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Lortian drummed his fingers on the armest of his chair, idling flicking through his phone with his other hand. Twenty minutes, she'd said, and here he was half an hour later still waiting... had he not given Marcus his trust as well as his payment already, he definitely would have left by now. Being new to all of this, he wasn't particularly sure of what a good rate was to pay for a personal trainer, but - Marcus absolutely loved this one, going off what he'd said.

"She's my first choice whenever I know I've gotten rusty," he'd said in the lockers. This wasn't the first bright recommendation from him, but Lortian had been a little busy eyeing the plump wrinkled sheath and heavy sack hanging down between that stallion's legs, on his way back from the showers. He hoped that they could get another late-night _session_together soon. "Great with loosening you up, getting you nice and ready - but she's a real no-bullshit kinda woman. Y'know? If you don't know what you're doing... God, she'll hop on your ass and make sure you learn."

Sounded good to Lortian, at least. Everything he'd done since he'd arrived in this city had been remarkably half-assed, save for the times he had someone there to help him along - like that big German shepherd showing him around, those African wild dog brothers helping him get his foot into the water in the social scene, and then Marcus from last week giving him some pointers in weightlifting. And other things, too. All of these involved other things.

"Look for a big wolfess," Marcus had said. "Like - big. 'Bout as much muscle on her body as I've got on mine. Takes the term 'lady pecs' to a new level, almost. Always looks like she's on her way either to or from the gym, you know the look: tight shorts, sports bra, not much else. Mexican wolf, I think she is; got the right coloration. Not about any of that body-modification stuff."

"Mhmm," Lortian had replied, and not much else. This part of the conversation had happened once everyone else had left the locker rooms, so - of course - Lortian had gotten down on his knees and rubbed his face up between the stallion's legs, feeling up his large balls and sliding his tongue along the folds of skin of his sheath, freshly washed but still with the heavy spice of his natural musk lingering underneath.

Remembering that - that had been last night - the wood elf flicked his tongue over his upper lip, and then touched a pair of his fingers there. Even though he'd just showered right before, he had to do it again once he got home... Marcus had been a bit pent up that whole week leading up to it, and left Lortian with a full stomach and face dripping with cum once he'd finished up. When he'd woken up he could still smell some of the stallion on him, and not wanting this she-wolf trainer to be able to tell their shenanigans, had showered twice more before leaving the house.

Speaking of. One of those wild dog twins had invited him to a party later this weekend - he should probably follow up on that...

"Hey. You Lori?"

The closeness of that voice startled him so much that he almost dropped his phone. Instantly he straightened up in his chair, glanced first to his right, and then to his left - and found his view blocked by a flat wall of grey fur, rippled with firm muscle. He tilted his head back, followed the lines of those abs up along the wolf's chest - until her fur disappeared beneath the tight material of her top, just-as-firm breasts bulging out. She _certainly_had the correct build, with shoulders about as wide as Marcus's, thighs that looked like they could squeeze this skinny wood elf to a pulp if she gave the slightest of squeezes...

He cleared his throat, tried to speak, ended up coughing. This was another time he was glad for not being an animal like the rest of these people. Even to him, it was damn obvious when one was scared or intimidated. "Uh. Y-yeah. You must be... ah..."

"Libra. Marcus's trainer."

She had her paws on her hips, sharp amber eyes looking him over as he sat there. He felt inclined to stand up and face her at his full height... so he did. His eyes came about even with her nipples, barely visible beneath her violet top. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Y'see anyone else fitting the description of small, slim elf?" She raised one of those paws - Lortian thought he had large hands; this woman was borderline Valkyrie - to motion to the rest of the room. It was early evening, right after that block of time where most of the gym's patrons left to go home for dinner, but they weren't alone. The otter over in the other corner had been giving Lortian eyes for the past ten minutes, and if he'd been made to wait any longer, the elf would have just gone over and struck up a conversation. He'd gotten better about his shyness. "So. Y'ready to go, or're your feet glued to the floor? C'mon."

His eyes refocused on the she-wolf in front of him. "Oh! Yes. Sorry. Yes..." ...and as he followed her towards the door, he found himself right on the edge of finishing that up with a yes ma'am. It just felt right, after all. Actually, he was surprised that she didn't have to duck to get through the double-doors at front - though the top of the threshold _did_flop her sharp ears over for a moment. "...So. Uh. Libra. What are the plans for - what we're doing?"

"We're gonna head to my place. I've got a full setup there - only come to the gym these days as per clients' requests or if I wanna run the track or swim or some shit like that. Or to pick up newbies like you." Once she stepped down from the curb, Lortian got a small rush from almost being as tall as her. But, then, it passed. "Mark said you're alright at handling weights. That true?"

Hefting massive balls in his hands, running his nose up underneath the stallion's thick shaft... "I wouldn't quite say that. I'm - new to most of this, I..."

And he trailed off, watching the she-wolf bounce up into her Jeep using the foot-bar. Of course she drove a Jeep. Lortian picked up his pace to get to the other side, and then briefly struggled with getting up. Libra didn't seem to mess around with perfumes, either: every time her tail swayed, as soon as Lortian got into place in the passenger seat, his not-so-great nose twitched with picking up the familiar spice of almost-masculine musk on the air, sharp but not entirely unpleasant. She certainly looked like one of the types who worked out in the mornings.

As soon as the vehicle came on, the sound system roared to life with some loud metal, the exact subgenre of which the elf couldn't even try to name. Libra rolled the volume down almost to silence. "Sorry," she said, which caught his attention. He hadn't thought of her as the kind of woman to apologize for anything. "Local group. My little brother's the drummer. Dope as hell. Alright, here we go... I live 'bout ten minutes away, don't worry - and we'll get right to work as soon as we get there..."

And she didn't lie. The elf kept his eyes on the car's clock, and sure enough they were pulling into a driveway all of eleven minutes later. He had good hopes for this private session, of course, but given his past experiences with visiting someone's house for any reason... on his way down out of the car, Lortian had to adjust his pants - today he had worn jeans. Probably not the smartest of choices.

Libra latched onto this as soon as the front door closed behind them, too, with the elf in front of her. Her house smelled of the same sharp musk that he could faintly pick up on her, combined with a myriad of other things he couldn't quite put a name to. "Didja bring a change of clothes? Can't expect me to work you in pants like that."

"I-I..." He turned around, and had to tilt his head back to meet her eyes. "Um. No." No, ma'am.

"Oh my God. Okay." Libra rubbed at her forehead. "My brother's room is down the all, second door on the left. See if you can find something in there. I think you're about the same size. ...Well? What're you lookin' at me for? Go ahead!"

He felt like he shouldn't be comfortable with wandering through the house of someone he'd just met, much less the room of their brother who didn't even know he was there, but - Libra had told him to, and he wasn't about to disobey something like that from someone like her.

It was a nice house at least, decorated simply but well, nothing out-of-place or unusual. The first door in the hallway stood slightly open, but Lortian didn't feel right with snooping around here when he could just about feel that wolf's sharp orange gaze piercing into his back. And, sure enough ,the second led to a bedroom very clearly belonging to a teenage boy: posters on the walls (one signed, lucky kid); minefield of dirty clothes, trash, and stale potato chips strewn about the carpeted floor; bed left unmade, stuffed animal that probably wasn't his, condom wrapper hanging off the trash can. Strange thing, though: Lortian noticed as he stepped through towards the dresser that there was a distinct lack of that sharp masculine odor he could picked up in the rest of the house.

Either Libra's brother didn't change his clothes much, or he just had one outfit that he particularly enjoyed: when the elf opened that dresser, the mixed smells of mildew and old soap in an attempt to neutralize the former hit his nose. Libra had been right in that it wasn't hard to find a pair of shorts that fit him, but he wasn't sure what to do about the tail flap in back...

And he didn't have a chance to find out, either. After he'd kicked his jeans to the side and right as he started tugging those shorts up his legs, a thick, heavy paw settled down against his shoulder, startling him. He probably would have tumbled forward, were that paw not holding him in place.

"Libra-" he stammered, struggling as he finished getting dressed. "I'm - still-"

"Yes. It's a good look for you. And you know what's even better?"

Before he could respond, his head was being tilted upwards by that same paw - God knows he wasn't about to resist, seeing as how she could probably snap his neck as easily as she could snap her fingers - and then something wrapped around the bare skin of his neck and snapped into place, cool thick leather with metal fastenings. He reached up to feel at it. A collar.

Instantly, his brow furrowed - and those shorts got just a little bit tighter. "What... wait - the hell kind of routine are you going to have me do?"

"Gotta do your stretches." The big she-wolf made her way over to the bed, the mattress of which creaked and strained beneath her weight once she settled down. She scooted close to the edge and spread her legs. If the elf were on his knees, he'd be able to see right up those shorts... "Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm sure Marcus told you. Speaking of which, I could smell that horse on your breath - might've washed it off your skin, but I'm still a wolf. Now, on your knees. Between my legs."

So he obeyed, green eyes on her muzzle. Strange thing, though: that strong musk, that masculine spice, pulsed most noticeably right here in front of her... but that couldn't be right.

In her other paw she had a leash, for which Lortian tilted his head back again so she could clip it to his collar. Then, a bit of a sharp tug on it pulled him forward, so that his nose almost pressed against the seam running down from the middle of her shorts. Concentrated heat, concentrated scent...

She moved her legs to the side. Just wanted to grind that scent into his nose, apparently. "Take these off me."

The elf straightened up a little further, slid his fingers beneath the tight waistband of her shorts, started sliding them down... eyes focused first on those calves and thighs, but when he looked back up-

She wore no underwear. No panties, or boxers as he'd expect her to. The sandy grey fur of her lower belly coursed down between her legs, tinting to a deeper reddish brown at the - the shape and contour of her sheath, thick, full, plump, with a sizeable sack hanging beneath. A small point of glistening red fleshed peeked out from the end of that sheath.

That explained a lot.

"Not what you expected?" the wolf kicked those shorts the rest of the way off and again spread her legs around Lortian's head, staying close to the edge of the mattress with those heavy balls hanging off.

"No ma'am." The elf couldn't help but lick his lips, though, keeping his eyes fixed on her - endowment. Already he could tell that she had more on him in girth, which was... totally fine. Without having to be ordered, he came forward a little further, touched his nose to the warm fur at the base of her sheath... this definitely was the source of that scent on the air, that musk in his nose. It was a good smell, rich without being overbearing, sweat-sharp but still with the cool, smooth spice of maleness beneath it that made his pants continue to tighten. "But I'm not complaining."

"Didn't ask. Y'know, the most important thing about working out and getting in shape is taking initiative. So..." Her paw not clutching the other end of the leash came down to slide her thick-furred sheath back, briefly showing more of her red-fleshed length as well as coaxing it slightly further out. Lortian ran his nose up along that sheath to the rim, warm and moist with the slickness of her growing arousal. "Take that initiative and get to work."

One hand cupping her balls, the other rubbing and squeezing at the base of her sheath... Lortian had had his experiences with canines enough to know just what got them moaning and thrusting. Lips set gently around the end of her cock, tongue flicking and swirling at the tip as he rubbed - and just as he expected, before long Libra had started to gently churn her hips up and down, up and down with his rubbing. As he brought her shaft further out of her sheath, he also gradually dove further down, taking that strong taste into his mouth as he went.

"Not new to cocksucking, are you?" she growled, giving another tug to the leash. Lortian rose up to his knees to bob more fully, now moving his hand to steadily stroke her in rhythm. He had been right about her girth, and then her length... smooth contour along the shaft halfway to the base, the little bulge of her knot starting to form beneath the skin of her sheath. Lortian had to keep on moving his tongue and swallowing with the volume of pre steadily leaking out of that fleshy tip.

Same build as a stallion, same personality, same virility... he kept his other hand firm under her sack, rubbing and rolling her balls over his fingers. He had a pretty good feeling that he'd already smell rather strongly of this wolf by the time he'd make his way back home tonight, but - having it on his hand would make it easier to enjoy that musk.

Libra's breath came and went in gentle panting, the same rhythm as her steady thrusting and her tugging on Lortian's leash. At one point he opened his eyes and looked up at her, past the smooth curve of her breasts: she kept her eyes blissfully shut, while her mouth hung open. The elf started to dive back down, the heat and slickness of her cock already coating the inside of his mouth... hard to imagine that he's been so terrified of her just a few minutes ago. And to think that all she'd had to do was slip a collar around his neck and spread her legs around his head. But, then, right as he was really getting into it-

Strong tug on the leash pulling him back. He flicked his tongue over his lips, licking off the taste of her salty pre.

"Okay, that's enough," she rumbled. "Turn around and - well, can't exactly raise your tail. But you know what I want."

Just like with everything else she'd told him, he obeyed without remark or complaint. Fingers originally pressed into the soft, hot fur of her sheath now digging into the somewhat-rough carpet, head lowered down when it was bobbing along her length just a second before, rump facing her, raised up into the air a little-

The mattress creaked again, and then he felt sharp claws against his skin sliding beneath the waistband of the shorts. Another second, and they had been tugged down to his thighs, just far enough to bring bring everything he had to brag about into sight. First, cool air of the house against his rear and sack - and then, hot moist breath in its place, accompanied by Libra's thumbs spreading him.

"Look at this..." she purred, close enough that he could feel the words trace over his skin. A shiver ran down his back. "Oughtta have a double session with Marcus sometime - I'll use you first, then he'll get a turn, and then I'll get a second, and be sure to clean you all up..."

As she spoke, Lortian could feel her get closer and closer, until - first her lips touched against the ridged rim of his pucker, followed by her broad, flat tongue, surface dragging along the skin and turning his all-over body shiver into a low moan. Again and again she licked at him, starting at the underside of his sack and dragging all the way up along his rear, coating him in her warm, slick saliva and just barely pressing it into him, stretching him open a little with the pressure from that tongue.

She didn't keep at it for long, though. The elf slid a hand down between his legs to stroke at his twitching length, starting to grind his rear back against her muzzle, but - as soon as he did, that tongue slipped away, and he again felt the air, made cooler by the wetness, against his skin. But, then, the same intense heat that he'd had between his lips just a few moments earlier tapped against the rim of his tailhole, Libra tracing it around and teasing him with it first, before moving in towards the center. It took everything Lortian not to straighten up and slide back onto her length.

He hadn't been given that command, after all.

"Not new to getting filled either, then, are you?" Gradually, his leash was tightened and pulled his head up - as well as his body back. Tighter and tighter it became, until he had no choice but to widen his legs and push back against the slick tapered tip of Libra's cock, and to take it slowly into him. The shape of it certainly helped with the girth, but even still, a light gasp worked its way between his teeth, and he inadvertently clenched around her. "Gonna pound you into this carpet, nice and hard. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Lortian swallowed. Even with the slight pain that always came with taking a thick cock, he still churned his hips forward and back, forward and back on her, every time pressing a little bit further onto her and taking her further into him. "Yes-"

But this answer wasn't satisfactory. Another firm tug on his leash, accompanied by a rather rough thrust forward to bury her length about halfway in his rump, all the way past that smooth contour along the midpoint. This gasp of his turned into a breathy yelp, and he arched his back. "Yes, ma'am!"

"Good. That's what I like to hear. You've got..." Libra started to sink into him and pull back out, focusing only on the half of her length already stretching him wide before sliding in further. Every time she pressed forward, Lortian could feel it inside him: that familiar electric pulse of pleasure atop the deeper, slighter discomfort and pain, these latter parts quickly fading and giving way to a lust, a want, a need. "...a damn nice mouth and rump on you, boy... might have to enjoy you again before I send you home tonight. Sit back on this bed and-" Another tug, another thrust, another gasp. Now he could feel the bulge of her still-unswollen knot against him, as well as he could feel each of her twitches and throbs. "-have you ride me, at your own pace. Hell, I bet I could drive you to a hands-free orgasm..."

He was already well on his way there. Her first hard thrust had caused him to brace his hand back against the floor beneath him for balance, and now that Libra pounded at him in a steady rhythm - she took no time for him to adjust to her size, instead pulling all the way back out to the tip and then sinking back in once she'd made it there once, again and again - he had to keep it there. The wolf settled all of her weight against him with each thrust forward, all of the taut muscle all over her body straining against the much smaller elf beneath her.

Just as she kept her pace steady, she kept his leash tight. At one point he had to slide a pair of fingers beneath his collar to allow himself some space to breathe, with a bit of difficulty. What was he supposed to do? Every pound into him pushed another breathy moan out from between his lips, and try as he might to press back against her and get her to slow down a bit... hell, if anything, that just made her sink further and faster into him. That girth of hers was something she certainly knew how to use: the elf swallowed, and gasped, and panted, and flicked his tongue over his lips - was he drooling? - and gritted his teeth...

And then, he could feel Libra's breasts against the back of his head, as well as her hot breath puffing down in front of him. One of her paws slid down to his hip to tug him back against her with every thrust in, sharp claws scraping along his skin and digging into his flesh - a bright, hot pain on top of everything else, just making these shudders of sweet pleasure ripple through him with even more force. At first he didn't even notice the flat pink tongue hanging out of her muzzle above his head - until he felt some of her slobber drip down his cheek, too. It only went along with this warm slickness inside him, every throb and pulse just making him clench tighter and tighter...

"Haah..." the she-wolf breathed, her voice rumbling against Lortian's back. Still she picked up speed and urgency, still she slammed her growing knot against his rear and forced it into him again and again, every time stretching him further and further, until - tug, tug, tug; the tie kept her stuck, with each pull yanking another tense moan from her throat. It wasn't long before the elf could feel her fill him up, pulse after pulse emptying out thick, slick cum deep into him, pressing on his belly from inside, squeezing against him just right so that-

-so that a little movement of his rump, another slight tug on her knot, and then he, too, shot his load out, each spurt coming with a tight clench around the she-wolf's length hilted and buried in him. Even after he'd finished, he could still feel the residual echoes of pleasure keeping him hot and tingling - and each movement from either of them stirred the thick load in his belly, causing him to ooze out a little bit more of his own.

...What was it he'd come over to do? He glanced down between his legs, saw the carpet now streaked with white cum, saw his own still-hard cock twitching and throbbing between his legs... with Libra's much larger sack hanging down behind his, pulsing gently between her strong thighs.

Then, from above him, her voice edged with the exhaustion of her orgasm: "...oughtta have you do push-ups with me on your back... hope you don't get sore quickly; it'll be at least an hour before I can come free of you - and once that time comes, I'll just want to fill you up again... you wouldn't mind, would you, Lori?" One by one, with the elf straining beneath her, she pricked her claws out from where they'd cut into the skin of his thigh.

There were a few different answers to that question. One of the correct ones:

"No, ma'am."