An unfinished story
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I don't want to tag this post too much, as it's only a few pages of work, and it's totally unfinished. But, since I've been away so long, and I don't plan to finish this story, I figure I'd put it out there in case any of you like what I have here. This story was going to be a big locker-room orgy, with a bunch of musk and weird species and watersports and stuff. I started writing it about a year ago, but I kinda fell out of love with the idea and stopped writing.
I'll actually be putting out new content pretty soon! Working on some stuff I'm really excited about.
In the meantime, I hope this isn't too terrible! Enjoy.
A feathered hand rested on Samuel’s shoulder, applying gentle force and guiding him down a few stairs into the sodium-vapour lit locker room. The overwhelming reek of sweat hit the pale human’s nose instantly, the stench of maleness and exertion condensing inside his nostrils.
“Are you sure about this, Alex?”
The human looked over his shoulder to the crow behind him, seeing the smiling corners of his beak. The corvid had been coercing his boyfriend for weeks about what was finally crystallizing - he certainly didn’t have doubts about it now.
“You’ll love this. I know you’re nervous, but just focus on the big picture.”
Samuel put on an anxious smile, looking back to his front and continuing into the locker room. He looked left, seeing the three men waiting for him - or, as Alex had dubbed them moments ago - the big picture. The three, a snake with brilliant blue and black scales, a dark grey sergal, and a characteristically orange-brown kangaroo, were strewn about the room in various states of undress. Some were sitting on the bench, some standing nearby, but all three of the men were clad in partial hockey gear - much like Alex, the black crow behind him.
The three waiting males, upon seeing their entertainment enter the room, all called out some sort of greeting. Samuel smiled and replied to the group, noticing how their pace of undress sped with excitement. The human lingered in the corner of the room, close to his crow - who, also, was stripping. He leaned in and whispered.
“What do I do?”
The crow grabbed his butt, causing the human to flinch.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you. You might want to take your clothes off, though.”
The crow shot him an assertive look, but he quickly broke it and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the forehead.
“Just relax, okay?”
His gossamer confidence now mended, Samuel smiled shyly and began unbuttoning his pants. He watched the hockey players strip down further. The sergal was of particular interest to him - the shark-toothed mammals weren’t exactly commonplace. As Samuel’s pants fell to the ground, he felt his member swelling in his boxers as he admired the naturally domineering form of the dark-furred man. He, of course, wasn’t the only predator. He stood next to a snake, equally large and imposing in stature, a long and dextrous tail drooping down between his legs. The two caught him staring, almost simultaneously baring their teeth to show him what was in store. The familiar rush of adrenaline tickled at Samuel’s nerves, making him shiver in excitement as his worries both quelled and amplified.
Alex walked over the the bench, now fully nude. Nearly all non-humans had some sort of natural vanity, though (in the crow’s case, a plump downy sheath), and there wasn’t too much yet on display. The corvid leaned back against the wall, his feathers plumped in the leftover steam from the recently run showers.
The other men eventually followed suit, sitting down after exposing their bodies. Samuel stood before them, taking nervous glances in only his underwear. Surely, he’d be naked later that evening - although he didn’t feel ready to take that leap yet.
“Should I...” the human began, giving a strange speech to his nude pursuers. His voice simmered away, leaving him to look at the crow in his perilous state. As always, Alex had a smirk on his face, clicking his beak as he picked up for the human.
“We can start slow. How about we just get familiar, first?”
His wing beckoned the human over, and he quickly approached the edge of the bench where his boyfriend sat. Alex gently pushed him to his knees, cradling the back of his head and drawing it down to his oily feathered groin. He absentmindedly pet his boyfriend’s head, letting the oily avian musk that had built up over the day rinse through the human’s lungs. Samuel took slow breaths through his nose, prodding at the crow’s sheath and balls with his protruding nose as he rolled his skin around on the odorous groin fluff.
The human let his worries melt in his lover’s caress, letting each subtle fragrance register. The bird had a dry sweetness to him, tinting the raw scent of masculinity sourced from his genitals. The bird’s ballsack was tight to his crotch, entrapping two hefty testicles within. A smooth, moist, tapered cocktip pressed against Samuel’s forehead, drawing his attention and reflexively enticing him to begin toying with his bird’s sheath. Alex, despite the pleasure, halted the human’s actions. He pointed to the sergal at his left, hoping the human was relaxed enough to take the leap. He pulled away sheepishly, turning his head to glance at the adjacent male. Their eyes made contact for a moment, the sergal’s sapphire blues piercing Samuel’s confidence but his excited grin bringing it back.
Having hyped himself up, Samuel scooted right along the bench. He could feel every passing millisecond as his face approached the sergal’s dark grey sheath, and the dangling set of orbs beneath. He started slow, bringing his hand to the male’s sack and fondling his plump testes, but soon a feathered hand shoved his face forwards.
“Be polite, hon.” Alex chuckled softly, pressing the human’s nose directly into the sergal’s sheath. A cocktip was starting to grow, the sleek prehensile shaft seeming almost to glow a vibrant red. Moments later, the crow withdrew his hand. The lack of weight holding Samuel down was soon restored, the sergal’s heavy paw replacing Alex’s and combing through his blonde hair with careful claws.
Despite the pleasure the sergal was clearly experiencing, Samuel was soon to be passed on from his hardening shaft, too. Next in the line was the kangaroo, whose eyes gleamed sweetly down. Although none of the anthros surrounding him were particularly cliché, the kangaroo’s anatomy had a particularly interesting detail. His fat sheath drooped low between his legs, situated beneath his firm clutch of balls. His body was covered in coarse brown fur, but the patch between his legs was particularly fine.
“Alex told us you were cute, but I don’t think I got the whole picture until I met you.” The kangaroo looked down at Jason, giving him a sweet smile. The human found it much easier to bring his face into this man’s groin - a combination of newfound experience and a strange affection for the sweet-hearted ‘roo. A potent grassy musk rolled through the human’s sinuses, resonating in his brain as he sniffed at the package before him. There was a particular kick to his musk that didn’t carry in words, a spiciness that seemed to associate well with his outback heritage. The human could have drooled over the marsupial’s crotch all day, but once again his time was ephemeral. The next and final man who demanded a sampling was the snake, coated in dark scales and sitting legs-spread cockily. He seemed to be more eager than the rest, a perverted look in his cold eyes. As Justin hobbled towards him, the snake’s girthy tail began to wrap his chest in coils, pulling him over forcefully.
“Sorry little thing, but I’ve got other plans tonight. You’re going to have to get me off quick so I can get out of here.” The coils wrapped around Justin’s body were tight and unyielding, preventing him from moving his arms or body. The serpent stood up, seeming to want his pleasure standing and not sitting like the other men. “Com’on, coax it out of there.” The fang-bearing reptile was clearly referring to the long, thin genital slit he’d mashed the human’s face up against. He noticed just how subtle and dry the snake’s musk was, starting to lap at the tightly sealed slit. Eventually, Justin’s efforts were rewarded with the appearance of twin drooling cocks, each adorned with dozens of fleshy nubs.
And that's all I wrote. Sorry guys, awful cliffhanger, right?