Discription: Anon was not expecting the range of services available at the Rainboom's charity carwash. He was surprised. You will be surprised. The girls will have been surprised.

(Unsurprisingly, Everyone in the story is 18 or older.)

You are Anon, in your early 20's. You work as a morning librarian at the Canterlot County Library, and while it's not terribly glamorous, it pays the bills and surrounds you with books. If only you didn't have to deal with parents who thought it was a daycare. Two o'clock couldn't have come soon enough. As you drive home today, you feel rather frustrated and restless. It's the sort of mood that makes you buy novelty ice cream, or maybe stop by the CD Exchange to browse the bargain shelves. Truly, you live a wild and reckless life. But along the way home, you notice a sign.

"Charity Carwash: $10 --"

Might as well help them out, or at least see what the charity is for. You follow the arrow behind the failing grocery store, to the loading area near the wooded lot. As you slowly turn the corner, you see seven girls in their swimsuits, fiddling with sponges and a hose. When they see you, they jolt to attention, and the blue one runs to turn on the hose. You feel a little hot under the collar, seeing the teenagers in such skimpy clothing. You are startled by a tapping at the passenger window. You roll down the window for a smiling, orange girl with wavy red hair. And an impressive pair of-

"Welcome to our charity car wash, only ten dollars. How about it, handsome?"

You struggle to meet her eyes, even as she braces her arms against the roof of your car, leaving her black bikini top to hold back two-

"Say, what charity this is for? The, uh, sign didn't mention it."

She shifts slightly, pointing toward a white girl with purple hair, wearing a light blue bikini with ruffles.

"My friend Rarity there has designed a very cheap, very sturdy and warm coat. If we get enough capital, we can potentially keep all the homeless in town warm this winter. If we're lucky, that'll get us enough attention to turn it into a full fledged charity organization, maybe get some backing from the textile industry."

You raise your eyebrows. That's pretty ambitious. Rarity gives you a hopeful smile, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You turn your attention back to the bre- the girl in your window.

"Sure thing, just a moment."

You shift and pull out your wallet. As you grab a ten-dollar bill, you pause. For a car wash, this is pretty out of the way. You pluck out a fiver as well, and hand both bills to the girl. She grins at your generosity, tucking the bills into her bikini top.

"Thanks a lot, Mister. Come along this way."

You jerk your eyes away from her bust, but it's too late. You can hear her giggle as she waves you forward to where the other girls are set up. You park and start to roll up the window. As the girls approach, you don't know where to put your eyes. There's a lot of swaying, glistening skin. The greeter jogs over, jiggling shamelessly. She puts her hand on top of the window, before you roll it up completely.

"Hey, I know it can be a little awkward, just sitting there, watching....