Stable

You quickly head to the stable, warm mead in your veins as you skip through the rain, your thin dress soaking through immediately but doing nothing to dampen your mood. Emerging from the rain and thunder into a surprisingly warm stable, you're met with the strong smell of horses all around. Even with the horn charmed away from sight, there is no mistaking your majestic companion amongst the animals, beautiful rippling muscles glimmer in the torchlight illumination.

"Come" a commanding voice in your head encourages you closer, you see a number of brushes and horse care tools as you enter the stall you rented for the night. "It seems the stable hand has gone home because of the storm. Clean me" Your companion says raising a mud covered hoof towards your chest.

Remembering your agreement you hum to yourself as you pick up the stiffest brush. A little horse care is to be expected of having an animal companion, you think to yourself, it's a small price to pay for having one so powerful. In response, the other voice in your mind chuckles, "I suppose we'll see, won't we."

Confused, you start to brush the grime from the hoof in front of you, mud flying off and starting to stick to your newly acquired dress. Annoyed and shivering a bit from the wetness of the garment, you quickly peel it off before continuing to work on cleaning this first foot now completely naked again.

You dip the brush in a bucket to hopefully start breaking up some of the harder chunks with water, brushing more vigorously now. Suddenly, the large beast above you snorts, extending its leg a little in your hands enough to stamp you with a solid hoofprint of mud and filth right on your naked belly.

"Oof!" you exclaim, the wind slightly knocked out of you, "Hey!" You look up at the creature only to be met with those derisive, pitiless eyes once again.

"Oops, You tickled me, I couldn't help it. Don't stop now." The voice says. Compelling you to return to cleaning the filthy hoof gunk. A few moments later, the hoof hits you again, this time in the chest, leaving another filthy hoofprint and this time pushing you to the hay-strewn floor. You consider protesting this indignanty but a filthy hoof lands next to your head and you give up all thoughts of resisting.

"Kiss it." The voice commands as you stare at the strong, filthy horse hoof in front of your face.