowed salute as he takes him away, sealing his fate.
"Bearington? Moonie needs to stop leaving you lying around."
"I do no such thing," you angrily whisper to yourself.
"Moonie," Anon says aloud, "I have the bear. I'll be waiting in the bathroom. Either you take a bath, or he does."
Extortion.
A pang of guilt washes over you as you realise Anon is willing to torture Sir Bearington in your stead.
As Queen of the Night, you must not allow your minions to take punishment in your name.
But the threat of the water torture known as a bath made you uneasy about your new-found bravado.
"I shall never give in," you shout but making sure to throw your voice so he can't find you.
You grin at your own brilliance. Unknown to you, you didn't throw your voice. The reason you probably didn't know is because you can't. Instead you gave away your position and Anon is giving the couch a deadpan stare. He then walks away, playing along. When you're well and truly sure he has left, you creep out of couch and begin pacing. At first, you hesitate, tempted to leave Sir Bearington to his fate. It was as if an angel and devil were debating from either shoulder and that little angel won, sadly. It wouldn't be right or fair to leave him, especially considering how Sir Bearington always has your back. You take a brief moment to form a plan before saying aloud.
"Very well, commence Operation Beartrot."
Without wasting a second, you race through the house and toward the bathroom.
You slide to the doorway, glaring at Anon.
"Release. The. Bear."
"About time, get in  the bath."
He turns around and leans over to feel the water."How foolish," you cackle to yourself.
You go into a mad dash before leaping through the air, rocketing at full speed towards the giant target you've mentally imagined on Anon's butt."Shiver me timbers, I've hit booty," you shout as you make impact, causing both you and Anon to land into the bathtub.
You take one look at Anon's unimpressed face and go into a fit of roaring laughter, which is cut short as Anon dumps a bucket of water over your head.
Now it's his turn to laugh.
"Much better."
"Where is-"
"Sir Bearington is over by the hamper. Unharmed.""Mission success!"
"Heh, well your new mission is to have a bath."
As you let out a groan, Anon dumps another bucket of water on you.
"Fine," you cough and splutter.

---30 minutes later---
"Moonie," you shout as you walk into the bathroom for the fifth time, "It's time to get out."
A small head pops up and stares at you.
"No."