You're still getting to know the group and it was fun watching them make a mess the first time - encore, encore!
"If it's worked out for you before," You interject, the others pausing to listen, "why not stick with it and do it again?"
While the spider and some of the leeches look a bit uncertain, they're an uncertain minority beside an entirely willing majority.
"And the newcomer makes perfect sense," the athletically muscled hagfish dickgirl says with a satisfied smile, "you heard the gecko, let's go!"
The slimiest and biggest of the group - other than you of course - promptly takes the lead, and you join the rest in leaving your shower stall.
With how much they're chatting about what they're about to do, you don't think any of them caught the tiger stealthily tailing them.
As you all leave the showers you follow their lead and don't get dressed again. Instead, you join them in creeping and crouching your way through the locker room - and find the spider herm whispering from your side.
"Well I guess this is fine," your fellow wall-crawler mutters before giving you a smile, "and sorry I took so long to ask, but what's your name?"
"Zoe," you introduce yourself in a hush as you and the spider both duck beneath a passing giant of a bullman's gargantuan nuts, "what about you guys?"
"Well I'm Muffet," the spider introduces herself while her arms all point at different people, "My strong and extra-slimy friend at the front there is Helga... and to be honest I don't know the other member's names yet!"
"Oh?"
"Why yes," the spider admits, cupping her cheeks in mock embarrassment even as she uses her other four arms to crawl past a disrobing elephant, "I'm afraid I'm not good with names at all, and they don't really stick until a member lasts for a while, a-hu-hu-hu."
Hm... so only the spider and hagfish have been doing this for a while - you wonder what that means about the others' chances in the arena.
"I guess I'll just have to work hard to be a memorable friend then, huh?"
Muffet smiles at your confident claim just as you see the frontleading Helga coming to a stop outside an unmarked door.
While several slimy competitors carefully peer about to make sure there's no staff in sight, Helga pushes the door open and you all pile in.
The moment you enter the bathroom everyone spreads out and fiercely fondles themselves. While Muffet's many hands are only giving attention to her junk and the bobbing abdomen sticking out like a tail from her rump, everyone else is groping all the flesh they can reach. They all approach their self-molestation with a sweaty sort of energy, and it soon becomes apparent why. Layers of goopy slime cascade amidst impromptu exotic dancing, and silk starts spewing from both of Muffet's ends. The bathroom that was utterly spotless just minutes ago quickly transforms into a goopy swampland as the floor drains just can't take it. The walls get caked, the ceiling's coated with webs, and you doubt any of them have enough attention to spare right now to notice the feline peeper at the cracked bathroom door.
You pump your shaft as you watch the sex shows, and you're the last to cum as everyone thoroughly enjoys themselves.
As your balls start to tingle with particularly hungry rumbling, your new friends come down from their high - and get rather industrious.
"Here, come on," Muffet says as she starts spooling and weaving thread for each of her arms to hold, "you know the drill."
The leeches in the party each huddle around one of her sets of arms, and promptly submit themselves to what looks like a cross between bondage and running their bodies over a silken washboard.
"Oh," the spider absently calls over her shoulder as you see the slugs grouping together, "could you unclog the drains? Just grab the webbing piled around the grating and dump it in the trash."
You take a moment to do just that, and can't help but notice that Helga the hagfish and the few slugs all seem to be having trouble wiping themselves down.
Just as you're wondering if that's an opportunity you spy, Helga beats you to the punch and approaches you first.
"Hey, so..."
"Zoe."
"Zoe, right," The shorter, thicker and undoubtedly heavier amazonian pile of muscle and slime says with a sheepish grin, "um, I hope you wouldn't mind doing me a favor. Could you... could you help give me a rubdown? I'm not that flexible, and there are parts I have trouble reaching."
Her explanation sounds logical, but you can't help but notice the flush to her cheeks, or the way she's gesturing so heavily towards her muscled ass and her drooping sack.
"Don't worry I'm not picky or gonna complain if you rub me too hard or anything," she assures, flushing even more as her engorged eel-like dick coils about itself, "i-in fact, I'd prefer it if you were rough, we slime-eels need it!"
Just as you're thinking of all the delicious implications behind Helga's request, you notice the slugs have also approached you.
"...Um," one of them eventually dully says, "uh... us too? Or instead? Please?"
"Help Helga or the slugs, whoever you pick it'll help us get finished faster - and whoever she doesn't help," Muffet interjects while intently focused on the rubdown she's giving the moaning leeches, "better remember we want to finish up in here fast, so don't try and wait your turn!"
At her words, you find yourself subjected to puppydog eyes from a slime eel and from a gaggle of eyestocks.
You weigh your options, comparing having some private time with the strongest looking veteran of the group at your mercy against getting three dull-witted slugs to beg for your attention... all the while remembering your slimy show had an audience.
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