Canine Complications

Bathroom Trouble (Shower Shenanigans)

After going inside and finding Fluttershy (to solve the communication issue) it was decided that Twilight would spend the night at the Acres to avoid scarring Fluttershy's animals back at the cottage.

Twilight asked if she could just go back to the library, but Fluttershy was adamant that until the effects of the wolf-ifying spell were understood, or at least had been more explored, Twilight should remain in the care of another pony. Twilight raised a concern over who would care for Spike, but Fluttershy informed her that after AJ knocked her out, (Applejack apologized profusely for that again) Rarity had gone to check the library and had taken Spike to her boutique.

With her concerns for Spike removed, Twilight had happily accepted Applejack's offer but was a little concerned about sleeping arrangements.

"Twilight wants to know where she's going to sleep." Fluttershy translated from Twilight's barks and whines.

"Well, we don't have any spare rooms at the moment but I see no reason why you can't just stay in my bed with me." Applejack responded happily before suddenly taking on a threatening air, "As long as you don't have a sleep song... You don't do you?"

A quick eye raise from the wolf resolves that question.

"Well, ok then, I was just about in bed myself before I heard Bloom's screaming, so I'm gonna hit the sack. If ya want a shower, ya know where it is. I assume ya can handle yourself in there?"

Another "are you serious?" eye raise from Twilight and Applejack headed up to bed. Fluttershy decided that this was her time to leave, and departed for her own bed.

Twilight was quite excited to take a relaxing shower after her crazy day. She actually would have preferred a bath, but as much as she wanted to feel clean, her tiredness quickly overrode her thoughts of an hour-long soak in the tub.

The shower was an enjoyable experience given the hectic day. As she stood in the shower she let her mind wander.

Manipulating the controls with her magic was easy enough, but how did Applejack (or any earth pony for that matter) manipulate those darn knobs with wet hooves? She had never really thought about it before, but she decided to ask Applejack about it sometime.

...ok, seriously, how did she do it!

Twilight tried (and failed) to operate the knob with her paw.

Maybe she uses her mouth?

As Twilight pondered the sanitary concerns of sharing a bathroom that earth ponies must face, she used her magic to turn the water off, deciding against trying to turn the knobs with her new (exponentially sharper) teeth.

As she stood there dropping she realized a new problem: She had no towel.

She would just go and get one, but she didn't want to go on a scavenger hunt for towels while dripping all around the Apple home. She considered calling to Applejack, but she was likely already asleep, and waking AJ up for her own forgetfulness was something she wanted to avoid.

"Well, here goes nothing!" Twilight said, spreading her legs for balance in the slippery tub.

She shook.

She shook every part of herself just as she knew canines did... and it felt good! lt provided an instinctual joy for the new wolf. As the bliss of the shake overtook her, she subconsciously realized that her tongue was hanging out too, but she didn't care: there was shaking to be done!

It was an odd experience, but while she was doing it she didn't want to stop, and when she finally did she really wanted to do it again despite being dry, so she did anyway. She shook and shook, but all good things must come to an end.

When her little session was done, she pulled the curtain and stepped out. ...and fell on her face.

Although she had kept the curtain closed, some water had apparently still managed to escape the shower, making the floor slick.

Looking around she noticed that the splash damage was not limited to the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling were soaked.

Twilight gaped at the condition of the room, it was as if Rainbow dash had let a thundercloud explode inside AJ's bathroom.

Twilight face pawed again. She had forgotten the fundamental flaw of canine's primary method of water removal: they dry themselves at the cost of the area around them.

Beginning to panic, her original fear of tracking water around seemed moot. Anyway, now that she was relatively dry, she did not have to fear tracking water around the rest of the home; her hunt for towels could travel where it may. After a frantic dig through the cabinets under the sink came up empty, she decided that the laundry room was the next most reasonable place to have towels. She sprinted down stairs as quickly as she could.

The laundry room was nice and welcome sight, containing seemingly every towel this side of Appaloosa. She grabbed every towel she could and returned to the soaking wet bathroom.

She manipulated some to the ceiling and some to the floor, dropping saturated towels into the tub and pulling dry ones out of the pile to take their places.

She worked furiously wiping down the walls and eventually the floor.

She gave a final check to the whole room, leaving the towels in the tub to drain, she made a mental note to clean them up when she woke up.

She walked back down the hall back to Applejack's room. She had been quite exhausted before her shower, and now that the adrenaline had worn off she was about to pass out.

She wandered into the darkness of Applejack's room only semi-conscious, finding the first comfy surface and curling up on it.

She didn't even notice the small quivering form she wrapped herself around.