bathtubs can never be trusted

   Do you know that horrible feeling when your brain gets slapped by some embarrassing image? The kind of image that just sits with you, stirring up everything you think about? The one that makes your face bloom like a rose? Whether its seeing a friend naked or a picture of a monster of sorts that just haunts you, thats the feeling Celestia was having.

   Even though Celestia was now sitting on an extremely comfortable and fluffy couch, her insides felt the exact opposite. Trying to think of anything else than what she had seen, she sat there staring at a strange mechanical device. It had two antennae on it and a cord of sorts reaching a funny looking hole in the wall.

While the... creature... continued his shower she decided to figure this strange invention out. She walked up to it and stood staring at it for a while as she turned her head like a puppy trying to find some sort of on switch. She decided that  poking it with a hoof might get it to work like some sort of sens-

BONK

   Celestia looked up, a red bump growing on her head. She scanned for what hit her head and found a black metallic box in the shape of a chocolate bar. Exited, she quickly took it in her mouth and, realizing how terrible it tasted, spat it on the couch. She examined the box and saw that it was covered in many buttons: Blue, red, yellow green, big and small. Hesitantly, she pushed the biggest red button she could find, quickly shielding herself with one hoof incase she set something off. Almost immediately, the strange box lit up as an image of a alien riding a pony much like her own, while holding some sort of metal stick. With a loud bang, another alien fell down dead. "What sick demented mind came up with this?" She shrieked as she galloped away from the slaughter.

   She ran fast, galloping to the kitchen. There was much more machinery here than there was back in what she guessed was the living room. What first caught her attention was the size of this kitchen. It was fairly small, much smaller than she was used to. She noticed a machine that looked like a oven but, was much more compact and was above a perfectly fine oven. She decided to investigate by leaning up onto the oven to reach it, and finding a bowl of cold soup in it. "Well, that means this must be like a mini oven. I might as well help out the alien that's allowing me to stay here." she thought, hoping to have good impressions on the being. She went to the oven and saw another note next to it with a series of numbers written on it. Assuming that this was the instructions, she set the oven to 13.37. 'Hopefully that will do." She thought as she dropped down from the oven, walking into a strange room.

   This room had two large metal boxes. They were a dirty, worn down white color and one was vibrating very fast. They both have a window no it, but the inside was blurry. She tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. She pulled harder and harder... nothing. She decided to buck it she was curious what was inside.

   Bucking it with all of her strength it shot open flooding her with shirts, pant, coats, drowning her in a sea of cloth. They all were quite warm, and they smelled so nice... Almost falling asleep, she quickly regained her composure and went to the next one. This one was wide open and it had dirty clothes in it, and deduced that these machines cleaned clothing. So she stuffed the rest of the dirty clothes in. Noticing a bottle of soap on top of one of the metal boxes, she took it and emptied the whole of it in the washer. Then she emptied the other bottle as well... and the last bottle. "Oh, hopefully this alien will accept my work for him around the his home".

   Ohhh... She has no idea what she's getting herself into.

   She left for the kitchen to check on the soup she had put in for the alien. She walked in and noticed it was steaming. "Well thats how everything cooks in the bakery in Canterlot, that must mean its almost done".

   Looking down, she discovered another machine that looks like the clothes washer, yet it was slightly smaller and wasn't filled with clothes. Celestia opened it and caught a glimpse inside, only for tons of dirty cutlery to meet her eyes.

   Then, the smell hit her.

   She quickly slammed the door in disgust, retching on the floor as the smell entered her lungs. After a few moments, she regained her posture and saw some buttons on the machine that said: rinse, heavy wash, and china stuff. "Hmm... china. what could that mean? Maybe like china plates." So Celestia went around the house finding anything and everything made of glass and... stuffed it in this china machine.

   Now Celestia went over and waited on the couch. "Oh, the alien will be so happy with me!"

Almost immediately, the creature walked down the hallway and froze as Celestia's head poked over the couch. "You're here?"

   "Yes and I think you'll be happy to know that I-" Celestia was interrupted by the sound of the microwave exploding, sending soup all over the kitchen. She looked at him sheepishly, but thats not all that happened. Next it was the washing machines turn to explode in a mass of the soapiest clothes Celestia had ever seen. She gave him an even more embarrassed look while he just face palmed and groaned. And finally it was the dish washers turn to take stage by sending glass everywhere, breaking and shattering all over the already soup-covered kitchen. The creature looked up to the ceiling. "Oh, God. Why Me? Why am I the ONLY Human on Earth who has to deal with this kind of insanity?"

  Celestia stooped her head low in guilt as tears began to shimmer at the edge of the... human's eyes. For some reason, that scene reminded her of somepony close to her heart...

  "Luna..."