Bathtime for Original Characters

by Derpsanddinks404

Rating: everyone
Tags: Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Comedy, Random
Length: 4254

Some OC requests done for users who asked kindly. All submissions are closed until further notice.

Side stories to Bathtime for Ponies.

Ever want to see yours or other users' original characters get a bath while in foal form? Well, this is your story! Unfortunately, submissions are closed until Bathtime for Ponies is completed.

Cover is Iron Galley by Irongalley

Published 2012-12-04 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-27 00:03:29 UTC

Sugarette Stilez by matoalis

Now that the tub was adequately full of water, you call out for the earth colt. "Sugar!"

A shy, white pony with a two-shades-pink mane and all-pink tail opens the door to see what he was called for. As he turned his head, you notice that his left eye seemed different than the other: the pupil was green, indicating that it was dead and blind. You pitied the poor colt for having to deal with only half vision, but after further analysis of him you could see the eye wasn't the only thing worthy of pity. With a snow white coat, pink hair with a pink bow and a muzzle that resembled a filly's, you just knew that he was going to have a tough life.

Sugarette walked over to you in a very shy manner. He had just met you not too long ago, and would take some getting used to. He stops before you and then looks over to the bath and realizes what was to come. He accepts his fate by taking off his small bow and tries to jump into the tub himself. He misses, due to the tub's towering height over him. You assist him from where he hangs over the edge,and he squirms in your grip. When he's finally in, he softly hits you to show his disapproval of your actions.

Ignoring the blow of foalish rebellion, you grab the shampoo next to you and squirt some into your palm. Sugarette instantly backs off at the sight of the product. You slightly sigh and show the illiterate colt the label. "It's all-natural. No chemicals," you explain, remembering a tip you heard about how he disliked chemicals. Sugarette looks quizzically at the bottle for a few more seconds before moving back towards you with a skeptical but trusting mood.

You begin the bath by bringing your soap-filled hand to the feminine-like colt and lathering the "all-natural" gel through Sugar's pink mane. Sugarette fidgets around at the feeling of a stranger handling his hair, so much that you are unable to thoroughly get in between each lock. "Sugar, please stay still," you ask kindly. Sugarette stops for a bit, but when you continue lathering he starts up again. "Sugar..." you warn. Sugar doesn't heed the warning though, and is now beginning to not only back away, but push you away. "Sugar!" you say impatiently to the colt, stopping him cold in his tracks.

Sugarette then looks down guiltily and starts to tear up. You heart sinks, and you move to comfort the earth colt. "Sugar, I'm sorry," you start, now much quieter than before. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just, impatient, that's all." Sugarette looks up at you and wipes a tear off his cheek, giving you a chance to fully make him feel better. "Look, I'm a friend," you explain while wiping his other cheek gingerly. "Just let me finish my job and everything will be fine." Sugarette nods in approval and let's you finish the task uninterrupted, which takes in all about am minute due to the colt's filly-like long hair.

Now it was time for the rinsing. You dip two cupped hands in the water and quickly pull them back on contact with a yelp. The water was bone cold! You know Sugarette liked cold water, which explains why you never turned the hot knob, but you never expected it to be this cold! You look at the content earth colt sitting in the arctic water and stare at him with shock. "How are you not frozen?" you ask with pure wonder. Sugarette giggles a bit at your shock, making you realize that, thankfully, he had become more comfortable with you.

Ignoring the pain for the sake of finishing your job, you dip your hands back in the water and quickly pour the water over Sugarette's head. Sugar flinches slightly at first contact with the water, but gets used to it after the second time. His mane takes about seven rinses, again due to the hair's length.

You lift up the colt's flank and sweetly ask him to keep it there. He cooperates, fully used to your presence, and you thank him. Grabbing the organic hair soap next to you, you squirt another handful and begin the cleaning process on his tail. The tail is also the same length as a normal filly's, so this takes you just as long as it took you to clean his mane, minus the fidgeting.

And now it was time for the second and, thankfully, final time you have to submerge your hands in the chilly water in order to rinse his tail. You move a bit quicker this time in hopes of getting the painful task over faster. Your hopes are met, and even though it took around thirty seconds last time, it now took half that. Satisfied with your work, you decide that now bathtime was over.

Reaching one last time for a few seconds into the water, you yank the plug and pull your hand straight out. You then turn to Sugarette, who is holding out his hooves to you. You smile at the true realization that now you were fully friends, you lift him up high and place him softly on the ground. You then reach over to the towel next to you, making Sugar look at you questioningly. You then realize that the towel was to his left, and so he couldn't see what you were grabbing. He shies back a bit before you bring the towel over to his right, showing him it wasn't a weapon you were grabbing. He sighs at the sight and walks closer to you so you may dry him off.

You start off by slowly rubbing the cloth over the colt's head, speeding up slightly so you didn't startle the introversal pony. He doesn't mind your motions, and gladly lets you finish his mane, then his tail, and finally his torso and hooves.

Now that all was set and done, you put the towel away and dismiss the little colt. He puts on his bow automatically and walked towards the door. When he reached the threshold, though, he stopped and turned his head to you. Apparently, the once-shy colt was now waiting for his new friend to follow! Taking his hint, you walk over to the door and lead the way to whatever fun activity you were doing next.

Quicksilver by Mare in the Moon

You call out for the future royal guard so he could get bathed, satisfied that the tub was full of adequate water. "Quicksilver!"

A moment later a young earth pony colt with glasses and a newly-hatched phoenix on his back walks into the room, heeding your call. He looks up to you with his green eyes and smiles. You take note of how brightly orange his mane was, which seemed to contradict with his plain grey-cream body. Nonetheless, his appearance still matched his personality: he was an exciting pony, and always tried to do cool things, even if he knew he couldn't pull them off.

You then turn to the little phoenix on his back and frown. You may not be good at mythology, but one thing you did know was that phoenixes were fire birds. And you also didn't know much about elements, but you knew that fire and water don't mix.

"Uh, Quick?" you say, using a little nickname you just created. "Are you sure Ash won't mind getting wet?" You knew that the phoenix wouldn't take the bath with him, but you may accidentally splash some water over it.

Quicksilver shakes his head and turns to his pet. Even though birds couldn't smile, you could tell that the little chick was happy about being with his young and loving owner. Ash let's out a soft shriek, communicating with the colt beneath him. Quicksilver nods and turns back to you, shaking his head again.

You are somewhat baffled at the display of actual conversation between a young colt and his phoenix. You shrug it off half a moment later though, admitting that you've seen weirder things before. Returning to the task at hand, you direct the two over to the tub. You remove Ash from Quicksilver and put him on the toilet cover. Neither look like they appreciated being separated, but neither complain. You then pick up the little colt and, after removing his glasses, place him in the bathtub, where he sits obediently and waits for the lathering to begin.

Making no haste whatsoever, you grab the shampoo bottle and squirt a fair-sized amount onto your hand. You then bring the gel upon the colt's short orange mane and work it throughout. The hair feels smooth as you work your fingers through it, making sure to get it all evenly. A short half minute later you're finished and ready to rinse.

As you had done hundreds of times before, you cup your hands into a bowl and submerge them under the bath water. You pick them up and bring the water inside them over Quicksilver's orange hair and release it. The water falls over his head and takes with it some of the suds. Several cycles later his mane is back to its orange state, yet cleaner than before.

Now you move onto the earth colt's tail. He willingly obeys when you ask him kindly to lift it. You thank him and squirt yet another handful of shampoo on your hand, then place it over his tail and start lathering. His tail is just as orange as his mane, yet longer (as per usual for most ponies). So, it would only make sense that this takes longer to lather, around a minute-ish.

Almost like an automaton, you put your bowled hands back into the water and pour it over his tail. Nothing too noteworthy happens, and therefore this only takes a short moment. Now you're finished, and so you take out a few bath toys (a Spider-Stallion figure, some toy cars and a rubber duck) and let the colt play for a bit.

Quicksilver instantly accepts the Spider-Stallion, and pretty much ignores the others. You take the unused toys and put them away, figuring he'd suffice with the action figure alone. You are about to sit down when you hear a shriek.

"Gah!" you cry as Ash the little phoenix flaps his wings around you and lands on the edge of the bath tub; you had forgotten that the chick was there. You sit down in piece, knowing for sure that there wasn't anything under you this time.

Ash perches above his owner, who ignores his toy and turns his attention to his favorite thing in the world. The happy phoenix inspects his newly washed owner and shrieks again, opening his wings. Unfortunately, the chick loses his balance and begins to fall forward...

"No!" you call as you jump up to catch the bird before it contacted the water. Sadly, you don't make it in time, and you hear a splash in the water. You look over the tub in horror to see what had happened to the bird, only to come up confused.

Ash was happily flapping in the tub next to Quicksilver, who is laughing at his silly little bird. You scratch your head in wonder. Well then, you think. Apparently, not only are they immune to water, they rather enjoy it! I guess you learn something new every day.

When you heart calms down from the sudden scare, you unplug the tub, put away the Spider-Stallion and pick up both youngsters from the tub, one at a time. You then grab Quicksilver's towel and begin drying the young colt's orange mane, then his torso and legs, and finally his tail. When that's done, you turn to Ash and reach to dry him off, only to witness the chick shake his feathers dry. He sends water droplets everywhere, but thankfully you are able to shield yourself with the blue towel.

Now that everyone was dry and ready, you stand up from your kneeling position and have Quicksilver follow you. When you enter the living room, you search for and find your little gift for the colt.

"Want to read?" you ask, holding up Batstallion #204: The Rise of Mane. Quicksilver jumps up at the sight of one of his favorite comics and gladly follows you to the chair, where you sit down with him and read the action-filled picture book with him.

Ambrosia Firehoof by Ambrosia_Firehoof13

Ambrosia Firehoof by Ambrosia_Firehoof13

Now, with everything in place, it was time for the first, most crucial step of your next task. "Ambro," you call out invitingly, stretching the last "o" sound for half a second. It may have sounded a bit too suspicious, for moments went by with no sign of the red unicorn.

Darn. I'm gonna have to get him, you realize. Cracking your neck and shaking your arms in preperation, you exit the all-blue bathroom and begin to search the house.

High and low you search, only to come up empty handed. Finally, five minutes later, you stop in the middle of Ambrosia's room. You scratch your head and go over for the millionth time in your mind the possible places where the colt could be. Just then, you hear a small movement sound in the closet. Turning you attention to the source of disturbance, you walk towards a pair of wooden slide doors. You pull them apart with ease and make note of what's inside:

Dozens of stuffed animals line the back wall. Despite its outer appearance, the closet was surprisingly large, so it had no trouble containing its contents. Among them were several teddy bears, a giraffe, a couple of fake cats, a small red unicorn, an extra terrestrial, and a large rabbit. You close the doors and sigh in loss. You turn away, when all of a sudden the gears in your head turn, and you realize where Ambro is. However, you are too late by the time you open the doors again, because the spot where the colt was is now empty. You turn around and come face-to-knee with the unicorn of the hour.

The sly red-on-red (like his last name, Firehoof, would imply) unicorn jumps as soon as he sees that he's been spotted. Almost cartoon-like, he jumps and the air and starts to make a run for it. You, however, are much larger and faster than he, and you quickly dive down just in time to catch his hind legs. "Aha!" you cry in success.

The colt is mortified that he lost, and starts to try and resist you by grabbing onto anything on the flat floor that would help his release from your grip. In the end, he comes up empty hoofed and is moments later in the embrace of your arms. You exit the bedroom satisfied with a very wormy Ambro trying to free himself from whatever lay ahead for him. "Stop it!" you command as you open the bathroom door with your hip.

When the bathtub comes into view and Ambro finally comprehends what's going on, all Tartarus breaks loose. The colt finally succeeds in pushing away from you and makes a run for it. Again your luck is great, because you are an arm's reach from the door and manage to close it before he escapes. You also lock the door, just in case he figures a way out.

You pick up the foal again and quickly place him in the tub, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. You grab the shampoo and squirt some in your hand. But by the time you're ready to begin, the young colt has already made it halfway over the tub's side. You push him lightly back in and wrap both your arms around him to hold him still while you lathered his mane. Ambro continues to struggle, even though he's clearly outbeaten, and thus lathering his short red mane takes much longer than necessary.

When you're finally done washing, you come to your newest dilemma: how in Equestria are you going to rinse him while holding him? You sigh disapprovingly when the only solution appeared. Reaching out while still holding Ambro, you cup one hand and bring up a small handful of water. You then pour it over the red colt, who flinches on contact. Minutes go by before you finally finish rinsing the stubborn unicorn's mane. When you step back for a second to replenish your supply of shampoo, you notice that your shirt is beyond soaked. The things I do for these foals you think.

With another handful of shampoo in your palm, you grab hold of Ambro's waist and lift up his rear so you could wash his red tail. This, surprisingly, doesn't take much longer than you initially thought, due to less resistance from the colt. You figure this is because he's finally accepted his fate. When you look to check his expresion, your suspicions are proven correct.

You experiment removing your hands from around his waist, and come back with positive results; he didn't escape. You smile at his newfound cooperation and begin to rinse his tail, this time with both hands. Ambro doesn't flinch as much at the feeling of the water, and so his tail only takes a short amount of time to rinse, about as long as it usually took to rinse normal-sized tails.

Skipping play time so as to spare the poor colt from spending unnecessary time during this little "torture task", you drain the tub and assist Ambro out of the porceline tub. A look of relief takes over his face as he steps back onto the ground. You reach behind you and grab the towel with which to dry the thankful pony. You shake it over his mane, and then his torso and hooves, and finally his tail. Once done, you watch the little colt shake himself so as to remove any excess water (this pony really hated being wet).

With everything finally set and done. you unlock the door for Ambro and open it so he could continue his past activities. He nods to you in approval and trots on out. You watch him leave, then turn your attention to your shirt.

"I need to start bringing extra clothes," you moan while taking off your shirt to wring it dry.

Author's Note

This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Kylar Laurant Soza's, otherwise known as Ambrosia_Firehoof13, brother. Kylar isn't feeling too well at the moment due to his/her loss, and I am doing this in hopes of at least bringing a smile to his/her face. I may succeed, I may fail. Either way, I wish him/her the best of luck (it sounds like that would really help right now) and want them to know that we're all here for him/her.

Fondant Rose by Timey-Wimey

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!