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"Thanks for inviting me Caleb, this was a hell of an experience."
"No prob, bud. It's nice to finally meetcha, too."
"Any idea when you're gonna go on one of these walks again?"
"Well, I don't do them too often, since, you know. Don't wanna get caught."
"Right, of course."
"However, if you want a place to just let it all out, there's a spa I know."
"A spa?"
"Yeah, a real nice one, too. Massages, mud baths, mixed baths… all of it totally clothing-optional."
"Don't most people wear towels at the spa though?"
"Well, here's the thing. It used to be a Korean spa, and the thing about Korean spas is that covering up is a huge taboo, so nudity is absolutely mandatory."
"Huh, I had no idea."
"Eventually, the management changed, and they stopped making it mandatory, but everyone kept stripping down anyway because it's just what they've always done."
"Interesting… And it's right here on Long Island?"
"Well, it's out in Queens, but the drive there is worth it. They even have coed saunas. My girlfriend and I usually visit there once a month."
"You have a girlfriend?"
"Hell yeah I do! Her name's Traci and I love her!"
"Is she… you know?"
"A nudist?"
"Yeah."
"You bet, a free spirit just like yours truly. She's also a Cornish-Rex so she has this amazing black and white body pattern.
"A Cornish… Rex?
"It's a type of cat."
"Huh, I've never met one before… So, uh, what's the name of this place?"
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It had been quite a while since that late night in spring when Pat strolled the suburban streets nude with Caleb.He remembered the occasion vividly: the initial shock of seeing the naked otter, the speed at which his heart beat when he finally shed his own clothes as well, the close calls, and of course, the other places he mentioned that allowed him to embrace his nudist lifestyle. There were the forest trails seldom traveled, the clothing-optional beaches in other states, and the houses of fellow nudists. While all of them seemed tantalizing, the spa stood out especially to the avian. It’s not everyday you find a business that openly encourages social nudity on its premises. And it was only an hour’s drive away, too.
The idea of visiting it had always been in the back of his mind, but between work and other obligations, he never had the time to make the trip out west. That all changed when his friend Jack invited him to see his new apartment in Kew Gardens, which happened to only be a short drive away from the spa. He responded to the invite with a "Fuck yeah!"
The wolf's 1-bed 1-bath apartment was nothing special. Stacks of unopened moving boxes still sat in the hallway and living room, but it did little to hamper the cozy atmosphere. The friends quickly unpacked the video games and got to kart racing. After they got bored with that, they switched to streaming. All the while, the spa lingered in the back of Pat's impatient mind. Occasionally, he had to remind himself it was open 24/7, so there was no closing time to worry about. After the sun had long set, the bird excused himself, saying he didn't want to overstay his welcome. With one last hug goodbye, the two parted ways.
Walking to his car, Pat immediately entered the address of the spa into his phone. Ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot. Walking in from the near-midnight darkness, the bird had to shield his eyes, as he stepped into the bright lobby. Once adjusted, he was greeted to a sterile environment of the whitest walls he'd ever seen and a hardwood floor that had been recently waxed. At the far end sat an Afghan hound standing behind an ornate, marble counter.
"Hello," greeted the receptionist from behind the front desk, "Welcome to Small World Spa! Do you have an appointment with us?"
"Oh, no, uh…" he stuttered as he approached, "I, er, I'm going to be perfectly honest. A friend recommended I come here. I have no idea how anything works here."
"Ah, your first time, that's okay," she answered.
Like clockwork, she pulled out a pair of pamphlets from underneath the counter and laid them out as she recited her customer service spiel.
"This is a list of general rules of etiquette along with a menu of the services we provide. For entry, we ask that you pay a ten dollar cover charge, which will give you unlimited access to the pools and saunas. For any other services like massages, scrubs, mud baths, et cetera, please refer to the menu. Any questions?"
Looking at the list of rules, nothing stood out as atypical: no sexual promiscuity, no stealing from the lockers, no food outside the restaurant area.
They have a restaurant?
Moving over to the menu, Pat's eyes glanced at the different available services. However, his heart nearly skipped a beat once he noticed the three digit price tag next to each service.
Now I see why they only come once a month.
"Is it okay to just pay the cover charge?"
"Of course! To tell you the truth, most of our specialists have gone home by this hour. So, that's probably your best option."
"I think I'll stick with that for now," he concluded, slipping her a ten-dollar bill from his wallet.
"Excellent. Still, if you change your mind, we will try to accommodate you to the best of our ability."
The hound dipped down again, popping back up a second later, setting a key on the counter.
"The men's changing room is over there," she stated, pointing a finger to a door on her left. "This key is for your locker. There should be clean towels and robes on your right as you enter, as well as a directory for all the facilities here. Please enjoy your stay."
"Thank you."
With everything out of the way, Pat grabbed his key and made his way to the changing room. Stepping through the door, he found an empty, modestly-sized locker room with a long bench sitting in the middle. The towels and robes were neatly folded on a shelf to his right, which also had a map placard on the wall behind it, just like the receptionist said. Aside from the one he just entered, the room had two other doors. According to the map, the one on the left wall was the bathroom while the far one led to the other facilities.
"I guess there's no better time than the present," he thought aloud, as he shimmied his jacket off his shoulders.
He made quick work of his clothes, throwing them into a pile on the bench. It wasn't until he was down to his underwear, however, that he realized he hadn't even found his locker yet. Matching it to the number on the keychain, he opened up Locker #044 and shoved everything in, then grabbed his boxer-briefs and pulled them down.
WOOSH! CREAK!
Stepping out of them, he swiveled his head around at the sound of the far door opening. Before he could make out anything, one of his talons hooked to his waistband and threw off his balance. He pinwheeled his arms, but his body was already sailing, until-
"Hey woah, easy there," a feminine voice called out.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands pressing on his back, stopping his fall. Thanks to this intervention, he was able to pull himself back on two feet.
"Thanks," the avian sighed.
"Don't mention it," the mysterious hero responded. "By the way, have you seen an otter come through here?"
"Nah, it's just m-"
Turning around, Pat came face-to-face with his savior: a black-and-white, nude feline woman. Now, social nudity was nothing new for him, but he couldn’t help but question the sudden sight of a naked woman in the men's changing room.
She caught his shock. "Look, I know I'm not supposed to be here. Usually, nobody's in here this late except my friends. I'm just looking for a friend, and once I find him, I'll be out of your business, capisce?"
Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and headed for the bathroom. Once the initial shock wore off, Pat realized something about the locker room interloper, and her uniquely colored fur.
"Wait a minute!" he called out.
"What?" she turned back. "I already said I was sorry."
"No, not that. It's just… you wouldn't happen to be… a Cornish-Rex, would you?"
"I am," she answered, tilting her head. "What of it?"
"Okay, so this is probably a bit of a long shot, but… would your name happen to be… Traci?"
"Woah," she said, taking a step back. "Do I know you?"
"I'm friends with your boyfriend. Caleb?" he beamed. "He recommended this place."
"Oh, sweet! How'd you meet him?"
"Online, at first. Eventually, he invited me to, uh… go on a walk with him."
"Wait a sec… ooh, you must be Patrick!"
"Patrigue, actually," he corrected. "Just Pat is fine though."
"Yeah, he told me all about your little midnight walk."
"Oh, he did, huh?" he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Relax. If anything, I'm jealous."
"Heh, he did mention you're a nudist as well."
"Yep, he's the one who got me into it."
"He also said you two come every now and then."
"Oh yeah, we get together with all our friends for a monthly sauna night. Normally he'd be here now, but he's visiting family in Puerto Rico."
"Aww, shame he’s not here!"
Before their conversation could continue, the door creaked open again, and a squirrel came stumbling out of the bathroom with a yawn, naked as they were.
"There you are!" Traci exclaimed. "Everyone's wondering where you went."
The sudden shout shook the squirrel awake, who quickly covered his groin and took note of the two spectators.
"Sorry!" he squeaked. "Uh, Traci? What are you doing in the men's locker room?"
“Looking for you, silly. Good thing I did, too. Ran into this dude over here. He knows Caleb."
"Hi, I'm Pat," waved the dude that knew Caleb.
"Hey," the rodent weakly responded.
"So you were in here the whole time?"
"Yeah… I told you all I went to the bathroom."
"For forty minutes?"
"Yeah. So?"
A tense stillness filled the room as the two stared each other down. However, with a smirk, the cat inevitably broke the silence.
"You were whacking it in there, weren't you?" she asked, motioning to his covered genitals.
"T-Traci, don't be gross in front of the new guy," he dodged the question, motioning to the bird.
"Answer the question!" he countered authoritatively.
"I… but..."
Something must've gotten jammed in the gears in his head, because nothing came out his mouth except squeaks and sputters until he threw up his hands in an exasperated grunt, revealing the semi-chub between his legs, "Okay, fine. You got me."
"I knew it!"
"It’s just… I’ve never seen him like that, you know? With everything on display like that?” he confessed. “He’s so big… and adorable, all at once. I tried to control myself. I really did."
"Have you thought about asking him about it?" the cat fired back.
“Wh-what!?”
"Wouldn't be the first time he's gotten frisky with someone in the sauna."
The squirrel's cheek turned red as cherries and his shaft hardened.
"A-Are you suggesting…?" the squirrel stuttered. "With everyone watching?"
"Only if you’re cool with it.”
He darted his eyes left and right, internally struggling with the pros and cons of the situation presented to him. Meanwhile, Pat could only look on with conflicting emotions. After reading the words "no sexual activity" from the spa's rule list, a shameless scenario like this was the last thing he expected, especially from two people he'd only met seconds ago. Still, if Traci and Caleb have been coming here once a month every month to fool around without getting caught, who was he to stop them.
"All right," the squirrel caved. "The worst thing he can do is say 'no,' right?"
"That's the spirit! You go get him!" she cheered as he hightailed out of there.
Alone again with the feline, he figured now was as good a time as any to address the elephant in the room.
"So, uh…" he piped up. "I was curious about the whole… y'know... fucking in the spa thing?"
"Well, most of the staff isn't here this late. Plus there are no cameras since everyone goes naked here. So, we never get caught," she explained.
"You aren’t worried anyone could come in, see you guys, and snitch?"
“Are you going to?”
"No, no, just… just peculiar is all."
"How so?"
"Let's just say, if I had a dollar for every time I accidentally ended up at a sex party..."
"Wouldn't really call it a party, per se. We just like to get together and blow off some steam every now and then."
"Heh, steam. I get it. Still, how often does the average person just stumble into a scenario where group sex occurs?"
"Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing is it?"
"I'm just…" he spoke preemptively, before realizing arguing her point would just make him a hypocrite. "I guess not."
"I should get back," she said as she headed for the far door. "You're welcome to join us. Everyone in our group's really friendly, and not in that overly touchy-feely way. They respect people's boundaries."
Before the door closed behind her, she poked her head back in the room for one last piece of sage advice.
"Oh, and don't forget to bring a towel to sit on."
And just like that, she was gone. Well, not exactly gone. After all, the avian had the option to chase after her and join her sexy shindig
"Well, it wouldn't be my first rodeo," he thought aloud. "I guess I should grab a towel."
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"There you are, Traci!" the pink-haired rabbit sitting in the corner, "You missed the start of the show."
As the feline reentered the steam room, she could see the squirrel had now made himself at home on the lap of a hefty, blue, bunny, furiously making out with him. Meanwhile a dark-haired otter sat on the side, palming his erection as he watched the couple play with each other.
"Can't blame them for starting without me," she conceded. "The tension between them was thicker than the steam in here."
The Cornish-Rex stepped past the lovers and climbed up to her towel-strewn seat. Once she got herself situated, she let a hand slide down her body as her eyes locked onto the titillating sight of the two entangled men. However, before she could reach any erogenous zones, her ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. Looking up, she saw the green parrot from before standing in the doorway.
"Pat!" she cheered. "Glad you could join us! The show's just started!"
Not wanting to act like a stranger, she scooted her towel over and patted the bare wooden bench, motioning him to join. With a blushing smile, he accepted the invitation.
"Everybody, this is Pat. He's a friend of Caleb's," Traci clarified.
The moment the nudist otter's name left her lips, the avian was met with a round of hearty welcomes.
"Oh nice!"
"Welcome!"
"Heyyyyyyy!"
"Yo!"
He couldn't help but chuckle as he laid out his towel, "Hehe, thanks for having me."
The avian sat down and watched with rosy cheeks as the squirrel and rabbit continued their shenanigans. Not content with just kissing, the squirrel slid off of his partner's lap and dragged his tongue down his supple belly, until he knelt between the lupine's thick thighs. Without hesitation, he took hold of his uncut cock and impressively-sized balls.
"This is the gayest thing I've ever seen," Pat spoke without thinking.
"Ha!" the cat chortled. "You should see Caleb when he's here. His oral sounds like good mac n’ cheese."
"Pfffffft, holy shit!" he heaved between bouts of laughter.
The rest of the group laughed as well, but none harder than the neophyte nudist. Eventually, however, he caught his breath and resumed the conversation.
"I guess you two are, uh… pretty open, huh?"
"Of course. Our relationship is the best part of our lives. Why should we be selfish and keep it to ourselves when we can share it with others and feel good doing it?"
"Sounds like Perci's philosophy."
"Wait, Perci?" she questioned with widened eyes.
"Yeah, my partner. She's poly, too."
"Poodle? Purple hair? Infinity heart tattoo on her back?"
"Wh-... How!?" he squawked. "There's no fucking way! Where did you meet her?"
"Same as you and Caleb. We met online, but then I invited her to hang out and be naked with me."
"This is nuts. I mean, what are the odds?"
She shrugged, "No idea. But hey, it's a good thing we did. Not a lot of people out there like us, y'know?"
"Nudists or do you mean…?" he inquired, motioning to the other patron’s lewd actions.
"Nudists, exhibitionists, perverts, whatever label you wanna put on us. We all decided to take a risk and throw away our inhibitions. And I know it's not easy. Hell, there used to be a time where the thought of doing something like this would've scared the shit out of me. But you know what? We all did it. And we found something beautiful because of that. And I'm willing to bet you did, too."
Pondering on it, Pat couldn't have said it better himself. He was nothing like the loveless soul he used to be years ago. And while he could easily thank the various friends who've pushed him to explore his wilder side, the truth was he never would've taken a single step forward if he wasn't willing to say "Carpe Fucking Diem" and take the plunge himself.
"Amen to that."
"Damn right. Now, if you don’t mind," she said as she slid a hand down to her nethers. "I'm going to enjoy something beautiful. I suggest you do the same."
She paid little mind to the avian looking at her as she inserted her fingers into her nethers and began to moan. If she had though, she would've seen the warm smile painted across his beak as his eyes lingered on her.
"Don't worry. I am."