>you'd never seen a filly with eyes and sunken and hollow as hers, a pelt so white contrasting with the jet black of her mane, which was done up in a couple messy twintails that hung just beneath the base of her neck and still couldn't wrangle the mess in front
>still, she was pretty cute, and you were the beast foal and filly sitter in ponyville, despite being a human
>when someone needed a filly or a foal looked after for either an afternoon or up to several days at a time, you were the guy to call
>"Anon, this is Floor Bored. honestly she can pretty much look after herself, buuuuut you can never be too careful!" her mother said cheerfully, looking much like a grown up version of her daughter, who was eyeing you from the liviingroom doorway that led to the small hallway in a most...peculiar fashion, her wide filly eyes boring into you with a keen interest
>"Don't mind our Little Floor, she's a bit of a loner, but she likes strangers, strange as that sounds," her father laughed, "There's plenty of food and we left some bits so you could get hayburgers if you wanted.......honestly it's one of the few ways to get her out of her room these days," her father whispered
>"Don't worry 'bout a thing, she's in good hands," you assured as the couple headed for the next three days, visiting relatives in Manehatten. At least that was their story, who was their daughter to question it?
>something just wasn't right about her, and it became more apparent as soon as her parents shut the door behind them
>you felt her eyes crawling across you, sizing you up, unabashedly watching you like a vicious predator would stalk its prey before pouncing
>"...room......see my room..?" it was hard to hear her, her voice soft and delicate like the rest of her seemed to be
>it was a fairly innocent question, most of the foals and fillies you watched asked it at some point or another, happy to show off their toys, their interests, their hobbies, giving you a glimpse into their private lives and a sneak peak into the stallion or mare they would one day become
>you gave her a toothy smile and nodded, approaching the skittish looking filly cautiously, "Hey there Little Floor, i'm Anon, nice to meetcha." so far the best equivalent of a handshake you could come up with was giving them a sugar cube and a ruffle of mane or a headpat. Thankfully you kept a fairly good stock of 'cubes in your overnight bag, fishing one out for her and while she sniffed at it for a moment on your flattened upward palm, you buried your fingers into her mane
>big mistake
>it was thick and greasy, like the little filly hadn't bathed in...awhile. up close even your crappy human nose could smell her now. like aged sweat and confinement and the signature stink of lone masturbation
>Oh god, this was a bad idea, but she seemed to enjoy having you comb your fingers between her ears and down the back of her neck, scraping your nails through her tangled, unruly mane. you could only imagine the horror of it if she ever unbound her twintails and let that mane fly free
>the strangest noise tugged from her throat, something like a kitten's purr, a horse's whinny, and the whine a dog made when it was comfortable
>the grease of her sweat and body odor clung to your fingers like a film
>There was only one thing to do for it
>immediate, no compromise bathtime
>as if she could sense her impending tubby scrubby, she made as if to bolt away from you, but you'd seen this before of course, and being one step ahead as soon as she turned you flattened her beneath you, putting all your weight atop of her, squashing her belly-down to the ground so you could wrestle your arms under her chest and abdomen
>her hooves scraped and scrabbled against the wood flooring frantically, whimpering as if you were beating her with a belt
>"It's. Just. A. Bath." he grunted, finally setting your feet beneath you and hauling her up, her skinny legs flailing in midair in front of her while she whimpered and shrieked
>the bathroom itself was fairly spacious, with a nice big tub and running water in the form of a lever action pump
>once she was in there, there was no escape, though getting her in there had been a struggle in and of itself
>all four limbs caught the door frame, and though she was just a filly, she was still a horse, and surprisingly strong for her size
>still, she was just a kid, and therefore had limited stamina, so you simply had to lean against her for an hour before her legs finally gave out and you both crashed into the bathroom with a loud clatter
>she was scrambling to get up and bolt out the door, but you were used to this too and managed to shut it and bolt it, leaving her nowhere to run while you collapsed in front of it, providing further blockage
>"You're not going anywhere til you scrub down, Little Miss." you said, wiping sweat from your brow and fanning yourself with your shirt, soaked in sweat yourself from your battle with the water-averse little >"Oh yeah?! Well, well, if you want me to take a bath so bad why don't YOU
>"Oh yeah?! Well, well, if you want me to take a bath so bad why don't YOU scrub me down then, huh, huh?! Oh Celestia, I bet you -want- to, don't you, Mister?" she scooted away from you, "Yer one of them fillysexuals mama and papa warned me about, aintcha?"
>it was your turn to be aghast, but before you could stammer a reply, she sidled up to you, wearing that predatory smile of hers again
>"That's ok though, I don't mind that you wanna get your hands allllllllllll over this cute little bod of mine. I mean, i'm so sweet and cute and innocent, how couldn't you not wanna pet me and give me sugar cubes and call me the bestest, cutest little filly in the whole world, huh, huh, you just can't resist, can ya?"
>she was obviously projecting a little, but you weren't about to correct her, especially not when her face was inches from yours, you could smell her breath, her sweat stink, and the huffs of steam rolling from her nostrils while her own projections seemed to turn her on far more than it did you
>"Oh yeah Mister, I can see it in your eyes. You just couldn't help forcing me in here against my will..." she purred, though this time it was her turn to raise a small hoof and pat your head, "Don't worry Mr. Anon, i'll keep the fact you're a raging fillysexual pervert to myself, but ya gotta scrub me reeeeeeeeeeeeeeal good. Teehee...you could have just asked you know.."
>This kid was the goddamn devil, and she presented herself as such. Still, you grinned right back at her, digging fingertips deep into her mane'n neck
>"You're right, Little One. My burning lust for fillies.....I can't deny it." you leaned in, mashing your human nose into her much more equine one, no matter the stink rolling off of her.
>"I want to bathe you. I want to scrub you. I want to get you clean so I can get you dirty again," you hissed, drawing ever closer, at first kissing her cheek, then upon her forehead, and finally landing both suckling teeth and hissing lips upon her ear while you scraped your nails from tail's base right up to her shoulders
>"I'd rather have YOU ask, little tart!" you cooed, offhandendly pumping water into the tub you'd forced her into.
>Little Floor's heard hammered so hard in her chest she herself thought it was going to smash through her sternum. Oh god. Anon was serious. Serious as you yourself pretended to be.
>You filled that tub and drizzled soap within the water itself and upon the sweat stained hide of the filly
>"Yeah, get it alllllllllll over me~" she cooed, though her voice cracked when the lewdness, or attempt thereof, came from her lips
>You said nothing, and instead dug your fingers into her pelt, her mane, her neck, her flanks, burying your fingers deep into her body, shoving her down so far into the tub that only her flared nostrils and nearly weeping eyes stood out
>"Filthy Filly....that's what you wanted, ain't it? Someone to wash you....scrub you, make all that nasty DIRT go away, huh?" you hissed while rolling your palms into the back of her neck, unlocking her twintails, freeing her hair so hard she squealed and turned upside down, flailing her legs and hooves
>she provided it for you
>belly was attacked with full force, scrubbing her abdomens, dragging fingernails across her chest, applying all the soap you could
>Floor was a filthy little filly
>But she seemed more than eager to get scrubbed down by you even while she flailed and halfassedly slapped your hands with her hooves
>"Don't deny it Little Floor.....you love baths. You love baths so hard you'd rather be a stanky bitch than let your parents scrub you down. Say it."
>"I....I love......baths...." she whimpered while you poured another heavy dollop of soap into her mane and across her back, using the heavy bar-ststuff like a real man.
>"Soap slut. Bath whore. Little cleanliness bitch..." you hissed in her ear while you lathered her up from flank to ear
>You ripped down, from base of neck to the base of her tail, straight back up again, rolling her pelt, sniggering all the while like you actually enjoyed it
>She squeaked and squealed beneath your fingers and palms, dropping to her chest and belly while you molested her with soap, taking care to rip across her flanks, withers, and sides, her entire body under your hard ministrations
>How do your parents put up with you?" you hissed, tugging her tail while you stroked soap upon it, over and over with your hands, raking your fingers through the tangled mass of strands
>"They indulge you, that's why.....well, I won't. I don't coddle my fillies." burying your fingers deep into her mane, tugging the unruly layers of her bangs and front of her forehead backward, she writhed and squeaked beneath you
>"That's what I thought....nothing but a coddled beast. Bet you don't even own a comb, do you?" but you did, and she shrieked beneath you while you wielded it, raking the shallow teeth of it through freshly cleaned hair
>unbound those twintails and ripped into her, she flailed and scraped and screamed while you sat on the small of her back, leaving the little filly nowhere to go and nothing to do but whimper as if she were getting pounded breeding style by a fat cocked country stallion
>You had more to offer than that, and ripped her hair smooth
>"I oughta spank you, but you'd probably like that, and all our progress of making you a presentable little gal'd be wasted."

>Floor's squeaks and whimpers tapered down in volume until she was just quietly huffing across the bathroom floor, completely covered in soap suds but for her eyes and mouth, her dainty little pink tongue hanging from partially opened mouth and pressed to the floor
>she had no fight left, having exhausted herself trying to escape
>you had to admit, it'd taken a lot longer than you would have thought, the fillycritter had some energy and fight, and you'd sat on her for a bit longer to make sure she wasn't faking and trying to escape again

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>"You ain't done yet, little filly," though now you leaned down, scooping her into your arms, not minding the sweet smelling soap suds that clung to your clothing as you hoisted her princess-style and placed her back in the tub, or the torture chamber, as she seemed to think of it as
>another pathetic mewl escaped her fuzzy little lips, and you leaned down to push a quick, affectionate peck to her forehead, which she seemed to enjoy, "Doing good there lil filly, almost over, then we get to the fun part." he grinned in lewd promise, which seemed to make her more accepting of what was about to happen
>you began to pump the tub full, the water fairly cold, and while you did so, you used a small basic to rinse the soap suds from her lithe filly body, giving her pettings and affectionate mumbles only she could hear while you began to rinse her off
>"Huh, there was a cute girl under all that dirt afterall." you stole that line from a movie back home once, and you'd be damned if it didn't apply here
>you used your fingertip and scraped small furrows into the skin beneath the pelt, rolling tips over the ridges of her spine and down the side of her left flank, all the way to hoof
>she probably thought it was something sexual, else she wouldn't be so...excited looking at the moment, but it was only to make sure you'd rinsed her properly and that no soap was hiding in her pelt

>you resoaped her mane again, making sure to rub her ears with both hands, using thumb and forefinger to give them gentle kneading
>didn't complain once when you scrubbed her neck and head, her flanks and hips swishing in tune with the side you were scrubbing on
>arm under her chest, arm under her belly, you lifted her out and began to scrub her dry with a big, fluffy, adult horse sized towel, and it was at this point you gave her a 'cuddle dry'
>the process of drip drying was just sitting there until the water fell off and evaporated from your body
>this was where you sat on the ground, opened the towel, and invited her to snuggle while you dried her off
>she hopped into the warm embrace eagerly, yawning on your shoulder, her head resting upon it, shifting to plant herself directly on your groin while you wrapped the rest of her body with your arms and rubbed the moisture from her coat
>all except one part of her body, but thankfully there was a towel covering your lap to absorb that too
>you carried her to her room since she was at least 80% dry at that point, and planted her in her bed under the covers, she didn't move at first, and that was a good sign while you hung up the towel and cleaned up the mess in the bathroom
>you sat on the sofa, and it wasn't five minutes after you leaned your head back for a snooze that you felt the unmistakeable weight of a filly invading your couch space and planting her head on your lap
>young horses needed lots of attention from their parents, and since they were gone, it was up to you
>"Anon will you....pet me? and and....do that thing on my back with your fingerhooves," the mistake was common enough, they didn't really have a name for fingernails and you stopped trying to correct them long ago
>"Sure kiddo, whatever ya like,"
>"Whaaaatever I-"
>"No." you cut her off, scritching her spine from tail to back of neck with your left hand while the right stroked her muzzle, top of head, and ruffled her ears

>It didn't take long for Floor to fall asleep, and not much longer for you after you heard her quietly snoring in your lap
>your eyes shot open when you heard the door open
>surprisingly, this was not an uncompromising position for you. fillies and foals needed lots of attention and it was obvious you were giving her some in absence of her parents
>Floor didn't move, so deep and lost in slumber as she was
>"So, how did it go anon?" her father whispered conspiratorily
>"Couldn't have gone better. She's a fighter, this one, but, she's still just a filly, afterall." you said, continuing to scratch her head in the dawnlight
>"Oh my goodness, is -that- our little Floor?" her mother practically squealed like her daughter did, "Oh gosh, I'm so happy. She won't even take a bath when -we- ask her......it's so nice have our sweet, fresh smelling girl back again. I forgot her soft her mane is." her mother stroked her head gently with a hoofed leg, being extra careful not to wake her. "We heard you were the best at this sorta thing, foalwatching, sillysitting, unruly children washing....we honestly didn't believe it, but, so many of our friends recommended we try it, since we were at wit's end with her. Oh thank you Mr. Anon, thank you so much." her praise made you blush, and you scratched your head a little
>"Well, I appreciate the praise. She's a sweet lil thing. If you need me again, you know how to get ahold of me. Now then, i'll be on my way. Somewhere out there is a dirty ass child that refuses to bathe and whose parents need my help."
>"Celestia Bless you anon," the happy parents cried, waving you off as you walked off into the dawnlight as their own personal hero of the day.