Home's Where the Shower Is [PTFG]


                                            >Ah, home at last

                                            >Been camping with the family

                                            >Just the four of you, your brother, your father, and your best friend

                                            >It was a lot of fun

                                            >Fishing, swimming, the works

                                            >No campfires, though. Even with the incident, fire laws still applied

                                            >Bullshit, we're all cute cuddly ponies now, what's a little fire in a fire pit?

                                            >While you internally question the government, you levitate your bags into the garage

                                            >That's right you said levitate

                                            >While your brother and dad can fly, you got the better end of the stick with magic

                                            >The only thing left to do was to take a long and relaxing shower

                                            >"C'mon Aether, can you grab my bags too?" Gale Force whines at you

                                            "Hell no, should've thought of that before bringing all that shit with you"

                                            >Ignoring your brother's pleas for assistance, you head to the bathroom

                                            >You could've been nice, it is a lot easier for you to do

                                            >Buuuuuut that's your brother, and that's just what you have to do

                                            >Walk in, shut and lock the door, and turn on that sweet sweet stream of warm water

                                            >Almost immediately, you feel the collected dust of camp start to rid itself from your coat

                                            >It's refreshing like no other feeling, cleansing your body and your soul

                                            >Grabbing the shampoo, you start to work it into your mane and tail

                                            >This was only a quarter as good when you had hands

                                            >Soon you are a lathery, soapy sudsy horse on the verge of passing out from sheer relaxation

                                            >You stand there for a good while, enjoying the feeling of the warm water cascading over you until you collect yourself enough to rinse off and turn off the shower

                                            >You step out, and shake yourself dry

                                            >A slow sway in your step, you walk past Gale carrying his fourth bag though the house

                                            >Hehe, you didn't even need all those clothes, idiot

                                            >You walk up the stairs, and into your room

                                            >Almost to bed - dreamtown is the place for a sleepy mare like you

                                            >You jump up next to your favorite gray fuzzball of a cat, and you don't even notice when unconsciousness takes you