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Survivor was the first to enter the shelter, sliding in and quickly moving aside to make way for the others. Hunter came in next, and then so did Monk. It was cycle’s end; the rain would be starting soon, and they would all hibernate until the shelter opened again. Right on cue, it sounded like the rain was actually starting at that very moment.
“Ugh…” Hunter had seemed particularly exhausted this cycle, sluggish but still more than capable of putting up a fight. He had insisted he just slept poorly the cycle before, so Survivor didn’t worry all that much, especially since that pink iterator had already confirmed his rot was completely and utterly gone.
“Sleep well. Hope you feel better,” Monk said.
“Thanks…” the warrior responded.
Hunter now simply lay there on his side, eyes open as he waited for the shelter’s mechanisms to seal the pipe so he wouldn’t be disturbed the moment he fell asleep. Survivor and Monk were both idly sitting around in the shelter, neither quite tired enough yet. Over a few minutes of waiting, the noise of the rain echoing through the pipe gradually intensified, and then the shelter finally began closing.
With the loud grinding of machinery, the trio of slugcats were sealed off from the outside world, as per usual. Once the noise stopped, Hunter closed his eyes, and seemed to fall asleep very quickly, his breaths having slowed within just a couple of minutes.
Now that the scarred warrior was asleep, Survivor couldn’t help but let his thoughts run free, thinking about just how much he wanted to absolutely fuck Hunter—or have Hunter fuck him. Either one, really. He was too nervous to approach him and ask, so instead there he was, just sitting there as his tapered cock gradually slid out of his slit.
He was hard and throbbing in no time, but with the one he wanted so badly right in front of him, he didn’t have the confidence to actually jerk off, especially with his sister sitting across from him in the shelter. Monk glanced down at his pulsing dick, then smirked as she made eye contact with him, well-aware of just how badly he needed Hunter. She slinked off to elsewhere in the shelter, leaving the white slugcat’s field of view.
He felt no need to hide his cock from his sister, just resting there with it exposed. After all, she was already very familiar with what it looked like, since it was basically impossible to hide random boners from someone else you were traveling with. When Hunter joined their little group, Survivor had only ended up accidentally showing his cock more frequently with him getting horny over the scarred slugcat so often.
Although he was going to just keep sitting there, he was suddenly startled out of his thoughts by a yellow paw wrapping around his dick. “W-What?! What are you—?” A second paw quickly clasped over his mouth to stop him from yelling more.
“You don’t want to wake him up, do you?” Needing a moment to get his thoughts straight, Survivor shakily shook his head. Monk uncovered his mouth, but before he could say anything more, she spoke again. “To answer your question, I saw you had this”—she stroked his cock once, making him tense in sudden pleasure—”and weren’t doing anything about it, so I figured I could help you.”
It was his sister touching his member. “But y-you’re—”
“No, not me,” Monk corrected. “I know it’s Hunter you want, so think about only him as I take care of this for you.”
“I—”
She then began to stroke Survivor’s cock, giving him the pleasure he really needed. He was still a bit uncertain about it, but he tried to imagine that the paw jerking him off was not his sister’s, but Hunter’s. The palm and fingers carefully massaged his cock, making it feel amazing as it throbbed with arousal.
Precum began to sprout from his tip as Survivor slowly settled into the mindset of fantasizing about Hunter. He grew comfortable, giving into the feeling of his sister giving him a pawjob as she worked to gradually bring his hard, needy member to an eventual orgasm.
After not much longer, he grew comfortable, fully enjoying the feeling of Monk jerking him off, imagining the paw was that of the warrior lying before him, Hunter sliding his paw up and down Survivor’s sensitive flesh to give him exactly what he had been wanting ever since the two had met.
Perhaps Hunter would even let him fuck his ass, allowing him to rail that tight hole as it squeezed and massaged his shaft. With the blissful sensation that was traveling up and down his cock being caused by something other than himself, it was a whole lot easier to imagine the scenario. He would keep pounding away at Hunter’s tailhole until he came, filling the scarred slugcat’s insides with a hot, creamy load.
Through his lustful haze and out of the corner of his eye, Survivor caught his sister bringing her unoccupied paw to her mouth and inserting one of her fingers, briefly suckling on it as she covered it in spit. She then took that finger and brought it to meet Survivor’s body just below his cock, where he could feel the slick thing press against his tailhole.
With little resistance, the yellow digit slipped inside his ass, and Monk began to slide it in and out as she kept stroking his dick with her other paw. The act of her fingering his ass heightened his pleasure greatly, making him moan—quietly—as he basked in the way she massaged him inside and out.
Survivor also wanted Hunter to fuck him—to feel his cock spread him wide as the warm rod of flesh pulled out and pushed back in repeatedly. He had yet to randomly catch a glimpse of the warrior’s cock, but he could only imagine it would be long and tapered like his own, able to give him the ass-pounding of his life. It would feel similar to—but better than—how his sister was currently fingerfucking his hole.
Survivor began to approach his orgasm, throbbing harder and breathing more heavily as he closed his eyes, lost in yet more fantasies regarding the red slugcat he so desired. As his sister jerked him off and fingered his ass, that feeling of tension in his loins rapidly built until it was all-encompassing, and he climaxed hard.
A rope of cum was launched out of his cock, followed quickly by more. He dumped his load out of his hidden testicles, pumping out viscous, creamy fluid to sail through the air and land on whatever was in front of him. He heard Monk chuckle at something as she continued to rapidly rub his cock and finger his ass. His euphoria slowly lessened as his output weakened until it stopped, his sister pulling away from him to give him a break.
After having just orgasmed so hard to his thoughts of Hunter, Survivor couldn’t do anything but sit there in his afterglow. A few minutes of basking in that lingering high later, he opened his eyes and—
Oh. Ohhh no.
Hunter was absolutely covered in his cum.
Survivor was panicking. Hunter was still asleep, but the white slugcat would have no way to explain this once he eventually woke up. Scrambling for a solution, he turned to his sister, who was giving him a rather devious smirk, as if she had intentionally aimed his cock towards Hunter while he was cumming.
Before he could process the implications of that, She spoke. “Well, are you gonna clean him up or not?”
Survivor glanced to Hunter, then back to her. “...H-How?”
“You have a tongue, don’t you?
He… did. Was she really suggesting he just… lick it up? It would work, wouldn’t it? His cock throbbed at the idea, aching for more action despite having just received some. Slowly—carefully—Survivor crawled over to Hunter’s sleeping form, which smelled of the cum coating him. With a closer look—wow… he really drained himself with that one, huh?
Leaning down hesitantly, he lowered his tongue until it made contact with Hunter’s skin, then began to lick. Tasting his own viscous seed on Hunter’s skin made for quite the slurry of brain chemicals as he devolved once more into a lustful trance, cock throbbing as it begged for more. He continued to slurp up his impressively-large load that doused the warrior, who thankfully made no signs of stirring.
As the pale slugcat dragged his tongue all across Hunter’s body, he jumped a little at a paw grabbing his cock again. A quick glance confirmed Monk was the culprit. “You can keep going. It just looked like you needed help again.” And so, Survivor continued to clean up his mess with his tongue as his sister massaged his slick penis once again.
With the intimate experience of sliding his tongue all over the slugcat he desired, collecting the cum he had spilled, the euphoria he felt from Monk stroking his cock was greatly heightened as he resisted the urge to hump into her paw. Slowly but surely, he cleaned up the still-dormant warrior of the white, creamy mess made on him.
After some time, Survivor had recovered most of his earlier load, safely swallowed into his own stomach. He now only had one spot left, which he had been avoiding out of nervousness: Hunter’s crotch. The cock slit and tailhole there weren’t spared from the onslaught of cum, and also needed to be cleaned. Staring at Hunter’s sensitive area was making Monk’s pawjob feel even better as the white slugcat grew more aroused.
Leaning between the scarred warrior’s legs, Survivor carefully licked across the slit and hole, getting a taste for Hunter as his tongue brushed along the orifices and his euphoria spiked. The paler slugcat wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible, but was dissuaded when Hunter twitched in his sleep from having his delicate flesh licked. On top of that, Survivor was getting close from his sister rubbing his cock, and tonguing the red slugcat was rapidly bringing him to orgasm.
The moment he captured the last of his old cum, he was at his peak. Not willing to risk another mess, he quickly pulled away, then used his flexibility to curl inward on his body to take his own drooling, throbbing cock into his own mouth, pushing into his throat. Immediately, he came hard, and began to pump another hot load out and into his stomach as he sucked his own shaft. Monk let out a surprised “Oh!” at his sudden self-sucking as it physically forced her paw off of his dick.
She quickly adapted, using her mouth to lube one of her fingers, and then promptly used it to furiously fingerfuck Survivor’s available tailhole again, heightening his utter euphoria even further as he pumped even more cum through the length of his cock. Letting out muffled moans into his dick, pump after pump of hot, viscous seed was shot down his throat and into his belly as his sister helped him dump out a massive load.
When the ropes from his orgasm finally began to slow, and then stopped, Survivor pulled off of his cock as Monk retrieved her finger from his tailhole. He lay there in utter bliss, so mentally disheveled from how hard he just came that not a single thought came to his mind.
In his state of relaxation and thoughtlessness, he had started to fall asleep without even realizing it, and promptly fell into hibernation on the spot.
Survivor woke up to the sound of the shelter’s mechanisms shuddering open. As he opened his eyes and stood up, the two other slugcats did the same. Hunter thankfully looked much more refreshed and ready than last cycle. The scarred warrior glanced at his companions. “I’ll wait outside.” And with that, he walked to the exit and left the shelter.
Survivor couldn’t stop blushing—couldn’t stop thinking about what happened at the end of last cycle. He did his best to keep his cock contained, but it still started to poke out of his slit against his wishes. It was too late to avoid getting hard, but he still needed to calm down, or he wouldn’t be able to brush it off as a random erection. Monk looked at dick, chuckling at his complete failure to not expose his loins, and then turned and left the shelter without a word.
Doing his best to wrangle his mind, he did what he could to try and get the lustful thoughts out of his mind, only somewhat succeeding. Trying his best to keep himself calm and collected—albeit still with a rock-hard boner he couldn’t get down—he went over and slipped through the exit pipe to follow the others.