Hot water blasts away the dried sweat and tears while the soap cleanses the rest. nothing can clean the violation, however. the loud ringing of my cell phone interrupts my serenity and i exit the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry my claws off.
Intro, Plot Development
I lather soap and let it into my scratches where it soothes the stinging and then i wash it off again with another burst of ultraheated water. i use a cloth of soft egyptian cotton to dry, and the fabric is gentle.
Cat, Non-yiff, Short Story, essay, personal, writing
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_"in other news, one of my comrades has just got on his soap box to tell us all that his wife has just had a child," aidrin announced, writing everything he said down in the letter, "it's a shame he couldn't be there.
Fantasy, Love, Relationships, letters, past
Retrieved by a bani whom simply walks on the gelatinous surface and picks up or
fishes out the said object, once retrieved the bani takes it to another segment and inspects said item then cleans it with
the same said goo and a simple hot water and soap
Story, Wrighting
He took the soap back and walked to the stream of water. "and i know what soap is."
"wasn't sure they had it in the desert." she crouched down, wringing each article of clothing under the water.
"we didn't."
All stories must end, Cameo location, Character Development, Dragon, Dragoness, Family, Fantasy novel, Hatchling, Love, Mother, Novel, Plot Development, Son, Story Series, The Spiral, Urd'thin
New sensasations flood in through the nose...bathroom, shower, algae, soap scum, shampoo, bleach, toothpaste, and you seem to be able to identify them without much trouble as it happens.
Anthropomorphic, Enfield, Transformation
I hope drew has some serious soap in his bathroom.
"thank you." i say, then i turn and slip back into my room, close the door, pull the blankets over my head, and try to ignore the tink-tink-tink of metal tools being gathered up.
Alterate Reality, Fantasy, Modern, Transformation
Like soap bubbles they danced in the space around his body alternately appearing and popping; leading him forward until he was standing on one side of a small glen. his fiddle under his chin, he played like he'd never played before.
Fox, fiddle
After returning home and storing away his 'purchases', he and rachel took his clothes, a tin washtub, and several boxes of powdered soap back down to the park to do laundry.
Character Development, Fear, Story Series, hope
~~~the water was warm as it soaked his white fur and hair, and cleansed his body with the soap he lathered in with it.~~~ he dried with one of the green towels hanging on the rack.
Fox, Wolf