“Dash, I’m not handicapped or anything.” You get no response. Dang she really overestimated your injuries. Then again those hooves were hard as rocks. You stop by your dresser on the way to the bathroom and pick out a change of clothes. The sound of running water draws you to the shower. You enter the room and drop your clothes on the ground. Dash is leaning into the tub with one fore hoof in the water.  Her rear end is sticking up and her tail is swishing side to side…almost enough to catch a glimpse of what it covered.