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A hot shower...

It was the lack of simple things in life that killed you, the little things one didn't notice until they were gone. Iza always missed hot showers. When he was on a ship, the Chieftain would usually let him use his personal shower, something that Iza was always exceedingly grateful for. But when they were in the field, he always missed it. And when he had been picked up by the pirate Shipmistress, and "deputized" as one of her soldiers, he thought the days of hot showers were at an end. He had served under Sangheili, and found they were much stricter with their personal quarters than the Chieftain was, who was barely ever in his room so he didn't much care. But to his great relief, the "Kig-Yar" ship of her fleet was actually quite well equipped, and he was allowed to use the warm water in the showers as long as he didn't abuse it. He had settled on quick showers mostly, but every two weeks he allowed himself the pleasure of a nice long, hot rinse.

He was reveling in the warmth of the water rushing down his skin, soaking his feathers, so lost in the warm bliss he didn't notice as the door to the showers opened, nor did he notice the very subtle splashing that got closer and closer, as large Skirmisher feet splashed in the shallow puddles. When Iza wanted to take the long showers, he always did it late in the ship's cycle, when only the skeleton crew was on the bridge, so he wasn't listening for anyone. He didn't want to hear them, and was actively focusing on the rushing water. And behind him, the group had formed. Quite a group at that.

Three of the present, Iza knew: there was Ziro the Skirmisher, who was in charge of this ship; Grev, a Kig-Yar, and Kul, another Kig-Yar. And accompanying them were six more: Kig-Yar and Skirmisher assorted. When Iza finally had his fill of the warmth, and turned off the water, he turned around, but let out a little "Bwark" at the sight of so many in his presence. He instinctively covered himself with his hands, hiding the... pleasure he had been feeling due to the warmth of the water cascading around him. He looked down at the drain, hoping not to make eye contact with anyone, and headed for his right where his towel was hung up on wall. But two particularly burly Skirmishers moved into his path, causing Iza to freeze. He slowly made eye contact with the two, their golden eyes burning in the darkness of the showers. Iza looked to his left, hoping to escape that way, but he noticed that the Kig-Yar and Skirmishers had all circled rather tight and close, forming an unbreakable circle.

And they were also nude. Truthfully, at first that didn't really bother Iza. This was the showers after all. Iza had come nude for convenience's sake, only his towel on his shoulder.

Iza opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but no words came out. He was rather nervous, and shamed, primarily because his erection was still quite heavy in his claws. Try as he might, it wouldn't go down.

"Well, well, well," Ziro said. Iza lifted his head, and looked up to the Skirmisher who was standing at the front of the group. Not the biggest, not the strongest, but somehow he commanded the authority of this ship, and all the underlings inched back and avoided his path, giving him his space.

"Is something up, Ziro?" Iza asked softly, eyes hung down.

There were low chuckles throughout the shower. Iza took a step back, but hit his tail up against the wall. "You've gained the shipmistress' favor. Some of us have been here since the beginning. I worked with Jul's father, and have known her since before she started this little piracy business. And yet you come stomping in here, and she gives you a rank, and a gun, and a spot on this ship when we've already got enough. We've all been here for months, years. And yet you think you can just come in here and earn her favor?"

"I... I..." Iza swallowed, and looked around the group. "W-what do... what do you want?"

Ziro reached forward suddenly, his hands on Iza's shoulders, and pushing him hard against the wall. Iza whimpered and looked down. Ziro was taller, quite a bit actually. And so strong. Iza looked to the hands, then to Ziro, as a cruel grin spread across his lips and he stared at Iza. Iza looked down, past their two bodies. He was still cradling his erection, holding it close to his belly as if to hide it, but Ziro's erection jutted straight forward from his hips. It was a deep, dark, grey color, and oh so thick. Powerful black veins pushed out of the skin, until it reached the engorged head of the erection. Thick and powerful, topping in a massive knot, meant to hold himself inside a mate until he was good and finished. Iza stared, and couldn't help but softly lick his lips. Ziro didn't see though, as he had looked behind his shoulder, and asked the group, "Who wants to take the front? I've got his backdoor."

Grev smiled, and lifted his hand. Iza found himself twisted and thrown. Kul and one of the particularly large Skirmishers each took hold of Iza by an arm, and lowered down to their knees. They took Iza with them, and he suddenly found himself on his knees, bent over, though his upper body held up in the grip of his two strong cousins. Looking behind him, he saw Ziro lower to his knees and reach down into a puddle of water. He got his hands wet and smooth, and then rubbed his throbbing, mammoth erection between his hands, getting it wet. The simple affection of his hands got a trickle of pre to ooze out of the slit that crowned head. He reached for that silky, wet fluid, and rubbed it down his erection slowly and carefully. Like oil, the pre didn't mix with the water, though soon enough his erection was quite lubricated, and dribbling splashes of pre onto the shower floor. He reached forward, and took firm hold of Iza's buttocks, sharp claws punching into the plump skin. He got a firm handful, and then lifted Iza's hips just a little off the ground. Ziro scooted closer, the wetness of the ground causing him to slide a bit forward more.

Iza was so fixated on the sight behind him, he didn't notice as Grev took position in front of him. Grev reached forward, and took hold of Iza's head, pulling his gaze forward. At first, Iza was treated to the muscular sight of Grev's chest. Unlike most Kig-Yar, he actually trained daily, and had a rocky set of abs on his torso that could put a Sangheili to shame. Grev continued to guide Iza's head, lowering his long muzzle until he was face to crotch with the Kig-Yar. Compared to Ziro, Grev was a bit smaller, a bit thinner, as could be deduced from their different sub-species. His erection could almost be compared to a human's in fact: having the same build, and the same thickness and shape, having a taught foreskin that Grev pulled back to expose the eager head.

With it, came a musky scent that almost knocked Iza out. Pulling the foreskin back exposed the full flavor of his crotch, and the scent quickly filled the area right in front of Iza's nose. In fact, despite the clean setting, there were many scents in the air. His shower had left him free of his odors, but the other Kig-Yar hadn't... it smelled like they hadn't bathed in weeks. Surrounded by them, the smell of musk was drowning. They were all around him, and each was rubbing himself. Looking up to them, they were all leering at little Iza, mouths slightly agape as they stared hungrily down at the little Kig-Yar. Iza whimpered, closing his eyes to block out all the leering, hungry stares. Every Kig-Yar here, rubbing themselves, aroused by his utter submission, and how easily it had happened.

Iza opened his mouth instinctively as he found his head pulled forward, and felt the long length of Grev's erection push against his beak. It would have been deflected had he not rolled out his tongue quickly, and given it a soft lick up the length of shaft. Grev was musky, and now pressed this close, the scent of male musk was stifling, but delicious as well, as he softly licked and suckled, and gathered the mouthful up. Grev chuckled softly. "Mmm... man, he is a bitch alright... ah ah... just look at him. Not an inch of resistance."

Behind him, a deep chuckle vibrated out of Ziro, as the Skirmisher took Iza's buttocks even tighter, pulling his large, shapely cheeks apart to expose the eager, flexing pucker. Iza gasped and groaned as he felt the first poking at his vent, the full girth of Ziro's shaft pushing up against his tight anus. Ziro was absolutely massive, and despite how wide Ziro had pulled Iza's cheeks, the thick, engorged head of his shaft still brushed against the inside of the cheeks, causing a bit of burning friction. Iza wiggled side to side, Ziro only pulled him harder and harder, pushing his shaft right up against tight, quivering hole. With a deep breath, Iza stretched himself wide, and the heavy girth slid into his anus, causing a loud gasp to escape from Iza.

Grev took the opportunity to push his heat a bit deeper into Iza's mouth, almost making him choke. Iza was quick to adjust his gripping throat muscles, gasping and gagging, and soon using his beak to nibble and his tongue to slurp. The thickness of the head in his mouth was quite unbearable. He was almost happy when it pushed a bit deeper, and the thickness moved into his throat, which was still extremely unpleasant but somehow easier to bear.

From the side, Kul had an excellent view of the significant bulge that had found itself into Iza's throat. Grev's thick head had slipped into the throat without much of a problem, and was traveling deeper and deeper. Iza kept gulping, as if he might swallow all of Grev up and free up his throat. He gagged and gulped and gagged and gulped, though his enjoyment was quite evident in the burning gold of his eyes. Kul's enjoyment was evident by the claw that had drifted down to between his legs, and began to rub himself quickly. He was already rather hard, and only grew harder, and harder, now dribbling white down the long shaft, his long claws using this lubrication to increase the pleasure of his rubs.

Behind him, Ziro had begun a routine of rocking forward, pushing his erection into the warm cavern of Kig-Yar's anus, and then pulling back. Although his knot made it difficult for him to pull out, and he ended up pulling Iza with him as he moved. He didn't mind really. The sensations were blinding, as he kept pushing, and pushing. And suddenly, his large, hanging balls swayed forward, and struck against Iza's rump cheeks. As he had before, Iza gasped and groaned, trying to sway his head behind him, but the occupation in his mouth was quite consuming, and even his hands were not his own, kept in the tight grip of the Kig-Yar and the Skirmisher at his sides.

Ziro was not particularly brutal with his thrusts, but he was large, and the way his engorged shaft slammed into Iza's poor anus, his testicles swung forward and smashed into his rump cheeks, leaving bruises that would be hard to explain if anyone cared to look back there. Iza grasped his hands into fists, and wiggled, testing his restraints, but found he could barely move. And when the girth in his rump slammed forward, and pressed some sort of special spot deep inside, he went completely limp.

Ziro groaned, and pushed forward. "Jeez... he's a great fuck..." He gritted his teeth, and just to be cruel, slapped Iza's rump hard with a clawed hand, leaving a red mark beside the quickly bruising skin. He rocked his hips back and forth, slamming harder and faster. "Oh, by the rings... He's a little bitch, I swear. Nice and loose... what was he doing before he... ah... before he came here..." With a gasp, and lifting onto his toes, pushing himself deeper into the body, he felt himself hilt farther than he had in any of his other "subjects".

Iza moaned around the girth in his mouth. Kul moved his gaze over the body before him, and now looked to Iza's upper chest, which was now showing quite a girth. Ziro's knot poked out of the tight skin, and if Kul looked close enough, he could actually see the throbbing under the taught skin. Iza himself could feel the full girth of Ziro from behind him, like a fiery rod shoved up his anus, burning his insides and stretching him so wide. He could feel trickles of seed splashing into his belly as Grev's pre dribbled freely, and could feel the little thumps on the inside of his belly wall as the seed went down his throat and found it's new home.

"I... fuck... I'm going to... cum... so hard." Ziro tilted his head back, breathing softly. Drool flecked his lips, as he pushed farther, slamming his erection in deeper, and then falling back, slamming in deeper, and falling back. Tears swelled down Iza's face. His eyes closed tight. A moment later, he felt a heavy splash on his side, and gasped, opening the eye to see Kul had arched his back and released a climax onto Iza's chest. He gasped, and pulled his foreskin back, splashing once more, Iza closed his eyes again.

Grev, meanwhile, had pushed forward, and suddenly released a gentle spurt directly into Iza's belly. But it was when Ziro did, that Iza groaned and mumbled around the length in his mouth. The shaft drove deeper, deeper than it had before... by the rings it felt like it had slammed past anything prior and struck somewhere deep. Kul, who was still watching the body with fascination, could stare as, like a drum, Iza's belly began to burst out and inflate, growing larger and thicker with each passing moment.

Like the shower, warm wetness was suddenly raining down upon. Iza did not have to open his eyes to know... to know that raining down upon him was the seed of the Kig-Yar that surrounded him. He clenched his eyes tight as the wetness washed over him, marking him with the acute scents of the other males. The scents washed over him, sprayed over him, heavy rope after heavy rope dribbling upon him. Some of the Kig-Yar grew too eager, one actually pushed Grev aside and, lining his aching heat up, thrust himself into Iza's mouth, slamming himself inside. Others, desperate for release, took a partner and began their own games, sodomizing and licking and thrusting and fucking each other like savage beasts. One was kind enough to take hold of Iza's aching erection, and pull the foreskin back, exposing the engorged head. A gentle lick, a soft kiss, and Iza's musky seed had added to the others, quickly saturating the ground beneath him.

The bodies continued to writhe and hump each other, furiously splashing and spraying. Ziro continued to hump and sodomize Iza, but the others continued to hump and thrust into his body, spraying him with seed. And even when Ziro clenched the buttock tight and released his final spray, and pulled his erection out of the tight cavern, there were eager Kig-Yar to fill his rump. Iza whimpered, as he was once more taken from behind, and felt the strong girth of Kig-Yar slamming inside him. This time though, there was one inside, then two, as so many bodies struggled to find an outlet for their pent up release.

In the wet muskiness, the warmth raining upon him like a heavenly shower, Iza gasped and groaned, realizing that this would not be over any time soon...