Sauna
A sleek young panther sits just beyond the doors to the sauna, uncertain if he should enter. A pawsome young horse strikes up a conversation, to help the cat decide what it is that he really wants... which may or may not be waiting in the steaming mists...
I have the feeling that this is the first part of something much larger, which terrifies me to my innately lazy core. However, it's been crying out for public opinion for some little time now, so here it is, as far as I'm able to travel thus far. Rated "Adult" not for outright naughtiness, but for a few words that hint that naughtiness has been taking place somewhere just out of range.
He sat on one of the benches outside of the sauna room, wrapped only in a towel, his sleek panther's body already the object of more than one salaciously raised eyebrow, crooked grin, or openly lewd wink. He had merely smiled and tried to look very slightly bored, as if resting from some unknown number of previous encounters and waiting only to get his breath back before launching himself into yet more vigorous sexual exercises.
He watched. He could see how the males looked as they entered and left the sauna. All of them had been well-brushed before they entered; that was just common sense. Any dirt or dust that was low in the fur and close to the skin would turn into cement once it got steamed for a while, and it would be painful to scrub or even shower off that sort of gunk afterward. It was always best to brush out one's fur quite thoroughly before entering the steam bath. One thing about jizz is that it tended to stay on the surface, crust, and rinse off easily. The sauna was connected directly to the showers, so the guys coming out didn't have to go far to rid themselves of the evidence.
And some of these guys were all but covered in evidence - some all over the backs of their legs from dripping tail-holes, some all across their chests and muzzles, some on their backs, some just about everywhere. He couldn't imagine how many of what species of males must be in there to account for so much ejaculate. He had a passing thought regarding how a CSI episode would run, having to take semen samples from off of one dazed-looking young citra who appeared to have been dipped in a tub full... and, from the look on his muzzle, enjoyed every last drop of it.
And still he watched. He wasn't really ready for this. The fantasies had been extraordinary, the porn sites catering to every combination imaginable, and the stories he'd heard from any number of sources told him even more than he could have dreamed of. The sheer ecstasy of having so many males around him, touching him, stroking his fur, reaching for his hard cock, pulling his tail upward to get a better purchase on his welcoming hole... even now, his member twitched and throbbed with anticipation. The scents and tastes that awaited him, physical sensations, the mind-reeling experience...
His thoughts were interrupted as a young, slim and well-made horse sat next to him on the bench, leaning back against the wall and sighing contentedly. He hadn't come from the sauna room, but he did have a slight sheen of sweat on him - the weight room, perhaps? Some of the members used the gym facilities more than the other spa facilities, although ultimately all for the same purpose. He watched the equine casually, looking at the luxurious white mane and feathering complimenting the black and cream coat. As if his lustful thinking hadn't already been in high gear... this young stud was exceptional. As the thought crossed his mind, the horse opened his eyes and grinned at him.
"Still not sure?"
The panther blinked, startled. "What?"
"You've been sitting here a while. Still not sure if you want to go in?"
An embarrassed snort. "I guess I'm not."
The horse nodded. "It's not always what you expect. Nothing wrong with waiting it out."
Curious, the panther looked at the horse to see if he was teasing him. Although he was smiling, the equine had no malice in his expression.
"Shall I be Virgil to your Dante?" the horse chuckled gently. "None should enter the inferno alone, the first time."
The cat smiled all the way to his eyes. "That's a pretty sophisticated reference for a scene like this."
"Some of us still have a brain, even if it's been parboiled regularly in there." The horse extended a forepaw. "My nickname is Tank, presumably for packing heavy ordnance. Have you selected a nom d'bathhouse yet?"
"No." The panther shook the horse's forepaw warmly. "I guess I could always be called Blackie."
"In England, that used to be slang for a blackmailer. I think you could get away with it here, despite politically correct speech. I doubt you'll find any of that here either."
As the two of them spoke, a pair of lithe young foxes walked out of the sauna together, laughing gently, one of them licking leftover cum from the other's muzzle. Blackie - he found himself used to the sobriquet already - looked at them with a large, anxious flick of his tail and a brief dilation of his pupils that, in other situations, would signal predation. Come to that, he thought, perhaps it's true here as well.
"I know those two," Tank observed. "I nicknamed them Click and Clack, for no reason other than that they seem to know a lot about the mechanics of things." He chuckled, the turned to the panther for a closer look. "You oaky?"
"Do you know if those two are partners?"
"In the sauna, they're practically a tag team. I don't know about their relationship otherwise. Is it important?"
The panther considered. "Probably not. I'm not in a relationship myself, or I wouldn't be here."
"You prefer monogamy?"
"Well, when I finally find a guy that I really want to spend my life with, yes, I would think so." Blackie jutted a chin in the direction of the sauna. "Maybe that's why I'm not so sure about going in."
"I'm sure you know that you're not going in there to find a relationship."
"Definitely," the cat grinned. "In there, it's sex-only."
Tank knotted his brows slightly. "You don't expect anything at all?"
"Anonymity, I would assume. No one knows anyone else - well, not outside these walls, anyway. And from that I can fathom, none want to know anyone else away from here. It's all about getting it on, getting it off, or whatever might happen in between."
"You're close. But I think you're still missing something. Let me ask you something: If I told you that I had a private room rented here, and that I wanted you to go there with me, would you?"
Blackie performed a double-take that was almost comic. "Why do you think I'd turn you down? You're one of the best looking guys I've seen today. No, make that the best looking guy I've seen in a month."
"Thank you," Tank chuckled. "But you didn't answer my question. Let's rephrase it: Would you come to my room with me in lieu of going into the sauna?"
"I'd have to choose one or the other?"
"For the sake of argument."
The cat considered. "You're trying to get me to see some sort of differentiation, but I'm not sure exactly what. In your room, of course, there's only the two of us, so one difference is variety of many versus pursuit of one. Private activity versus observed activity."
"True enough," the horse nodded. "Those are the obvious differences. Which sounds more attractive?"
"I don't mean to sound churlish, but I think it would depend upon what I'm looking for. If I'm looking for nothing but sex, it's probably the steam room."
"Then sex with me would not be 'nothing but sex,' is that right?"
Blackie managed a blush through his dark fur that made the horse smile, and made himself smile as well. "One-on-one sex is always more intimate. There's something more there."
"So if you're looking for something more, you'd go with me."
"Is that an invitation?"
"Perhaps. We've had more conversation than most people who come here would have in a month." Tank paused. "I think you really want to know what goes on in there."
"I can guess."
"But you can't know. Would you trust me, Blackie? May I be a guide for you?"
"Meaning?"
"Let's go in as a couple. I'll hold your paw as we go in, and we'll pick a spot somewhere to the side to watch for a bit. If anyone comes up to us, you can decide if you want to do anything, or just watch; anytime you want to leave, tell me, and we'll go."
"To your room?"
"Only if you wish. We can always part company at the steam room door."
The horse stood and extended his forepaw, the feathered hair hanging down prettily from his forearm. Blackie took the paw and stood with fluid grace. "Lead on, good pagan."
Together, they approached the gateway, opened the portal from which billowing hot clouds reached out for them, welcomed them, enveloped them, pulled them, took them, enshrouded them, and in moments they were gone from the sight of mere mortals, deep into the inferno...