There were three paths which each of them had the option to take. The far path went through the meadows, on the town's edge. This path was meant just for Moo as her large size meant she needed the extra distance to have the same workout. Sugar would also run this route as running was what Rabbit Kin were made for. The shorter path only ran just around the Church's land, not quite reaching the town. Plip, Joizz and Blush took that path as it was far enough for their shorter legs. Rosen, Thera and Nash all took the middle path. This went through Lecton, the town their Church belonged to.
Once a quaint little community on the edge of the Hierton Kingdom's territory. Recent relations between the neighboring Zaytrus Kingdom have given it new life. Trade has risen by leaps and bounds. Travelers of all kinds have made it a frequent stop. The little town has grown nearly twice its size in the last year and it is still not large enough. Taverns are full every night. The more hearty of travelers can commonly be seen just at the outskirts, camping below the stars..
The three ran through the streets. Though early, there were many out beginning their days. Many waved as they passed, this becoming a common site. Only those not used to having an Eros Church nearby stopped to stare. Mesmerized by the immodest beauties and unabashed manliness. They paid the gawkers no mind. If anything this made good advertising. Rosen expected to see many of their faces in time for the Evening Mass.
Their exercise done, it was time for the morning cleaning. They come to a building next to the Church. Inside is a large Wooden tub buried partially into the ground. It was filled with water, steaming hot thanks to the fire stones that lie beneath. They take some time to heat up but never run out, making them perfect for a hot bath. One of the new luxuries available as the town grows. Bathing used to be such a hassle. Now it has become a twice daily ritual made only better by the aromatic soaps sold at every corner.
Moo went first, removing her sweaty clothing and dropping them into the laundry basket.. Despite the tub's great size it was still a bit too small for her. Even sitting down, her shoulders were above the water. Still, nothing beats hot water after a hard morning workout. She sat back, really enjoying the warmth through every inch of her being. But the morning was not time to relax for too long. So the cleaning began.
In the Eros church it is customary to not clean yourself. So a clean washing cloth was handed to all, and their own clothing put away as well. Moo was the largest and hardest to clean, and that's why she goes first. Rosen took her back and rubbed vigorously. Moo's legs and back were quite hairy with curly black and white spotted fur. It required a deep and thorough scrub. Sugar, being the lightest, stood atop Moo's head and polished her horns, making sure they were pearly and unchipped. Plip and Blush each washed one of her massive breasts, making sure to get the crevices below and between. Thera and Nash each washed a leg from hip to hoof. It was one of the few jobs Thera was at all enthusiastic about, even if she still seemed to take her time doing it. And Joizz cleaned her tender womanhood. Joizz was the only one who could really be trusted to do such a job. The rest would either be too squeamish or refuse to leave.
Moo's body, now smelling of fresh flowers, left the warm embrace of the water. She bent over on all fours like the bovines her race was named after. Dry towels were applied to her dripping corners. Then two large metal milk churns were brought in. Each was placed directly below a breast, making sure her nipples were in the center of their wide open tops. Rosen oiled her hands and placed them delicately upon the left breast. Nash did the same with the right. They massaged them carefully, feeling the tenderness and weight in their hands. Shaping and molding the glorious mounds as if artisans creating a masterpiece with clay. Moo let out soft moans. Rosen has incredible form from years of practice. She knew the most sensitive spots to play with. But Nash's hands were rough and strong, pulling and groping like a man who truly admired her body. She was trapped between two experts in the craft of pleasing women, both with different but equally rapturous techniques. Then they pulled, squeezing her large nipples between their fingers. Moo gasped and the torrent began. Gallons of fresh milk pouring forth from her and into the churns. They quickly began to fill, stopping just before reaching the brim.
"Winter truly is close upon us." Rosen spoke softly while caressing the panting Moo. "Your milk is drying up. Another week or so and we will only need to milk you every few days."
Moo rubbed her head up against Rosen's hand. All animal kin enjoyed being petted, even the larger ones. Nash took a ladle and poured fresh milk into some bottles. The rest was left in the Milk Churns, their lids tightly secured. Moo took the containers and left satisfied.
Now was the Alter Clergy's turn. For them the tub was closer to a pool. Sugar and Plip could not even stand without water threatening their noses. So they needed some extra help. Nash took Joizz and Blush. They clung to his muscular arms and he washed them both at the same time. One hand massaging Joizzes ample chest while the other groped Blush's bountiful rear. A most enviable position to be in.
Thera moved to help Sugar, but Rosen stepped in front of her.
"No, you are doing Plip. I will handle Sugar."
Thera scowled and looked past Rosen's shoulder, transfixed on Sugar swimming carefree in her diminutive glory.
"No complaints, remember? Do you not want dessert?"
Thera gave one last grunt then turned to clean Plip. Holding him aloft with one arm and wiping him well with the other. Plip smirked as she delicately rubbed his erect member. He was enjoying how much Thera was not enjoying this. Rosen left her to her misery, and went to clean Sugar.
Sugar swam over to Rosen, who cradled her like a child. She washed her long, slender legs, getting deep into her fur. The stimulation making Sugar squirm in excitement. Thera could not be trusted with Sugar on most days, but today was an especially bad one. Sugar's heat was rising and even the slightest touch was driving her mad.
"P-please. I need it. Please."
Sugar yelped as the cloth passed over her small chest.
"L-l-l-ower. P-please!"
Rosen preferred to save such activities until after the morning rituals were finished. Oh well, not all rules are meant to be followed. So she rubbed lower. Much lower.
"Harder. I need it I Need It I NEED IT I-"
Sugar convulsed in Rosen's arms. Her legs twitched, her toes curled, her hands gripped her ears and pulled, her mouth opened as if to scream but no noises came. Her lower half pushed against the cloth over and over, splashing water all the while. Then she collapsed. If not for Rosen carrying her she may have drowned.
"Pla-" Sugar cooed. "Please. More."
"No more Sugar. We have a long day ahead of us. You will have many opportunities to have more. After breakfast."
Sugar nodded, her breath still heavy. Rosen carried her to the water's edge and began to dry her thoroughly. Trying not to get her too riled up for a second time. Rosen caught a glimpse of Thera eyeing her with deep envy. With Sugar and Plip dried they each took a small bottle and drank it down in a single, long gulp. Enjoying the richness of fresh minotaur milk before taking their leave.
Joizz and Blush stayed in the tub. It was time for them to return the favor and wash Nash. Joizz paid special attention to his back and arms. Getting a little too familiar with the toned muscles. While Blush seemed more interested in his hair covered chest. Lizard folk have little if any hair on their body. Blush seemed to have a lot of interest in how hair feels between her claws.
This left Rosen to wash Thera. The Drow pouted, still angry at being denied. A sharp tug on her chain brough Thera close enough for the wash. Still she turned away, facing her back to Rosen and refusing to look in her general direction. Rosen sighed. Perhaps she was a bit too harsh thus far. Sometimes you need the rod and other times you need honey. No harm letting her have a taste. Rosen dropped the washing rag and grabbed a fresh bar of soap. She lathered it between her chest well, creating plenty of bubbles. Then she came up behind Thera, and scrubbed.
"Wait, what are-"
Thera's flustered voice was silenced with a low shush into her pointed ears.
"No complaints."
Rosen rubbed her chest across Thera's back. The soap made them softer and slick, gliding up and down slowly. Thera's black face turned dark blue, a Drow blush. Her delicate ear felt hot breath from plump, luscious lips painfully close yet far, far away. Suddenly there was pressure from white teeth biting down on the very tip, giving a delicate nibble.
"Hhhmmm"
Thera couldn't contain herself. She was forced to her side and an arm placed between Rosen's chest. Rubbing from shoulder to fingertips between pure softness. Then was the next arm, then a leg and then the last. She did not speak a word, afraid anything she said would end her pleasure.
Thera was lifted ever so briefly and placed on the waters edge. Only her legs remained submerged as her back was parallel to the floor. Rosen climbed out of the tub, water dripping from her red hair. She climbed above Thera, breasts never once leaving the touch of black skin. Rubbing upwards across her tight, thin body. Their breasts rubbed and squashed together, erect nipples pressing against each other as if foils from fencers in a furious duel. Rosen stared into Thera's green eyes, like forests undisturbed by modern hands. She lowered her face, red lips to meet black, tan skin to meet blue. Rosen couldn't help but think how adorable Thera was when she was quiet. Thera closed her eyes in anticipation. But no honey met her lips. Instead, more hot breath touched her ears.
"No complaints."
The desirable weight of another was lifted off Thera's body. She stood up, her face now Blue from embarrassment rather than euphoria. She grabbed a towel and rushed out of the room, slamming the door loudly. A few moments passed, and the door opened again. A black hand reaching in to grab a milk bottle. Then the door slammed again.
Nash laughed a deep laugh. Joizz and Blush giggling beside him, milk bottles in hand, already half empty. They had finished washing and drying themselves and decided to enjoy the show.
"That lass needs a good lickin. An I ain't takin in slang."
Nash laughed again, chugged the rest of his bottle, and left to finish cooking the morning meal. Rosen left the tub which began to drain itself.