Wails from the Jollyton Bloodship (INCONSISTENT UPDATES)

Shower Scum

The Jollies stared into the chaotic washroom in horror. It was just as bad as the lunchroom only darker and wetter. Showerheads polluted the ceiling as it rained in every square inch of the massive sized room. Benches and barrels could be seen scattered about, but no open spaces seemed to be available. The water was about eighty centimeters high and the floor was not visible because of the flood of suds. And of course there were prisoners trying to murder each other while a few others were being cooperative and peaceful and just washed up, ignoring their rowdy cellmates. Dee hid behind Dillard in total fear, she squeezed his shoulders as she whimpered his name in his ear. He put his hand over hers. "Stay close." He whispered back.

"Okay!" The Master exclaimed, quickly gaining the Jollywoodians' attention. "The lockers are on the right, you must be completely naked, and don't bother in tryin' to hide because I've got guards in each and every corner keeping a close eye on you...in the locker room that is. You're on your own once you're in the showers." The four of them shared worried and puzzled glances. "Now get in there and get clean!" She forcefully shoved them into the locker room, causing them to fall forward on the hard wooden floor. They heard the door slam shut behind them, a set of heavy footsteps made their way towards them very slowly. "Hey! Get up, now!!" All four of them scrambled to get themselves off the ground and do whatever the guard master would order them to do. "Go pick your lockers and get undressed." Grim looked at the guard with wide eyes as he asked, "Do we have to?" "Yes." The guard snarled back.

Dee and Dillard parted ways from Hildy and Grim to find their own locker. They ended up way in the back, away from the door and far away from the Glooms. "I think this is good." Dillard stated, he checked inside of one of the lockers to see if anything was inside it, surprisingly it was clean but it did have a smoky odor to it. Dee stepped closer to him so that she can wrap her arms around his torso. "D-Do we really have be completely naked?" Dee looked at Dillard with big eyes. He nodded slowly, he took the hat off her head so he could bury his face in her poofy hair. "I'll try my best to cover you up." He muttered. "How?" She hid her face in his neck. "I'll shield you with my body." She smiled, she let out a long sigh against his skin. "Thank you, Starchy." She pulled away from his embrace to stuff her- or his hat in the back of the locker. The two of them reluctantly began undressing themselves, Dillard stood in front of Dee to shield anyone's view of her. When down to just her underwear, she naturally put an arm across her chest and another to cover her crotch. "You promise you'll cover me up?" Dillard smiled at her after slipping off his shirt. "Of course. I'll protect you with all my life." Dee felt her cheeks glow, hearing those sweet words motivated her more than she had expected. She untied the bra from behind and unwrapped it from her chest. She slowly exposed her bosoms to the musty air. She looked back up at Dillard, he never gazed down. His eyes focused into her eyes, letting her know that she could trust him wholeheartedly. Dee let the cloth fall onto the ground, still keeping her focus on him. "Don't worry. It's just me." To show her that he trusted her as much as she did, he removed his pants and underwear and stuffed it inside the locker. But unlike Dillard, Dee forgot to lock her eyes anywhere above his waistline. She closed her eyes once she realized what she was doing and turned her head away. "I-I'm so sorry. I let my eyes wander." She squeaked. Dillard stepped closer to her to give her a little nuzzle. "It's okay. It's completely fine." Dee let him nuzzle her, feeling the stress slowly float away from her.

Little did they know, Hildy was staring at them from around the corner, but the sound of Grim's grunts snapped her out of it. She turned around to see her husband trying desperately to cover his private area with his loose clothing. "What are you doing, Grim?" She tried getting closer to him, but much to her disbelief he stepped back. "I don't want you to see me naked!" He pressed his back against the cold metal locker. Hildy laughed at him for the nonsense pouring out from his mouth. "What are you talking about, Grim? We've seen each other naked a million times." The dorky warlock's face flushed red, Hildy rose an eyebrow at his sudden bashfulness. "It's not like this is new to us. Bobeanie and Stitchbottom are seeing each other naked for the first time and already they're cuddling and nuzzling." Grim began to shiver uncontrollably. "I know, b-but...still. I don't feel comfortable with this." Hildy rolled her eyes, leaning against the lockers about a meter away from him. She poked her head around the corner to peep on the Jolly Royals who were still cuddling one another.