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>Anon sat back beside the bath, securing the brush to his hoof, and for a moment Anonmare had her friend again, not the sappy stallion casting her furtive glances.
>"Like this. This is new."
"..Right now? Yeah. It's.. different, having you here for a change."
>She turned again and leaned forward against the opposite side of the tub, trying to present her back to him, vaguely aware that she was making herself vulnerable.
>No seriously what the fuck are you doing. Has the heat turned your brain to mush or what? What is this??
>Anonmare narrowed her eyes and waited, listening to the gentle slosh of water stirred by her movement.
>When she felt the brush pressed against her spine, slowly gliding up, around to the right, around to the left, slow deliberate motions- she blinked.
"O-Oh fuck. That-"
>It kept going, he was careful, gentle, bringing the brush along her back, first on one side, then the other.
>Whenever he reached her withers he pressed just a little harder, easing the brush along her shoulders and around her sides.
"Ohhhh buddy.. I've been missing out, why didn't we do this sooner.."
>There was a nervous laugh from behind her.
>"Well it's a little bit.. intimate.. isn't it?"
"I guess. It doesn't HAVE to be, you know. But. Whatever. Keep going."
>The traitorous voice in her head was silenced, rendered speechless, at least for a moment.
>You're enjoying this. I can't believe you're ENJOYING this.
>Anonmare grinned just a little, watching the lamp and candlelight reflect off the tiles in front of her. Get wrecked piece of shit, I'll do what I want.
>"Hey Nonny? Do you think wet mares are.. attractive?"
>She was snapped out of her weird elation by the sudden question. He was asking her something normal, that was a relief.
"Well yeah, definitely. A wet mare is kind of a classy taste honestly. Whether they're looking at you wistfully from the pool, or smiling in the rain with their mane hanging down..."
"Just imagine them coming in out of a storm, drenched, apologetic for dripping all over your floor, asking you to help them dry off... fucking unf. What about you? Do you like wet... oh."
>Her cheeks were burning. How was she this fucking slow. At least he couldn't see her face.
>"I um, yeah, I like them a lot too."
"Uh-huh. I see what you did there Anon. Very funny."
>There was a choked giggle from behind her and the brushing stopped. He was actually fucking with her. She couldn't help but chuckle back just a little.
"Haha.. okay, fine. I get it.."
>"I just wanted you to see things from my perspective for a second. You've been pretty nonchalant about this, I don't know if you REALLY get it."
