Now that the tub was adequately full of water, you call out for the earth colt. "Sugar!"

A shy, white pony with a two-shades-pink mane and all-pink tail opens the door to see what he was called for. As he turned his head, you notice that his left eye seemed different than the other: the pupil was green, indicating that it was dead and blind. You pitied the poor colt for having to deal with only half vision, but after further analysis of him you could see the eye wasn't the only thing worthy of pity. With a snow white coat, pink hair with a pink bow and a muzzle that resembled a filly's, you just knew that he was going to have a tough life.

Sugarette walked over to you in a very shy manner. He had just met you not too long ago, and would take some getting used to. He stops before you and then looks over to the bath and realizes what was to come. He accepts his fate by taking off his small bow and tries to jump into the tub himself. He misses, due to the tub's towering height over him. You assist him from where he hangs over the edge,and he squirms in your grip. When he's finally in, he softly hits you to show his disapproval of your actions.

Ignoring the blow of foalish rebellion, you grab the shampoo next to you and squirt some into your palm. Sugarette instantly backs off at the sight of the product. You slightly sigh and show the illiterate colt the label. "It's all-natural. No chemicals," you explain, remembering a tip you heard about how he disliked chemicals. Sugarette looks quizzically at the bottle for a few more seconds before moving back towards you with a skeptical but trusting mood.

You begin the bath by bringing your soap-filled hand to the feminine-like colt and lathering the "all-natural" gel through Sugar's pink mane. Sugarette fidgets around at the feeling of a stranger handling his hair, so much that you are unable to thoroughly get in between each lock. "Sugar, please stay still," you ask kindly. Sugarette stops for a bit, but when you continue lathering he starts up again. "Sugar..." you warn. Sugar doesn't heed the warning though, and is now beginning to not only back away, but push you away. "Sugar!" you say impatiently to the colt, stopping him cold in his tracks.

Sugarette then looks down guiltily and starts to tear up. You heart sinks, and you move to comfort the earth colt. "Sugar, I'm sorry," you start, now much quieter than before. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just, impatient, that's all." Sugarette looks up at you and wipes a tear off his cheek, giving you a chance to fully make him feel better. "Look, I'm a friend," you explain while wiping his other cheek gingerly. "Just let me finish my job and everything will be fine." Sugarette nods in approval and let's you finish the task uninterrupted, which takes in all about am minute due to the colt's filly-like long hair.

Now it was time for the rinsing. You dip two cupped hands in the water and quickly pull them back on contact with a yelp. The water was bone cold! You know Sugarette liked cold water, which explains why you never turned the hot knob, but you never expected it to be this cold! You look at the content earth colt sitting in the arctic water and stare at him with shock. "How are you not frozen?" you ask with pure wonder. Sugarette giggles a bit at your shock, making you realize that, thankfully, he had become more comfortable with you.

Ignoring the pain for the sake of finishing your job, you dip your hands back in the water and quickly pour the water over Sugarette's head. Sugar flinches slightly at first contact with the water, but gets used to it after the second time. His mane takes about seven rinses, again due to the hair's length.

You lift up the colt's flank and sweetly ask him to keep it there. He cooperates, fully used to your presence, and you thank him. Grabbing the organic hair soap next to you, you squirt another handful and begin the cleaning process on his tail. The tail is also the same length as a normal filly's, so this takes you just as long as it took you to clean his mane, minus the fidgeting.

And now it was time for the second and, thankfully, final time you have to submerge your hands in the chilly water in order to rinse his tail. You move a bit quicker this time in hopes of getting the painful task over faster. Your hopes are met, and even though it took around thirty seconds last time, it now took half that. Satisfied with your work, you decide that now bathtime was over.

Reaching one last time for a few seconds into the water, you yank the plug and pull your hand straight out. You then turn to Sugarette, who is holding out his hooves to you. You smile at the true realization that now you were fully friends, you lift him up high and place him softly on the ground. You then reach over to the towel next to you, making Sugar look at you questioningly. You then realize that the towel was to his left, and so he couldn't see what you were grabbing. He shies back a bit before you bring the towel over to his right, showing him it wasn't a weapon you were grabbing. He sighs at the sight and walks closer to you so you may dry him off.

You start off by slowly rubbing the cloth over the colt's head, speeding up slightly so you didn't startle the introversal pony. He doesn't mind your motions, and gladly lets you finish his mane, then his tail, and finally his torso and hooves.

Now that all was set and done, you put the towel away and dismiss the little colt. He puts on his bow automatically and walked towards the door. When he reached the threshold, though, he stopped and turned his head to you. Apparently, the once-shy colt was now waiting for his new friend to follow! Taking his hint, you walk over to the door and lead the way to whatever fun activity you were doing next.