Steve sighed as he felt cum running down his skin. He turned on a shower and stepped in the spray before it had become fully warm, but he didn't want the cum matting his fur. He also reached into his sheath to wash his soft penis. He knew some guys liked satyrs with "fragrant" sheaths, but he personally didn't like the feeling of a dirty dick.
Steve opened his locker and pulled out his jockstrap and a deep blue loincloth with a gold design embroidered on it. A lot of satyrs would go without the jockstrap, but his huge balls required support if he was going to be walking or dancing tonight. The loincloth too was maybe a little out of style--too wide and too long--, but he liked the way it looked against his blond fur.
He glanced at his scuffed hooves. He didn't want to go all the way home for some hoof polish, not when the gay bar district started a couple of blocks from work. He could buy some in the store with his employee discount, but at this hour, the front of the store was practically an orgy. The boss would yell at him if he found out Steve had been in the store after his shift had ended. The greedy bastard kept Steve on the early shift because he said the patrons just used Steve instead of buying the toys.
"I guess I can always come back to see if Carlos wants to fuck again if my hooves keep me from getting laid at the club."
Steve walked to his favorite bar. Grabbing a seat at the bar, he greeted the bartender, a german shepherd satyr named Peter.
"Steve! There's my favorite stud! What can I get for you?"
"Hey, Pete. Do you still have that nice wheat beer on tap? I don't want anything to heavy right now."
"Sure thing, stallion. By the way, watch out for those humans over there. I get a real 'tourist' vibe from them."
Casually, Steve looked where Peter had indicated. A group of six college guys were sitting in a booth. They whispered and pointed at the various satyrs. The city got its share of gawkers in the satyr district. Satyrs moved here to get away from the hassles of dealing with humans, but with the state college at the edge of the city, there were always problems with frat guys out to have fun at the expense of the townies. This group included a couple of strikingly handsome guys that Steve wouldn't mind bedding. He pulled out his phone and generated a sentence.
"The college students have come to the satyr district to fuck with the locals."
That was a simple enough change. Steve deleted the word "with". Glancing up, the group was still whispering and pointing, but their eyes now held an obvious hunger.