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A Hot Shower

Written By: Skabaard

Having ready access to hot, running water still amazed Ivy, and she was far from complaining. With the twist of a couple knobs, hot, steamy water showered down onto her from a nozzle in the wall. She sighed heavily; maybe magic wasn't so bad after all. Her entire body ached, and she took a long moment to let the water beat down on the back of her neck. No one had told her that the members of the Silver Lance were so vigorously trained, and she couldn't remember the last time she wasn't exhausted.

She smiled. It was all worth it though. She had a family, friends, people she cared for, and wouldn't go back to her old life for all the gold in the world, even if it meant smelling like wet dog from being constantly soaked in her own sweat. She was used to working hard, and after her fit, athletic body had been returned to her, she had thrown herself into her training with unrivaled gusto. The other trainees could just do their best to keep up.

The husky morph's thick fur took a while to saturate with relaxing water, and she thanked the gods that the shower room was blissfully empty. She hated having to rush; she liked having the opportunity to get truly clean. She groaned internally when, as if in spite of her blissful solitude, she heard someone else enter the room with her. She worked her fingers into her scalp, scrubbing her dark, shoulder-length hair and trying to ignore the sounds of her guest's shuffling around.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when a pair of strong hands wrapped over her shoulders. "Easy there, ace." a deep, masculine voice softly hummed into her ear, "You're too wound up for someone who's impressing so many instructors."

Her fluffy tail wagged happily, batting excitedly against his legs. "Maybe," she returned matter-of-factly, "that's because people are wandering into my stall while I'm trying to take a shower. Ever think about that?"

"Of course." he said intimately, "I would never bother you while you were busy with something. It looked to me like you were just standing under the spray, and since you left the door to your stall open I thought you might need some help."

"Springing to my rescue as usual I see." The hands on her shoulders tightened as their owner chuckled and started to knead her tense muscles, digging in and working the tension out of them mercilessly. "Oh good gods." moaned the husky meekly, "I haven't had a good back rub in what feels like forever. Y-yes. Shut the door; someone might see us." She heard the door click quietly close behind her. The shower stalls were roomy, to better accommodate larger users, and she leaned back into his hands, putting her face beneath the stream of water and scrubbing her canine muzzle as she let her neck and shoulders be nimbly manipulated. "So... what brings you here to me?"

"A shower. What else?" His fingers slipped lower and dragged against her shoulder blades. Ivy leaned back harder, encouraging a little roughness. He took it in stride, continuing to whisper to her. "I spent a while rolling on the ground with this big, lust-crazed wolf morph. She went down more reluctantly than I had hoped. I'm filthy."

Ivy whirled around, ignoring that fact that it left his hands over her modest breasts. Calian's nudity surprised her, although she didn't know why, considering the circumstances. His hands darted away shyly as she took his cheeks into her fingers. She twisted the tall otter morph's head side to side, inspecting it as if expecting to find his thick, brown fur matted with blood. "Did she hurt you?"

He waved away her concerned expression. "It was nothing the medic couldn't manage. That's what the armor's for, remember? Although she certainly had one hell of a set of claws on her, that's for sure." He smiled at Ivy's unconscious growl, but stopped her at arm's length before she could jump into his arms. He waggled a finger under her nose with a smile. "Now, now. I don't want to get you as dirty as me." For emphasis, he slapped a palm down on his chest, coughing theatrically as a plume of tan dust wafted from his fur.

She slung a handful of steamy water at him before she defiantly grabbed his arms and hauled him under the water with her. "Let me worry about that." she murmured, "Why not wash two birds with one bath?" A pleasured hum buzzed in his throat as she pulled his body into hers, and he relented, letting her maneuver him directly under the spray.

Her sensitive nose twitched. He smelled more like sweat and exertion than she did. But it wasn't wet dog sweat, it was thick, heavy musk that tingled in her nostrils and sent a pleasant heat radiating through her body. "Oh..." she mumbled, "You... Y-you smell good." He smiled, but remained silent, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he let the water raining down on him cascade down his fur. It was tinted brown with the dirt caked on him, but his fur remained mostly dry, the water beading and rolling off of his body. He scrubbed a hand through his short brown hair, the only part of him that seemed capable of getting wet. He grinned at her frustration and took his hands in hers, his soft brown eyes sparkling mischievously.

He pulled her hands up, laying them on his shoulders before he did the same for her, continuing her massage where he had left off. "Otter fur." he informed her, "You've got to work a little harder to get it clean. It's dense, and the inner coat doesn't like water all that much. You have to use short, gentle strokes along the grain to get it clean. Don't be afraid to get your claws in there. I trust you can be gentler than my most recent company?"

She nodded a silent promise, trying not to moan as he kneaded her shoulders and upper arms. He used the perfect amount of force, and she took a second to feel his shoulders rolling underneath his fur before she started scouring the fur around his neck clean. She let out a shaky breath. His eyes slipped closed, and he soothed her sore muscles blindly as he relaxed into her grip. "Am I doing it right, Calian?" He nodded slowly, telling how wonderful her hands were, and Ivy gleefully continued.

She could stay where she was for a long time. He was so close to her. Barely an inch separated their furs from one another. All she had to do was lean forward to splay the entire length of her body against him. She wanted to, but she held herself off and continued to groom the relaxed otter. What she wanted more was for him to press forward, to pin her against the smooth stone wall of the stall underneath him. He could do it, she knew. He had at least eight inches and countless pounds of sturdy, well-used muscle on her. He could have taken her there and then and she could have done nothing about it, not that she would have wanted to stop him. He shadowed her with his bulk, his easy movements and ever-present smile making it seem like he oozed bold confidence from every pore.

Sometimes she wondered if he knew what he did to her, but she was sure he was aware of his effect on what seemed like half the women of the Silver Lance, and not a small percentage of the men. No matter what, though, it seemed like he only had eyes for her, despite knowing her for only a few whirlwind months. Interpersonal relationships between Lancers were common, accepted, and sometimes encouraged if the couple was liked by the others, and it seemed like everyone knew who everyone else was seeing in the showers, so to speak. She didn't care. She liked seeing her friend's jealous glares when he would walk down the halls with her hand in his, or how he would cheer her on during training when he wasn't out of the Sanctum on some mission

She needed him frantically, and she fiercely swallowed her rising ardor, determined to at least get them both clean before she tried to talk him into shoving her to the ground and using his strong body to make an unholy mess of her. She almost vibrated with need, and she was sure he could feel it, but he just continued to rub her down, studiously avoiding the curves of her breasts as if to preserve the modesty of two naked people standing inches from each other and running their hands along the other's body.

He would stand there and caress her without complaint until the world fell apart around them. Ivy knew he would never do more than she consented. She had no need to fear even a hint of unwanted passion. She wasn't sure if it was endearing or annoying, but she knew she loved it and knew from experience that it only took a little bit of pleading to get him to let loose and show her what he could do with those thick arms. "Big, strong muscles look better on you than they did on me." she told him. He smiled.

Even through his dense fur, the hard-packed muscle lining his broad-shouldered frame was clearly visible. He had a thick, barreled chest and his powerful musculature seemed to be carved from stone. Everyone in the Silver Lance was strong. She was strong. But there were many different kinds of strength, and Calian's body screamed what kind he had. She had seen him training, seen him sparring with his instructors, seen him wrestle horse morphs feet taller than him to the ground. He rarely drew his sword, feeling far more confident with hand-to-hand combat, and he was very good at it.

She wanted to lay him down and make offerings to the gods on the altar of his perfect form, and then keep him down and do so much more, but she instead whined weakly as he chased away her soreness with dexterous fingers. "I got back in time to catch the last part of your training today." he said casually down at her, "You've improved so much already. I'm so proud of you."

A hot blush colored her cheeks, and she was glad he had his eyes closed. He could probably have seen it through the fur on her face. The big otter let out an intrigued hum when she pressed forward and wrapped her arms around his muscular chest so she could get to the fur on his back. She didn't want to miss a spot, and if it squished her pert breasts into his body, she could deal with the consequences. "I could turn around if you want." he mused.

"No, no. I've got it. Don't you worry about a thing." returned the husky. He returned the favor as she scrubbed his back clean, one muscle at a time. She tried to at least give Calian the illusion that she was interested in getting him clean, and not just blatantly fondling him. She wasn't sure if she was successful. Regardless, the hum continued to rumble in his chest as her hands worked lower and lower, mirroring his on her. She tickled at the base of his thick, muscular tail, and he did the same, making her tail wag fitfully and sling water side to side. She scraped it clean with her claws as he contorted it for her, letting her reach even its tip. It was his turn to whine when she slid into a crouch and removed most of her body from his easy reach, but he dutifully returned his hands to her shoulders as she started on his legs.

His manhood was on shameless display before her. Compared to some of the other dicks people seemed increasingly willing to swing around willy-nilly, his was far from enormous, but it was a match for his masculine body, standing at a proud nine inches when hard. She vigorously scrubbed his thighs and tried unsuccessfully not to stare at him. The thick muscle under her fingers bunched and flexed as he shifted his weight from foot to webbed foot. "Ah. Wow..." he sighed, "Is this a washing, or a massage? I can't tell anymore."

"Why not both?" Ivy purred as she worked him through his fur, "Do you want me to stop?"

He rubbed her shoulders encouragingly. "No. Keep going. It feels nice." That made her smile happily and she kept her hands on his legs until his velvety fur was spotless. Her touch lightened on his calves and she looked up at him. His eyes slid open and he looked down at her along the length of his impressive body. His eyebrow quirked up. "Are you okay?" he said with a concerned expression.

Ivy barked a short laugh. Now he noticed. She could hardly breathe through how much she needed him, and she just hissed in answer. She gripped his compact hips and pressed her lips into his thigh, passionately kissing the dense muscle. Her body felt like it was on fire. The steamy water that rained down on them felt like ice by comparison, and she moaned softly as her lips drifted upward and inward, trailing along his inner thigh. His hands tightened on her shoulders, but didn't stop her.

Encouragement enough for her. She trailed a lazy, dainty claw along the top of his flaccid manhood. He tensed like she had just flipped a switch, and it jumped up into her hand, instantly and insistently throbbing. Self-control was of paramount importance to the members of the Silver Lance, particularly because, with their foes, lust was weaponized. With how readily Calian had reacted, he must have been very pent up. She smiled and rested her palm atop his stiffening shaft, feeling his heartbeat as she kissed the fur around his loins.

His hands cupped her cheeks. "Ivy." He grumbled, "What do you want me to do? Let me do something."

She slapped her other hand down on his chiseled stomach as she wrapped her fingers around his pulsing member and stroked it rhythmically. "You just stand right there and look sexy for me. I'll take care of the rest." He looked like he wanted to protest, but he just grunted when she ran her tongue along his length from base to tip. She encouraged throbbing veins to feed blood to his crotch. "You just let me take care of you, my big, strong hero. I need this. You need this. Just let me... let me make you feel good."

"Y-you always make me feel good, Ivy." he hissed as he twitched in her fingers, "You're wonderful, and beautiful, and intelligent, and I can't stop staring at those gorgeous blue eyes. You make me feel so good. Gods' Blood, so good. Let me please you."

Ivy shook with laughter. "You're standing here, naked, with his big, thick beast in front of me and your hand on my cheek like we're just out for a walk in the park. Consider me pleased. Now close your big mouth for once and let me return the favor, you... relentless gentleman, you." He sighed and sagged in defeat, lacing gentle fingers through her hair, closing his eyes again and giving himself over to her ministrations.

She huffed and nodded sharply. About damn time. She wasn't moving with any kind of vigor... yet, but he was rapidly rock-hard, his full length passing easily through the ring of her wet fingers. She cooed to him quietly and put her other hand on him, cradling his fuzzy scrotum. She smiled and squeezed gently, feeling his heartbeat in the pair of palm-filling orbs as she rolled them around in her fingers and picked up the pace of her pumping. She lapped up his length, working her way to his tip, swirling her tongue around his flaring glans. She slowed when she tasted the first bead of his musky precum, and she swallowed it greedily before the water cascading over them both could carry it away. She moaned; she wanted more.

Her lips sealed around his head and she roughly stimulated him with her tongue while pumping his shaft mercilessly. She bobbed her head back and forth and started to work him around inside her mouth with worshipful zeal. "You're so thick..." she said in a low, reverent whisper as she bobbed back for breath, "And so sweet. You've been eating a lot of fruit, haven't you?" He moaned an affirmative as she noisily slurped him back into her mouth and sucked on him hungrily, eager for more of his fluids. She swallowed what he gave her, after slicking his shaft against the tide of warm water that fought to clean his length.

She pushed forward, taking more and more of him into her long, canine muzzle with the eventual goal of kissing his crotch. She moaned traitorously and one of her hands snaked unbidden down the length of her body. It lingered for a time on her perky breasts, tugging and teasing at her nipples before it dropped to finger her slick flower. She couldn't help herself. Hearing his ardent moaning, the way his breathing was growing harder and more urgent, how his hips started to subtly rock forward, aiding her in her efforts, it made her blood boil. She crammed a finger into herself. She was sopping wet, and despite how tight she was, it was easy to add another two fingers to the first. Her nostrils flared around a heavy breath as she hooked her hand around his back and dragged herself forward.

Her gag reflex threatened her when he pressed into her throat, but she swallowed it down, ignoring her body's protests. Calian broke and shoved himself forward, pushing Ivy's back against the wall with sudden savagery. She moaned as lustily as she could, goading him on with fingers on the base of his tail. When he pulled back, she forced herself to take a deep breath before he shoved himself back into her throat. He braced her head with one hand while he slapped the other flat on the wall in front of him. "Almost." he growled aggressively, "Close. So close. Just a little more." He bucked his hips, using her throat as a wet, sucking hole as he filled her again and again. Baring sharp teeth in a snarl, he trapped her against the stone behind her with a wall of flexing muscle.

Somehow, through it all, she knew he was being gentle with her. The water falling on him rolled off his fur and dripped down, second-hand, onto her face. He wasn't exaggerating. She could feel the tension rising up in his body. He bit down on the air as he choked back a vicious growl as he tensed and launched himself forward one more time. He swelled in her throat and she pulled back enough to let him begin to empty his load directly into her waiting mouth. He pulsed furiously, shooting jet after hot jet between her teeth. She pulled herself off of him, and pulled her hand from around his waist to let her stroke him as he finished over her muzzle. Sticky, pearlescent jizz rained down with the water that fell on her until his release slowed to a shuddering minimum.

She raised her head, opening her mouth to show him how his seed filled it before she swallowed noisily and put her lips to use again, licking him clean, intent on not losing a single drop. She fingered herself until he was spotless. "Calian." she moaned, shaking with her own oncoming orgasm, "I need you. I'm so close. I need you to finish me. Please." That got his attention. He took each orgasm of hers that he wasn't involved with as a personal failure. He tore himself off of the wall and bent down with rejuvenated energy. His hands hefted her off the floor and he curled his thick arms under her tight backside. She yelped when he straightened, sliding her back up the wall and throwing her legs over his shoulders. He pulled her hand away from her crotch and kissed her taut belly, sliding his lips down to her aching womanhood.

Urgency powered him through ceremony as he ran his tongue up her drooling slit. She squeaked and convulsed as he pressed his muzzle into her dainty flower and dragged his nose across her tender button. Her back arched and she pushed herself off of the wall into him as her hands went to her chest. Along the way she dragged her fingers across one of the knobs and the water abruptly went from warm to almost unbearably hot. Electric sensations exploded behind her eyes and tore up and down her spine. Steam billowed up around them as her thighs clamped around his head and her hips spasmed uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth and snarled herself as she bit back a ragged scream. It just came out as an ecstatic whimper.

He rubbed her stomach as he licked her through her euphoria. When her legs relaxed enough to free his head he pulled back, strands of her juices connecting her loins to what was smeared over his face. He gave her a winning smile and licked his lips. "Better?" he wondered as he cleaned her with his tongue.

"Y-yes!" she gasped, still trembling with the aftershocks of her ecstasy, made worse by his probing tongue. She panted as he slowly worked her down until she finally sagged forward into his arms. He lowered her slowly to the ground and reached over to shut off the water. Their fur steamed from the heat, but the trickle flowed to a stop.

Her legs wobbled when he kissed her, but he held her as she collapsed into his arms. She returned the kiss with low-burning passion and tickled his rounded ears as she laced her hands behind his neck and pulled him further down to her. "You're so perfect." she whispered, "What did I do you catch you?"

He chortled and slid a hand up between her breasts to massage her chest. He tapped a finger on the upper curve of her breast in time with her heartbeat. "Easy." he said, his eyes sparkling, "A satchel of potions weren't the only thing you stole that night, and I'm glad you... I'm glad you decided to stay, here, with me."

Her hands dropped to wrap around his chest in a firm, soggy hug. She kissed his chest. "Me too." murmured the husky. She heaved a deep breath and blurted, "I love you Calian."

He returned her embrace and leaned his head into her hair while he stroked it affectionately. It was silent for a few seconds but for the sound of water dripping from their bodies. "I love you too." whispered the sturdy otter-morph into her hear.

"Sweet, merciful Gods, It's about time!" cried a sharply feminine voice into the shower room, "I promise to throw you two a party if you guys would just get a room already and let the rest of us shower! There's a line out here! Dripping Ichor..."

Calian threw his head back in exasperation. "Thank you for your patience, Mel! How noble of you!" He grumbled, but winked at Ivy and reached through the door to pull back a couple towels. Ivy shook herself off and let him wrap the towel around her and begin to vigorously dry her fluffy fur. She felt like a puffball after he was done and she had daintily wrapped the towel around her torso. He smiled and likewise shook himself off. It took significantly less time for him to dry, and she was quickly ushered from the stall and out the door.

She let out an embarrassed yelp at the crowd of people gathered outside. There really had been a line. At the head of the group was Mel, a thin, wiry-muscled shark morph who was displaying an unsettling number of teeth in an excited smile. She was also completely naked, showing off her incredibly toned body. She gently punched Ivy's arm before pulling the startled husky into a warm hug. "We're happy for you, babe. I'm serious about that party." she pushed Ivy into Calian and turned her head toward her him, "And you! Next time, I won't let you take the whole room to yourself. One stall per couple, thank you very much. They're big enough for two for a reason." She winked at Ivy. "Although if you're ever keen on cramming one or two more in there with you, let me know, babe." At Ivy's blush, visible through her fluffed fur, the shark let out a bout of uproarious laughter and sauntered into the showers, her thick, finned tail waving behind her as she went.

Ivy and Calian received congratulations, and even a few more propositions, but her friends were sincerely happy for them, and she found herself quickly smiling. Calian swept her off of her feet and carried her away with a broad smile. "What now?" she asked him after a moment of silence.

"What Mel told me to do," he intimated without hesitation, "getting a room. Mine's closer. And we both need something to wear... since I just remembered that we left our things in the showers. Mel's unlikely to give them back too soon. And maybe I'd like to do something a bit more... horizontal with you. If you're not too tired, that is."

Fatigue was the last thing on her mind as he swept her into his room. The towels stayed outside.