A Relaxing Shower (furry)

This is a human on furry story.

Hey everyone!

Here's the next chapter of my "Tour of Booty" story. The war continues, and that means more horny rats hungry for some cock! Can Private Nicholson's privates rise to the challenge? Surely it can't get any harder, right?

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"Where the hell you been, man?"

"It's classified." Oliver answered with a shrug. Lying down on his bunk, between his two squadmates, he rested his arm over his eyes. He had still yet to decide how he was going to tell his friends about what happened. He needed to sleep, not talk. Tomorrow was going to be a long, long day. Unfortunately, lights out wasn't for another few minutes.

"Uh-huh." Private Bates rolled his eyes, going back to cleaning his never-used knife. "Well, while you were relaxing, we were doing our drills. My arms are still sore."

Edith, his other friend, looked up from her book to grin at Oliver. "He mouthed off to the general and had to do two hundred push-ups."

"I didn't 'mouth off,'" Bates huffed as the two laughed, "that bitch has it out for me. I swear she hates humans."

"You aren't exactly a shining example of humanity." she replied, smiling. "Seriously though Oliver, what were you doing? You didn't get in trouble did you? You smell like sweat."

He half-heartedly chuckled, trying to ignore the erection in his pants. "I, um ... Okay, you're not going to believe this, but ... Did you know that the rats have a thing called a 'Designated Relief Provider?'" Edith nodded, putting down her book to prop herself up on an elbow. Still somewhat in disbelief at his own situation, he tried to answer in as casual a voice he could manage. "Well, I uh, I was chosen to be one."

Edith began to laugh, until, scanning his expression, she realized he wasn't joking. "Wait, you're serious? I didn't think they let humans do that."

"There were a few other guys too."

"'Relief Provider?' The fuck is that?" Bates asked, hoping it was something stupid and/or terrible, so he could tease Oliver. He didn't receive an answer, even when he asked again. His squadmates just kept talking like he wasn't there.

"So, do you actually like ..." She leaned in, now thoroughly intrigued.

"Yup." Oliver nodded.

"For how long?"

"Pretty much the whole day."

"Damn."

"Yeah."

"What ... what does ... does their-"

"It's the same, but like with, y'know, fur."

"What about ..." Edith pointed to her mouth.

"You have to go kinda from a slight angle."

"Did you wear a-"

"No."

"Hey!" Bates interjected, "What the hell are you guys talking about?"

Edith waved him away, "I'll explain when you're older."

"Huh?" Now Bates was really confused. Was this something he could use to make fun of him or not? "What's that supposed to mea-"

The voice of their sergeant suddenly interrupted him. It was time for lights out, and that meant no more talking. Bates again repeated his question, only to be shushed. All the other soldiers quickly shuffled into their bunks, giving the occasional curious glance at Oliver. He ignored them, lying back in hopes of finally getting some rest. This hope was dashed seconds later when the sergeant stopped at the foot of his bunk.

"Nicholson?" He waited a moment for the private to stand at attention. "General Ramtal informed me of your new ... assignment. You're to report to her office tomorrow morning after roll call, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Dismissed for the night, the tired private collapsed back onto his bunk. He was the last one to get into bed, and the first one to fall asleep.

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The sun, eager to wake up the young soldier, aimed one of its beams directly onto his opening eyes. Immediately, they were closed again. His grip around his unusually large pillow tightened. It seemed to squeeze him back, pulling him closer. His face pressed lightly into it, the pleasant scent overwhelming his senses. Annoyed at the rude awakening, he decided to get revenge by not getting up. That inanimate ball of fire wouldn't best him. This bed was just too comfortable, all nice and warm and ...

Breathing?

Careful to avoid being blinded by the light, a groggy Oliver surveyed his surroundings. He was in a small bedroom, the blinds half-closed. It couldn't have been his, the wallpaper was a completely different color. There were pictures on the wall, but he couldn't make them out in the dim light. The nightstand beside him had his watch and an opened bottle of wine sitting on it. The bed sheets were all ruffled and pulled down to his feet, likely because it was so warm. He also wasn't wearing any clothes. Strange, he never slept naked. He was straddling a rather long pillow, a pillow that seemed to have an oddly shaped foot coming out the end.

Finally starting to come to, the private realized that he was holding something soft, round, and furry. Following the pillow upward, he found that the other end had what looked like a face. But it wasn't a human face. In fact, it looked kinda like a ...

The previous night suddenly came rushing back into his mind. He saw memories of his battalion marching into town. Memories of rendezvousing with allied rat soldiers. Memories of talking with a pretty lady by the lake, and being invited into her home. Memories of their bodies pressing against each other as their lips locked together.

"Mmh, good ... mmmhh, good morning." The rat yawned, pressing her muzzle into his forehead as she hugged him close. He looked up, finding the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen staring back at him. Oliver had never felt attracted to a non-human before, but the half-illuminated face that gently kissed him was loveliness indescribable. "Thank you for last night, that was fun."

"Y-y-you're welcome." The human stuttered, only now understanding that he was still fondling her breast. He felt that he should let go, but just couldn't summon the willpower to. She didn't seem to mind, arching up her chest slightly with a deep breath. With her free hand, the gray-furred lady reached down between her legs. Still not fully awake yet, Oliver watched as she lifted her hand, rubbing some kind of white liquid between her fingers. The sight made his cock twitch against her.

"Huh, you sure cum a lot." The rat brought her hand to her mouth, licking her fingers clean as she spoke. "It's still leaking out. I'm gonna have to wash my sheets."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it was worth it." Long fingers stroked his face, his body melting into her gentle caress. The pair lay there for a minute, enjoying the lazy embrace as the room gradually brightened. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as he leaned in to kiss her neck, whispering about how beautiful he found her in her ear. His hand began to gently explore her perfect body, and she reciprocated, lightly stroking his cock. Their eyes met again, and she opened mouth to speak:

"Get up, dude!"

Oliver flinched awake to find Bates shaking his shoulder. Instinct quickly took over, guiding him in jumping out of his bunk to begin throwing on his uniform. He put his pants on first, trying to hide the tent pushing against the fabric. Bates and Edith were already halfway done dressing, as were most of the other soldiers. The former made sure to sternly remind him about how mad their sergeant was the last time someone was late for morning roll call.

"Damn," said the latter, "you weren't kidding about being worn out."

Slipping on his boots, Oliver got into line a full ten seconds after everyone else. Luckily, the sergeant was too busy yelling at someone else to notice. He gave a sideways look at Bates, wordlessly warning him not to say anything.

Edith took the chance to whisper over her shoulder, "You're usually the first to wake up, what's wrong?"

"I was ... dreaming." Oliver answered, fixing the buttons on his shirt.

"Musta been good, if you didn't hear the bugle."

"It was." A slight smile began to form on his lips.

"Was it about her again?" Edith teased.

He nodded, the phantom feel of her soft fur still pressing against him. Oh, what he wouldn't have given to be back in that bed with her now. Bates, who had no idea who they were talking about, began to ask for clarification, but was stopped by the sergeant. As their commander walked down the line, telling each squad what their orders around the base today was, the private shifted awkwardly. His erection had still not gone down. Stupid parade rest making him hold his hands behind his back. The only thing that spared him from the embarrassment of anyone noticing was how thick his pants were.

The sergeant stopped right in front of him, reminding Oliver that he had been ordered to report to the general's office, immediately. He replied that he had not gotten a chance to shower yet, but was told that that didn't matter, he had to go now. So, with a parting glance to his friends, he left the barracks. Edith and a few other soldiers that knew of his new position either laughed under their breath, or stared with what seemed like jealousy. The others looked confused, wondering just how badly Private Nicholson had fucked up to get summoned to the general again. He was probably being forced to clean the latrine or something, they figured.

Jogging with a boner wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but he made good time crossing the base. At least going fast meant it was hard to get a good look at his crotch. Along the way, he noticed a trio of rats loading supplies into a truck. One of them stopped and pointed at him, saying something to her companions. Their ears perked up, looking him up and down. Apparently they approved of what they saw, as all three smiled and began gossiping to each other. News of his new position had spread fast through the rat's ranks, it seemed. No doubt all the other humans would know about it by the end of the week, too. Hopefully this news would remain good.

The two armored soldiers standing guard at the headquarter's entrance moved aside to let him through. As before, their intimidating size made him look down at his feet as he passed. General Ramtal was at her desk, handing something to her assistant, who walked out. She leaned forward, motioning for him to approach. "Sleep well, private? Ready for your first full day?"

"Yes, Yor- sir. Though, I haven't had a chance to eat or shower yet."

"Oh? Well, you got here a little earlier than I expected. I'll have my assistant bring you some breakfast from the mess hall. You can use our showers if you hurry."

"Shouldn't I use the showers on our side, sir?"

"No time, you have a full line-up today. Nearly forty women have signed up for you. Most just got you by chance, but a few apparently requested you by name. Your shift starts in twenty, same room as before. Understood?" She glanced down at his groin as she said this, but her emotionless expression made it hard to tell what she was thinking.

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed."

With a salute, the human turned and made his way out the building. As he walked, he attempted to tuck his shirt into the front of his pants a little deeper. Talking to the general had only made him harder. The medals on her uniform naturally drew his gaze to her chest, but the memory of yesterday was still fresh in his mind. He could still recall her nude form perfectly, if only because it reminded him of the lady so much. There was no way his erection would go down anytime soon, and it wasn't like he was able to relieve himself in private. Hopefully no one would notice in the showers.

He just needed to be quick and not draw attention to himself.

Easy.

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"Hey, Gina, let someone else have a turn!"

"I just put it in! Don't be so impatient," the brown-furred woman snapped at her comrade. Waving her wet tail to make the other rat back up, she turned back to rest her head on the human's shoulder, whiskers tickling his neck. With her arms wrapped around his torso, she began rocking her hips slightly, trying to grind against him. The male shivered, cock throbbing as her pussy slowly slid up and down. Not exactly the best position, but it did the job.

Oliver thought so too, or as least, it seemed like he did. It wasn't like he could say, seeing as his mouth was too busy being forcefully kissed by another rat.

The poor human had barely even begun to wash himself before being grabbed and pushed up against the wall. Nearly smothered by the six horny rodents, he could feel their wet hands greedily exploring his body, rubbing all over. His own hands, meanwhile, were quickly commandeered and guided between the legs of the two rats on either side of him. The one on the left was more allowing in letting him find his own rhythm, but the other was very clear in her preferred method. She basically did all the movements herself, guiding his thumb across her clit, leaving him wondering why she didn't just get herself off.

As the middle woman had turned around to insert him in from behind, the remaining two had begun to fight for the right to make out with the private. When one locked her lips around his, the other would lick and kiss at his cheek, trying to push herself back in control. And so, Oliver's allotted twenty minutes had quickly passed, his body and cock pulled every which way as the soldiers began rotating positions.

Not cumming yesterday was hard, but this was something else entirely. This was beyond overstimulation. He was just a toy, being used as they saw fit. Under normal circumstances, he would've been completely okay with this. But now, being forbidden from orgasming, he could barely hold on. His legs had given out a few minutes ago, but they hardly seemed to notice, holding him up straight. How he was going to get through the rest of the day, he had no idea. His balls already felt more blue than he thought possible.

There were three other people in the showers, watching, but not participating in the impromptu gangbang. One of them, a tall male with a white lower-body and black upper-body, looked on with what was clearly a mixture of annoyance and anger. He was aggressively washing himself and grumbling under his breath, making sure that everyone knew he did not approve. Oliver couldn't tell whether this was because he didn't approve of the sex in general, or because of who the sex involved. Finishing up, he made a point of grabbing his towel and walking out.

Likewise, the one woman not fighting over Oliver's dick kept making faces toward the group. Unlike the male, she was more openly confrontational, and didn't hold her tongue. Seeing this, one of the women mockingly made a kissy face at her, prompting her to roll her eyes, "Uck, how desperate are you guys? You couldn't do this with anyone else? Gross."

"Hey, that's rude. I think they're cute," said the rat making out with Oliver, finally giving him an opportunity to breathe. The soldier to his left agreed, stating that she had always found humans to be sexy.

The middle soldier was more neutral, continuing to thrust as she shrugged, "I haven't seen my boyfriend in three months, I'll take any dick I can get at this point." She took him to the hilt as she said this, shimming her hips from side to side.

"Whatever," the disgusted woman replied, "Humans are so fuckin' ugly. I'd sooner fuck a cat. At least they aren't completely furless." She turned away, making sure to not let Oliver see her breasts. Mirroring the guy who had just left, she snatched up a towel and stormed out. Oliver, too focused on trying not to creampie the woman using him as a dildo, didn't even notice.

That left only one other rat, a shorter, tannish man. Compared to the other two, he seemed much more interested in the spectacle taking place. Leaning against the wall, he watched on passionately, unashamedly stroking himself. He couldn't see the penetration from his angle, but the five round asses pointed toward him more than made up for it. Though he had tried to avoid drawing attention to himself, the show his companions made in leaving the showers drew one of the women's gaze to him. Blood immediately rushed to his face, and he covered his dick in embarrassment.

"Uh, are you jerking off?" she asked. He sheepishly nodded, blushing even harder and turning his hips away slightly. Grinning, she stuck her backside out, wiggling it at him, "Wanna join in?"

His cock let out a spurt of precum through his fingers. "R-really?"

"Sure, we got room! Seeing as Gina won't let anyone else get some dick!"

The male approached the group so fast he nearly slipped and fell. Though she returned to kissing the human, the rat that had invited him over arched her back enticingly. Her long tail swished to the side, laying over the rear of the adjacent female, giving him the perfect angle for insertion. His eyes widened as he took a moment to appreciate the view, looking like he might pass out from the excitement. No doubt he was going to be bragging about this for the rest of his life. Gingerly grabbing her waist, he aimed his cock up with her pussy, and prepared to slide himself in.

He almost succeeded.

A mere fraction of a second before the tip touched her entrance, a metal hand clasped his shoulder and pulled him away. "Woah, hey!"

He turned to face his cock-blocker, only to jump back with a squeak, dick instantly going limp. Looking down at him, through thick red lenses, was a giant rat in black and white armor. Their helmet, which wrapped around their snout, was painted with a row of fearsome teeth, creating a terrifying visage that made him back away. It was one of the Trench Raiders, super soldiers that had long been the pride of the rat army. They didn't say a single word, but the massive shadow looming over him was enough to make him know not to protest.

A second raider appeared from behind the first and grabbed the middle rat woman. With one hand, they effortlessly pulled her off of the human, pushing her and two of the other women to the floor. Just as quickly, they did the same to the two remaining rats, rudely shoving them aside. Like the male, they didn't even try to argue. The human's dick twitched in the air at the sudden interruption, futilely leaking precum onto the floor. In truth, he didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved, as he had been only moments away from cumming.

"Private Nicholson," the raider said in a deep, booming voice, "General Ramtal is looking for you."

Oliver didn't get a chance to respond. Shouldering their gigantic gun, the armored soldier reached down between his legs with lightning speed. Metal fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his scrotum, pulling his nuts tight in the sack. Squeezing harder than necessary, they turned and began toward the exit, jerking the human along by the balls. The deep, blue-ball ache was suddenly replaced by an entirely different kind of discomfort, making him dizzy. His dick throbbed, letting out another small spurt of precum onto the armored hand. Said hand tightened in response, threatening to break something. "Ah! Wait!"

The request fell on deaf ears, as they just continued to drag him alongside. Even as they stepped out of the showers, they didn't release their grip on him. Again he asked to be let go, which was answered with an even harder squeeze. Just as it felt like his balls might get crushed under the pressure, the sound of someone clearing their throat made the raider suddenly release him.

"Private Oliver J. Nicholson?"

Fighting the urge to fall over and cup himself, he looked up to find the general's assistant crossing her arms. She was shaking her head, her enormous glasses making her eyes look almost comically huge. Skinny, and very short for a rat, she wasn't exactly the most intimidating looking thing. Not that she needed to be, her guards compensated for whatever muscle she lacked.

"We've been looking all over for you. Your shift started seventeen minutes ago."