Page 21 of Hoof It

Twenty One

Chapter 20

Jimazu

O nce we reach the hot spring, I let my mate down. She drapes the long cloth she dug out of her bag onto a large rock near the edge of the pool of water. The small bag in her hands is placed nearer to the water before she removes all of her clothing. Once again, I stand back and silently watch her. She reaches up and loosens the hair knot she did earlier in the day. The brown strands are a matted mess as they fall down her shoulders.

She pulls something else out of the small bag and pulls it through her hair over and over. More than once her face winces in pain as she attempts to pull it through the tangled strands. Growing frustrated, she gives up about halfway through. I step towards her.

“May I try doing that for you?”

Her head tilts up. “It’s a mess and if I can’t get it all untangled, I don’t know if you’ll be able to. You’re welcome to try. I knew I shouldn’t wait this long without using the stupid brush on this mess.”

She holds her arm out and offers the brush to me. I examine it for a moment before stepping behind her. Darcy pulls the hair she already took care of in front of her shoulder. I copy the motions I saw her do and hold the brush about midway down the length of her hair before pulling it slowly through the ends. The first couple of passes don’t cause me any issue. On the third though, there’s a decent sized tangle. I hold the brush out for her to take momentarily.

I hold the tangled hair up and trace my eyes down the length of it until I see where the tangle both begins and ends. I slowly pull the knot out until the strands lay flat again. I hold my hand near my mate’s face and she places the brush in it. I start the whole process over again with the next section of tangled hair.

Ten minutes later, I’ve worked all of the various tangles out. I’m now covered in her loose hairs, but as she shakes her tangle-free locks and smiles up at me, I don’t mind it one bit. Even if they do tickle.

She steps into the water and lets out an audible sigh. I step in a few seconds after her. I walk around her and to the far side to sit on the smoothed spot that stick out into the water. She walks to her small bag and pulls two bottles and a tube out and puts them on the edge. My mate takes a step back, then dunks her entire body, head included, underneath the water. She pops back up a moment later and wipes the excess water from her face. She grabs the bottles and tube and carries them with her as she walks towards me. The look on her face has me curious. She stops several feet away from me and as I start reaching to pull her the rest of the way, she asks me a question I wasn’t expecting.

“Can I wash your hair for you?”

I nod my assent.

“Can you wet your hair for me, please?”

I stand then drop under the water. When I stand upright again and wipe my eyes, Darcy is placing her items on the ground near where I was sitting. I return to my seat in the water, and my mate climbs up to straddle my lap.

She reaches behind me and flicks one of the bottles open before squeezing a liquidy substance into her hand. She puts the bottle back down, then rubs her hands together until the liquid bubbles. She brings her hands up to my head and massages it into my hair. My eyelids flutter closed as her fingers work the liquid into my head. A bleating groan escapes my lips and it causes my mate to giggle.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It feels incredible. What is this sorcery you’re doing to me?!”

She laughs and I feel her hands pull away from my head. I open my eyes to see why she stopped rubbing her fingers into my hair. She sees my confused expression and kisses my lips softly.

“Don’t worry, Zu. We aren’t done washing your hair yet. I just need to rinse the shampoo out. I need you to move so that you can dip your head backwards into the water while I rinse it.”

I grab her waist, then stand and spin in a half circle. Her ass meets the smooth rock before I turn so that my side is towards her and lower myself down to my knees. My head tips back so that most of my hair is under water. The moment my mate’s fingers begin working into my hair, my eyes fall closed again.

I do my best to focus on—and make note of—every single thing she does so that I can hopefully do the same for her. She uses one hand to scrub my hair clean. Her second hand gently scoops water into my hair to rinse the sudsy water off. As she nears my goat ears, her fingers scrub far more gently. I open my eyes and watch her.

Her brows are scrunched in concentration, and her pink tongue is wedged between the corners of her lips. Her eyes never leave the area of my head that she’s washing.

She doesn’t notice me watching her until she pulls her hands away from my hair. Her face shifts to a look of being caught.

“I’m done with that part.” Her eyes narrow at me. “How long have you been watching me?”

I pull my head upright, and then stand and face her. I take pieces of her hair and rub them between my fingers as I answer her. “Since you began scrubbing these.” I reach up and lightly flick one of my ears.

“Oh.” Her face turns red, and I don’t think it’s from the steamy room.

I tilt my head to the side. “You don’t like me watching you?”

Her face flushes deeper. “No, I definitely do. I just wasn’t expecting you to watch me doing something as menial as rinsing your hair.”

I use my thumb and first finger to hold her chin and get her to look me in the face. “I love watching you do any and every thing. Regardless of the task.”

Her face shifts to a look of adoration. Still holding her chin, I pull her towards me and kiss her sweetly. We part a moment later. She reaches behind her back and picks up the second bottle. Glancing at me, she says, “This one is a conditioner. It’ll make your hair really soft.”

She squirts a small amount of a creamy liquid into her hand and puts the bottle back. She motions for me to lower myself, so I do. Her fingers work the conditioner into my hair and once again I groan out at the feeling. Her giggle is infectious and before I can stop myself, I’m bleating similar to her laugh.

She manages to calm herself and finishes working the thick conditioner into my hair, then asks me to tip my head backwards again. She quickly rinses my hair clean for a second time and lets me rise. I pick her up and turn us so that I’m once again seated, except now she’s in my lap. She dips her head backwards and rewets her long hair. I hold my hand out. “I’d like to wash your hair for you.”

She grins and picks up the bottle of shampoo before squeezing some into my waiting hand. I rub my hands together, causing the shampoo to foam up before I bring my hands up to the top of her head and begin working the shampoo into the strands. She doesn’t even try to keep her eyes open as I scrub her scalp. The longer I work the shampoo in, the more relaxed her body becomes until eventually she’s leaning all her weight against me.

Satisfied with the top of her head, I grab the bottle and squeeze more out, then work it into a lather. I then pick up the length of her hair and work the shampoo into all of it. Once I’m satisfied with the lather, I cup the back of her head and tip it backwards. With my free hand I scoop handfuls of warm water onto it. I do my best not to drop water on her face. That is until her face scrunches up, and a quiet achoo paired with some saliva fly out of her mouth. The saliva hits me in the face and startles me. My cupped hand opens before I can stop it and drops water directly onto her eyes and runs down to her nose and lips.

Wiping at her face, Darcy shoots up out of the water and her forehead narrowly avoids hitting my chin as I stare at her bewildered. Her eyes pop open and she’s still wiping water away from her nose and mouth.

“Forgive me.” We speak at the same time. “I am so sorry Zu!”.

“That sneeze snuck up on me! Or else I would have warned you.”

“It’s alright, little mate.” I swipe the last of her saliva from my face. “I had not meant to drop so much water onto your face.”

She pops a shoulder up and down once. “I’m fine,” She gives me a soft smile, which I return.

“I was able to rinse all of the shampoo from the top of your head before all of that. I still need to rinse the length of your hair though.”

She leans her head backwards again and I resume my work. Finally satisfied that her hair is rinsing clean, I reach for the conditioner. I realize that I have no idea how much of this to use, so I pause and look down at my mate. “Can you show me how much to put in your hair? I’m unsure of the needed amount. You have a lot of hair.”

Darcy holds her hand out and I pass the bottle to her. I hold my hand, palm up, for her to squeeze some conditioner into. The creamiest, thickest liquid I have ever felt fills my palm a moment later. I drag a finger from my other hand through it for a few seconds. I smell faint traces of lemon and oranges coming from it. Curious, I bring my hand up to my nose next and inhale the scent deeply. I instantly regret it when one of my nostrils is filled with the liquid. I try blowing it out, but it won’t come all the way out.

Darcy, to her credit, fights laughter and pulls her lips into her teeth as she wipes the conditioner from between my nose and lips with one of her fingers. She places a finger on the side of my clear nostril and lightly pushes it before telling me to blow out through full nostril. As I do, I bring my empty hand below my nose and catch the last of the conditioner then dip my hand below the water and rinse it off.

My mate removes her finger from my nose and grins up at me. “Future reference, if you want to smell something like conditioner or lotion, don’t hold it so close to your nose or take such a big inhale.”

I fake a scowl at her and she finally loses the fight against her laugh. I can’t help but join in. A moment later, she holds the bottle back up to add a bit more to my hand. Before I can put it in her hair she stops me.

“I don’t like to use conditioner on my roots and scalp. It leaves my hair feeling gross the next day. Can you just do from like here,” she points to a spot midway down the side of her ear, “down to the ends?”

I lower my hands to the initial area she indicated and hesitate. “I’m unsure how to do it from here. I know that on the top of your head I can work it in the same way that I did the shampoo. But I’m a bit lost here.”

She lifts one of my hands to the underside of her hair and places one of her hands on the back of mine. Next, she lifts my second hand against my first, except outside of her hair then places her second hand on the back of mine. She pulls our hands down the length of her hair before dropping her hands from mine.

“Do it just like that to each section.”

I repeat the process on the rest of her hair. It doesn’t take me long to add the conditioner to the rest of her hair. Rather than dipping her head backwards for me to rinse, she pulls her hair up onto the top of her head then wraps the length around it several times before securing it. Confused, I watch silently. She notices the look on my face and explains, “It’s been a few too many days since I last washed and conditioned my hair. So, I want to leave the conditioner in for a bit while I wash the rest of me, and then sit and enjoy the warm water before I rinse my hair. It’ll make brushing it later really easy, plus make my hair ridiculously soft.”

She leaves my lap and walks to her little bag before pulling out a third bottle. She opens it and squirts some into her hand as she approaches me. She places the bottle on the edge then turns to face me. She has one eye squinted and an eyebrow raised as she looks me up and down.

“Would you mind sitting up there?” She motions to the ledge. Using the smooth seat as a step, I boost myself up with my arms and easily turn and sit on the ledge.

Darcy proceeds to wash my furry legs one at a time. I quickly become a fan of the feeling of her fingers massaging their way down to the skin beneath all of my fur. She has a look of concentration fixed on her face and it’s adorable.

We don’t speak for several moments as she continues washing me. I watch her as she works, my eyes never leaving her. When she finishes lathering up both my lower legs, she hesitates a moment before moving to the upper half.

Her touch is just heavy enough not to tickle. Though, it does cause a wholly different sensation. My cock stirs as she washes higher up my leg. I tip my head back and look up towards the high ceiling in an attempt to think of anything but her hand being so close to my thickening cock. I shift discreetly, hoping my mate won’t noticed my growing arousal tucked within its pocket.

Her hands abrupt stop moving and pull away from my legs completely. I right my head and look at her. Darcy is biting on her bottom lip lightly and her brows are creased.

“Do you need me to stop?” she asks hesitantly.

I shake my head. “No. Ignore it. Please continue. Having your hands on me like this is…” I pause as I try to think of the word.

“Incredible? Relaxing?” she offers.

“Relaxing, yes. It just seems that my upper legs are sensitive to touch.”

One corner of her lips tip up in a half grin for a split second before she brings her hands back to my legs. “I can switch to the outer part of your thighs, if that helps?” Her hands travel to that area and it’s nowhere near as sensitive.

I tip her chin up to look at me. “Thank you.”

She gives me a soft smile, but says nothing as she continues to scrub my thighs.

A few moments later she’s finished and takes a step backwards. I take that as my sign to hop down and rinse my legs free of the soapy suds. I stomp my hooves a bit to move the fur around and help the water wash away the last remnants of soap. When I turn to face my mate, she’s silently laughing at me.

I tilt my head to the side and my eyebrows pull down in confusion.