[Washing, Dronification, Yuri, Brain Drain]
"I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!"
"You stink, Pascal! I can't let you go around like that, both for everyone else's sake and for your own!"
Cheria Barnes had been through a lot. Yet despite that, all of the adventures that she had been on and all the fights she had taken part in... None of them even came close to comparing to the sheer stench of death that clung to her friend, Pascal. While she definitely respected the girl's intellect and her ingenuity, there were certain quirks to her personality that made it incredibly difficult for the two to truly consider each other friends. And one of said quirks...
Was the fact that Pascal just adamantly refused to take a bath. Her usual excuse was that she was usually too busy trying out new inventions or other kinds of experiments, but even when they had the chance to go relax in a hot spring, she still refused. And Cheria was at her wit's end when she forcibly dragged Pascal along. The girl's scent had gotten so thick and so intense that she had to repeatedly heal her allies, with her natural affinity for healing being the only way that she was able to stay standing when the others couldn't.
"I doooon't wanna go take a baaaaath!" Pascal struggled against Cheria's grip, and yet she couldn't really move that much. All because Cheria had partly stopped time around her limbs, making her thrashing practically worthless. The fact that Cheria would go so far to give her a bath was another thing that got on Pascal's nerves. Why did she have to go so far just to make her bathe!? It's not like she smelled that bad. Right?
Cheria could read her friend's expression, thanks to Pascal's much more simple range of emotions and tendency to act on them more earnestly. "You really do smell that bad. Remember the time we were inside the Rockgagong? Yeah, you smell even worse than whatever was inside its stomach." She had no patience for her attempts to justify her smell. She needed a bath. There was no way around that fact.
"Whaaaaat?! I don't smell that bad!" Pascal cried out, before taking a whiff of her own body. Yep, definitely didn't smell that badly. At least, she couldn't catch a whiff of a smell that bad. Then again, when had she ever gotten a whiff of a smell that was worse..? Had she..?
The red-headed girl watched as her absent-minded partner's thoughts slowly drift off the tracks, prompting her to just shake her head and pinch the bridge of her nose. Good grief, she was impossible to handle. At least they were coming up on their destination. A special bathhouse that had recently opened in Yu Liberte, one that guaranteed that the visitors would leave with an open mind and a thoroughly rinsed body. If their claims were true, then maybe they'd make Pascal realize how she was acting like a jerk whenever she flaunted her stinky body.
"Welcome, darlings. Have you come for a special session here at Bubble Beauties' Bathhouse?" The receptionist chimed as she watched the girls wander inside. Well, more so one girl dragging the other girl along. Ah, what a delightful looking relationship. They'd be perfect clients...
"No!"
"Yes. Do you do solo sessions?" Cheria ignored Pascal's resisting cries, as she gently lifted the girl up so she could bring emphasis to her. "My friend here desperately needs to be cleaned, and there's no other place that can handle her. I really hope that you can help me out here, because if she doesn't get scrubbed clean..."
"Oh, don't you worry about that, darling." The receptionist smiled, her expression turning slightly green as she got the tiniest whiff of the smell that radiated from Pascal. "We can make sure that she's scrubbed so clean that she'll forget everything about ever neglecting her hygiene. Not only that, but we'll throw in an extra bonus as well. Just something to make sure you'll recommend this to all of your girlfriends as well."
"Thank goodness." Cheria sighed out of sheer relief as she snapped her fingers, right after handing Pascal over to the receptionist. "Make sure to scrub her extra clean. And... Well, don't be too rough with her." She was experiencing the slightest tinge of regret over forcing Pascal through this. Just the tiniest smidge. Because as much as the girl needed a bath, she didn't want to hurt her.
Pascal struggled more aggressively as she was held by her collar. "Traitor! Crook! Villain! I'll get you for this, Cheria!" She called her all sorts of ineffectual and arguably childish names as she was being pulled away by the receptionist. All while Cheria just waved goodbye to her for the time being, still relieved to be done with her and free from her stench.
As long as they treated Pascal right, then she'd definitely recommend the place to... to...
Wait... Girlfriends..?
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"You can't do this to me, I didn't agree to this!"
Pascal, still shaking off the effects that had frozen her limbs and prevented her from doing much of anything, tried to fight back against the staff that was pulling her deeper into the Bathhouse. How in the world was it this big? The building didn't look this big from the outside, and yet it seemed like they were going down corridor after corridor! ...Maybe she'd have to figure out how later, so she could use the same concept in one of her inventions!
"But your girlfriend did." The staff member that was currently guiding her along smiled. "And since she gave permission, that means we're legally obligated to make you the best you can be. Otherwise, we'd be letting down a wonderful lover. And on our honor as part of Bubble Beauties' Bathhouse, we would never dare let down somebody wonderful like that." The way she said the bathhouse's name kinda seemed weird. Almost as if it was ingrained so deep into her psyche that the only way she could properly say the name was in a robotic and stilted fashion...
"She's not my girlfriend! She's Asbel's girlfriend! And he's my friend, he wouldn't want me to take a bath!" Pascal kept on shouting and struggling, only to notice that she wasn't held any longer. Which brought a grin to her face, they had finally decided to listen to her!
At least, that's what she thought. Then her mind caught up with the fact that she had been rather unceremoniously tossed right over a massive pool of warm and bubbly water. And before she had a chance to hiss and jump towards the edge of the pool, gravity claimed her and forced her to splash against the surface of the bubbly doom that awaited her.
"HELP! HELP! FOURIER! POISSON! ASBEL! SOPHIE! HU! HEEEELP!" Pascal thrashed around in the warm water, hissing like a cat as she tried to work her way towards the edge of the pool, only for the bubbles to get in her way. Why were there so many bubbles!? More importantly, where was the pool's edge anyway?
The staff member was watching from the edge, giggling as she bowed towards Pascal. Her duty had been done. It was up to the ones in the pool to take over. It was her turn to have fun later tonight, something she couldn't help but look forward to by letting out a subtle moan while walking off.
Pascal tried to swim towards the edge of the pool, but she couldn't tell one direction from another. In fact, whenever it seemed like she made headway and some of those bubbles got out of her way, she just ended up stuck behind another wall of bubbly bubbles. It was frustrating!
"When I get out of here, Cheria! You'll taste my wrath and wish you never betrayed me!" The frustrated genius cried out, her tone seemingly softening a little. Mainly because she was soaking in the pool. Her initial panic had faded, now there was nothing but rage left!
At least, she thought that only rage remained. But as she started to hear the sound of giggles around her, Pascal instinctively reached for her weapon. A weapon that she currently lacked, because Cheria had prevented her from grabbing it when they left. "Whoever you are, show yourself! And stop giggling at me, it's not funny!"
"Of course it's not funny. We're giggling because of how beautiful you are..."
One by one, identical women started to rise from the pool. Each of them had soapy-white hair, each of them licking their lips as they gazed upon the girl in front of them. They were also rather stacked. Come to think of it, so was the receptionist... And the other lady that manhandled her. Wait, they also had soapy white hair...
Pascal completely neglected the threat around her as she started to put the pieces together, narrowing her eyes slightly as the giggles grew louder. "Would you stop that? I'm trying to think!" She cried out, trying to lash out and make those stacked girls stop so she could think...
As soon as she lashed out, however, she was met by the identical women grabbing hold of her arms. Which allowed her to get a bit of a better look at them, namely how the soap that bubbled on the surface of the water seemed to cling to them to keep their modesty... Which only served them more erotic, not that Pascal really focused on that kind of appeal. No, she just tried to struggle free instead of focusing on the goods presented to her.
"Let go of me! Let go-" The troubling inventor cried out, right up until the moment all the identical girls pressed against her. It was bad enough that they were able to grab her and restrain her, but by doing this... they... they...
Pascal's eyes slowly grew dim. W-What was this sensation? It was like they were washing her with their bodies. Something that she hated beyond everything in the whole world felt... N-Nice? That wasn't supposed to happen. And yet the more they rubbed up against her, letting their soaked and soapy bodies rub off on her... The more she felt her heart beating in rhythm with their rubbing.
"So pretty..." "So beautiful..." "So cute..." They kept on repeating small niceties into her ears, all while rubbing up against her. And thanks to how they were rubbing, she didn't notice that they were moving their hands all across her body. Letting all of that wonderful soapy water coat her form, rinsing away the stink that clung to her.
No, she wasn't focused on all of that. She couldn't focus on how they were cleaning her. All she could focus on right now, as they kept rubbing up against her and kept wiping away at her dusty and dirty body... Was the sound of the bubbles popping one by one. It was an incredibly subtle sound, and it happened to coincide with their giggles. Every time they giggled, another bubble popped... And every time a bubble popped, her heart resonated.
Slowly but surely, a giggle started to leave Pascal's lips as well. All while her hair started to take on the same sort of soapy look as the identical girls. The... Drones..? It seemed appropriate to call them drones... Or sisters... Gosh, they were kinda pretty, weren't they? Pascal really didn't think about that stuff often, but the thought was really resonating with her. Which made her giggle more...
"So cute!" "So pretty!" "So beautiful!" The soapy drones kept on repeating their mantra as they washed more and more of Pascal's body, making sure that she would be left utterly spotless. All while reaching down a little further, to make sure that she was getting as much out of it as they were...
She was entirely unused to this kind of treatment. Well, she had tried to experiment a little on her own time, but it wasn't something that stoked a continued interest. So the fact that it could feel this good when done by others was more than enough to make her moan. And maybe even reconsider the idea of... the idea of...
A blush worked its way onto Pascal's cheeks as the girls scrubbed the soap into her soapy hair, making it bubble as thoughts popped inside her mind. The only thoughts that were allowed to proliferate in there revolved around how she would try something like this with others. Most importantly, not a boy like Hu or Asbel. No, a girl... Cheria...
The idea of being in the bath with Cheria, washing her thoroughly, making love to her, giggling alongside her and making sure that she was just as clean and as thoroughly washed as her... Ah, that idea and many like it quickly filled her mind, as Pascal's eyes took on a soapy hue, solidifying her transformation and putting an end to her thorough rinsing.
One by one, the drones let go of her, giggling as they clapped at the prospect of introducing a new girl into their fold. All while Pascal started to giggle alongside them, the idea taking firm control over her mind.
She had been washed so thoroughly, and Cheria needed to share in that sensation...
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Cheria had taken a seat, carefully drumming her fingers along her thigh as she waited for Pascal to return. And in the process, a bit of guilt had begun to settle in. She had basically forced Pascal into this, and... Well, she expected that Asbel would probably scold her for doing so. And he'd be right, this was something she shouldn't have done.
The receptionist sighed sweetly as she watched Cheria just fidget in her seat. She was adorable. And she deserved to be beautiful. So when she noticed a light blinking under her desk, she was more than happy. Excellent. The procedure was done... And now the girlfriend could get a turn as well. "Cheria, darling, would you like to be washed as well? So you and your girlfriend can match?"
"I thought I told you after you took her away, she's..." Cheria just shook her head as she got up. "Fine, it'll lift a weight off my mind. Where do I go?" She asked, as the interior of the building wasn't exactly the most intuitive. She had the feeling that if she started going down any one of the corridors, she'd be stuck in here for days...
"On your left. All the way down, into the personal bath. It'll be for you and your personal cleaner. That way, you can experience the kind of intimacy that comes with washing your loved one." She giggled, bowing her head respectfully towards her customer.
It was all a little much. But Cheria was not the type of girl that would question these kinds of things. So she followed the instructions that she was given, heading down the corridor until she got to a single spacious room...
Stepping inside, she immediately noticed something wrong. And it wasn't just that the room was extra steamy, because she definitely needed a warm bath. No, the surprising part was the fact that her clothes seemed to vanish the moment she stepped inside... And the fact that there was no floor.
Cheria let out a yelp as gravity caught up with her and made her splash into the pool below, all while she heard a single familiar giggle. "Oh, is that so funny?" She huffed. Great. Maybe this place was more crooked than she originally thought. If that was the case, then... then...
Her train of thought stopped as some of the hot steam blew away, and she got a glimpse of a familiar, yet starkly different figure. It was... It was definitely Pascal, though the soap that seemed to cover her hair and her nipples was a little distracting. "Pascal? Did they just dump you in here?"
Pacal giggled a little more as she came closer to Cheria. "So pretty... So beautiful... So cute..." She muttered in an entranced fashion, very quickly wrapping her arms around Cheria as soon as she got close to her so she couldn't get away... And so she could put her extra clean body to good use.
"P-Pascal?! What are you-" Cheria cried out as she was shocked at the sudden grab, only to let out a massive moan as the former ditz started to rub up against her. This was... This was so unlike her. And yet at the same time, it felt... It felt really good, didn't it?
There was no better way to describe what was happening to her. She could feel an intense pang of pleasure pouring through her, and it was all thanks to how Pascal was rubbing up against her. She wasn't exactly into girls, but she also didn't mind being with a girl like this. Or at least, that's what she thought. But now that she felt this kind of pleasure, maybe she should try and reconsider.
As she was quickly overwhelmed by the way that Pascal rubbed up against her, the soapy drone reached up and started to wash her friend's hair. Quickly giving it the same sort of soapy makeover as she had. All while Cheria could feel the bubbles of her thoughts popping quicker and quicker, accompanied by the intense pleasure...
Until too many of those bubbles popped, and Cheria let out a delightful moan that coincided with her collapsing into Pascal's extra wet arms while her eyes turned soapy. She trembled all over, all while the thoughts of spending so much time like this filled her mind. Her soapy Wash Drone mind, devoted to always washing away at cute girls like herself... and like Pascal... And anybody else that might come visit...
Pascal blinked a few times and giggled. Whoops. Seems like she went overboard. Oh well, Cheria was happy. She was cute, beautiful and very pretty too. And that meant that she had done a good job, even if she popped something she probably shouldn't have.
And so, she'd wash Cheria. And Cheria would wash her in turn. Until one of their friends would notice and bring them back to normal, much to the dismay of the lesbians that staffed the Bubble Beauties' Bathhouse.
With the caveat that Pascal was now perhaps a little too enthusiastic about bathtime...