Lets get cleaned up.

Technically speaking, in terms of 'business before pleasure', I should head to the Wet Wench first to see about the work she has. But, I just spent a week straight on a ship coming here, and the cleaning facilities on most sailing vessels are pretty shoddy at best. I don't think it would be a good idea to march in there reeking like three-day-old fish, so I should probably hit up the bathhouse next. After giving the carriage driver the destination, we set out, with him again pointing out different shops and places I might be interested in checking out, as well as some about the history of the city.

After a little while, we get to the Springs, and I'm impressed already. The building is massive, with visible steam constantly rising from openings near the top of the building. It also looks fairly popular, with a decent number of people coming and going.

I make my way into the main doors, and sitting behind a low desk is a young woman. She looks human, but there is an otherworldly quality to her beauty, making me think there is more to her. She looks up at me as I walk in, "Hello, and welcome to the Crystal Springs! What kind of service would you like today?"

I walk up to the desk, "Well, I was told to ask for the royal service, what all does that entail?"

She smiles, and I nearly get blinded by how stunning she is. It occurs to me that she's probably a nymph. She explains, "The royal treatment is our most popular option! For a half galleon per bather, you and up to four companions are given usage of one of our private bathing chambers, your choice of scented oils, your current clothes laundered, and your choice of personal bather who will rub, scrub, and pamper you in any way you desire," she gives a playful wink at that.

I tell her I'll go ahead and take that, and hand her a gold coin. She returns a few silvers to me, pulls a bell pull rope, and leads me into a large room with a handful of curtained sections along one wall. "Our changing rooms. Please place your clothes into the box by the door," she motions to it, "if you are concerned about modesty, the curtained areas each have a handful of bathing clothes in different sizes. When you are ready, follow after me," and she walks through another curtained area.

I've never been too concerned about my own modesty, I figure if people want to look, then let 'em. So I just go ahead and strip down, leaving my tunic and breeches in the box she indicated, along with my sword and purse. Then I walk through after the attendant, to see her waiting for me with a pleasant smile on her face. and about 5 people standing behind her, all wearing a simple white tunic except one, who was nude

She gives me a quick once-over, and tells me that these are the bathers they have available at the moment, and to pick the one I prefer. There's a burly looking male orc who is trying to smile in a non-threatening manner, though his tusks make that a difficult task. Then a female catfolk, with her tail swishing slowly behind her, a human woman with blond, curly hair, a lean and toned male elf, but it's the last one who really catches my eye. I've never seen anything like it, it looks like a woman made of some sort of slime, or ooze.

I pick her, and the nymph has her lead me to one of the bathing rooms.

The room she leads me to has a large tub set into the floor with steaming water in it, and the girl motions to it. I climb in, and she asks with an oddly melodious voice, "What...oils? Me....get," I think for a second, and ask for lavender and jasmin. She nods, and slides out of the room. I notice that, while her form does have legs that move when she does, her feet never actually leave the ground.

She comes back a few minutes later with a couple of small bottles, and adds a little bit of each to the bath water. She then starts working on washing me. I ask "Are you allowed to talk with your patrons?" She smiles, and nods, so I continue, "I've never seen, or heard of, anything like you before. What are you?"

She answers "Goo...girl. Not...many of...us."

I find myself curious, and ask "Why not? Did something happen?" She shakes her head, then hesitates, as if unsure of something. "Is something wrong? Are you not supposed to say?"

She shakes her head, then looks at me a little sadly, "No, just...words hard."

I nod understandingly, and tell her she can take her time, if she wants to share. I'm not really in any hurry. She continues to wash me, as she talks, explaining "Long...ago, there was...mage. He...want ooze...the way most...want women." Now that's an awkward mental image, as the first thing to pop into my head was some guy trying to stick his dick in a gelatinous cube, which would not end well for him.

Apparently the mage knew that, though, as she continued "But ooze...dan-ger-ous. So mage...work his...magic...to make safe. To make look...like woman. Took long time...but made first...goo girl."

I look at her as she is washing my chest and stomach. "What happened to him?"

She shrugs, "Time...pass, he...die. Goo girls...on own. Went out...to world. Try live life. Some-times...easy. Others not." She looks at me, "Life here...easy. Good. Me happy."

I smile at her, as she works at my legs, "Thank you for sharing. Is there anything you would like from me in return?" She looks at me, a little nervous, and slowly nods. "What?"

"You...feed?" I'm not sure what she means, so she tries to explain. "To make...safe...mage make...so goo girls...no eat...solids. Need liquid...but must...be of life." I'm still a little confused, until she wraps her hand around my junk. Understanding what she means, I nod, and she slides on top of me, engulfing my front half inside of her, though she stays away from my head.

I've never felt anything quite like this, it's as though my entire front half is being licked and squeezed all at the same time. She's also warmer than I expected. Unsure of what to do, I let her take over, as she slides over me, the prickly, licking/squeezing sensation going over my entire body, but focusing mostly on my cock. I look at her, and she just smiles at me, picking up the intensity.

Normally I have a decent amount of stamina in this area, but against this new, and wholly unique onslaught, I don't last long. My head leans back and my hips thrust forward involuntarily as I can feel myself burst within her. I can feel her substance squeezing my cock after it does, milking out every last drop she can get.

I sit there, breathing a little heavily, while she slides back off of me and climbs out of the water. She looks at me, a very happy expression on her face, and pats her stomach. "Thank...you. Tasty." I nod acknowledgement to her, and climb out of the water myself. She gets back to her job as a bather and starts to dry me off.