Yes, of course; you have a quest to complete

You give Brighid another loud swat on her flank and say, "Impertinent! Let me consider a moment." You look at Ailis, trying to judge just exactly how she is taking all of this. The last thing you need is to piss her off, but if she is actually game, as weird as that is, you're pretty sure that would pump your submissive Companion's arousal through the roof. Between what you know of her Skills and what you've talked about and experienced with her, she gets off on the embarrassment of being ordered around and sexually dominated, especially in front of others. There are probably limits to that, but she's very nearly begging to be shown off to her mother.

Ailis sees your calculating look and says, "I understand your hesitation, Aidan, but put it out of your mind. As I said, I would like to see how you handle our little spark. Partly out of protectiveness, yes, but I can see how eager she is; you clearly are not going to hurt her. Mostly I would just take some small satisfaction in seeing her come to heel for once in her life. Once she outgrew being an adorable little filly, I lost most of my ability to get her to do what I asked without bribing her with sweets."

You grin at Ailis. "Oh, I still have to bribe her, it's just not sweets she craves any more. Or not just sweets, anyway; I haven't tried that yet." You make your decision and say, "I think I am in need of a bath. Ailis, I would love for you to join us if you can tear yourself away from your reading for a little while longer. I assume the river will not be overly crowded at this time of day?"

Ailis and Brighid shake their heads, and the silver-haired woman agrees, "No, most people bathe at dawn or dusk depending on their preference. I would not expect to see more than a handful of people at the river and there is plenty of space to spread out." She is reading your intention like an open book. She does have high Intuition and the Politics Skill, she should be pretty good at reading between the lines, you tell yourself.

"Very well then, let's be going. We'll need to stop back by the forge for just a moment to collect our bathing supplies. Ailis, would you like to come with us or would you prefer to meet us down at the river?" She smiles at you but demurs, saying that she would find a public but secluded section and claim it. After exchanging hugs with Ailis, you and Brighid leave her mother's home and head back towards the forge. Before you leave, though, you have to ask, "What was all that with throwing our love life in your mother's face? Back on Earth I would have expected to be killed for that kind of thing."

Brighid giggles at you and says, "Remember, we do not have the sexual taboos your people do. As long as there is no risk of a foal coming of it, no one really cares who you lay with. Mother is the one who taught me the pleasures of sex before my first season and how to take the edge off myself so that I would not be overwhelmed with a need to mate. She made me my riding stick and showed me how to use it -- by using it on me." She laughs at your shocked reaction and says teasingly, "Maybe you should give my mother a ride! You know, she swore that oath to you; she could not really refuse you if you called it in."

Her laughter cuts off when you glare at her. You tell her, voice low and intent, "Absolutely out of the question. That is no better than **** to me, and I have more than enough to keep me happy for a lifetime with just you. I will not **** myself on someone else. If they come willingly, that is one thing. Even coercing someone who is ****, but not opposed I would consider. But I am truly disappointed in you even suggesting that I use a sincere oath debt for nothing more than sex."

Brighid withers under your glare and settles down onto her belly in front of you, bending her human torso down to press her face into the ground in a gesture of total submission. "I am sorry, Sir, you are right. I was not thinking things through. I do not believe it would take her oath to allow you into her bed, but it would be a grave violation of trust to **** it on her like that. Please, Sir, tell me what I must do to atone for my thoughtless words." You glare at her for a moment more, then go down on one knee in front of her and slip your hand under her chin to lift her gaze to yours.

"For now, your punishment is to remove your shirt and give it to me for safekeeping. You are going to walk around with your bare tits out for all the village to stare at for the rest of the day. You will learn more of your punishment when we meet up with your mother; she is a wronged party in this as well and should have a say in it. Now stand up and hand me your shirt and let's get moving."

On the short walk back, you rest your hand firmly and possessively on the small of Brighid's back and smile at the people who scowl at the pair of you. Not a smug or superior smile or even a don't you wish you were me right now? smile, just a genuine smile of happiness. When you reach the forge, you send Brighid inside to fetch her supplies -- you don't want to risk triggering the quest completion early by entering with her -- and to deposit her shirt, as she won't be needing it. You call through the open door after her, "Oh, and bring your riding stick. I may have a use for it." When she returns a moment later, clutching her long-handled scrub brush in one hand and a smooth, polished wooden dildo attached to a series of straps and buckles, you look her over critically; she's definitely feeling the burn of arousal, but you are supposed to get better rewards the more you work her up. You reach up to her heavy breasts and give her a good grope, kneading her supple flesh and tugging at her nipples until they're standing straight out from her crinkled areolas and her aroused flush has covered her shoulders and crept onto the upper slopes of her breasts. "There, that's about right. Let's go now, your mother is waiting for us."

You return your hand to her back and guide her through the streets of the village with gentle pressure. Not wanting to incite a riot, you avoid the main path until you near the opening in the walls leading down to the river. You stop and make small talk for a moment with the guards, very obviously rubbing your hand up and down Brighid's back while she quivers in barely-contained arousal beside you. After letting them ogle Brighid's tits for a minute or so, you say farewell and again gently apply pressure to your lover's back, starting the pair of you forward again. This time, nobody blocks your path to the river and you shortly arrive at the bathing area. The river is maybe a hundred meters wide at this point and rather shallow, moving slowly across a natural ford. Half a dozen centaurs of mixed genders are scattered throughout the area, bathing and talking. You spot Ailis near the far bank, separated from the nearest pair of centaurs by at least twenty or thirty meters. Close enough to be embarrassing for Brighid, but far enough that you shouldn't be overheard as long as everyone keeps their voice down.

Ailis herself is naked and you take a moment to admire her as you strip out of your own clothes. She couldn't be more different from her daughter in body type, although there's too much of a resemblance in their faces to deny that they're related. Where Brighid is tall and voluptuous, with lush curves, huge soft breasts, and defined but not prominent muscles, Ailis is small and slender. If you didn't know better, you'd even call her delicate. She is a good head and a half shorter than her daughter, with narrow feminine shoulders and no real muscle definition to speak of. Her breasts, in contrast to her daughter's, are high and nearly hemispherical in shape. If plastic surgery existed here and her breasts were bigger, you might suspect them of being fake.

Once you fold your clothes neatly and leave them on a flat, elevated rock on the side of the river, probably placed there specifically for such a purpose, you take the brush and sex toy from Brighid and lead her over to her mother.