Get cleaned up

Hilda scrunched up her nose as she followed behind her naked stinking daughter. The longer she followed, the harder it was to ignore how putrid her daughter's smell had become after her long two days outside, without clothes, and slowly losing her sexual inhibitions. A part of her was glad Tina was growing more independent and confident, but she wished it didn't have to come with her traipsing around a peasant village in the buff.

"Well, I think that went well," Tina said, smiling ear-to-ear, "but I'm pretty beat. I'd like to actually get some real sleep tonight, no offense, sweet pea." L'Abbee just shrugged, making no attempt to hide his exhaustion.

"Sweetheart," Hilda ventured, looking around nervously to make sure no one was around to see them, "Maybe we should think about getting ourselves a bath, first."

"I'm not a child, mother. I can bathe myself."

"I know, sweetie, but I'm just saying, we've been outside for almost a full day, now, and I'm feeling a bit gross." She avoided directly stating that Tina was looking rather gross, herself. She wanted her daughter to bathe, and wasn't going to risk the possibility of her not doing so out of petulant rebellion.

Tina thought for a moment before looking down at herself and tentatively sniffing her armpit. Hilda and L'Abbee could see a visible shudder run down her nude body as she tried to stomach her musk. "Y-yeah. I guess we could spare some time to... clean up a b-bit."

"That's all well and good, dear," L'Abbee said, "but the public baths are surely closed this time of night, and we don't have the money for the baths at the inns. Where are we going to find a free place to wash ourselves now?"

Hilda thought for a moment. She'd been in tighter spots before, and one thing she didn't want to do was make this one tighter with any rash decisions. There had to be a way to solve this without causing themselves any new problems. Then her eyes rested on something and she smiled. "Follow me." The derobed knight whispered, sneaking away into the shadows and beckoning her daughter and son-in-law to follow. The two confused lovebirds followed, their bare feet plodding on the ground as they tentatively pursued the naked knight.

Hilda, a devious smile on her face, led the trio to a large barn at the edge of the village. She remembered that the village people had, in the past, been a farming town before the Brandts had come along to revolutionize them. While most of the farmers had moved to trading and finance in the preceding years, there remained some fertile farmland with, to Hilda's delight, some livestock to boot. "This should work. Tina, help me get this door open."

Tina just looked back at her mother, looking like a madwoman trying to open the barn doors, her naked rear cheeks shaking with her effort. "Um, mom. How is this going to get us clean?"

"Don't you know what farms are, Tina?"

"Yeah, dirty places that peasants who can't afford proper beds raise animals and pull food from the ground. How is tha-"

"Think about what animals need. What chores did the servants do when your father and I got you your first pony?"

Tina thought for a moment. "Sir Quenchia? Well, they feed him, took him for runs, and gave him ba... ths." A realization dawned on her. "Oh, no. No no no no no."

"It's the only way, baby."

"Wait, what's going on?" L'Abbee interjected.

"She wants us to take a bath in the pigpen!" Tina yelled indignantly. "Forget it, I'd rather be stinky then sit naked in a tub where cows poop."

"You're going to be naked either way, S'pang-Kee."

"You stay out of this!" Tina stomped her bare foot on the dirt, forgetting in her temper tantrum that she was already about as dirty as she could get. "I'm not going in there, mommy, and that's final."

"Fine, if you want to try to find work tomorrow smelling like a sexed-up animal, don't let me stop you." Hilda beckoned L'Abbee to help her open the barn door.

Tina paused, remembering her state of dress and appearance. Her plan had been to use her feminine wiles to get herself work the next day, but if no one would even speak to her because of how she looked and smelled, she'd never get work. As much as she hated the idea of swimming in animal germs, it wasn't like she could get much dirtier.

Tina ran up to the door and joined her mother in pulling at the door. With the two muscular women working in tandem, the door moved quite easily and the three slipped inside the barn. "Come on, let's get cleaned up already. I want to go to bed." Tina said, wasting no time before running inside.