CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #5

 Author's Notes: Hey! Patreon has a poll option! SWEET!

I mean, they've had it for a while. But I didn't notice it. BUT NOW I HAVE. So that should make things more efficient overall, especially for people who don't necessarily feel like coming out of their shell to comment. As always, if you have something to say, you can still feel free to post in the comments.

Anyway, last turnout was option A, so it's time for some sweet Nauelli shower funtimes!

[story] [futa/futa]

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When you hear the sound of running water, it suddenly reminds you of how long it’s been since you properly cleaned up -- smuggled on board of that space shuttle had been cramped and hot, and you’d spent the majority of the ride over stuffed in a box, only your natural nauelli flexibility allowing you to remain inside of it for as long as you did. The ride over had lasted almost two days. Yeah... a shower is starting to sound really nice.

Chewing your lip idly as you stand in the middle of Siara’s living room -- far larger on its own than your entire apartment was, a half-subterranean shack that housed four other nauelli -- you wonder if the other woman would mind you joining her. It would certainly alleviate your current sense of displacement, and it’s not like you didn’t have PasTime at home... even if you only had three different networks to pick from. More than one person bathing at a time was pretty ordinary on Au 2, even encouraged so as to save water -- you’re not sure how it works here, but the idea of it being a taboo seems unlikely to you, having never experienced it.

Stretching briefly, you keep your ear on the water running in the bathroom as you start stripping away your clothes -- secretly hoping that Siara will give you some new ones eventually, even if she’s a good deal taller than you -- and toss them into a bundle onto the room’s one large loveseat. Biting your lip shyly, you make your way towards the washroom and slowly creak open the strangely oblong door, slipping inside of it and taking stock of the place.

The bathroom itself is impressively advanced, with a lot of strange appliances you don’t recognize. It’s all very bright, the place white and pristine and unlike anything you’ve ever encountered. While you make a mental note to inspect it more closely later, you find yourself quickly distracted by the figure in the shower at the far end of the washroom. The shower itself is remarkable, streams of water coming from every direction to completely immerse the tall, leggy, gorgeous figure of Siara, her hair finally down now, her glasses resting at the edge of the sink. The lack of curtain doesn’t disturb you, though the shocked look on Siara’s face is unexpected as she sees you enter, reflexively covering herself with her hands -- not that doing so prevents you from getting a look at her firm, perky breasts and a brief glimpse at her soft blue girldick.

“Wh-what... what the fuck are you doing in here?” she exclaims, glancing around her as if looking for a weapon, finding none immediately. “I told you to stay in the living room!”

You tilt your head, somewhat put off but advancing obliviously, totally unaware that someone might reject the notion of you bathing with them. Your entire body exposed to her, you slip into the rain of warm water beside her, trying to disarm her with a shy, comforting smile. “I just wanted to wash up. You don’t mind, do you?”

Siara arches a brow at you, uttering a low growl of uncertainty before sighing through her nose, retaining her poised posture as she slowly lowers her guard, giving you a better look at her impressive body, more swanlike than your own. To be fair, despite your genuine innocence in deciding to join her in the shower, sinful thoughts are already starting to spring into your mind. “I... suppose not,” she finally relents, turning around a little to face away from you and reaching for a bottle of some strange gel-like liquid that you haven’t seen before. Soaps, on your homeland, are much more coarse -- they get the job done, but are more typically made of things like ash and other chemicals. “Alright, if we’re doing this, at least wash my back.”

Blinking at the strange bottle, you do your best to adapt and fiddle with it for a moment, to Siara’s increasing impatience. First figuring out how it opens, then figuring out how the soap comes out, takes around thirty seconds -- frustratingly long for something that should take only one or two. You figure it out, though, and squirt some into your hands, rubbing the creamy, slippery mixture along the other woman’s shoulders, then her upper back, feeling her smooth skin tense, then relax, under your gentle touch. You hear a quiet moan come from her, though it’s difficult to tell if it’s one of lust or simple relaxation.

That question finds its answer abruptly when you stand up on your tip-toes, getting a peek over Siara’s shoulder -- the census worker has her eyes closed, neck tilted back, back arched slightly... and that limp blue shaft you’d peeked at before is now beginning to stiffen considerably, pulsing its way to full life seemingly without Siara’s even consciously noticing it. Of course, she isn’t the only one who’s starting to warm up. Your own shaft is starting to gradually rise up, a reaction to the closeness and nakedness and slipperiness that you can’t even attempt to suppress. Before you can properly recoil, you feel your swelling erection press against Siara’s backside, nestled snugly between the tight, perky cheeks of her ass.

There’s a moment where your heart stops, afraid of her reaction. But when that reaction reveals itself to be an eager moan, it becomes clear that you’re in the thick of it. You’re at the point of no return. The only question is, how do you want to go about this?

A) Your dick is already pressed against her ass -- surely she won’t mind if you slip it inside? +1 Aggression

B) Gently tilt her head to the side, and kiss her... then see where things go from there. +1 Sensuality

C) “Have any naughty ideas, Siara?” +1 Inquisition

D) “Tell me what you want. I’ll... I’ll do whatever you ask me to.” +1 Submission

E) Slide your dick between those thighs of hers, and stroke both of you off at once. +1 Ingenuity