“It’s very convenient that we have a bath ready for you Trixie. Alas, you don’t like cold water. You like hot baths, right?”

“I don’t care.”

“If we wanted to heat the water effectively we’d need to use an entropy manipulation spell. Only master magicians can perform spells of that magnitude. Are you a master magician, Trixie?”

“I am pretty good with—”

“—Can you do entropy magic?”

“Well, no, but—”

“—Are you a master magician, Trixie?” I levitated up my scepter.

“I guess not...”

“Well unlike you, rooky, I am a master magician, and I’ll prove it to you, so you’ll know I’m not just asserting it. I want to shove it in your face without leaving any trace of doubt about this fact.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

I took a deep breath and concentrated. The spell I was about to cast wasn’t among the basic ones.

I charged my horn and focused my channels. I spread them through the entire volume of the water. I send bursts of magic through it in the frequency of the thermodynamic movements of the hydrogen-based molecules, synchronizing my output wavelengths with the system’s inner workings to create resonance energy sink.

When the water reacted I adapted my pulses to match the increasing micromovement of the molecules.

I cut off my magic and looked at the results.

The bubbles dissipated while the water slowly cooled just under the boiling temperature.

“Here you go, Trixie. Your bath is ready.”

“That’s way too hot.”

“Steam is good for your pores. The effects on your skin will amaze you.”

“I’ll get burned!”

“Damnit, Trixie. An alicorn princess uses advanced magic manipulation to make a hot bath just for you and you don’t even show a hint of gratitude. Honestly, I think I’m too good to you. Well, go on. Hygiene is important!” I charged my horn and telekinetically pushed against her shiny tushy.

“Twilight, please!”

Her hooves slid on the floor as she drifted toward the steaming barrel.

“The bath you longed for for so long awaits you, oh, great and powerful Trixie!” I smiled.

“No permanent damage! You said no permanent damage!” She pushed against the edge of the barrel with both forehooves.

I disbanded my field.

She took a step back.

“Let me guess. You changed your mind and want me to cool down the water for you?”

She nodded at me. “Please.”

“You’re abusing me and my magic abilities, Trixie. I don’t think I can put up with your capriciousness much longer!”

She clenched her teeth as her ears flattened on her head.

“Fine! I’m adjusting the temperature one more time, but if I hear you whine after that I’m going to lose it, you hear!”

I spread out all four legs and aimed my horn at the barrel. This was an even harder spell than the previous one. It wasn’t the opposite of the heating spell. I had to use an entirely different technique to remove the excess heat that was distributed throughout the water.

I took a deep breath and charged my horn.

I launched my channel, forking it mid-air. I spread one part across the water and dispersed the rest of it in the air.

Instead of vibrating my channels as with most spells, I stilled them down.

Water heat produced static noise on the channel.

As soon as vibrations formed I transferred them to disperse part of my channel, mitigating the energy from the water into the air.

I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. I had to act constantly to counter the vibrations produced by the heat.

I heard sparks flying off my horn. Sweat dripped down my face.

Just a bit more.

“There!” I cut off my magic and sighed from the exerted effort.

“You—froze it… ”

I stepped to the barrel. “No, that’s just surface ice.”

I banged at it with a hoof and the ice broke into plates. “See. It’s all good, the water is still mostly in a liquid state, it can perform its function just as well as when it was hot. I see no problem with it. Now come and wash up!”

She opened her mouth.

I charged my horn and floated up my scepter. “Any complaints?”

She shook her head and stepped to the barrel.

I leaned sideways at the edge of the barrel and watched her face as she observed the result of my magic.

She stood up on her hind legs, leaning on the barrel with one forehoof and touching the surface of the water among floating ice plates with the other.

“How’s the water? Does the great and powerful fickle wannabe approve of it?” I floated my scepter closer.

She just sighed.

The sweat from the effort I exerted still moistened my coat, yet I wasn’t getting the appreciation I deserved. “Thank me!” I ordered.

“Ugh! Thank you for making the water even worse than it was, to begin with.”

“Your wish is my command.” I winked at her.

“Yeah, right...”

“Now wash yourself! We don’t have all day. Well, we do. Many days, in fact. But not for your lollygagging.”

She sank a hoof through the ice plates.

“Aren’t you glad now for wearing waterproof clothing? And you wanted to get rid of the tight bodysuit...”

“I can still feel the cold through it!” Her hoof lifted up and slid across her face. “Iii!” She gasped through her clenched teeth.

“It’s going to take you forever to wash your face if you do it like that.” I stepped behind her ”Here, let me show you a more optimal way of doing it.”

“No!”

I leaned on her head, sinking it underwater along with both forehooves.

I clenched my teeth. The water was ice cold. I felt physical pain on the parts of my forelegs that sank under the surface.

She twirled her forelegs around, spraying the cold water droplets all around and onto me.

I screamed at her. “Stop that!” I leaned harder and pushed her deeper.

“Your face isn’t clean yet! I’ll let you go when it’s clean!”

A few bubbles escaped from her muzzle.

She stopped thrashing with her forelegs and rubbed them on her submerged head instead.

“Not clean yet!” I yelled.

She rubbed faster. Her body tightened.

“Don’t you just find baths so relaxing?”

Another burst of bubbles erupted from her mouth. She frantically rubbed her forehooves up and down her head.

Her hind legs pushed against the barrel, but I pressed my body harder against her plot to equate the forces.

“You’re about half done!” I cheered her on. “Keep it up!”

She leaned to her side, lifting a hoof out of the water. She waved it around but couldn’t bend enough to hit me.

I floated the scepter closer.

A few strikes at her foreleg later she retracted it back into the water.

“Keep your hooves at the task or you’ll never finish!”

Her hooves drifted across her head again in slow motion.

Another burst of bubbles escaped to the surface. Her body twirled beneath me, but her strength faded with every consequent push.

I tried to motivate her, “Almost done!”

Her mouth opened.

All of her body muscles tightened. A heap of bubbles burst on the surface.

Her forehooves spread before her.

Her eyes rolled up, and all I saw was whiteness under her eyelids.

Her muscles softened and her head drifted down. Only the edge of the barrel supported her weight. Both forehooves floated motionlessly on the surface before her.

“I guess that will do!”

I pulled her up.

She fell on her back like a sack of oats. Her head thumped sideways on the floor as her tongue stuck out of her mouth.

Her head slid left and right on the floor as I jerked it. The rest of the body lay still. Trying to get her attention was as useless as poking at a corpse but also just as fun. I levitated my scepter high into the air and plunged it down on her

A thump boomed around the room, but the flashy sack before me didn’t move.

I pushed down on her chest with both forehooves.

“Ugh!” she coughed. Her body twitched as she rolled into a ball. The profound coughing continued, lung water spurting around.

I poked her with my scepter. “Why did you breathe in water? You shouldn’t have done that. Just because you’re a bottom feeder, doesn’t mean you can get away with breathing underwater.”

She coughed profusely. Her body twirled on the floor.

“Anyway, you made the water dirty, and I was touching the water.”

She kept coughing.

“It’s your fault that I got my forehooves dirty. I think you should clean them up.”

She proceeded with the coughing.

I poked her harder with my floating scepter. “Are you even listening to me? Lick it!” I held a forehoof in front of her muzzle.

Her coughing persisted.

“Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it.” I forcefully put down the hoof on the floor. “You seem to still have some water in your lungs. Maybe I can beat it out of you.”

I pounded on her twitching body with the scepter.

She lifted up a hoof toward it, but she just produced more openings for the scepter to strike at.

“Aa—Ugh!—Aaa!” Her screams mixed with her coughing.

I kept pounding on her.

She moved and crawled sideways toward me.

The scepter kept hitting her.

She extended her neck. Her tongue stuck out and gave the dirty hoof a quick lick.

My severe beating turned to poking.

She coughed, twirled about, then tensed up her muscles and gave the hoof of mine another lick.

I could feel her tongue twitching from the spasms within her. “Go on, pick up the pace. I don’t like being dirty longer than I need to be.”

She kept coughing, but still managed to lick my hoof while twirling and twitching.

Suddenly, the machine behind me rang, making me squeal from the excitement. “The first batch of the results is ready.”

Something was off. I looked up at the wall. It was hardly noticeable, but it was different than before. It seemed to be illuminated.

I turned around.

Trixie looked to the ground and clenched her teeth. Her horn wasn’t charged.

I looked back to the wall and the glow was gone.

The desk to my right caught my attention. There was something ominous about it. The upper left corner of it was disrupted somehow. It was lacking. I could sense the void emanating from that area. Something was out of place. My trusty screwdriver. It was missing!

She must have levitated it somewhere when I wasn’t looking. Oh, Trixie, still trying to find an easy way out, I thought we were making progress…

I forced myself to ignore the introduction of chaos in my orderly world and turned back to look at the results. “Interesting… ”

“Do you want to see the results, Trixie?” I glanced at her.

She stopped biting on a foreleg, wrapped in black fabric. “I don’t care about that.” She turned to me and changed her voice to a whiny one. ”Can I take the wrapping clothes off now? I’m sweating, and the tight fabric is binding me.”

“No. It’s a bit chilly in this basement. We don’t want you to get sick or anything.”

“But I’m really hot.”

“Indeed you are, hotty.” I slapped her on the flank with a hoof.

“Ouch! That—wasn’t what I meant.”

“You need to express yourself more clearly then. Perhaps reading could help you expand your poor vocabulary. Do you like reading Trixie?”

“Not really, no.”

“No wonder you’re such a screw up then.”

She sighed. “What I meant was that it isn’t that cold in here, and you’re not wearing any clothes.”

“Yes, but I’m hot by nature. Hotter than you at least. Don’t feel overshadowed by me, though. With those clothes exhibiting your features, you’re pretty hot yourself. Let’s just keep it this way. Why fix if it ain’t broken, right?”

“This body outfit is tight!”

“I’m glad you like the clothes. It’s Rarity’s design. I think she made a batch for everypony in Ponyville. To my knowledge, nopony even ordered these leotards. I know I didn’t. Her generosity, apparently, knows no bounds.”

“Or maybe she was scheming to make everypony itch...”

“Nonsense. Her intention to see me happy became crystal clear when she made a stop at my library. I reluctantly accepted her gift, and she just couldn’t hide her excitement. She slammed the door shut behind her as she approached me and insisted that I try it on right away on that very spot, saying that she wanted to make sure it fitted me tightly.

“She watched with clenched teeth and eyes widespread as I dragged it onto me. When I told her it was too tight, she said it’s a feature. It didn’t feel very featurey to me, but I couldn’t really oppose her, since she’s the expert when it comes to clothes, you know?”

“It’s really binding!”

“I was a bit on the weary side, as well, but Rarity said it should contain my luscious thighs just fine. She was so diligent that she even took many pictures of the area above my hind legs for later research to make sure there weren’t any design errors. I had to pose for her in the most awkward of stances to exhibit ‘all of the features’, as she called them.”

Author's Note

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