Chapter 10: Welcome to the Family

IRO

Iro woke up, his eyes heavy and reluctant to open. He was holding onto something, and when he squeezed it tighter, he realized it was a plush body pillow. His legs were wrapped around the soft cushion, his snout buried in the fabric.

He quickly assessed his surroundings and found himself still in Zeltaria’s bed. His fur was matted, probably from dried sweat, and the air held a familiar scent of semen.

A quick check confirmed that the scent was his own, but there was another, different scent mingling with it.

The soft sound of hooves on carpet, which he hadn’t noticed before, drew Iro’s attention away from himself.

He looked toward the bathroom and saw Zeltaria, freshly bathed and barely wrapped in a towel, approaching him with a wide grin on her face.

~Their face? What ~are ~they~? Iro questioned himself, his experience from the previous night causing him to doubt his initial assessment of his new boss.

Zeltaria moved closer, her warm smile never leaving her face. She knelt on the edge of the bed and brushed Iro’s hair out of his face, scratching gently behind his ear.

“Good morning, sleepy. I thought you might need a little extra rest after your ~impressive~ performance last night.”

Iro blushed and hid a little more behind the pillow, nodding softly at Zeltaria’s warm, almost motherly, tone. “It was… really nice…Miss Zel…”

Zeltaria chuckled softly as she stood. “Just Zel. We talked about this.”

As Zel pushed off the bed, her towel unraveled, and Iro’s eyes widened at the sight of her bare skin, full breasts, and smooth vagina. ~Wait…~

“M-miss Zel?” Iro’s ears flattened when Zel turned to glare at him, a hand on her hip as she silently scolded him, “Z-Zel…are…are you…?”

“A woman? A man?” Zeltaria answered for him, covering her mouth with a hand and giggling again. “That’s what they always ask. I say, is it too much to be both? Or either?”

Iro shivered as he remembered the quite ~manly~ pounding Zeltaria gave him last night. “Y-you sure ~felt~ real…last night.”

Zel chuckled again as she leaned over Iro, her hand lazily tracing his furred stomach and her lips planting a light kiss on his forehead.

“~That~, my dear puppy, is because I ~am~ very real. Everything about me is as real as I want it to be. Don’t overthink it, just enjoy it.”

As Zel stood up again, she lightly patted Iro’s thigh. “Now it’s time for you to get up, bathe, get dressed, and report to Cerys for your duties. I’m sure she has something planned just for you.”

Iro sat up timidly, using the pillow to cover his lower body.

Zeltaria, on the other hand, seemed completely comfortable with her nudity and strutted off to the closet, leaving the door open for Iro to sneak glances at her choosing an outfit.

Taking advantage of the momentary privacy, Iro got out of bed to look for his clothes. He started to panic when he couldn’t find his white spider-silk underwear.

A short whistle caught his attention, and when he turned around, Zel was leaning in the doorway of her closet, wearing a set of shimmering rainbow lingerie.

She smirked at the nude dog boy as he stared at her, frozen in place.

“Check the wall, puppy. I always take a trophy from my first time with newcomers. It’s a tradition.”

Iro, blushing furiously, turned to the indicated wall and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his underwear displayed in a case.

The collection had at least a dozen other pairs, each of different styles, colors, and sizes; most of them looked feminine. When he looked back at Zeltaria, he saw only pride on her face.

“Cheer up, pup. Aranya owes you a full wardrobe. She’ll make you more. Now get going, and no stains on the uniform!” She sang the last part as she disappeared back into the closet.

With a sinking feeling, Iro looked at his uniform, his cum-stained chest and inner thighs, and quietly folded the uniform over his arms, holding it in front of him.

The walk back to his room was short, but he was sure the mansion would be awake and bustling by now. He was bound to be seen, but Zel didn’t seem to give him many options.

~I guess this is what you signed up for…and it’s not far off from what you used to show your audience as a streamer… ~

Iro swallowed hard. Back then, he was never ~serious~ about his persona. Now? It seemed he would be forced into it. This was going to take some getting used to.

***

Iro slipped into his bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief. He was grateful that he hadn’t run into anyone on his way from Zel’s room.

He looked around and found a fresh uniform on his bed with a small, elegantly written note that read, “Apologies. —A.”

Next to the uniform was Iro’s packet that he’d left in the library. He assumed Aranya had quickly made him a new uniform and collected his papers as an apology for hurting him.

Rubbing his cheek, he decided he’d go and tell her it was okay sooner rather than later.

The sound of his bedroom door unlatching made Iro’s ears perk up. He’d just set aside his uniform and the new one was far from being on.

Before he could find something to cover himself with, the door swung open and Cerys walked in. She didn’t seem bothered by his nudity.

“Ah, Mister Iro, good to see you’re awake. I’ve got your task list for today. We’ll start slow, see what you’re good at, and gradually assign you more routine tasks. Understood?”

Iro, his cheeks flushed and his hands clutching his tail to shield his nakedness, nodded. “That seems fair, Miss Cerys.”

Cerys gave him a quick once-over and started to back out of his room. “~Clothes~ are generally a good idea for work, but I guess they’re not strictly necessary.”

Iro stiffened and nodded awkwardly. “R-right. I’ll, um, keep that in mind.”

Cerys shot him a thin smile and left.

Iro let his tail fall and sighed, turning to his new uniform. As he picked it up, a smaller piece of clothing fell out with another note attached. He pulled off the note and read, “Thought you might like something a bit smaller.”

He set the uniform aside and picked up the small garment, which turned out to be little more than a thong with a low-cut back to accommodate his tail.

He shivered, looked around to make sure he was alone, and stepped into the skimpy underwear. Just as he was about to pull it up, he remembered Zeltaria’s other instruction.

~Bath. Need a bath…still…sticky.~ He gathered his new clothes, grabbed a towel from his suitcase, and wrapped it around his waist.

He peeked out into the hallway and quickly snuck downstairs to the locker room behind the kitchen.

When he walked in, he saw that two of the six shower stalls were already occupied and Holly the zombie was stretching on the floor in front of a third.

She looked up and grinned at Iro. “Hey there, doggy! Here for a shower with the girls?”

Iro blushed and covered his eyes with one arm as Holly stood up, revealing her naked, stitched-together body and the slightly discolored patches of skin that marked her as unnatural.

“N-no, sorry, I was just looking for a place to clean up. I’ll…I’ll go—”

But Holly was already on her feet and behind him, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him further into the locker room.

“Don’t be silly! You’re one of us now! And besides, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before. Did you know I sometimes get memories from new body parts? No idea why, but I’ve got memories of having a dick. Nothing to be ashamed of!”

Iro wasn’t convinced by her argument.

When one of the opaque glass shower stall doors opened and the towering shark girl Skalla leaned out to see what was going on, Iro had a feeling he wasn’t getting out of this unscathed.

“Holls? What’s the—~oh.~” She stepped out of the stall, the steamy water still running behind her, and looked down at Holly and her canine companion. “The new guy. Looking for a little excitement, are you?”

Holly giggled and piped up, “Not at all. He and Zel shared a bed. He’s just cleaning up before the day shift, right?”

Skalla laughed heartily and stepped back into the spacious shower stall. “Yeah, ~I get it~. Come on, bring him in here and let’s get him cleaned up.”

Iro’s fur stood on end. “N-no, that’s not necessary—”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Come on, puppy, there’s nothing to be shy about!” Holly gave him a firm push, snatching his bundle of clothes from his hands as he stumbled into Skalla’s arms.

The muscular shark girl grinned at him as she held him.

“Saves time, doesn’t it?” Skalla grunted as Holly stepped in behind Iro, wrapping her cold arms around his waist.

“Besides, we need to get to know each other. Isn’t this the quickest way?”

Iro stuttered as Holly started to rub his stomach, lathering him up with a fruity shampoo. “H-hey…”

Skalla’s fingers on his scalp and behind his ears, also lathering him up, silenced him as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

“Relax, pup. Just let us take care of you. Think of it as a ~welcome to the family~ thing.”

Holly’s hand slid down and wrapped around Iro’s erect member. “And in this ~family, ~we don’t really worry about personal space.”

Holly started to stroke him slowly, and Iro’s tail began to wag involuntarily. The pleasure doubled as Skalla’s strong fingers massaged behind his ears, and his arms wrapped themselves around Skalla’s smooth, shark-like body.

Iro started to whimper and moan between the two larger, stronger girls, his head bobbing under Skalla’s ministrations and his cock twitching under Holly’s skilled touch.

The coolness of her skin against his rapidly heating member heightened the sensation, and Skalla’s body temperature wasn’t much higher, even under the warm shower water.

“Holls? Want to do the thing?” Skalla murmured as Iro’s whimpers grew louder.

“The…thing? ~Oh, ~that ~thing?~” Holly replied after a moment’s thought.

“~That~ thing. On two?” Skalla said, her grin almost audible. Iro’s eyes were squeezed shut against Holly’s strokes, so he couldn’t see for sure.

Holly giggled. “One.”

“Two.”

Suddenly, Skalla let go of Iro’s head and squatted down slightly as Holly released Iro’s cock and moved her hands up to his chest.

Skalla put her arms between Iro’s knees and stood up, lifting him so his legs were around her neck and immediately took his penis in her mouth, her sharp teeth lightly grazing his skin as she delicately handled him.

Her strong arms came up to support his lower back as Iro rode on her face.

Holly, meanwhile, had two free hands and direct access to Iro’s tailhole. She pulled his tail aside, carefully worked a finger into his tight sphincter, and started to tease the ring with slow, lazy circles.

Iro, bless his heart, didn’t lose control right away. His moans escalated to high-pitched cries as he threaded his fingers through Skalla’s rainbow-colored hair, seeking a grip to keep himself steady.

Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t last much longer. Holly slipped a second finger into him, hitting a tender spot that he particularly enjoyed when he was alone.

A sharp cry escaped his lips as Iro climaxed, Skalla’s low chuckle resonating in her throat as he released four small spurts into her mouth. Holly didn’t let up, continuing to stimulate his prostate with relentless strokes and prods.

Breathless, Skalla drew Iro back, cradling the exhausted dog boy in her arms as Holly finally stepped back to actually shower. “Not bad, pup. I think you’ll fit in just fine here.”

Iro was about to respond when a loud bang echoed from the door of their stall.

Mika’s voice rang out, “Can you three keep it down?! I’m trying to shower, I’m hungover as hell, and all you’re doing is yelling and screaming…Shut up!”

Skalla, Iro, and Holly exchanged glances and burst into laughter, Iro’s a bit more weary than the others. They then resumed their shower, this time with only minor teases and touches to finish up.

As Iro dried himself off, Holly and Skalla having already left since they didn’t have a full coat of fur to dry, he smiled softly to himself. “Yeah…this won’t be too bad.”