“Hey Martin, since we got this meathead here back on track, should we get moving then?” Sam adjusts her maroon jacket, tidying up. “Usually they go at it for hours on end, but I’m pretty sure some of them are done.”
“Yeah, I can hear the doors closing. We probably need to get a move on.” Alex wearily stares down the other hallway, eyes narrowing in full alert.
You nod, glancing at Jessie, now that you were aware, had hidden herself right behind the big lug Tyson. Inconspicuous enough to not to be suspicious, but you knew, by her aversion to your sight, you had caught her.
“Huh? Jessie, what are you doing?” Tyson moves away when he finally notices the human behind him. His new height did not help him spot shorter creatures. Combined with his new beak, it helped even less. “I know you just saved me from whatever happened, but I don’t need a surprise hug.”
Jessie abashedly laughs along with Tyson’s guffaws, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. She scoots away from the meatshield, now fully in sight of you. “Yeah, no surprise hug, like always…. Yeah…”
“Aww, I want a surprise hug too,” Alex pouts with his best face, ruined and enhanced by his squared, feline face. “How do I look?”
“Like a cat.” Sam quickly joins in, laughing as she walks to follow you. Alex laughs along, Tyson chuckling. You do notice that Jessie stayed between Tyson and Alex, two latex creatures apart from you.
The empathetic feelings from moments earlier wash away as guilt takes its place, your scales shuddering as your mind floods with the memory.
Is that what she's so scared about?
Though you know that at a glance Alex seems to be distracted and unaware, it's clear he's looking out for danger. Sam, currently walking behind you was the most focused of the bunch. Flicking your forked tongue to taste the air, puzzlement crosses your face as the smell of latex remains unchanging.
You could only know how recent a path had been traversed by either a single creature or an entire group.
Since the air was stagnant, the smell was heavily intermingled with past sex in the hallways. Grasping your head, you close your eyes to try to regain focus, yet the intense musk does not recede, making you heady and causing your dicks throb and rise, creating a subtle tent in your briefs. A thick masculine scent mixed in with the latex began to emanate from the two other males in the group, only succeeding in fogging your mind more. Every step you take causes your dicks to rise.
Each time Alex speaks, a growl escapes his throat, but he catches it before it can fully reverberate. Tyson, on the other hand, seems distracted, eyes glossy, and drool slipping out of his beak before he licks it back in, oblivious to his subconscious instinct to flex as he walks.
Gazing back, you see Jessie is still sandwiched between beasts that could easily erupt on her any given second, transforming her. But even in your dreamy state, you knew of her reasons.
You suddenly jerk to a stop when a mixed cloud of recent latex scents hits your taste buds, before a muscular arm quickly and suddenly pulls you into a room adjacent to you.
Struggling, your squirming ceases as quickly as it came as you catch your kidnapper: the white tiger none other than Alex. A hiss of confusion escapes you when you notice the entire group was already in the room with you. It seems that your thoughts quite literally carry you away.
Sam shushes you, and Alex motions for Tyson to stand guard, ready for incoming combat. Glancing to the door, you freeze as a shadow stands in front of the door to the room, tension rising. The doorknob rattles from being locked, fists were at the ready for a pounding. The anticipation combined with your foggy mind resulted in seconds feeling like they were stretching into minutes.
The rattling stops, and the shadow walks away. But before you can relax, your scales stiffen once again as multiple shadows follow after the first. As the squeaking fades, thoughts of what could have happened should the door have gotten bashed down by horny latex creatures flashes through your mind.
You and the others breathe out a sigh of relief. You know you could have given that one your latex and have gained another member. Athough you had no idea how big this latex creature was, or the strength of all the following creatures, and you also didn’t know who they were. You had a charge to protect as well, no matter how scared she was of you. Risking her for one already lost was foolish.
As the silhouettes vanish, the tension in the air is replaced with a thick smell much like the scent in the hall, only it's presence in the room was much stronger, causing your eyes to slowly droop.
Nausea washes over you, the thick scent causing your cocks to harden into twin pillars. Your feet begin to feel vulnerable, forcing you to drop to your knees to prevent embarrassment, as if the large tent in your briefs wasn't already causing enough. Tyson moans, also dropping to his knees as his body bulges with more muscle, loud squeaking resounding as his growing pecs rub against each other, his talons flexing and curling in bliss. A cacophony of squeaking fills the room as both of your dicks rub together, joining Tyson's pecs to create a symphony of squeaks.
Even in your haze, you weren’t sure what was causing this sensation. Is it the smell?
Sam clenches her legs together, biting her lips as latex spurts from her slit. You look for Jessie, but she’s gone.
The door at the end of the room lay open.