Something Halloween

Anon sat on the edge of the bathtub, completely ignoring that his shorts were getting wet. Twilight would have preferred him without, but this was fine, too. Especially because of what the man was doing with his hands.

"Remember this from the first time we met?" Anon asked. "I had to help you wash."

The memory hadn't been pleasant originally, but Twilight had since labeled it as the 'start of her freedom', so she didn't mind remembering.

"Mmm, I was so scared what you were going to do."

"I know. I hope it wasn't too forward of me, but I didn't want to just toss you in the bed smelling of- well."

Twilight gave the slightest of nods, unwilling to move any more muscles than absolutely necessary. "Rarity was convinced you were gonna have your way with us. I was hoping you wouldn't, that my feeling about you was correct, but I was kinda scared as well."

Anon sighed again. "Sorry."

The mare was floating on her back, eyes closed and a faint, nostalgic smile playing across her muzzle. "You already apologized. About-" she concentrated in quiet calculation, "hundred and forty-seven times."

"Did you keep count?!"

"Yeah, kinda. It's not absolutely correct because I only thought to start counting after number ten or so, but it's pretty exact."

"Nerd."

She just poked her tongue out at him. "Talk about yourself, you- mmmmmmh." The final half of her sentence was cut short when anon found a spot on the inside of her hind leg.

Twilight's mind resurfaced a few moments later, but her original thought was gone. "Anyway, that wasn't the first time we met, remember?" she clarified.

"Well. Okay. Yeah. But it's the first time we met properly. In decent circumstances."

Twilight nodded, aware that Anon had let go of her leg and was shifting to the other side of the tub. She knew what he wanted and she let him pull her upright. It meant she had to sit on her haunches, but that wasn't a whole lot of effort when she was submerged almost to her muzzle. Her new position brought her mane up in the air so the human could shampoo it. By the squirting sounds the bottle was nearly empty. She'd have to order more, soon.

"You know, what really convinced me you weren't just some pervert was the way you treated Rarity. Have I ever told you this?"

The man froze for a moment, but then applied his hands to the back of her head, lathering her up nice and thoroughly. Fingers were just so damned useful for things like this!

Once Anon had settled in the rhythm, he answered her: "You haven't."

"Oh. Well, you gave us a bath, which was super weird. Rarity told me later about her fear that you'd- you know. She wasn't really in a state to talk that first day or so."

"I wouldn't-"

"Hush! I know that now. At the time - I hoped you wouldn't. You seemed like a nice guy, which was weird because you came to that place. W-Where they... um, held us." Twilight's voice shook a little at the memory and Anon laid his palm against her face. She nuzzled it gratefully, pushing the awful memories back where they belonged.

The man sighed sadly. "I regretted that the moment I set foot into the place."

"Don't. You wouldn't have found us and you wouldn't have saved all my friends and I wouldn't be here now, getting the most exquisite mane-wash."

"So, when did you decide I wasn't bad if at first you and Rares thought I was going to have my way with you?" Anon asked.

"I was getting to that. I think I understood it for the first time when we asked you to just leave us alone, and you did. Even though it was your place and your room. You didn't even argue." She opened her eyes for a moment and they smiled at each other. Then she shut them again because Anon was starting to lather the front part of her mane. Even after all these years, he was still so careful around the horn. For an instant Twilight entertained the idea of lighting it up, just to give him a bit of a scare, but she decided against it. This was a comfy moment and she wanted to enjoy the rest of the bath in company. Anon's hands encircled her muzzle as he lathered up the fur on her face and she kept it firmly clamped. The shampoo smelled nice, but it tasted foul.

"Hold on, let me wash it off," Anon said and grabbed the shower head. He turned on a trickle of hot water and played it over her with one hand while massaging the lather away with his other.

"Thanks," Twilight said when he had moved on to her mane. "You're a real gentlecolt."

"So," the man said, changing the topic. "Got your costume ready?"

The mare opened her eyes and grinned, even if she did accidentally pull her mane out of Anon's grasp with her excited bounce. "Yes! I got it all ready! I'll show you after we're done. How about yours?"

Anon chuckled a little at her eagerness. "The coat and hat are here, but I'm still waiting for the pipe. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a period-appropriate tobacco pipe!"

"You're not going to actually smoke it, right?"

"No, of course not."

"Good."

It felt as if her mane was done, but Anon kept brushing her coat with his hands under water. She knew he liked touching her and she enjoyed these impromptu massages immensely, so she didn't move and just let him get on with it. In a moment she would return the favor in her own, unique way, but for now Twilight was happy to luxuriate in the hot bath some more.

"Are you going to take a bath as well?" she asked.

"Yeah, in a minute. Just relax, we got all night."

She shook her head, spraying the human with water a little. "No we don't. I want you in bed in- mmmm, an hour."

He laughed. "Yes ma'am."

Anon's hands traveled further down, exploring, grabbing, squeezing all the right places. It made her moan in pleasure and him grin at the expressions she was making. At long last, he placed a kiss at the tip of her nose and let her go. "Okay, my turn," he said.

The mare was a tiny bit sad it was over, but she couldn't begrudge Anon some pampering, not after the treatment she got herself. She levitated a sponge in her magic and looked for his favorite shampoo bottle on a nearby shelf. This is where her magic had an advantage and she could lift both those items and the shower head as well to get Anon wet first.

His shorts fell on the tiles, forgotten, and Anon slipped into the water right beside her. Of course she sneaked a peek, which made her wink and shudder pleasantly. A part of her wanted to ask Anon to keep massaging while she washed his hair in turn, but she knew that would make it hard to concentrate on the magic and she would probably fumble something.

It was a grand sacrifice - possibly the greatest sacrifice in the world - but she would make it. For love.

"Okay, bend down a little. I wanna see what I'm doing."