The Secret Orgy at the Museum Pt. 02

At first, all I could decipher was many beings writhing on the floor below me, moving together as if one overall organism. As my eyes started to adjust to the scene, I was able to make out individuals and pairs and groups as their own separate entities apart from the whole. And they were all fucking; it was a full on, no holds barred, all out orgy happening in the central rotunda at the natural history museum.

In one section were a number of Greek statues in a loose circle, their white marble hands jacking off each others' white marble penises, their white marble mouths and tongues all over each others' white marble bodies.

In another area, a group of homo erectuses were enthusiastically gang banging what looked like a pioneer woman, her skirt pushed up and her top unbuttoned so her breasts were bared, her bonnet missing in the action, her whoops and hollers making it clear she was just as enthusiastic a participant.

A large lion was mounting a giraffe, which was crouching down so the big cat could reach, its neck craned back to watch the lion and cheer it on.

A dungeon of sorts was set up in one area of the rotunda, with many displays strapped to a variety of frames and apparatuses while other displays whipped and teased and beat them with a variety of implements. I have no idea where all of the devices came from, but I imagined a lot of it was brought in from the various exhibits around the museum. I supposed there would be a treasure trove of dungeon material in the museum, if you were creative enough. For example, one of the large crosses that now held a bound and gagged Viking (whose butt and thighs were being deeply reddened by a very determined-looking Samurai) looked very familiar, although I believe its use in the exhibit was somewhat different.

I could even make out a group of the tiny figures from the miniature Pompeii (before the eruption) exhibit going at it with a group of the tiny Indigenous figures from the miniature pre-colonial North American village exhibit, both groups having a fabulous time fucking each other senseless.

There was so much going on below me, so many weird and wonderful pairings and groupings, all I could do was stare in awe. I was completely enthralled and more than a little turned on. To be honest, my brain couldn't process much thought beyond "wow!" and "oh wow!" and "holy shit!" as I got wetter and wetter watching the ever changing scene below me. I don't know when Donna, the neanderthal that had led me there, left, but I definitely stood there staring for a long time because the next thing I knew, my watch alarm that let me know when it was 2:45 am, or 15 minutes until the end of the Living Hours, beeped on my wrist and jolted me out of my fixation. At that point, the displays downstairs were starting to detach themselves from each other and leave the rotunda with the various implements they had brought with them.

As I hurried to do my final Living Hour checks, the visuals of what I had just witnessed played through my head. I couldn't believe that this was what Ricardo and Peter and everyone else had been keeping from me all these months, and I couldn't understand why they didn't want me to see it. Did they think I would be offended (because I absolutely was not) and quit or something??

Either way, I couldn't wait to talk to Peter about it - I didn't think he would be mad at me for finally sneaking a peek, I mean, it had to happen eventually, right? And the thought that maybe he felt the same way that I did and we could actually use the rotunda ourselves, well, that idea got me so excited.

But I had no choice but to wait to talk to Peter; after watching the orgy for as long as I did and then having to rush through my checks, the Living Hours had come to an end. I wouldn't be able to talk to Peter until the following night. The rest of my shift dragged on, boring as ever, the museum silent as a tomb. I walked past Peter on his pedestal a few times, admiring how fearsome and imposing he looked while knowing how kind and caring he actually was. It drove me crazy having to wait to share my rotunda experience with him!

When I switched off with Ricardo the following morning, I did not tell him that I had broken his rule, of course. I wasn't sure it was a fireable offense, but I wasn't taking any chances, especially since he had made such a point about it. I just grabbed my things, had a quick chat, and then rushed off to count the hours until I could return that evening.

That night, the first few hours of my shift felt like a million years, I think I looked at the clock every 10 seconds or so. I definitely paced the entire museum several times over in order to try to make the time go faster. Finally, it was a few minutes to midnight, so I hurried over to Peter's exhibit to wait for him to wake up. I think I started talking before he was even fully conscious.

"Peter! Oh my god, I have to tell you. I know I wasn't supposed to, but then Donna said I should so I did and wow, just wow! It was amazing!! I can't believe that happens every night! The things I saw! Did you know-" I rambled excitedly until Peter cut me off.

"I know you went to the rotunda, I had several displays come up to me last night to tell me that they saw you ogling them over the bannister," he began, not sounding too pleased. "I wish you had come to me first, this is not how you should have found out about that."

My excitement dwindled a bit and was replaced by frustration. "I did come to you, I asked you so many times what was going on in there and you refused to tell me! What was I supposed to do, just ignore it forever? In retrospect, I think I knew for ages what was going on, it's not like anyone is super subtle about it. So when Donna nudged me towards -"

"Donna? Donna the neanderthal?" Peter cut me off again to ask.

"Yeah, that Donna, so when she-"

Peter let out a growl of exasperation. "Fucking Donna! Oh, it all makes so much sense now!"

I had had enough. "Number 1, do not cut me off again. That is rude and I will not put up with it. Number 2, why does Donna showing me the rotunda orgy make sense? Hardly any of this makes sense! You have refused to tell me anything for months, now you're angry at me for finding out for myself - which, hello! I work here, I should probably know what is going on - and I don't understand why! Why is it Ricardo's only rule that I don't know? Why have you been weird about it? Why was Donna so insistent that I know? Tell me everything right now or I'm-I'm going to quit!" I yelled up at him, glaring and jabbing a finger in his direction with every salient point. I hadn't really thought through my threat of quitting, I'm not sure I would have gone that far, but in the heat of the moment I needed something that would get his attention and get him to tell me what I wanted to know.

Peter looked down and shook his head, clearly debating something internally, taking a moment before responding. Then he settled to almost lie down so that he was on a better level for me.

"You're right. You're right about everything," he began in a soft voice with a definite tone of regret. "I will start by saying, I am sorry for cutting you off, that will not happen again."

"And yes," he continued. "I tried to keep the rotunda orgy from you, and I shouldn't have. It's just that Ricardo swore us all to secrecy ages ago, and I thought it was for your own good, so I stuck to it."

"But why? I'm not a prude, I'm not offended by it. I think it's cool and actually, kinda hot!"

"And that's why it's a secret from humans. They almost always think it's hot and therefore want to join in, but it is not for them. It is not for you. Let me start at the beginning. Ever since displays could wake up for three hours every night, they've had the same urges as all living creatures: we like to fuck! But we live in a museum, it's not like you can get much privacy here, and some of us wouldn't be able to fit into the more private areas anyway. So we started using the rotunda, and I mean, we ALL started using the rotunda, at the same time, together. Orgies became the norm for us. It's an unspoken rule that displays will only fuck in the rotunda, and so we've used it ever since anyone can remember. And since we don't have any of the human worries like diseases or pregnancy, we can just let loose and have fun. Things can get quite adventurous in there, as I am sure you noticed."

"I sure did, it was awesome!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Now don't you start interrupting me," Peter said, half joking. "Anyway, like I said, most humans want to join in, and for a time, we let them - why not, right?" I emphatically nodded my agreement. "But that's when we discovered that there was a terrible consequence for humans who participate: they become a museum display. As in, they eventually solidify into some kind of museum piece, always resembling a living being of some sort, but not always human shaped. They can become a statue of a Greek god, or they can become a lifelike figure of a dinosaur, there's no predicting what they'll turn into. And there's also no predicting when it will happen: sometimes it happens all at once, the first time they join the orgy, sometimes it happens slowly so parts of them start solidifying bit by bit each time they participate until they are a complete display, and sometimes it doesn't happen at all. We don't know how it happens, we don't know when it will happen, and we don't know why it happens; we don't know anything, really. It doesn't seem to matter if the human is a top or a bottom or a sub getting spanked, whatever type of play they engage in in the orgy could result in them becoming a display." Peter paused for a second, letting it all sink in a little. Talk about dropping a bomb.

"When Ricardo started at the museum as a guard, he replaced someone who had become a life-size triceratops after one visit to the orgy. Ricardo was - still is - one of the rare humans not interested in joining in himself, and he calls what happens to humans who do the only word that makes sense: a curse. He quickly implemented his rule to try to save future colleagues from the curse. But they always eventually find out, it happens every few months to a year; a curator will stay late one night and then hear the noise and investigate, or a new night guard will start and not be able to handle the mystery of it and sneak a peek." He looked at me pointedly then.

"Humans can't help themselves, usually. They see it, they want to join in and then they get addicted to the wild freedom of it and become like us. I didn't want that, any of that, to happen to you."

"Ok, thank you, I think?" I stammered, my mind a mess. But one thing stuck out for me. "What was with Donna? You said that her involvement 'made sense'."

"Some displays try to entice certain humans into the orgy, especially if they have feelings for them, so that they will have them to play with forever. Which I think is selfish and wrong, and I try to put a stop to that whenever I see it. Several years ago, Donna tried to do that to one of the museum staff and I got Ricardo involved, and he ensured that the employee was removed from temptation. Donna has been wanting to get back at me for years. She saw that you and I had grown close, and I think she is trying to get revenge in some way. But since you're going to stay away from the orgy entirely, we don't have to worry about Donna, right?"

"Right!" I answered, although I had not really had time to process any of what he said, so I only half knew what I was agreeing to. "Right, no orgy for me. No siree."

Peter looked at me closely. "Are you alright? I mean, you don't want to join the orgy now that you know what it can do to you, right?"

"Of course! Of course... look, this is all a LOT, I need to think about it." I reached up to pat one of his claws. "Everything you have told me is absolutely nuts. I think I'm in shock." And then I remembered something. "Wait, you said that humans could turn into any kind of museum display, as long as it resembled a living being, including a dinosaur - does that include dinosaur skeletons?" I was seriously wondering if Peter used to be human.

"No, no, " he reassured me. Phew, I thought. I was glad he wasn't a cursed human. "Humans will only become full embodiments of living creatures. So statues or any lifelike figures. And the scale doesn't have to match. I've heard that a security guard in another museum became a lifesize replica of a blue whale. And some of those miniatures running around from the various dioramas used to be normal size humans."

"Shit," I said.

"Yeah," he agreed. "We don't call it a curse for nothing."

We looked at each other then, in silence. I'm not sure what he was thinking, but I know that more than anything else, I was crushed. I wanted to join in the orgy so badly, I couldn't help myself - I had never seen anything like that and I wanted to be a part of it - and I wanted to do it with Peter. But I didn't want to become a blue whale! And it seemed like Peter was never going to budge, even if he wanted to be with me, which I was still unsure about. What a freaking disaster!

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. "But I love you!" I exclaimed, and I burst into tears.

Peter tried to console me, but he couldn't quite reach to pat my shoulder comfortingly, so instead he just made soothing noises. I sobbed like I'd never sobbed before; for the fact that I could never participate in the most fantastic orgy that had ever orgied (I was guessing) and for the fact that Peter and I could never be together, properly together, unless I was willing to risk becoming a blue whale (and then we'd likely never be able to be together again, I didn't see how a blue whale could make it to the rotunda), that's if he even wanted to be together, which I still didn't know for sure. It was all hopeless, and so I cried and cried.

When I had finally run out of tears and calmed down a bit, Peter said quietly, "I love you too."

I looked up at him with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "You do?"

"Of course I do, dummy," he said affectionately. "What did you think I've been doing all these months, spending every second of the Living Hours with you every night, other than falling madly in love with you? But I wasn't sure if you felt the same!"

"I do! I'm super in love with you," I said dejectedly.

"Well, try not to be too excited about it!" Peter joked.

"How can I be excited about it?" I asked, all serious in the face of his attempt at humour. "We can never be together, not really, so what is there to be excited about? It's hopeless!"

"Well, we can continue being best friends. Just to see you and talk to you and spend as much time as I can with you. That will have to be enough. Will it be enough for you?"

I looked up at him again, taking in his big, bony frame and loveable face despite the lack of skin and eyes. "Yeah," I said. "That will be enough."

"Ok, so we promise now: no rotunda for us, right?" he asked.

"Right," I replied.

And I - we - really, really tried. Things kind of went back to normal, we hung out every night and talked about everything and laughed a lot. But we would both stare longingly at the other when we thought they weren't looking. And I would watch displays traipsing in and out of the rotunda with so much FOMO now that I knew what was going on in there.

My physical desire for Peter grew the more I got to know him. It was like our decision to just be friends and our promise to never visit the rotunda fanned the flames so much higher. I WANTED that huge skeletal sonofabitch like I had never wanted anyone before in my life. As time passed and my desire grew, the threat of the curse seemed less and less of an issue. Peter had said that sometimes humans didn't change at all, and sometimes it was a slow process. I didn't know the actual odds, but it seemed to me that they were low that I would fully turn after one orgy, and I started to think that maybe it was worth the risk, just once.

But I wasn't sure how to bring it up to Peter. He had been so adamant against me going to the rotunda. But I caught him gazing at me more and more, and the tension between us was electric. There is no way he wasn't tempted. And after all, wasn't it my decision? I had all the information and I gave full consent, so wasn't that all that mattered?

I decided to bring it up the next time I saw him.

"Peter, I've been thinking. We need to talk," I said at the start of the Living Hours that night.

I had his rapt attention; if he had skin, he'd have goosebumps. "Ok, for sure. What about?" he asked.

"I know all the risks. I have weighed up everything, and I understand it all. But I can't do this anymore. I need you and I to go to the rotunda right now, and I would really appreciate if you wouldn't argue and you would just come with me and fuck me with everything that you've got."

Peter stared at me and didn't say anything for what felt like 10 years. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. Was I about to be rejected? Shit.

Finally, though, he took a deep breath, and then replied in a quiet voice, "Ok."

"Wait, did you just say 'ok'? I want to make sure."

"Yes, I did, " he said. "Let's go and fuck."

Holy shit, we were going to the orgy in the museum rotunda!