I opened my eyes wide as I noticed the bar of soap, and tried to fight the girl to the end, but alas, she was stronger, so I lost and that awfull thing entered my muzzle. I lowered my ears at the hidious taste and tried to spit it out, but to no avail that was, she was just too strong for me. I crunched up my muzzle and whimpered softly for the duration that the soap was in my muzzle, and tears started to roll down my face as I waited, waited untill that awfull taste would stop assaulting my sense of taste. And finally, after what seemed an eternity, she took the bar out and I closed my muzzle again, the suds and latter still in it. My gaze sought out her eyes and I whimpered, even though all I wanted to ask was a simple thing... swallow or spit it out?