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When Rivard promised to show Selina to one of the hottest spots in town, she didn't think twice about letting her friend lead the way: he was an expert on the local area, but it was just her first time in the state.

She couldn't think of anyone better to show her around, but there was an immediate and giant red flag when she noticed the name of the club he was taking her to.

"The Bath House? Really, Rivard?"

The doorman was so friendly that it was almost a waste; Selina was too caught off guard to appreciate his delicate candor.

"You said you wanted to check out one of the coolest places in the city, and...well, I don't think I've ever heard anyone complain after I showed them around here," the otter suggested. "They've even got a private showering area!"

"Uh huh. Private."

Those words were still burning in the back of her mind when she found herself in the middle of a wide, open showering stall, reminiscent of a high school shower...albeit, this one was kept in much better condition, giving the impression of luxury that would be fitting of an upscale, downtown nightclub.

The nature of the place seemed obvious enough, though Selina was impressed that Rivard was so bold: she never would have guessed that he'd bring her to such a place on her first night in town, but as she shimmied her way out of the tight, hip-hugging skirt that she'd picked for the evening, she had to give the otter silent credit.

Thought for sure that I'd be the one taking him to this kind of place, she quietly admitted. He's probably just in the men's room getting peed on or something, knowing him...

She'd spent so much time picking her outfit, but taking clothes off was no big deal: it was the fact that she'd gone light on her makeup that left the cheetah a step below the frustration she could have felt.

If she had to reapply everything after spending all evening getting it to look just right, she never would have entertained the idea...but with each button of her top coming undone, she allowed herself to ease further and further into the idea, thinking that it might be fun to hang out in a club where the patrons were encouraged to strip down and relax a little bit before they made their way to the dancefloor.

She didn't realize that this room of porcelain tiles and smooth, obsidian accents was as close as she was going to get to a proper dance floor; the low, soothing lights above and the accents of brilliant silver on the showerheads all amounted to little more than a distraction from something that should have been entirely obvious to Selina, based on the shape of the room.

There was an odd grouping to the shower stalls: the walls appeared like the teeth of a zipper, carved out of stone and concrete and leaving just enough of a gap that there could have been shower stalls on the other side of each wall.

As Selina picked one and tried to shrug off the lack of a curtain to block her naked bodice from anyone else that might have entered, she trusted Rivard as far as she could and turned on the water...and much to her delight, there was an immediate rush of warmth; whatever they'd done to the pipes in the building, they heated up so quickly that Selina was able to start her shower without a warmup.

Each odd, wraparound stall was fitted with a detachable wand, and as far as the cheetah was concerned, if she was going to be forced to take a second shower just to get to the dancefloor, she was going to take her time with it and embrace the small luxuries of the club.

The number of different settings on the detachable wand were as numerous as the tiles on the wall, and in just one evening, Selina doubted she'd be able to try them all out...but she started with the one that she knew would get the job done, if she placed it just right.

"Just in case things d-don't go well tonight..."

Hedging her bets was a classic move, but Selina had such legendary endurance that a quickie in the shower at the behest of a detachable wand was little more than a drop in the bucket of what she could accomplish in a night.

She didn't plan on going home alone that evening, but then...she hadn't planned on masturbating in a shower in a nightclub, either.

Thanks to Rivard, it was already a night full of firsts for the eager cheetah; as soon as she spread her legs around the wand and guided it toward her bare, tender womanhood, Selina thought she felt something pressing against her lower back from the other end of the stall.

She would have discounted it as one of the knobs to control the temperature, if she wasn't already looking right at them.

Don't freak out...yes, it feels fleshy, but don't freak out...

There was no one to either side of her, but without pulling the wand from her pubic mound, Selina looked back over her shoulder and noticed that one of the black accent tiles on the stall wasn't a tile at all...

...It was a hole to the other side of a wall, and a decidedly mustelid cock was poking through it and twitching at her with a sense of lewd expectation.

"Rivard, I swear, if that's you..."

She trailed off when she noticed the length pressing onward, reaching far enough through the well-disguised glory hole until it was pressing against her inner thigh and stroking up, closer and closer to the sensitive nub of her clit.

Even with the warmth of a pressurized stream of water already bearing down on it, Selina wasn't so foolish to deny that there was something more to the pressure of genuine, throbbing flesh against her body that a shower would never be able to replace...but the last person she ever expected to see on the other side of such a wall was Rivard.

She knew she was making a bold assumption to think that it was him in the first place, but she'd already assumed that he wasn't the type to be the aggressor in any sexual situation; the stroke of his tip against the hood of her clit was the most wonderful way to discover she'd been wrong about him, yet again.

"At least knock on the damned wall if it's you, would you?"

Struggling with the gravity of what she was about to do, but finding herself too immersed in her own enjoyment to stop herself, Selina was delighted to hear a quiet thump thump on the wall behind her, but it wasn't necessarily confirmation of who was on the other side of that wall.

What she'd actually heard was the sound of that man, whoever it was, climbing up a small set of steps, allowing his length to push through yet another false tile in the wall, leaving his member just above her reach.

"...Gonna hang out up there, huh? I guess you really don't want me to play with you after all," she murmured, a quiet, but entirely forced disappointment in her voice. "I'll just go back to showering, then..."

Turning her attention to the showerhead at the front, Selina looked up and noticed a second cock poking out next to it, and at that point, she began to wonder if there was a single tile in the stall that was actually sealed in place.

She also took stock of the fact that, with just a slight angle of her hips and a wider stance, she'd be able to play with both men at once, seeing the lower hole near the controls of the shower...but she didn't say a word about that, just yet.

All she did was close her eyes and run her fingers through her hair as if she was posing for a photoshoot: her head leaned back and her follicles dangling in the rushing water, her breasts pushed up and forth with the knowledge that the man on the other side must have been staring, and her tail lifted just enough that Rivard, as he peered over the top of the tall, could see exactly what he should have been aiming for.

It was impossible for Selina to ignore the sensuality of it all...though it wouldn't have been her first choice for a way to spend the evening, she was giving herself over to the idea little by little, knowing exactly what had to be coming next.

The tension in building up to that moment was killing her, but by the time she felt the first, golden trickling of Rivard's mess spilling over her shoulders, she was reaching out to turn off the main valve: if she was going to go down that path, she wanted the full experience...and she'd always be able to wash herself off when the boys were down relieving themselves.

"I think you missed a spot," she teased, offering a quick, narrowed glare back at Rivard and seeing his head poke over to the top of the wall. A turn back to the front revealed another male looking down at her; she didn't recognize the grinning wolf, but her lips matched his own as she pushed her breasts up with her palms, framing them as a target. "Mind helping him out? He's got terrible aim..."

The stranger was a lucky wolf by the name of Lucian: he'd run into Rivard when the otter was on his way into the men's showers, and all it took was a brief conversation to convince the lupine that this was definitely something he wanted to be a part of; when he first laid eyes on the prize, he didn't know that he had the patience about him to wait for the right moment...but he was glad that he'd listened to Rivard about syncing up their efforts.

Twin cocks pushed all the way through the wall and bathed Selina with the kind of shower that she'd never expected to receive, and even as she stood and posed between the eager men, she could hardly believe what she was doing...or how that same excitement was guiding her fingertips back down her body.

With one arm, she kept her breasts cupped for Lucian, allowing his golden offering to pool in her cleavage and make a small reservoir on her forearm, but her other paw refused to be idle when she had such an impressive body to display: she knew Rivard was admiring both of her holes when she reached between her legs and parted her womanhood for him, giving him a backside spread that made it hard for him to keep going.

There was only one place for all of his juices to leak from, after all, and the stream of his piss was slowing, little by little, as it poured over her lower back and soaked her rump; it would only be a matter of seconds before he was too erect to coat her with anything but the stuff that she was really after.

"Have you two been planning this out for a while?" she asked, feeling an impressive rush when she finally lowered her arm and watched the last trickling of Lucian's juices spill across her tits. "Feels like you've been holding that in for quite some time...when was the last time you went to the bathroom, Rivard?"

She was glad to have seen his brilliant, green follicles creeping over the top edge of the divided shower stalls, but the moment he popped back down, she could see new life twitching in his length: it was in the lower hole almost immediately, and while she was enjoying the sight of it, she only allowed her tail to brush back and forth over his shaft as she turned her attention back the other way.

Lucian had plenty of flesh to offer, and Selina only had to bend at the hip just a little bit to come face to face with the tip of his tool...before she offered it a delicate kiss, cleaning the last of the golden drops from the warm, pink flesh.

"I know I'm breathtaking, but you two _could_contribute something to the conversation," Selina muttered, letting her cheek brush up and down the side of Lucian's shaft as she did. "Just saying."

Tasting the very last of his spilled mess on the end of his length, Selina was getting to know Lucian in quite the intimate way...such a way that words wouldn't have been able to reach in such a short amount of time.

To hear him growling and groaning on the other side of the wall would suffice, for then, but her skillful tail was still trying to milk a few words out of the guilty otter, as it coiled tight around the base of his shaft, keeping it from lining up properly with her dripping, eager mound.

"Gonna answer for your crimes, Rivard...?" she asked, between long, affectionate draws of her tongue on Lucian's twitching member. "Cause you know I'm not letting you in until you do!"

She couldn't have guessed at how many other men were on the other side of the wall, either waiting their turn or having a little fun, inspired by their antics...but she'd keep everyone waiting all night if she had to, just to make the bashful otter own up to his ploy.

Having the cover of the wall emboldened him, but now that he'd been found out, he was reduced to a trembling mess, right down to the quivering tip of his cock.

"Look, it...it wasn't my..." he started spilling a lie as the head of his manhood spilled a tiny gush of precum into Selina's fur. "I just didn't think you'd have agreed to come here if you knew!"

"I'm just surprised that I'm the one in here instead of you," Selina admitted. "Though, you are quite a gentleman for letting me go first; I suppose that kind of chivalry deserves a reward."

Rivard wasn't used to the idea of being rewarded at all in a sexual situation, but he was quick to come around to the idea when Selina flicked her tail aside and pushed the gap of her thighs around either side of his shaft, using his own precum as makeshift lube to prepare him for entry.

It drew a brief, chirping giggle from the feline, but that sound was washed away by the wave of bliss that followed, and the high-pitched whimper that passed her lips when she felt the tip of Rivard's cock kissing her petals and easing right through them.

"And I d-deserve a reward of my own," she trembled all the way through her declaration, "For getting peed on b-by a couple of fucking perverts..."

Her backside bumped into the wall as she took the full length of the otter's cock, and paws pressed into the tiles on the other end as she steadied herself in place, keeping her lips right near the end of Lucian's tasty flesh.

Opening wider than her usual kiss, she welcomed that tip onto her lower lip and then across the soothing bed of her tongue; with such an impressive girth settled against the roof of her muzzle, she was going to need the boys to pick up the conversation where she left it, but she took silent pride in the quiet, gasping sounds that poured over the wall, instead.

If they couldn't find the words to describe how amazing it felt to be inside of her, that was just one more stroke to her already inflated ego.

"I saw that look on your face the whole time, you know," Lucian finally spoke up, allowing Selina to hear the full, gruff tone of his voice for the very first time. "You can pretend that you weren't loving every second of that, but...that's all it would be."

If she wasn't locked into place by the pair of lengths she was contending with, Selina might have threatened to pull away from the blowjob.

Were she desperate, she certainly could have, but the further she worked her mouth onto the pulsing shaft, the more she wanted to see how just how far she could take it...and there was no use in her playing pretend any longer.

She didn't know that she was going to enjoy herself so much when she allowed Rivard to convince her to go inside, but now that she was settled and comfortable in the stall, she was struggling to think of a better way that the evening could have gone.

Keeping any train of thought was proving tough when she was finding just how eager the otter could be when he was given a chance to come out of his shell a little bit.

"Never would have guessed t-that she'd be into this," Rivard admitted from the other side, "But I think she...s-she likes it even more than I do."

It wasn't hard to find the otter on his knees, being bathed with the stored juices of whoever felt like taking a leak on him, but now that he'd had the shoe on the other foot, he was hoping and praying that he could convince Selina to let him try it again at his place, when the evening was through.

He'd leave it up to her if Lucian was invited to come back with them, but he wasn't going to get in the way of the wolf's enjoyment, now that he was swabbing the back of her throat with the tip of his cock.

"Maybe she should return the favor a little bit?" Lucian suggested. On his side of the wall, he gripped the showerhead for leverage and finally gave Selina a genuine thrust, pushing his impressive girth as far as the restrictions of the wall would allow. "By the sound of it, you wouldn't mind if she made a mess of you , too."

Selina was already leaning to that idea, but she wanted to make sure the otter was buried nice and deep inside of her passage before she gave any such thing a try: she didn't want him squirming back away when he felt the first of her heated streams pouring back over his lap.

She also didn't think he'd pass up on that kind of opportunity in the first place.

"Not like she will," Rivard boldly proclaimed, thinking himself in a position of dominance over the cat; he wasn't entirely wrong, given the way that she was trapped in the stall from both sides, but he didn't realize the kind of feelings that were stirring in the lucky cheetah as she carried on.

In truth, she was enjoying herself too much to act so hastily, and she worried that she'd force the otter to blow his load if she allowed him to feel that extra sensation: she was the one holding out on him this time, and keeping Lucian from putting that idea further into the otter's head was her highest priority.

Guess I'll literally have to suck his brains out, she thought, and the tip of her tail hooked and curled at the thought of the same. As much as she was already enjoying the slow, easy thrusts of the wolf, she was even more delighted to meet with them and rock forward on her tiptoes, leaning up just enough to meet with Lucian on the front end of the action and rolling back just in time to meet with Rivard's eager pace.

She'd never been filled from both ends before, much less by the same pair of cocks that just spilled a different kind of load all over her, but the greater question seemed to be if there was any limit to the depravity that she'd allow herself to get up to, that evening; her curled, grinning lips, smiling around her mouthful, would have argued that she was just getting started, even as the minutes and the thrusts piled up.

Inner muscles were already fluttering with eager bliss around the otter's cock, bringing him closer and closer to his release: all Selina had to do was throw her hips back at the wall and slam her ass into the tiles to pull every inch of his tasty member into her body, and for a moment, she decided to give Rivard an extra treat.

The wealth of pleasure that was gathering at the peak of her womanhood swayed her decision as she pressed one set of lips to the very base of Lucian's cock, letting him fuck her throat with as much ferocity as he desired...but for that term, she focused purely on the lucky otter, pounding her body into the other wall and bucking against his length with such intensity that she almost knocked him over.

"Taking the whole thing...a-and she's not even gagging!" Lucian praised her as he slammed his fist against the wall, struggling not to pour his load right down her throat and into her stomach, but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. "You didn't t-tell me she could..._ohfuck..._t-that she could do that!"

Rivard was just as blown away by her performance, even if she was using another part of her body to thrill him...his tool was _glistening_with her plentiful juices, but as he watched them gathering on his tender flesh, he noticed an extra warmth trickling near the base...

...And when she didn't slow down her aggressive, thrusting approach, he couldn't wait to see what a terrible mess she was going to make of him in her active, eager revenge.

"Didn't know she could," Rivard confessed, his voice hurried and tight as he gripped the knobs in his own shower, grateful that he had anything to hold onto; she would have finished him off right then and there without a form of purchase, but even having something to grab onto only bought him a few extra moments. "Or that s-she could fuck like this...h-holy shit, Selina!"

The tight space she occupied was meant to be a stall of debauchery, but Selina felt herself a sensual goddess in her own place of worship, and the offerings of her followers were being pumped into her from both sides as a gush of seed poured into her throat without warning.

Her tongue was just getting a chance to flicker at Lucian's balls when she felt them twitching, but moaning around her mouthful and swallowing faithfully, she proved herself a benevolent deity; she wasn't going to spill a single drop of their praises.

"Milked it r-right out of me...I wasn't f-fucking ready to cum yet!" Lucian protested. From outside of Selina's stall, he felt like he was in a position of dominance, but he was quickly coming around to just how much control the cheetah genuinely held...and ever the ferocious predator, she was marking her prey on the other end as her liquid arousal coated the otter...

...But the sheer volume of her golden blessing pouring over his lap was what finally did him in.

"Guess she's not the kind to ask if you're ready...s-she just...f-fucking takes it!" Rivard called out, twisted the knobs on the wall to milk the last seconds of the act out of his own body.

His cock throbbed with delicious force inside of the cheetah, and finally, her trembling body held still, allowing him to thrust as deep as he liked, pumping his cum deeper and deeper into her vaginal passage with each bump of his hips; she could feel that blissful weight in her womb before he was done, but she made it clear that she wasn't.

She was still leaking urine around his inner thighs and coating his sack with it, giggling around her mouthful at the continued tremors of his orgasm.

"Think she saved a little bit of that for me?" Lucian asked, wishing he could see the trails of excess seed pouring over her chin...but he could feel them, and that would have been enough for him.

He didn't expect to feel the heat of Selina's golden kiss in the least, but whipping around and pressing her leaking petals to the wolf's member, she proved that she still had a few surprises left to share with her lucky suitors for the night.

Rivard was still in disbelief when he felt Selina's mouth closing around his flesh, drinking up the cocktail of juices that she'd helped to create; he wasn't sure what kind of monster he was helping to create, but he knew he'd never be able to stop her from consuming him...