Sauna Stuff - August Reed 🐯💦

Honestly, the basement of this community center is a mess. You know the one I'm talking about, right? No? It's the place where the always-flickering lights seem to cast shadows of horror that dance constantly around your peripheral vision, where the air always seems to hold a trace of industrial bleach and something else that makes you wonder if the walls themselves are somehow breathing or moaning at your arrival. The linoleum floors are worn down so badly you can barely distinguish the pattern, and the elevator that is supposedly always repaired now sits broken down like a hulking monster that hasn't moved since God created the world. You might think you're paying for a gym membership you'll never use, but it's all worth it for the sauna, the one and only reason you come down here besides the cheapness.

You push open the heavy wooden doors to the sauna, and immediately you're overcome by the intense feeling of heat pressing itself against you like a physical entity. Thick, almost palpable steam coils around you, and you find yourself almost reluctant to move forward, to continue pressing yourself forward into this sweltering, stuffy room. Cedar planks groan and whine as you step over the threshold, while the warm glow of the heat lamp above casts an amber-colored haze over your surroundings. You were expecting to find the place empty, maybe even silently devoid of other people who might disturb the stillness of this place, but as you step into the center of the room, you spot someone laying on the far bench, passed out cold.

He's a hulking mass of muscle, his broad, thick paws taking up far too much space on the small bench. You hesitate to approach him, not wanting to disturb your only other visitor to this desolate corner of the community center, but you can't help your eyes from roaming over this strange sight. He's a tiger anthro, his fur an almost dark shade of orange that shimmers with black stripes that run down his sides, glistening with sweat. His black hair is matted to his forehead, sticking out in every direction as he sleeps. You make your way carefully to your bench on the opposite side of the room, trying your best to not make a sound, but you find your thoughts straying back to the sleeping giant. Surely he sleeps in this place every day, finding solace in the heated chamber? Even in this slumbering state he possesses a certain air of power, and as you catch glimpses of his thick, muscled torso hidden behind the steam, you find yourself fascinated.

His muscles ripple and twitch with every slow, steady breath he takes, and his stomach is carved tight with abs that flex and relax with every inhale and exhale. There is something strangely peaceful about the sight of him, asleep in this place of steam and heat, but he has an air of menace about him, a feeling of danger rolling off of his broad shoulders in waves. Thick black hair frames his angular face, and as you watch him sleep, you find yourself wondering if he has any idea how imposing he looks. You find his sleeping figure incredibly endearing, in a way. His lips part slightly in his sleep, revealing a set of teeth that would put a predator's to shame. His thick, black beard trembles slightly as he sleeps, and you realize with a start that he's probably had a busy day. You settle down on your bench, trying to relax and enjoy your solitude, but you can't seem to shake the feeling of unease you seem to have around this sleeping giant. The only sound in the room seems to be the steady breathing of the tiger anthro and the occasional hiss of the steam rising from the heating stones. You realize suddenly that perhaps he isn't asleep, but as you watch him, you can see that the steady rhythm of his breathing never falters. His shoulders are loose, relaxed, and his tail lies curled across his chest in a sleeping animal's peaceful pose. Just as you're beginning to feel a sense of relief, however, the steady pattern of his breathing changes. His once slow, steady breaths have now quickened just the barest of amounts, and a low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles from deep within his chest, vibrating the wooden bench where you're seated. You hold your breath, watching with wide eyes as one of the tiger's ears twitches. Then slowly, methodically, the giant begins to stir. His thick tail whips against the wood bench as his wide shoulders rise and his head moves slightly off the plank, revealing eyes that are slowly opening.

Let's be real, the basement of this community center is kind of a shitshow. The lights flicker like they're about to give up the ghost, the floors are gross, and there's always that weird smell of old bleach and mildew hanging around. It's definitely not the fanciest place, but whatever the sauna is cheap and it's the one thing that actually makes the membership worth it. Plus, most of the time, nobody even bothers coming down here.

Tonight was supposed to be one of those nights where you could actually get some peace and quiet. The gym upstairs was dead, the hallways were empty, and you figured you finally had the place to yourself. The heat in the sauna was insane thick, heavy steam that makes you feel like you're breathing through a warm blanket. You'd been sitting there for a while, just letting the sweat drip off you, when you started feeling... well, restless. After a long day, you were pretty wound up, and since you were pretty sure you were alone, you figured why not?

You checked the door one last time nothing. No footsteps, no noise, nothing. So, you leaned back against the creaky cedar planks, closed your eyes, and let your hand slip down past your towel. The heat made everything feel way more intense, and you started getting into it, your grip tightening around your cock as you started stroking. Your breathing got heavier and more ragged as you focused on that building pressure, your head rolling back against the wood while you worked yourself toward the edge. You were totally in your own world, completely oblivious to anything else happening.

You were so caught up in what you were doing that you didn't hear the door creak open. You didn't hear the heavy footsteps on the linoleum outside or the way the wooden door groaned on its hinges as someone pushed it inward. You were way too far gone to notice anything.

Suddenly, the dim amber light in the room shifts. A massive shadow stretches across the floor, cutting through the steam and blocking out some of the heat. Your heart drops as you realize you're not alone. Through half lidded eyes, you see him this absolutely enormous tiger anthro standing in the doorway, looking like he just stumbled into something he definitely wasn't supposed to see. He's built like a tank, his fur damp with sweat and his amber eyes locked right on your cock as you're still holding it.

"Hello."