All those sticky secretions are too interesting to pass up - that the spying tigerherm looks just as intrigued as you only solidies your choice.
A pleased grin on your face, you trot over, your perky breasts, soft potbelly, bubble-butt, thick thighs and package all jiggling with every step.
"...an be such a pain to manage, and - oh," the slender dickgirl spider says as she spots you approaching the group, "well, hello there!"
As all those busily scrubbing caked goo and cum off their flesh turn your way, you feel a certain sense of satisfaction at how you're at least a head taller than any of the slime-sloughing competitors.
"Well hi there," you smile and give a friendly wave to all the smaller shower-goers, "I'm new here - would you mind helping me with the stadium's third rule?"
As you expected, only some of the slugs and other slimy creatures get your reference, you make a mental note they might be a bit airheaded or otherwise dumb.
"Oh, you want to be our friend," the spider herm says, seemingly more for her fellows' sake than her own, "well sure!"
So easy.
"Thanks," you accept the group's invitation as you stride in to their shower stall while pretending to not notice the spying tiger, "I was feeling a bit out of place when I didn't see any other geckos or people from home, you know?"
They're eating up your explanation, and the plump slug girl at your side gives your leg a consoling pat with her prehensile, bright blue schlong.
"Well, hopefully you can feel at ease with others that know what's it's like to stick to things."
And there it is, you've gotten in the group without any trouble.
You wonder what you're in for as you settle back to let the rest take the lead.
Turns out its handjobs, or so you'd assume when you feel sticky fingers encircling your dong and goo-coated dicks slapped into your hands. Going with the flow you jack off and get jacked, rubbing a leech's bright red dick with your right hand and a tigerslug's blue member with your left. Each of them have a hand on your junk, which they massage and pump with tender care. You're rock hard and pre oozes even more forcibly from your cockslit, and you're not the only one to appreciatively moan in the circlejerk. Soon cum starts exploding from dick after dick, your hefty hips bucking as you blissfully blow your own load. Cum showers the lot of you as much as water for a time, and everyone's sporting a relaxed smile.
That is, until the grumbling starts.
"Ugh, a new coat of slime to wash off," the athletically muscled hagfish says as she pats at her bare skin, "I swear sometimes I'd rather just die than have to clean myself every single time I do something fun."
As her dramatic claim gets a round of agreeing murmurs from the others as they all renew their flesh-scrubbing efforts, your balls rumble and you get an idea.
"Say," you carefully broach to your brand new friends, "I know I've only got a sticky tongue, hands and feet really - but is it really that bad for you?"
This time it's the effeminately curvy leechman that replies, his high voice resigned.
"Honestly yes, sometimes - the Stadium's got really strict rules about making a mess outside of the arena or Cum-Works, and when you're always liable to make one it can be a pain to get around."
"Something as simple as visiting the concession stands or going out to watch a friend's match from the stands is basically an ordeal," the slug herm you just jerked off admits, "I'm just so sick of it all."
If your new friends are begging for it so much as this... you'll do the friendly thing, and make a sexy offer.
"Well if that's really how you feel," you say as you heft your melon-sized sack and enticingly jiggle it at them while your flexible dick wiggles like a hungry snake, "you could always end it all in someone's sack, and as your friend I promise I'd make it as nice for you as could be... interested?"
Some actually look receptive to the offer, thinking it over - but more seem disinterested, and the many-armed herm spider laughs.
"A-hu-hu-hu-hu," she giggles as many nod in agreement with her sentiment, "thanks for the offer, but we're all here to compete, not just be willing cocksnacks."
"Yeah," the leech you jerked off says as they soap and wash their dick clean as best they can, "hardships or no, we're here to go as far as we can and stuff as many unwilling people in our dicks as possible, not give up halfway!"
You distinctly note the peeping tiger herm taking notes on your exchange.
"Speaking of going," the spider changes topics, "should we do the usual?"
Oh-ho?
"The Cum-Works staff bathroom's not closed today," the hagfish dickgirl observes, "and I haven't seen that one jerk dragon around today."
"Sorry," you cut in with interest, "What are you talking about?"
"The best thing we can do to make a day at the Stadium as sticky-problem-free as possible is try to just get it out of our system early," the spider herm explains as each pair of arms washes a different part of her slender curves, "and go to a bathroom and just make as much of a mess as we can, tire our systems out."
"It does make matches a bit harder," the tiger slug admits, "since we can't use our stickiness to trap our opponents too well after doing that."
"Yeah," the trap leech says, "I actually kinda wonder if it's worth it."
The group quickly devolves into everyone offering their opinion, and it seems unlikely they'll come to an agreement quickly.
You bet you could steer the conversation around with your input.
Ability to choose or no, you find it a bit hard to choose between encouraging the group to go on their outing to the bathroom to see just how much of a sexy mess they'll make, and trying a bit harder to convince them that cocksnacking should definitely happen right now.
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