“Alright there is a pond over here where we can take a bath. It’s not the duck pond, because they get angry, just be careful to not step on anyone. Those that live here don’t actually mind us doing it, it helps them a little.” The bunny woman said, pushing some grass out of the way as she lead Sandpaw to a secluded area off the path.

“Right!” He said, hopping behind her happily. It didn’t matter too much to him, and he went right up to the waters edge before he looked down into the pond. The water was more clear than he expected considering what she’d said, and looking down he found there was a thin layer of silt on the bottom of the pond that covered lots of little stones.

“Don’t fall in.” She said in a joking tone. Bashfully he looked back to see what she was doing, embarrassed at how excited he was to see water.z it wasn’t like he was unfamiliar, but there wasn’t this much water to bathe in at the Warren . In fact many of the rabbits had to deal with dust baths, at least most of the time.

Sandpaw blushes when he saw her, she had started to take off her jacket. She didn’t look too different from any of the other adult rabbits, but she was curvier. It was like someone had slightly elongated her legs and widened her hips to fit a more human looking scheme. Her tummy was thin and muscular, but led up to her soft and fluffy Dewlap that framed her chest. It didn’t rise up quite as much as they usually did, leaving her neck feee and human like.

“Whatcha staring at tater tot.” She said, a glimmer in her eye as there was laughter on her lips. “You can get all the eyeful you want, but I don’t mate with kits. Talk to me when you're tall, dark, and bipedal.” Sad paws blushing got worse as he shook his head, he felt his ears warm up as the most obvious part of his blush on his naked skin.

The older bun climbed into the water and Sandpaw saw as the first bits of the filf that stuck to her fur went into the water. He watched as the water became more opaque and she started to scrub her fur with her paws. “Get in, I don’t bite. And neither do my friends, if they know what’s good for them.”

Sandpaw sighed and climbed down into the water, feeling the cool refreshing feeling soak into his fur and start to wash the stuff out. Moving side to side he did his best to get some out, but without having as dexterous paws as the lady all he could do was wipe his face and use his hind leg like a dog does.

“Oh silly boy, come here, I’ll help you.” That was all the invitation he needed, he was still embarrassed but he half swam half walked over to the older girl and let her put her paws on him. She used her paws to pet and scrub his body, getting the accumulated filth into the pond. The water was quickly becoming filthy, but the pair were becoming clean, and Sandpaw couldn’t help but feel the reactions to the older doe.

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“Listen, little one, I know where you are coming from. But you must control yourself.” She started to giggle. “N-now is a great time to practice. Spend as long as you can without laughing.” She swam to the waters edge, leaving him alone in the water. He watched her climb out, and now that she was clean he freely admited she was far prettier than he’d given her credit for. There was something about being alone with an older woman that made his ears flush and his heart beat loudly.

He was firmly distracted when he felt something start to tickle him. His mouth opened but he remembered what he was told and held his tongue. The tickling turned into a few different spots, all making his fur move, and getting closer. It was… fish? They were nibbling the dirt off of him.

Sandpaw stood there, confused as he felt the fish explore and clean his body, they were doing a good job, certainly, and helping his fur get as clean as his boss’. However, Sandpaw felt them move to parts he’d rather they leave alone.

It started with them cleaning his arms and legs, which was simple enough, but then the fish moved to clean his back. That was great, even normally he couldn’t reach is back on his own and this was no where near normal. However then they starred to clean his tummy and sides. He shuddered, holding in the laughter from being so effectively tickled by the little creatures. Right above his hips was super sensitive and he made a little mewling noise when he felt it be nibbled upon.

From there they moved up to his neck and down to his tail. It was embarrassing when they nibbled around his tail, but thankfully they were discreet enough to not put their mouth in his sensitive business down there. Instead he felt one flip on his head, forcing him to fall down which allowed them to nibble his face and head.

Finally some of the fish started to nibble his ears, their floppy nature making them super easy to move and he felt as they touched his sensative flesh. Some, however, moved down and started to clean his feet now that he was knocked over. He had no beans, like a cat or dog, but instead they were able to clean his fur both on the underside of his sensative feet and between his toes.

It was then that he broke down, laughing and blushing as his ticklish head made him fall apart. He honestly didn’t even remember getting out of the pool when he was sitting next to the older doe. She was already dry, though now her fur was fluffy and white, and he leaned up to look at her.

“You fail.” She said with a simple grin. “But no hard feelings, being cleaned like that is.. quite the experience. It’s the only way sometimes and it really helps changing your scent trail.” She pulled him up and threw on her jacket, which he realized was surprisingly clean, waking away with him. “Alright, now you're ready to meet the family.” He coughed, and blushed before he realized she was joking once more.