Harako plays along

Harako backed away from Kim. “…As I was saying … you need to go clean Sarno in its bathtub.” That didn’t sound fun. Oh well, no one said the job was going to be glamorous.

Jira opened the door to the baths. An expansive area filled with showers, hot springs, and bathtubs stretched in front of her. Occupying the installations were even more bizarre creatures and an army of attendants catering to their whims. “Hold on,” said Kim. “You can’t go into the baths in a dress. You’ll have to give it to us.”

“Oh, sorry, b-but I was told that it wasn’t against the rules, just that I would look weird…” Jira smiled softly and twiddled her thumbs. ”C-can I keep it? I’m not comfortable undressing in public yet.”

“Sorry, it is against the rules.”

“Ok…” Jira took off her dress and handed it over to Kim. Sprightly blue nipples perked up from her small breasts. Her body was slim and elegant. Jira crouched down and pulled a bathrobe from her backpack. “Good thing mom packed this bathrobe just in case, right? Haha…”

“…Can’t wear that either,” Harako said, taking the robe from a dismayed Jira. “ …And let’s put this in a safe place.” Harako placed Jira’s backpack in a locker, not bothering to tell her the combination. “…Let’s go …We have much to do today.”

“Wait, don’t I get at least a towel?” Apparently not. Harako pushed her into the baths and pointed her in the direction of a dirty bathtub at the back.

Flanked by her supervisors, Jira walked to her destination with her eyes downcast. Flying would have been a bit easier, but flapping her wings was loud and she didn’t want to attract attention.

There she was on her first day on the job naked as a jailbird. All the other bathers were naked too, but she bet none of them felt as exposed as she did. In fact, they were probably all staring at the silly, little forest acorn too prude to not cover her privates in a public bath. What else would they- “Ahhh!”

Jira had tripped into a big wooden hole in the ground. She was lying upside down on the wooden floor of the enormous bath. “Great, you found it!” Said Kim, prompting Jira to squeal and cover her hairless sex. “And good timing too! Here comes Sarno!”

“Who com- Ack!” A giant slime of mud dropped into the bathtub, engulfing the poor Jira in its body. Only her head and hands remained above the goo. “Ew, ew, ew! Help, please!”

“You have to scrub your way to freedom girl, it’s the only way!”

“Ack! Where is that brush!? Come on!”

“…Hmmm …we forgot to give her the special anti-mud water.”

“Eww, please just sit still. Argh!”

“She’ll be fine. You didn’t have it either, remember?”

After much effort and endless scrubbing, Jira clawed her way out of the tub, completely caked in mud.

“AAAH! It’s done! I never want to do that again! I never want to see that thing again!” The completely clean Sarno glided next to Jira and towered over the woman. She gulped. “I-I mean-”

“How rude. See you next Monday, Kim.”

“Bye, Sarno.”

Jira collapsed on the floor out of exhaustion, her chest heaved as she drew big breaths. That was more than she bargained for her first day of work, but at last, it was done. Her bosses ought to be happy, right?

“…Are you wearing my dress? And my bathrobe?! I thought you weren’t allowed to-“

“Newbies can’t wear clothes, bosses can. Plus, we are safekeeping them, we wouldn’t want someone to steal them and leave you naked.“ Kim replied.

“I guess-Ack!” Harako had emptied a water bucket on Jira. She shivered. “What was that for?”

“…Cleaning you up. …Come on, we have more work to do.” Jira looked down, most of the mud on her body had been washed away, which meant that everyone could now see her pretty, little, blue nipples. Great… Back to another the walk of shame with her bosses. Where were they going?

“Hey, we left the baths! Can I get my dress back?”

“No.”

“But-“

“It’s the rules, I’m afraid.”

Jira pouted. That didn’t make sense, but Kim was the boss. The three women kept walking. They hadn’t run into anyone else, but that could change in a second. The anticipation made Jira’s stomach flutter like her wings. Why didn’t she nab a towel before she left the baths? Now she was stuck naked until her bosses deigned themselves to return her dress.

The trio arrived next to an ominous red door. “All right, here’s lady Kerhs. She is a big, mean ogre that’s also a VIP guest. You are the lucky girl that will bring her a midmorning snack.” Kim shoved a fried turkey leg onto Jira’s hands, who didn’t seem too enthused to be touching a dead bird.

“Remember to be polite at all times. Kerhs values respect above all else. If you somehow offend her, well, she will lecture you appropriately.”

“Huh?”

“…She will bend you over and spank you with her big ogre hands.”

“Eeep!”

“Don’t worry champ, you got this!”

Jira was pushed into the room. A giant green woman dressed like an old grandma was sitting on the other end. “I, umm, I brought food!” Jira nervously exclaimed while pointing at the turkey leg. The ogre didn’t seem impressed.

Putting each foot in front of the other and rhythmically swinging her arms at her side, Jira approached as politely as she could. Sadly, this gave the ogre full view of her little breasts and sex.

The ogre was staring at her with a steely gaze, analyzing her every movement … and her every curve. Jira felt her head spin, but she did her best to keep her composure. Squirming was sure to be a faux de pas.

“Stop! How dare you!” bemoaned the ogre, grabbing Jira with one hand and bending her between her fingers.

“W-w-w-wait! What did I do wrong?”

“You left muddy footprints all over my clean floors! Do you know how hard it is to clean that? Do you have no respect for the cleaning staff?”

“What?” Jira saw the trail she left, she still had some mud on her feet. “But that’s not my fault-Ow!” The ogre slapped her bottom with one of her fingers, and then kept going rhythmically like she was playing bongos on the slim behind in front of her.

“Excuses, excuses!”

“Ow, they are not! Ouch, please stop! Ow! I didn’t know! Ouch! It’s my first day!”

Kim and Harako were pressing their ears against the door and listening in. “Told you she wasn’t going to make it.”

“…Hmm …I owe you lunch.”