Eventually, your birthday suit being your favorite 'outfit' decides things for you - it's shower time!
Stripping the sea-through, nightie-like dress off and throwing it on the nearest available hanger, you weave past the press of sexy flesh filling the locker room and reach the shower's entrance. From there you get a thoroughly undivided look at what the showers offer - and how wild its denizens are. Your first glance was definitely on point; you see more people being slurped down cocks and gurgled under the ever-present spray of water than you do anywhere else. Equine stallions and hung mare-herms slap their flared cocks around like battering rams, long-coated critters carefully groom cum out of their coats while pumping their cocks, and dragons take up as much space as they can, oozing dominance as easily as they do cum from their massive members. There's even a towering giant of an orca with one stall all to herself, with her dick spilling over the wall into the one beside - you can see paws vanishing down the aquatic titan's cockslit. You could feed your cock a feast in here and not even stand out; you can't wait to join in.
Although... how should you go about it?
On that one hand you could go invisible. That was at least partly your intent when you first thought about going in the showers - make the most out of your nakedness and stealthy trick, right? Your padded gecko hands and feet should easily be able to cling to the slick tiles, and with the right positioning you could drop your hungry dong down on an unsuspecting shower user's head. It'd be as easy as hunting in your old stomping grounds... which would mean a lot more here than back home on the island. You're not the biggest and baddest predator here, not by a long shot... but a proper ambush can make that not matter. The mere thought of turning some behemoth that could force you down their cock with ease in an open contest into an easy cockmeal's pretty appealing, and your balls rumble with audible hunger at the thought. You could have a lot of fun, hunting things you'd never be able to beat let alone meet elsewhere - and your junk would no doubt enjoy for the feast.
That said, a certain part of you feels it'd be almost... disappointing, to neatly dodge having to work for food - you came to the Cockvore Stadium to win your meals in the arena, didn't you?
On the note/on the other hand you could stay visible like anyone else in the Cum-Works. You don't need to leap right into slurping down meals with abandon the moment you arrive, after all - and the rules did encourage you to make friends. Honestly, that seems like a pretty appealing idea - where else will you have your pick of fellow cockvore enthusiasts to get to know? Even with nothing more than a glance around the wet room, you're practically bombarded with interesting potential friends. Over there you see a many-armed spider herm cleaning the spinnerettes on her dick's head, slugs and other stickily slimy competitors studiously trying to clean off their slime while a tiger herm watches the lot with a hungry gaze from around the corner. Over here you see that large and curvily plump komodo dragon herm getting sucked off by a busty serpent-herm while a proportionately tiny shemale bunny furiously pounds the komodo-herm's bubble-butt. No matter who you ended up talking to in either group you're sure you'd enjoy the meeting, and that's just two out of oodles of gatherings taking place before your eyes. What sorts of people could you get to know, you wonder...
You take a moment to work out if you're more interested in feeding your cock or feeding your curiosity.
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