Thread: Unfolding legends (Sharub x Bravocherry)

Nana's ears perked up as she discovered that that little brick of scented substance, that she would rather mistake for being a piece of cheese, is the actual Sp she always heard of, but never managed to have one in her hands. Don't worry, don't worry, there's nothing that... replied her, still, the piece of soap slipped from her hands and splashed on the water, again. After she managed to get her hands on the slippery thing, the filly spent few minutes solely by passing the smooth surface of the soap over her brown coat, looking at the magic born of bubbles trough her hairs and the smell of flowers that seemed to be trapped with a curse within the whiteish cube Alchemy. Of course thought her one last time. She remained in the room-river until the water started to cool off and, before getting colder, she brushed her long man, sighing at the feeling of the delicate sound emitted by the foam that so gently crackled and popped near her ears once satisfied, she closed her big brown eyes and and her nostrils and slid her bottom forward, allowing all of her body to be cuddled by the still warm waters. Standing up with a gasp, Nana took a deep breath, feeling the water to fall from her shapes in streams and droplets. Passing her hands from her forehead, she combed her long mane backward and delicately wringed it, same for her long tail with care and balance, she bent over the rim of the tin she bathed into and, stretching her arm, grabbed a white towel that lied, perfectly folded, nearby. Opening it, she spotted the usual patter of decorative hearts and, with a smile, she rinsed her still dripping coat. Feeling a deep sense of cleaniness, the mare yawned and scratched her eyes It has been a long day nonetheless, we should sleep soon tought her while passing the towel trough her damp mane. Tossing it where she found it, she grabbed her shortspanties and, hoof after hoof, pulled them up to her loins, with a little bit of friction as she was still moist still, with a sigh, she managed to pull them up and cover the orbs of her shapely bottom, careful to move away the long hairs of her tail. Same difficulties went for her bra, that folded itself over the line of her chest, making her fear it knotted in a some way but a stronger tug allowed the cloth to fall over her pink nipples, protruding from the soft coat of her chest, and then to the softness of her underbust line. Passing her hands to cup her breasts and bottom, making sure it was adjusted and well-fit, she walked back to the bedroom. That thing was amazing! Have you ever.... Nana started to say even before she was in the bedroom, but as she was going to just jump over the cloudy bed, she noticed that Bran have got rid of all of his clothes and was now standing there. Before she even had the reflex to turn her gaze away, she couldn't but notice how his body was a living proof of his might as only good warriors carries scars. Bad warriors... dies. In that brief instant, her eyes spotted heavy wounds that still echoed of roars and the clanking of swords. But when she noticed his strong bum, she actually realized it and covered her eyes with an hand and turned her head away S-Sorry! Sorry! I... i should have warned my comin' from the warm river...