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A Strut Down Rudderbutt Road
OtterlyNude (1:20:37): So what are you doing up this late?
PervyBird (1:30:58): Sorry for the delay. YouTube was distracting me.
OtterlyNude (1:31:17): It's all good. What are you watching?
PervyBird (1:31:30): Meh, nothing special.
PervyBird (1:31:41) Movie clips, YLYL compilations, just whatever.
PervyBird (1:31:51): Not really ready to fall asleep yet.
OtterlyNude (1:32:04): Yeah, I feel you.
OtterlyNude (1:32:17): I was thinking about going for a walk.
PervyBird (1:32:33): Oooooo, one of those walks?
OtterlyNude (1:32:45): ;)
PervyBird (1:33:01): You know you've got serious balls, right?
OtterlyNude (1:33:20): You said you've been naked outside too, haven't you?
PervyBird (1:33:35): Yeah, for like fifteen seconds tops.
PervyBird (1:33:42): Walking from Sawyer's house to my car.
PervyBird (1:34:04): I have no idea how you can spend a whole hour outdoors in the buff without getting caught.
OtterlyNude (1:34:37): It's really not as risky as you think.
PervyBird (1:34:49): No offense, but I don't believe you.
OtterlyNude (1:35:00): Seriously, it's not that bad.
OtterlyNude (1:35:16): I can show you the road I walk down if you want.
PervyBird (1:35:29): Wait… are you inviting me?
OtterlyNude (1:35:56): I was going to send a video showing off the street, but having some late night company actually sounds awesome.
PervyBird (1:36:07): I can't!
PervyBird (1:36:15): I'll wake up my parents!
OtterlyNude (1:36:37): Yeah, I gotta be careful with leaving the house, too.
PervyBird (1:36:50): I mean, maybe I could sneak out through the basement door.
PervyBird (1:36:58): Look, this is really sudden. IDK.
OtterlyNude (1:37:12): It's okay, man. You don't have to do anything.
PervyBird (1:37:21): I know, but...
OtterlyNude (1:37:40): But what?
PervyBird (1:41:58): ………...
PervyBird (1:42:28): Can you promise me with absolute certainty that we won't get caught?
OtterlyNude (1:42:45): Hell yeah.
OtterlyNude (1:42:57): As long as we keep our eyes open, we'll be fine.
OtterlyNude (1:43:17): The road's like five miles straight, so you can see the cars coming looooooong before they can see us.
OtterlyNude (1:43:31): Plus, there's a ton of trees and bushes to hide behind.
OtterlyNude (1:47:59): You fall asleep?
PervyBird (1:48:44): Oh my god!
OtterlyNude (1:48:54): What?
PervyBird (1:49:18): I actually did it.
PervyBird (1:49:31): I snuck out without waking my parents.
OtterlyNude (1:49:49): Does that mean I should expect company?
PervyBird (1:50:13): I just got to my car. Where am I going?
OtterlyNude (1:50:37): You know where Orinoko Diner is, right?
PervyBird (1:50:49): Yeah.
OtterlyNude (1:51:37): Take the first right immediately after passing it. Drive all the way down until you reach the second traffic light.
OtterlyNude (1:52:07): Make a left at the light and keep driving until you see train tracks on your right.
PervyBird (1:52:29): I still can't believe I'm doing this. BRB.
Pat looked over the Telegram messages again, making sure he didn't miss anything. Sneaking out of his house in just his shorts, he drove in the direction of the diner. After passing the restaurant, he turned right and continued straight. He then made a left at the second stoplight and pulled over to the shoulder once he noticed the train tracks on his right, just as he was directed.
This had to be the place, right?
After all, the otter said it was a road that ran alongside the train tracks. This was most definitely a road that ran alongside the train tracks. Still, it's within the realm of possibilities that he was talking about a completely different road along the train tracks. Maybe he accidentally said right when he meant left. Or maybe he miscounted which traffic light to turn at. Or maybe-
**VRR VRR**
The vibrations of Pat's phone quickly brought the paranoid parrot back to reality. He immediately checked his new message.
OtterlyNude (2:05:37): Hey, are you the red car that just pulled over by me?
He looked around, shooting his head in every direction. Aside from branches in the wind, he couldn't spot any movement outside the car. After his fruitless search, he typed into his phone.
PervyBird (2:06:22): Well, I am in a red car and I did just pull over. Not sure if we're talking about the same one.
It didn't take long for a response to reach the bird.
OtterlyNude (2:06:46): Turn your headlights off then on again. If I see the car do that, I'll know it's you.
Patrigue did as instructed, dimming his lights before turning them back on. Second later his phone rang again with another message.
OtterlyNude (2:07:00): Yeah, it's you. I'm about 100 feet behind your car.
With confirmation, the nervous bird took one last deep breath before turning off the ignition and stepping out of the car. Locking the door, he looked behind the car to see a figure emerge from the trees along the road and walk toward him. While this would normally be quite a terrifying scenario to encounter in the dead of the night, Pat was quick to recognize the silhouette as that of an otter, with the thick tail trailing behind the figure giving it away.
"Are you Caleb?" the avian shouted.
"That'd be me," he answered with a wave, "You must be Pat!"
"I am…"
"Nice to finally meet ya."
"Likewise"
The avian gave a weak wave back. As Caleb got closer, Pat was more easily make out the details of the nearing figure: his messy blonde hair, his shark tooth necklace, and most notably, his absolute lack of clothing. Aside from Caleb's necklace, the only other articles of clothing Patrigue saw on the otter were his flip-flops.
"Wait, did you…" the bird faltered, trying his best not to stare at Caleb's crotch, "Did you walk all the way here like that?"
"It's what I usually do. My house is only a few blocks away, so it's no big deal."
He couldn't help but laugh at the thought. While the bird had experience with exhibitionism, he seldom experimented with it in his own neighborhood. After all, it's one thing to risk getting caught streaking, but it's an even bigger risk when the person catching you might be someone who knows your name, face, and address.
"You're nuts. You know that? Where do you even keep your phone and stuff?"
"Oh, right here in my tail bag!"
Caleb turned around to show off the aforementioned accessory. It was a small brown bag, about a third of the size of an average backpack, held in place by a velcro strap a few inches from the base of his tail. A zipper wrapped around the top and sides while two buttoned pouches allowed for a bit of extra storage in the front.
"I can hold your stuff in here, too, since you're not gonna have any pockets during the walk," Caleb added.
"Oh yeah, you're right," Pat agreed, mindlessly fishing his items out of his pockets and handing them to the mustelid.
However, as Caleb shoved the parrot's stuff into his tail bag, Pat noticed two bright headlights approaching from the distance.
"Oh shit!" he swore, pointing down the road, "Car's coming!"
Caleb, in response, looked behind him.
"Yeah, that's a car," he replied nonchalantly.
"Fuck, what do we do? Where do we hide?"
"Dude, chill! Just follow me."
With that said, the otter calmly walked off to the side of the road and through a clearing in the bushes between the road and the train tracks. The panicked parrot swiftly followed, ducking behind the foliage once behind it. As the seconds passed, beads of sweat began to form on Patrigue's forehead as he prayed for the driver to pass by unaware. Caleb, however, just stood there, patiently waiting for the vehicle to drive by as the crouching avian fretted on his knees.
"What are you doing?" Pat hissed, "Get behind something!"
"Relax, man," Caleb replied, "they're not gonna see me. Watch"
As the otter predicted, the car passed by seconds later without slowing down or showing any other signs of noticing the naked mustelid.
"The thing about driving when it's this dark out," Caleb continued, making his way back to the road, "is that most people can barely see anything except what's directly in their headlights."
"That…" Pat thought aloud, tailing him, "actually makes sense."
"Yep, and like I said on Telegram, the road's super straight, so they can't sneak up on us or anything. I can spot cars looooooong before they even get close."
Patrigue had to admit; Caleb had put a lot more thought into this endeavor than he had anticipated. After all, it's like they always say in driver's ed: "Keep your eyes on the road." And at this time of night, the road in front of you is really all you can see. Looking in any other direction for longer than a second could risk you drifting out of lane and crashing. Thinking back to all the times he drove at night, Pat thought about how far he could see when he was driving at night, even with his high beams on. Pondering it for a moment, he determined it was only about 150 feet or so. Yet, at the same time, that car that went by had to have been at the very least a quarter mile away, possibly more before he spotted it.
"By the way, why were you even hiding?" Caleb asked, "You still have pants on."
"I, uh…" Pat stammered, "...Nerves, I guess."
"Yeah… I get that. You can keep them on if you want. It's just nice to have someone to chat with."
And so the two chatted. Of course, they spoke of their shared love of nudism and exhibitionism, but the conversation eventually segued into other subjects. Caleb brought up his affinity for photography and surfing while Patrigue talked about playing guitar and the different genres of music he listened to. A car or truck would come by every now and then, but they would see each one from afar and avoid them easily. After ten minutes of walking, a fourth car fourth car came into view, causing the pair to hide behind the foliage once again and reminding Pat of Caleb's earlier comment.
…why were you even hiding? You still have pants on.
Like the parrot originally said, he was nervous, but that was before. Since then, he's learned how Caleb is able to effortlessly evade getting in trouble, thanks to the massive flora-based hiding spot alongside the road. Plus, the otter's carefree attitude about the whole thing did help ease Pat's internal tension.
He looked at the otter in front of him, his hands behind his neck, his tail swishing back and forth with each step, walking without a care in the world. Pat found it to be ironic. Caleb may be the one breaking public indecency laws, but it was him that almost had a panic attack over it, and he was still wearing his shorts. Of course, this was his first time doing something like this while the otter had done this who knows how many times.
Still, it didn't feel right. Caleb was naked and he wasn't. It's not like he had a problem stripping down in front of others. Heck, Sawyer had seen him in the nude so many times, he was surprised she wasn't sick of it by now. And at this very moment, he was finally hanging out with a fellow nudist, and one with exhibitionist tendencies to boot! With the opportunity presented, it would be an insult to keep oneself covered and refuse to bare it all. It was time to make things right.
As Pat followed the otter, he reached for the string waistband of his shorts, tucking his thumbs in against his hips. He glided his thumbs along the hem, from his front to his back and vice versa, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do next. Continuing the motion, he inched his thumbs downward, ever so slightly with each sweep of his hands. Like a swimmer stepping into a pool, first dipping their toe in, followed by both their feet, then their lower half, until they're fully submerged, Pat let his body adjust to the chilling sensation of his lower half being exposed, feather by feather, millimeter by millimeter.
After a minute of psyching himself up with this activity, his waistband rested just above his crotch and atop the center of his glutes, his pubic area and half of his bum on display. However, as he brought his thumbs towards his front door the umpteenth time, he pulled the fabric just a little tighter than usual, and the string, having finally descended over the peak of the parrot's patootie, slid the rest of the way down until the entirety of his ass was uncovered. Not expecting it, Pat gripped the front of his pants tightly, making sure his front was still covered. He looked back, making sure he wasn't accidentally mooning any possible bystanders, but he found nothing in his spontaneous inspection of the road.
He shook his head, cursing himself internally for his knee-jerk paranoia. After all, his mustelid amigo has had his ass hanging out all night, and he hasn't been phased by anything. So why should he? He realized then and there that undressing as sluggishly as he had been was only delaying the inevitable. Taking a deep breath in and out, he released his grip on his shorts.
The waistband still hugged his upper thighs, but its grip weakened with each step the avian took. Just like before, his pants fell inch by inch, but this time Pat had no control over the fall. He did his best to not let it get to him, but he could still feel the waistband declining, uncovering his pubic area and even the base of the avian's shaft as it sank. Until finally it happened. The bird's thighs just weren't thick enough for the string to hold onto, and Pat's only source of decency fell down to his ankles.
It's happening, the naked avian thought, I'm actually going through with this.
Slowing only for a moment, so as not to trip, he carefully wiggled his feet through the leg holes of the fallen garment as he stepped forward. Once his legs were free, he continued his pace, now just as openly nude as the otter in front of him.
He was still reeling from the rush of what he had just done: committing himself to a full night of uninterrupted nudity, with an equally skyclad friend to accompany him.
Part of him thought that this must've been a dream. After all, none of his other friend's ever wanted to undress or join him in public during the night. And even when he was allowed to leave a friend's house with nothing but a backpack on, that friend made damn sure Pat had his clothes safely tucked away in his backpack just in case he needed them.
This was entirely different. Not only was Caleb joining Pat on a nude midnight stroll, but he was the one who initiated it in the first place, leaving the house in a completely indecent fashion, with no clothes whatsoever to properly cover his anatomy. And now, with shorts becoming farther and farther away with each step, Patrigue was in the exact same situation… and it was all real! It was practically a miracle that he found Caleb.
He looked back at the pair of pants, dejectedly lying on the ground like litter. As the gap between him and his shorts grew, the thought occurred that maybe it might be best to go back and grab the shorts just in case. However, at the same time, Patrigue took note of several other details his current situation.
The moon was high in the sky. The stars were out. The temperature was perfect. The wind was soft against his nethers and bare bottom. There wasn't a car in sight, and even if there was, they wouldn't notice the otter and avian hiding by the tracks with their members and butts shamelessly on display. It was the perfect night to be an exhibitionist, and for once, he wasn't the only one.
…Nah, I'll be fine.
Septillious
MemberThat was some brilliant writing. You got the setting right, the character development, the whole nine yards!
Keep up the good work!
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