A Bath Would be Great Right Now

Feeling more like yourself you pick up the three goblins and drape them on your broad shoulders their weight feels like nothing to you as you start making your way towards the old fountain. It takes you a little bit to remember your way there but before long you see it, the fountain still looks to be in working order and the water still looks clean. It’s been a while since you’ve been here this used to be the place the old matriarch would give milk to the slimes so they wouldn’t try to steal from the holstaurs. While you look over the fountain you decide just to throw the goblins into the fountain to check to see if anything jumps out, You see the goblins flounder a bit but nothing happens satisfied you decide to wash off the weeks of sweat, grime, and cum from the fight and ceaseless walking.

Exhausted you splash inside the fountain lying flat on your back you soak there for a while before you get up and decide to look yourself over. Washing out your hair and face you realize a couple of things, One Your red hair which used to be a long braid that went all the way down to your back is nothing more then a messy Bob cut, Second you got a large cut on your nose, and third worst of all your black horns you spent so many hours on with white carvings of your tribe are in total disarray the lines are totally fucked up you’re gonna have to shave them down and start from scratch Just another thing that bitch stole from me. Finishing washing off your face you moved onto your back you have two puncture wounds on your back one right behind your right shoulder and the other is to the left of the middle on your lower back they seem to be healing nicely but they still have a angry red tent to them that’s really offset by your cinnamon colored skin. On your front you have a bruise running down the left side of your stomach And your tits hurt like hell the manticore pulled on them like crazy during that whole ordeal, “Man I hope they don’t go down I mean I know I’m an E but that’s laughable compared to my sisters.” After thoroughly washing your upper body you finally move on to your legs, standing up you give them both a complete once over she gave you so many scrapes and cuts on your legs it was ridiculous The crimson fur from your hips all the way down to your hooves are completely matted, during the fight the manticore stayed low to the ground with strafing runs where she scratched you’re calfs while trying to get behind you and she’d keep using that tell of hers to trip you up so by the end of the fight your legs that look like two red oak trees felt like nothing more than wet noodles and even after that the hours upon hours of ceaseless fucking afterwords made you think You would never walk again But somehow you made it out there only for you to have to walk for miles just to make sure she stayed away. Needless to say Your legs felt like shit but hey that shows your minotaurian stamina if nothing else but who knows how long is gonna take you to wash all that cum out of you’re fur.