Cleaning

With a satisfied huff, she stood me to my feet and guided me into her attached bathroom. Turning on the water to heat up, she grabbed a nearby washcloth and cleaned the cum off my face. Tossing that in a hamper near the door, she pulled me under the hot water and we rensed off the cum, sweat and dirt from the day. I was suprised how much she never smelled of wet dog. Probably because she kept her fur much cleaner. She took care of both of us with a skill that said she had done it before. "You've done this before?" I asked.

"Yes."

"How did you lose your voice?" I asked, pointing to my neck.

She ignored the question and finished cleaning us, first rubbing our bodies to get water everywhere, then adding shampoo which which took longer for her and I helped a bit with the harder to reach spots. Feeling her then, I was suprised at just how fit she was. Sometimes you think a furry person would be since and soft, and sure, she had a comforting warmth to her, but, really, her fur wasn't as long as I thought it would be. There was a firmness to her.

She lathered me up with bodywash and rinsed it off. As she rinsed conidtioner out of our hair and fur, she stared into my eyes. After she was done, she shut off the water and quickly gave me a kiss on the lips. Guiding me out of the shower, she dried us both off before leading me back to my room. "Clean. I'm going to make dinner. Don't get dressed. Clean. Be good." she signed and left, that black tail of hers the last thing I saw of her.

I obeyed her, quickly picking up dirty clothes, books, CDs, and whatever I had tossed on the floor over the previous two days since she had cleaned last.