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[18+] A pair of coworkers at an athletic club become better acquainted while spending some after-hours time together in a sauna.
Today’s story is the first of two parts of “Steam” by Brathor Cyr, who has been writing erotic furry fiction for nearly twenty years. You can find more of his stories in many furry spaces, including SoFurry and FurAffinity.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
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Speaker:please skip this one
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Speaker:You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Today’s story is the first of two parts of
Speaker:“Steam” by Brathor Cyr,
Speaker:who has been writing erotic furry fiction for nearly twenty years.
Speaker:You can find more of his stories in many furry spaces, including
Speaker:SoFurry and FurAffinity.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Steam”
Speaker:by Brathor Cyr,
Speaker:Part 1 of 2 The arctic fox carefully slipped his phone into his letterman jacket.
Speaker:He took a deep breath,
Speaker:then looked out the athletic club's front doors for a moment,
Speaker:pondering whether he could make the trip home.
Speaker:Ever since his older brother had taken the car they'd shared off to college,
Speaker:Sirrus had mostly relied on his bike to get to and from school and the athletic club he worked at most evenings.
Speaker:When the weather was bad, however,
Speaker:he was at the mercy of his mother.
Speaker:He didn't hold the need for her to work against her – he knew how much they needed her to take extra hours whenever she could.
Speaker:But as he glared at the cascade of drifting white snowflakes – the first major snowstorm of the year –
Speaker:he still felt angry.
Speaker:His first free Friday night in weeks and he was likely going to be stuck here
Speaker:for hours. His waterproof winter fur had mostly come in,
Speaker:which meant he could handle the bitter cold better than most.
Speaker:That wouldn't do much to aid with things like tire traction or
Speaker:oncoming cars not being able to see him, however.
Speaker:Girls were always telling him how handsome his white fur made him look, but it had its downsides.
Speaker:Sighing, he slipped his paws into his pockets,
Speaker:then walked back through the inner doors.
Speaker:Trisha, his best friend, was shutting down the reception computer system
Speaker:and making sure the desk was clear of any clutter – her usual end-of-night routine.
Speaker:“Hey, Sirrus," she said
Speaker:in the kind of cheery voice that only a dog could muster on such a dreary day.
Speaker:Something about her golden fur made her look like she always had a faint glow,
Speaker:even when it was cold and dark outside.
Speaker:It was no wonder she was so popular.
Speaker:“I've been meaning to say happy birthday all day, but I never got a chance.
Speaker:chance." “Thanks," he said in a tone that he hoped sounded casual.
Speaker:“You know how I love to
Speaker:party." His eighteenth birthday had actually been a few days earlier,
Speaker:but this had been his first day at work since then.
Speaker:He and his friend group, including Trish, had plans to get together the next night for a more typical celebration.
Speaker:Otherwise, he was content to keep things low-key.
Speaker:So, naturally, his coworkers had ambushed him
Speaker:with a half-baked “surprise" party
Speaker:during his dinner break.
Speaker:The fox appreciated the thought, but he was never comfortable being the center of attention.
Speaker:He could handle basketball because he could talk himself into believing that the crowd was paying attention to the teams
Speaker:rather than him directly.
Speaker:It helped that he played a position that was more about setting others up for success than taking fancy shots on his own.
Speaker:Waiting for a group of people you didn't know well to bungle their way through an off-key rendition of “Happy Birthday"
Speaker:was a little harder for him to process.
Speaker:As a result he'd felt mortified
Speaker:for most of the day.
Speaker:Trish, at least, had kept the others from getting one of those sugar-drowned sheet cakes from the grocery store,
Speaker:and had instead brought a home baked strawberry chiffon cake she'd made
Speaker:using a recipe she found online.
Speaker:The strawberry and cream topping had almost made the whole experience worth it.
Speaker:“You heading home now?" The
Speaker:lab asked, her tail wagging.
Speaker:He shook his head.
Speaker:“Nah, Mom's running late again.
Speaker:Probably going to be a few hours.
Speaker:Don't s'pose I could get a ride with you?"
Speaker:Her tail picked up speed but after a few seconds, her smile faltered and her tail dipped.
Speaker:“Sorry, Sirrus. Sam's picking me up.
Speaker:He wanted to take me to a movie after work.
Speaker:work." “Oh." He forced his voice to sound upbeat and even managed a few flicks with his tail.
Speaker:“That sounds like fun."
Speaker:Sam was the power forward
Speaker:on Sirrus' team.
Speaker:The two of them weren't very close, but they were on good terms because Sam was dating Trish and Sirrus had been friends with her for
Speaker:as long as he could remember.
Speaker:However, the more serious their relationship became,
Speaker:the less Trish felt comfortable
Speaker:spending time with
Speaker:Sirrus. Sam wasn't exactly the jealous type, but there were already rumors.
Speaker:He wouldn't blame the guy if he got the wrong idea about their relationship,
Speaker:and he guessed Trish was into him enough to actively avoid sending the wrong message. Despite Sirrus' effort to be cheery, the golden lab picked up on his disappointment
Speaker:and had visibly deflated from her usual bubbly demeanor.
Speaker:However, as an idea occurred to her,
Speaker:her tail perked. “I think Cole's closing up tonight.
Speaker:He can probably get you home."
Speaker:Sirrus fought back a frown at that suggestion.
Speaker:Cole was an OK enough guy to work with, but he was a bit of an ass.
Speaker:The guy was currently attending community college, but during Sirrus' freshman year, Cole,
Speaker:then a senior, had developed a reputation for getting into fights.
Speaker:In fact, the wolf had been forced to finish his final year at summer school
Speaker:following a prolonged suspension.
Speaker:Apparently, he'd gotten into a fight with some coyote,
Speaker:and the latter had lost some teeth.
Speaker:These days, the black-furred wolf had mellowed out as far as the physicality went,
Speaker:but he still had a tendency to stir up trouble with smartass comments
Speaker:and an irritable personality.
Speaker:In small doses, he was easy to get along with,
Speaker:and actually funny –
Speaker:especially when they'd had lifeguard duty together. That said,
Speaker:the wolf mostly kept to himself.
Speaker:Sirrus had just interpreted that as him thinking he was too cool to hang out with the rest of the evening staff.
Speaker:They were mostly high school kids, afterall.
Speaker:“Well, it's better than sitting here all night. I'll talk to him,"
Speaker:He said after considering Trisha's suggestion for a moment.
Speaker:“You know where he is?" “Not really.
Speaker:He was closing things up last I saw.
Speaker:Maybe try the weight room?
Speaker:I think he likes to work out after everyone else is gone.
Speaker:I could try paging him if you want."
Speaker:The club was a bit creepy with all the lights out,
Speaker:particularly on stormy nights,
Speaker:so Sirrus almost took the dog up on her offer.
Speaker:That was when a car pulled up to the front doors.
Speaker:The bright headlights illuminated twin columns of snow swirling down in thick flakes.
Speaker:The driver beeped his horn twice
Speaker:and Trisha looked anxiously towards the door,
Speaker:tail swinging back and forth again.
Speaker:Sirrus grinned. “Don't worry about it.
Speaker:Sounds like Sam's in a hurry."
Speaker:Trisha seemed like she was going to push the matter, but she seemed to give up after a few seconds of thought.
Speaker:Instead, she gave the fox a quick hug on her way out,
Speaker:then rushed out into the storm.
Speaker:It was only after she had left that Sirrus let himself sigh
Speaker:audibly. He was tired.
Speaker:It had been a long day at school,
Speaker:practice had been brutal,
Speaker:and then he'd spent another three hours acting as a referee for the local kids' basketball league.
Speaker:All he wanted to do was go home,
Speaker:crawl into bed, and then sleep
Speaker:for as long as he could manage.
Speaker:It took him about ten minutes to find Cole.
Speaker:The weight and cardio areas were dark,
Speaker:smelling strongly of cleaning products and deodorizers.
Speaker:Sirrus himself had closed the basketball and racquetball courts.
Speaker:That left the pool area.
Speaker:When he stepped into the locker room,
Speaker:it quickly became clear where Cole was. Like a lot of older gyms, each of the club's locker rooms
Speaker:included a sauna
Speaker:that was intended to help with muscle soreness and certain other issues.
Speaker:In truth, the rooms always seemed kind of gross to Sirrus.
Speaker:He avoided them as much as possible,
Speaker:and was glad Cole was usually assigned to handle cleaning them at the end of the day.
Speaker:Besides security lighting, as he crossed the locker room the only other illumination
Speaker:came from above a single section of lockers and the frosted glass door that opened to the sauna.
Speaker:Although he couldn't see any distinct forms, he did see a blurred figure moving at one side of the steam room,
Speaker:and Sirrus quickly
Speaker:put two and two together.
Speaker:He stepped towards the brightly lit door,
Speaker:unconsciously adjusting his backpack.
Speaker:Not wanting to startle the wolf,
Speaker:the fox knocked a couple of times.
Speaker:“Hey, Cole? Is that you?"
Speaker:Through the frosted glass, Sirrus saw a few quick movements before the wolf's answer came.
Speaker:“Yeah, Sirrus. Come in if you want."
Speaker:As he opened the door,
Speaker:the fox was greeted with a wave of hot, humid air that
Speaker:caused small droplets of condensation to form on his waterproof fur.
Speaker:It wasn't exactly an unwelcome sensation, but it was an intense one. Cole,
Speaker:the black-furred wolf, was seated
Speaker:on one of the tiered wooden benches that lined the room.
Speaker:He was nude except for a towel haphazardly draped across his lap,
Speaker:and two more laid out on the bench behind him
Speaker:in a way that made it clear he had been laying down when Sirrus had knocked.
Speaker:As the door closed behind him, he reflexively rubbed his nose.
Speaker:While not entirely unpleasant, the scents here were strong.
Speaker:Cole's was almost overwhelming.
Speaker:That wasn't surprising considering how hot it was in here – the
Speaker:wolf was clearly sweating, and even as he regarded Sirrus, his muzzle was parted, and a couple inches of pink tongue were
Speaker:protruding from between his fangs.
Speaker:Cole didn't play basketball anymore, but Sirrus knew
Speaker:he still worked out like he had in high school. With his fur slicked down from the moisture in the air,
Speaker:it was easier to see the definition of the lean musculature in his arms and chest.
Speaker:The wolf tilted his head after a few seconds of silence,
Speaker:“Everything alright?" “Y
Speaker:-yeah," Sirrus managed, only then realizing he'd been staring.
Speaker:He shifted a bit,
Speaker:again adjusting his backpack.
Speaker:“I was just wondering if you could give me a ride when you're finished with everything.
Speaker:The storm's gotten pretty bad."
Speaker:Cole considered. “You live up around
Speaker:Sheridan, right?"
Speaker:Sirrus nodded. The wolf rubbed the back of his
Speaker:neck. “It's not really on my way,"
Speaker:he paused, then shrugged.
Speaker:“But fuck it, sure.
Speaker:Can't have you getting stranded out there."
Speaker:The wolf adjusted his towel, tucking it tighter around his waist,
Speaker:clearly preparing to leave.
Speaker:“There's no hurry,"
Speaker:Sirrus blurted out, his voice cracking on the first syllable.
Speaker:Cole seemed surprised
Speaker:by Sirrus' suggestion,
Speaker:and a spark of curiosity appeared in the wolf's eyes.
Speaker:“I mean, if you're
Speaker:not done here, you can finish up."
Speaker:That gaze was fixed on Sirrus for several seconds before the wolf relaxed.
Speaker:Gradually, he shifted back to a seated position,
Speaker:then rested his elbows on the elevated bench behind him.
Speaker:“I haven't been in here very long, so it would be nice to enjoy the heat a little longer."
Speaker:Sirrus gave an affirmative nod of his head, shifting once more before looking back to the door.
Speaker:“Sure. I can get an early start on my homework,
Speaker:I guess." There was a pause,
Speaker:which Sirrus took as agreement.
Speaker:As he put his paw on the door, however, the wolf spoke again.
Speaker:“Despite what you may have heard, I don't bite unless someone has it coming.
Speaker:There's plenty of clean towels if you feel like hanging out in here.
Speaker:here." Cole gestured vaguely in the direction of the pool entry.
Speaker:Each locker room had a collection of freshly laundered towels for member use. Sirrus helped with the laundry from time to time,
Speaker:so he knew how meticulous the staff was
Speaker:about ensuring they were kept clean. The fox
Speaker:tried to play it cool, but he was thankful for the invitation. He didn't
Speaker:want to be alone up in the main hallway.
Speaker:“Oh. Yeah, sure." As Sirrus returned to the locker room to undress and stash his stuff,
Speaker:he was tempted to keep his boxers on.
Speaker:He soon dismissed the idea, however.
Speaker:He'd spent plenty of time in the showers and locker rooms with his teammates without issue.
Speaker:He doubted things would be any different.
Speaker:This was the first of two parts of
Speaker:“Steam” by Brathor Cyr,
Speaker:read for you by Rob MacWolf,
Speaker:Werewolf Hitchhiker.
Speaker:Tune in next time to see if Sirrus regrets leaving his underwear behind.
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