Soft Love

Chapter 1 (Part 2)

Soon enough you were stepping in to the hallway of your little wooden house. You don't waste much time with getting your little dripping package up to the bathroom. Setting her down in the bathtub, before taking off her soaking scarf and fluffy winter hat.

"You don't need any help with the shower do you?" You ask before realizing the daunting look on her face while she looks around the tub for the nubs.

"Mm... please?" She whimpers, looking a little helpless.

You smile a little bit and chuckle, standing up and removing your coat and scarf, placing them on the sink.

"Guess things here are a bit tall." You smile and role up your shirt arms. Turning on the shower head and feeling out the warmth of the water before bringing it down to her. Washing off any left over snow and dirt in her coat and mane, though you suspected to get her clean you'd have to employ a good amount of soap.

As the water hit the little filly she let out a small gasp and a girlish moan, relaxing visibly from the warm water washing over her little body.

"T-That feels nice..." She whispers mostly to herself as she closed her eyes.

You can't contain your smile as you readied some soap in your hand, the lavender smell filling the air. Gently placing it on her back she tensed up as your hand touched her.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop. Okay?" You tell her, wanting to give her the option of her own privacy is she should so chose.

"N-No it's fine... I'm just not used to being touched so... softly..." She mutters with a deep blush, looking down.

"Okay, but just let me know if you're uncomfortable." The bashful way she acted just made her all the more adorable. Though it was clear that her self confidence and self esteem.... It wasn't where it should be for such an adorable and pretty young pony.

You put down the shower head and softly start to rub the soap in to her coat, starting at the middle of her back and going upwards to her shoulders and down her front legs. She squirmed every now and then, and her blush never seeming to leave her face, but she didn't say a word, and ever now and then, her throat would let out a little croon.

You moved from her front legs to her chest, her soft coat feeling like silk on your hands, sending small tingles of pleasure from your hands as the tactile experience of washing her was more then a bit pleasant. Moving backwards to her belly she let out an other gasp and squirmed a bit in place. You stopped your hands in case she wanted you to refrain from that area, but no words left her. In fact, as she looked up at you, her eyes meekly told you to continue.

And so your did, softly rubbing the soft stomach of this thin little filly, enticing a few more gasps and coos from the little pony. You just start to realize that the sounds this little pony was making could be interpreted as somewhat... lewd. But you throw that idea out of your head almost as quickly as it came, though it did cause a minor reaction. She was just a filly after all.

Yours hands slide from her belly to the lower parts of her underside, the warm water masking the heat her body had started to generate in that general region. Though you didn't push your luck, keeping a respectable distance from any intimate areas as you simply wash the little filly, your main goal to get dirt and grime out of her fine white coat.

Satisfied that her underside is sufficiently clean, you return your hands to her back, moving backwards on to her lower back and haunches. You hadn't realized it because of her general size and the fact that you'd not gotten a really good look at her, but she was somewhat shapely, proportionately filled out.