Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

...where ya shite... repeated her murmuring and pouting her lips, with his words the young mare's ears twitched Ahh... the latrine! exclaimed her, thinking of the pots in the ground her tribe digged or the simple seats near the most runny strands of the river, but to have a pot inside your home... your room like that, that was an unthinkable luxury for her kind, but the thought that maybe that seemingly luxurious bath-tub was instead a sort of latrine... made her fear to say farewell to her dreams of getthing a bath before the very beginning of the quest. Nana remained still, following the man with her eyes until he sat over the bed, there, she saw the body of the warrior to sink for what seemed inches of softness with a soft swift of the filling material, immediately, she felt almost the need to jump over that tamed and frilled cloud and feel its softness. Crossing her arms under her ample bust, the mare listened with attenction to what the experienced adventurer had to say, nodding and mumbling, as she tried to remember if she had noticed a shop that would sell such items on the way to the inn, simply confirming his suggestion to bear in mind that little thing before they leave the safe town and be in a forest or along a dusty road without a single blanket or camping utensils. Nope, that would not be nice. thought her, imagining to use her green tunic as blanket, staining it with dirt and mud... Seeing the man to yawn and proceeding to unfasten his boots, she took the chance to use the object of her temptation since she noticed it the in-room bathing river ignoring the common term bath tub . Well... since you are going to sleep and not going to use the water room, i'll try that indoor river said her with a giggle turning on her hooves, making her brown tail and mane to wave in the warm air of the room and, before disappearing into the candle-lit room, moved the curtain so that she could have a bit of privacy for herself. The Indoor river With the dirty imageries of the inn replaced by curiosity, Nana approached the wood and iron pit in the center of the room, large enough to contain two humans in amorous interactions, her eyes wandered on the smoothly riveted surfaces, making it free from thorns, spikes or any other harmful and unpleasant remaining of its crafting. Nearby the bigger pit, she spotted a barrel that, at the touch, appeared containing warm water. Checking the curtain one last time and making sure that the man would not see a thing if not the tip of her hooves thumping and clicking on the floor, the mare started to undress. At first, the thin green tunic-dress that covered her, best described as two big aprons sitched together, lost its tight-fitting appearance with a snap of two knots on her sides, that allowed her to feel less constrained on her still soup-stuffed belly. With care, she removed it from the neck and tossed it to a nearby stool. The second layer of clothing she choose to wear consisted in an anonymous dull-gray one-piece bra and a pair of shorts that tightly yet comfortably molded her geneours bottom, feeling and acting as a second-skin, smoothing even more the round bubbles of her ass. Almost with uncertainess, uncertainess immediately washed away by the thought of a warm bath in that new marvel, she bent her arms on her back, grabbing the bra on her back and pulling it upward, making particular care not to end entangled in an intricate knot made of her hands, her mane and the rather elastic material of the bra. With a sigh of pleasure immediately sucked by her locked mouth, the mare took a deep breath, feeling her unrestrained breasts to feel the open air after so long, remembering their weight without the tightness of an holding harness. Immediately after, her fingers moved to the upper hem of the shorts-pants she wore, bending forward and kneeling, smoothly falling over her soft coat. Now nude and in front of that mysterious tub, Nana leaned closer to the riveted rim and, making particular attenciton not to slip, moved her smooth legs over the edges, until she sat into the tin, feeling a cold shiver running from her bottom as it touched the empty floor. Puzzled, she searched for a way to fill the tub with the nearby warm water source, until a brass cog near a pipe was noticed and, after an unsuccessful pull and an equally unsuccesful push, a simple turn allowed the water to leak and pool into the tub, causing a surprised sqeak from the filly. As the warm water pooled and started to raise, she felt its warmth to touch her legs and bottom ...ooohhh.... sighed her in marvel as it pooled more and more, now making a clear splashing sound. Soon the filling-keg stopped leaking its warm waters causing the mare to cock her head in curiosity at the seemingly self-aware item with a shrug, she made her bottom slip further into the tub, feeling the warm water to touch her neck and chin, emitting a low and pleasured moan. Opening her eyes, Nana spotted a pink, squared brick nearby with pouted lips, she grabbed that curious building tool but as soon as her water-filled fingers grabbed it, it squished away from her grasp YIKES!, yelped her as the strange brick splashed into the tub. Her hands immediately went to the search of that curious pink thing in the waters, puzzled and equally amazed at that strange thing, smiling with pride when, finally, she managed to hold it tightly in her hands bringing it to the surface. It was simply a pinkish brick, seemingly made of the same material candles are made but... is that... rose scent? thought her as she sniffed it, feeling a dense, powerful rose and flowered scent filling her nostrils. what's that thing about? thought her as she was about to place that thing at its original place, but as she passed it from an hand to the other, her eyes noticed a thin layer of... bubbles? what the... bubbles that thickened and multiplied as she stroked the brick in her palms, also feeling a sense of cleaniness and softness in her hands oh! with a smile, she passed the brick on her arm, witnessing the same bubbles to dance over her brown coat... THERE IS A BRICK THAT SMELLS LIKE FLOWERS AND CLEANS THE COAT! said her loudly, sharing her discovery with the adventurer in the nearby, acting like a child rather than an adult in an adult-fun inn.