The Mighty Minotaur: Karleen and Ehro
Just a little RP I did with a friend that I feel like sharing, as I had fun and maybe some other people will have fun reading it. It ends a little abruptly, though. Sorry about that!
The following is an RP I did with a friend. It takes place in a fantasy setting of our design, though most of it is his work. You can read up on it at https://www.f-list.net/c/concordianchronicles/ if you desire. If not, that's fine. It's really not a requirement to understand the RP. Anyway this is just an RP log, so there's probably spelling and grammar mistakes, and does end somewhat abruptly. Sorry about that.
You can find descriptions of both characters in the profiles. If you want the quick and dirty: Karleen is an 12 foot tall anthro horse woman, and Ehro is a 4 foot 4 human-ish character with a fairly effeminate, shota-esque appearance along with a very large donger.
The Mighty Minotaur is, surprisingly enough, not a tavern. Not that they don't serve food and drinks there but the main focus is fitness. It's a gym, for lack of a better term, but also so much more. At least that's what the pamphlets say and considering it's slammed in the middle of the upper end of the commercial district of Concordia, there's little doubt it's chock full of probably useless features.
Most of the building houses the gym equipment and considering the wide host of races that Concordia houses, the ceiling is high and the equipment is varied. Everything from gnomes to half-giants are pumping iron with the massive array of tools at their disposal. The smell of sweat and the sound of clanking metal can be smelled and heard throughout the main floor of the building, hinting towards all the mad gains people are making.
Not only is there a main gym floor that houses equipment, but there's also a few side rooms that offer classes from yoga to kickboxing. There's a cafe that resembles a sort of cafeteria where one can pack on the protein and what not before a sick workout session. Or after. Maybe during? It's hard to keep up with what the new diet fad is, though the selection is relatively decent. And it's all you can eat, depending on what you pay for your membership. There's even a pool, spa, and small outdoor park that help complete the complex. All of which planned, built, and operated via magitech. There's even the occasional staffer walking around checking on this crystal or that glowing pipe, ensuring everything is in working order for the patrons.
The Mighty Minotaur probably isn't the best gym in Concordia. Everyone knows the richest of the rich usually have some obscure version of whatever everyone else uses. Not to say membership to the Mighty Minotaur isn't expensive. It most certainly busts the bank but most people agree that if you're looking to work on your fitness, it's one of the best places in the city to do so. There's also plenty of ways to get discounts. For example if your physique is particularly pleasant, a deal can be arranged as your presence may attract more business, regardless of whether or not you much such gains at the Mighty Minotaur or not. Students of the University can also gain certain a student's discount at the gym, the base one being rather paltry but if you take certain classes requiring a certain degree of fitness the discount can be embiggened quite substantially.
Perhaps this is why Ehro has visited the Mighty Minotaur. Dipping into a single class on martial combat some such would ensure he gets a might discount at the Minotaur. And no doubt he's either heard or seen all the lovely girls that come and go. Whether or not he actually gives the a damn about the class is to be seen, but the benefits far outweigh any pushups he may or may not have to do.
With that said, it's doubtful he thought his plan all the way through. Considering his general appearance, it's not exactly surprising that he's in the situation he is now. He's being harassed on all sides by particularly jacked individuals, all of which male. That largest of which is an eight foot tall beastkin lion man. He seems to be the leader of the group, the other two being a six foot -ish human and a half-orc that stands a few inches shy of 7 feet. All of which, as stated before, have made significant gains.
They caught Ehro just as they were leaving for the day and he was entering and immediately beset upon him. No matter that the whole reason for going to a gym is to make the maddest of gains, they tease him about his body regardless. They tell him that the Mighty Minotaur is a place for real men and not a frail thing such as himself. Nevermind that Ehro no doubt beats out the human and half-orc in schlong size. The lion leader on the other hand can probably match the fey-born child as evidence by the impressive bulge that said lion is sporting.
Gym staff, of course, are busy dealing with something else. Whether it be the magitech coating the walls or other customers, they are simply oblivious to the altercation that's starting to get physical as they push the boy around a bit. No doubt a show of dominance as perhaps they perceive the boy's dick size a threat to whatever pecking order this gym has, even if the rest of his body is severely lacking. Of course dick size isn't all that helpful when your opponents are much bigger than you, stronger than you, and don't give a damn about your sexual aptitude. In fact they're picking on you because of it.
Thus the bullying continues for some time. Any cries for help drowned out by the sounds of the gym and their guffaws before being met with more physicality. That is, until he feels the ground shudder ever so slightly in a rhythmic manner, like footsteps. Maybe another jackanape even bigger than these oafs has come to further his torment. The lion gets a bit more physical with the boy, his bulge straining against his shorts as he moves to rub that musky dong against the smaller male.
That crotch never contacts Ehro though, as a huge, chestnut furred hand grips the lion by his head and tosses him backwards with awesome power. The lion flails backwards before landing on the ground. Hard. His two cronies look over to spot a pissed looking horse gal looming over them at 12 feet. She seems dressed for a workout, probably just arriving as there's not a drop of sweat on her. Binding her chest is an orange tank top that can barely be called a tank top. Sure it binds her massive breasts but does nothing more than that. The rest of her upper body is bare to the world, and her tits show a great amount of underboob regardless. It covers up her nipples and seems to keep them steady, at the very least. Her matching orange gym shorts are of similar quality. Sure they stop you from looking at her mare cunt, but the intense cameltoe it creates and the fact it looks sprayed on leaves little to the imagination. It's a wonder how she got it on in the first place but with a physique like hers, she's probably got a nice reserve of dedication and stubbornness.
She grips the strap of her duffel bag tightly in one hand while she lets out a snort from her equine nose, looking down at the other two. "This is pathetic." She states rather plainly to nobody in particular. The half-orc seems to be going for a punch but he's met with a swift flick to his forehead from one of her thick, hoof-like nails. He's sent stumbling backwards, gripping his head in pain. The human puts his hands up and nopes out of this ordeal entirely.
After a brief amount of swearing, name calling, and vague threats of retaliation, all of which the horse woman just stands there and takes, staring down at him like a disappointed parent, the lion and his posse wander off. Karleen rolls her eyes, snorting once more before shifting her gaze to Ehro. She extends a large hand to him. "Karleen." She states, continuing on once he's introduced himself, a rustic accent clinging to a number of the words that come out of her plump lips. "Don't mind them. Most people here are polite or keep to themselves. They just want to feel important." She looks to the main floor. "It's pretty obvious you're new, hun. Ever used any of the equipment here? I can show you how, if you'd like. Ain't no trouble."
Much like the weary and bedraggled appearance that Ehro's currently sports, his clothes aren't too different from that, though he IS dressed a bit more lightly than usual. As normal, some of his clothes still look a size or two too large for him, but he's got a breezy pair of baggy cargo shorts which look like they're actually made instead of modified - although don't have enough leg to conceal an inch or two of his meaty dick, for it still manages to be visible against the fabric despite all the extra room he's got below the belt. Neither do those fat nuts of his remain hidden either. His shirt is more or less a simple T-shit, if a bit ratty from being put through the wringer multiple times. More than a few mended seals can be spied, repaired in both magical and traditional manners. Slung over his shoulder is a simple beat-up bag. no doubt carrying a few supplies the worn-looking child had decided to bring with him for the gym.
As it stands already, his time awake has been brief, and fits the rather grungy look he's got going in, perhaps making him look like quite the shut-in. Granted, those words DO fit to a degree, the description only really holds water when you account for the boy spending most of the time he's in his room with his dick in some form of contact with a female. He'd headed to the Mighty Minotaur right after he'd woken up, and his day had largely been rather uneventful, until these meatheads had shown up.
He still wasn't processing things all too well, and the words weren't really registering to the boy. Overall, he looked bored by the ordeal. However, the shoves are much harder to ignore, and do begin to chip away at his patience. Perhaps they've sensed this, and really upped their ante. He doesn't even cry out for help, and he doesn't even notice the thundering steps heading his way. Ehro is no fool, and he can clearly tell that these folks are looking for some genuine justification to have free reign. Despite that, however, when the lion man starts to shove his junk in his face, Ehro is seconds away from trying his hand at a snap-cast polymorph.
And then the problem basically solves itself. The boy releases a small gust of air from his lungs as he releases the breath he'd been holding since that lion had taken a step towards him, and draws in a few fresher lungfuls of air, which finally culminates in a yawn. Oh wait. There's a bit of a fight going on here, isn't there? The boy pays a brief amount of tribute to the fight in where he plays the role of an idle observer, and makes a mental note that it's not hard to toss people around when you've got about 4 feet on em. Christ that horse-woman is tall. Hot too. Awesome.
Oh wait. She's talking to him now isn't she? He should get on with his reply now, shouldn't he? He's a bit slow on the uptake in his introductions, but she's met in due time as the boy begins the arduous task of waking up. "Ehro." comes the reply, and he waits patiently for her to finish before replying on his own. After he seems to remember he only thought that latter string of words, and forces his body to re-utter that oratory reply. "To be honest, I barely noticed them at first." he says. The mare might pick up more than a few faint scents of female-origin on the boy himself - and while not noticed by most humanoids, it's a detail likely to be picked up by some of the more bestial folk around.
"Haven't had a chance to use any equipment yet. The last time I kind of got mobbed after I'd wandered in to a changing room." he mutters. He takes the woman's hand, and offers a best of a shake as he can by gripping a few of her fingers. "It would be appreciated if you would." he says, adding an earnest smile to his words.
She nods faintly at his reply, hand wrapping around his arm when he shakes her finger. She hoists him up. And up. And up. And up until she places him on her shoulders, his body being devoured by that flaxen blonde mane of hers and coating him in her scent. She smells like brown sugar, apples, and cinnamon. Apple pie comes to mind. As do apple dumplings. Speaking of dumplings, her tits quake with every step she takes through the gym and eyes shift towards her as those iron horse shoes meet the hard floor.
The gazes are more out of admiration than surprise, as it's fairly obvious she's something of a regular here. Though there's a few confused stares at the boy on her shoulders, buried in a sea of cinnamon and apple scented hair. She offers him a brief tour around the place, pointing out this and that. "The main floor's split up for different size categories. Smaller peoples go there." She juts a finger to a section with smaller equipment and a host of goblins, halflings, and gnomes all getting their pump on. "And it just kinda goes up from there." She then swings her finger around, the equipment and the users getting bigger with each new section she points to.
"I'd suggest ya' start with the smaller stuff, hun." She snorts, gesturing back to the equipment for halflings. "Ya'll can move up once ya' build some mass n' all that." She then wanders from the main floor and swings by a few of the side rooms to show off the classes going on here and there, one of which is an all women's yoga class and another is a fairly nude martial arts one. "Can sign up for this sorta stuff over at the main desk near the entrance. If ya' ain't got a membership on the higher end of the spectrum then they get pretty expensive. But higher the membership, cheaper they get. Can even be free."
She wanders her way throughout the rest of the gym, pointing on the other major spots such as the pool, spa, and cafeteria. She even recommends a meal plan for him to help out his early gains. "Mmmm." She grunts, finisher her tour. "That's about it, hun." She hands off her dufflebag to one of the staffers in the gym, no doubt her membership level ensures they take care of her pretty well. She then takes him over to the section of the main floor with the biggest equipment, naturally. She sets him down on one of the bench press benches "Be a dear and hold this one for me, hun." She says before wandering off to do a few stretches and collect some weights for the bench press bar along with some others for general lifting.
One of the nearby bench presses is occupied by a monstrous looking man. Half-ogre maybe. He's not a giant dick like the guys at the entrance but he does snicker when he sees the much smaller Ehro in this part of the gym. Though once Karleen returns that snicker and smirk turns into a look of disbelief at her size and the amount of weight she's stacking onto the bench press bar. She doesn't cut straight into the bench press though. She sits there beside Ehro on the bench and does a few exercises with the dumbbells and the kettlebell she brought, showing him in great detail the form for each exercise. "Don't you worry about the size of the weight, hun. It ain't about liftin' the heaviest shit first. Practice your form first. Nothin' more discouraging than injurin' yourself durin' the first week."
After a few exercises she's worked up a thin sheen of sweat and seems ready for the bench press. She rests herself down on the bench fully, it groaning slightly from her weight. Before long she has both hands locked on the bar. She takes a deep breath, tits looking like they're about to burst from that orange tank top. Speaking of which. Hot damn does Ehro have a great view of her chestnut furred tits. Considering her position he can look straight up that tank top and at that bountiful cleavage, and considering their size difference he might even be able to get a good look at those nipples too from the right angles. "Tell me about yourself, hun." She says. "I'd ask you to spot me but I'll settle with just a distraction and a second pair of eyes to count." She then lifts the bar off its rack. The muscle on her arms bulges with strain, flexing beneath that soft chestnut fur. She lets it sink before raising it up and counting "One..." She repeats and says "Two..." She continues on, softly counting to herself as she listens to him. He may notice that tank top getting tighter and more sheer as she lays into the workout, her tits pushing more tightly against the fabric as her upper body flexes from the lifting.
The presence of a smoking hot lady paying attention to you does wonders in helping one rile themselves from the lingering hold of sleep, and being unexpectedly hoisted upwards on top of her shoulders further spurs him to take in his surroundings due to his new vantage upon the world. There's a few things he immediately notices, and his train of thought could be neatly surmised as 'EVERY SINGLE PERSON NOW LOOKS LIKE A PUNY ANT! THEY ARE TINY AND SO FAR AWA- Oh hey! This is a new angle to view cleavage from... well, at least for those girls wearing clothes. This girl i'm riding smells nice. Holy hell, those tits. I like this angle.'
Ehro drinks in the tour as much as he can - that is to say a great deal of Karleen's explanations get lost in the visual noise as the boy pays more attention to what he'd like to plow in the future rather than exactly how to use a good deal of the equipment. Goblins? Halflings? Gnomes? Those girls are always fun. Usually his size, or smaller, and it's a refreshing experience - though it's nothing like the faerie he'd fucked out in the forest. Girl was half his height, and it was only due to magical bullshit that she'd been able to handle his oversized schlong.
"Course i'd have to start small. It's totally a matter of muscle mass and strength and not related to my stature at all." Ehro replies with a hint of moody sarcasm, likely misinterpreting the meaning of what she'd mentioned. He glances towards the desk. Lady working there is kinda pretty... Though if he wants a better deal, he'd probably need to find the owner, or perhaps volunteer as some sort of coach or 'stretch' assistant. Pool? That looks like fun! And they have a SPA?! That brings back memories of home. He'd probably be able to put a few skills to work there considering the gender ratios of his family and their trade.
He dutifully holds the spot for Karleen, reclining back and simply relaxing as he watches the woman complete each and every stretch, observing her movements closely. Not just to oggle, but to learn as much as he can since she obviously knows what she's doing. That said, there's a lot of attention going in to how those tits roll and gang, along with how her hips rock and her curves strain against her meager clothing. The dick hanging out of his shortleg grows ever so slightly at the show as the pinkened crown peeks out from his foreskin.
The ogre's snicker doesn't bother him in the slightest - in fact, he joins the man briefly considering just how undersized he is for the machine he's saving. "While I prefer to avoid injuries, i'm not too worried about it. You could say i'd be well taken care of, and have some rather effective coverage." he says, remaining perched at the foot of the machine as she lays down upon her back for the bench press. Odd that she didn't disturb him, and he's treated to a glorious eyeful of her horsecunt straining against her shorts with her legs splayed out before him. That, combined with the rather rocking view of her tits overtaking her top gets him hard in a jiffy. It's borderline explosive as his body decides to immediately dump his blood into one particular part of his anatomy, leaving him with a mild ache in the dick coupled with a few annoying moments of dizziness.
He wobbles in place for a moment, dick large enough to shame a stallion of equivalent mass making a mockery of any modesty his shorts once provided. His fat nuts tumble out of the leg as it readjusts his clothes. Funny that it can hang straight out in front with just how wide those legs of his shorts are! Probably an intentional feature of the one who made them for the boy. He gathers his wits and thinks back on what she'd asked him. "Oh. Well, uh? Where to start?" he begins, turning to face her on the bench. A hand reaches out and rests itself upon her bulging twat. He begins to idly play with her folds as she lifts. He traces her anatomy, circling the clit, tracing her contours, as well as giving her donut a playful poke in the center. His other hand is playfully plucking at the side of her sprayed on shorts, slowly peeling the fabric to the side to expose increasing amounts of her anatomy.
"Not really from the city. Born in the country, but i'm taking some schooling here at Arkos. Family kinda runs an inn. Not the richest, but I manage to supplement with a few connections and the odd-job i'm able to get." he says. She can probably smell the pungent pre leaking from his pulsating mast. Hell, she'd be able to get a good look at his aching prick if her massive tits weren't in the way, but she can feel it's writhing girth resting upon one of her thighs as his steamy lube seeps in to her velvety fur. "What about you?" he asks.
Before long the equine finds a sort of rhythm of pumping iron and speaking to the boy, ears twitching to his every word as they hone in on the sound of voice and attempt to drown out everything else around them. There's a few watchers here and there as she works out, though for the most part this seems par for the course. She comes here often, most likely, and thus her immense size has become somewhat normal, thus most of the stars are out of envy or lust rather than actual surprise.
"Not cityborn then? Coulda' fooled me." She smirks, continuing on whilst she lifts the weight. "Musta been here awhile then. You definitely ain't all that rustic. But maybe you're just good at hidin' it. I still can't lose the blasted accent, myself." She snorts, muscles bulging as she presses on with the lifting. She's probably lifting several times his weight and she doesn't even seem to be working up all that much of a sweat. As if a beast like this would ever need a spotter at this point, much less one of his size. He couldn't even help her if something went wrong unless he employed a spell. And there's no way she could know whether or not he even knows telekinesis spells, much less has the abilities to lift a weight of that size with them.
It all seems pretty fishy. Though the fact her legs are spread for him and she hasn't told him to get off the bench seems to hint towards what a "spotter" to her really means, at least in this case. Her fat lower lips bulge obscenely against her shorts under his touch, and the heat radiating from them is nigh molten. She even seems a little moist down there but it isn't showing yet, the fabric seeming pretty good at absorbing moisture. A little sniff of her cunt or his hand would reveal it's definitely not sweat either. It's the musk of a mare ready for some hot dickings most definitely.
She doesn't even seem to mind his dick on her massive leg, or the pre soaking into her fur. If anything this increase of the sexual tension just has her lifting that weight even faster as if it were a feather to her. She continues to speak, her voice resolute, though there's the occasional grunt as she lifts, while her body seems eager for his donger. "I grew up outside the city too, if that weren't obvious. Family owned a farm. Real borin' stuff. Though I used to be a tiny filly back then. Skin, bones, and wasn't all that tall neither. 'Bout the size of a human, I'd figure." She lets out a snort before continuing to regale him. There are some other people watching as she works out and he fondles her sex. Perhaps hinting towards this being somewhat common, her getting fucked as she works out? "As you can see, it didn't really stick. How's the spotting going? I'm ain't really feelin' this workout yet, might get more weight."
"You could say I've always been a bit of a traveller and adapt to the situation well." Ehro replies. "Plus, you could say that the city came to me when I was out in the country. We had a good share of people from the towns staying, and there's a fair share of settlements surrounding the area i'm from. In between a few farms and frequent wilds." he continues.
Ehro had gotten the hint, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to savor any pie he's going to be busy creaming. He continues to tease and pluck at the mare's bits until he's worked her shorts over her fat slab of clam and exposing her glistening twat to the air. After that's taken care of, he wastes no time in bringing his pendulous dick to bear upon her equine sex, taking the briefest of moments to smear the tip of his oozing cock upon her folds before sinking himself in to her sweltering depths. While there's normally a healthy measure of struggle and the sensations of being overwhelmed by his size, the Mare's sheer stature enables her to take a serving of Ehro's oversized meat with ease. It's not long before he's hilted himself into her musky twat and busies himself by slamming away. The raunchy squelches begin to add to the ambience, as do the gentle slaps of hip on hip and the afterbeat of weighty balls bouncing off a well-muscled ass.
"If you ask me, you should keep the accent. It helps distinguish you. Maybe I adapt better since i'm young." the boy suggests. She can feel the veiny texture of his cock grinding against her folds, as well as his pulse. Overall, the fit is snug and fairly comfortable, and he manages it well. One of his hands is always massaging her clit, be it with the palm of his hand grinding against it like a doorknob, or tracing lazy circles with his thumb. "There's a farm not far from my house where I'd spent a deal of time. Sure, it was run by a few human girls. Hard to say what kind it was, really - aside from being a good place. They had plain old animals, your feral beastkin, a few of those new-age ones wanting to get in touch with their 'roots' if you will, and a few more who were just there for the paycheck and to help out where they could." he grunts. "Helped out there quite a bit with breeding and helpin pamper the girls. Reared a and fathered more than a few cubs." he says, not missing a beat as he casually fucks the mare-puss before him.
"Kinda funny how the milk tastes the same among all those kinds of cows, eh?" he says. "So what made you grow like that? Puberty hit you like a giant's club?"
She lets out a snort and grunt when he finally penetrates her, those hefty, chestnut legs shuddering as he slips into those chocolate brown folds. "Mmm. Yer' a better spotter than I expected, hun." She nibbles a little on her lower lip as he pounds her, though it's a little difficult to see past her immense chest. Speaking of which, the fucking has only spurred her into more frenzied weightlifting, and that only causes her muscles to bulge ever more. Her underboob showing top was already straining before she started, it only gotten tighter as she worked out, and now that he's fucking her and she's really laying into her workout, that top looks like it's about to burst. It's so sheer at this point that he can plainly see her painfully erect, chocolate nips through the material. As stretchy as it seems to be, it certainly seems like that top is on borrowed time.
After a few moments of pumping into her snug mare cunt, it's already a slavering mess. The wet, sticky slapping of flesh is par for the course for Ehro, based on his size and sheer virility but he may have met his match with this gal. Her massive pussy seems just as productive in terms of her feminine lube, drenching not only his front with her nectar and musk but also the bench he's sitting on. The combo of both of these hyper sized organs and their productivities is an absolute mess. The slapping of him against her muscles form is beyond sloppy, being heard clearly over the nearby equipment. It saturated and oozes off the bench, causing fat drops of viscous sex fluid to splatter against the floor around them. No doubt similarly fat drops are being cast every which way when he smashes into her cunt with every pump, spreading their heady, unified scent all over the general area.
Speaking of scent, hers is absolutely overwhelming. Without the shorts, and now that she seems fully turned on, her mare musk is truly intoxicating. It even mixes with that scent of apples and cinnamon that clings to her to form something that truly reminds him of the country. Big, fertile animals and apple pie. What more could a country boy ask for? The scents aren't lost on her either, as a glance up would reveal her chest rising up so much more than usual as she takes in deep whiffs of their combined musk, which just turns her on ever more and makes this sexy even more sloppy, which just makes their scent even stronger. It's a pretty nasty loop, but definitely not an unpleasant one. Though her shirt may protest to that, as he can see fat rolls of tit flesh starting to tear holes through the fabric and poke out, the soft chestnut fur oozing forth from every crevice her burgeoning breasts make.
A thin sheen of sweat starts to form on her body as she speaks, the ease in which she's speaking, fucking, and lifting makes the situation a bit surreal, at least for a much smaller creature such as Ehro. "Can't say I disliked livin' on the farm. I mean I love my family. Just sort of outgrew it, I 'spose." She lets out the cross between a grunt and a moan. Or maybe it was a snort and a grunt? It's sort of hard to tell with this giant equine, as every sound she makes is both powerful and little frightening. "Speakin' of which. I guess you could say that. Puberty, that is. I didn't exercise all that much. Did chores 'round the farm, yeah, but that'll only get you so far. Besides my dad didn't want me doin' the more intense stuff anyway." Her thighs get a little closer to him as she clenches pretty tightly, though it's felt more on his dick has her cunt puts it through a vice. "So one day I decided fuck it. My peers were outpacin' me like you wouldn't believe. I still looked like a filly while they were blossomin' to young adults. I exercised, ate better, even found a trainer who used to be an adventurer. Guess my body always had the potential and just needed a jumpstart because when I grew I didn't stop. When I broke ten feet I left for the city. Sure I could help out on the farm but." She grunts loudly, arms bulging as she pushes the weight up in a particularly powerful fashion. "Here I can make more money doing this and that. And this gym -rocks-." There's a loud clank as she sets the bar back on the stand. She looks to one of the various people attempting to work out near them and barks to them. "Add more weight." As she gestures toward the bar. The individual walks off and begins piling on discs of iron to the bar. "Keep going until I say stop." She tells them before letting out a relaxed sigh.
She lays on the bench as more metal is added to the bar, enjoying the feel of Ehro's cock slamming into her drenched folds. "How 'bout you? You're big in your own way. When'd that happen?"
You'd think that Ehro would find the mix of fucking and conversation surreal or bizarre, but having some hottie stimulating his dick is more or less another day in the life. He's had to hone his ability to multitask throughout his life. From frisky sisters trying to distract or trip him up, to other girls at school trying to get a sample or recharge some mana reserves.. Or just wanting a good old stuffing while the poor boy is just trying to work or focus on the task at hand. An argument could be made, that aside from the double-edged sword that is his luck, the only remarkable thing about him would be his sexual attributes. Not only in terms of size, production, and virility, but also that his juices are steeped in magic. Of course, you could just chalk it all up to luck.
The flailing of his sex-slicked balls only adds to the mess they're making, with the oozing musky lube having somehow found it's way to the backside of his swinging nuts. "You could say i've managed to get a lot of practice in, despite my young age." he says as he stifles a half-embarassed laugh. He'd always liked fucking mares - chalk it up to the control they have over their vaginal muscles, and the way they can REALLY milk a dick. His pace is even and measured. Unfaltering, and a testament to a particular strain of endurance he's managed to build up over the years.
Despite the differences in size, it's impressive that Ehro is managing to have her abdomen bulge ever so slightly from the dick hammering home inside her. He puts a little more weight on her body as he braces himself to provide better leverage in his workout, eyes trained on that top of hers, seeing just how much damage that flimsy top can really take.
"I can't really decide if i'd like to settle down anywhere for a long period of time. I know people from all over... and like catching up with em." he says, pausing as his body shudders and he lets out a little grunt partway though his phrase. Karleen can feel a sudden influx of heat being dumped deep inside her body, and each violent flex of his turgid prick as it shoots a few syrupy spurts of nutslop deep inside her musky snatch. And then he's back to drilling her once more, resuming the pace while working on churning some of his milk into a frothy cream. "Well... I think everybody needs to eat to grow. Glad ya manage to spur that on before it was too late." he says, not letting up even as the mare stops to have more weight added to the bars. "I'd agree with you there. There's a lot to do here, and this is only my second time."
"As for me? Well, you could say i've always been packing this as far as I can remember. Bit of an early bloomer too, I guess you could say - well, at least when it comes to humans. I know you beastfolk grow and develop fast..." he trails off. "Not really as interesting as your story, but I managed to get into a fair share of trouble as a result of my situation." he says. There's an added layer of scent and color added to their swampy mire as some well-whipped cum begins to seep out of her cunt from Ehro's motions. The added protiens begin to build up a few yolky ropes which bridge their more intimate areas together.
"I got that impression for sure. Good to have someone with experience." She snickers softly to herself, though continues to just listen as he fucks her. She certainly can feel it, as is evidence of the occasional grunt and the shudders here and there. Obviously her erect nipples and clit, combined with just how juicy that cunt is also hint towards him doing a fine job of pleasing her. She just resting is all, an idle hand coming up to play with one of her nipples as their conversation continues.
"Parents were a similar way. Met at an early age. Travelled a lot. Then started a farm and had me. Both equines, too. I feel pretty similar, honestly. Don't want to stick around one place for too long but I always come back here. There's not a lot of gyms that can keep up with a body like mine but this one does the a decent job. And the food's not half bad." She looks to the person stacking on weight and tells them to stop. They do so and back off rather quickly. If she can lift what's on there now, it makes sense what she had on there before felt like a feather.
She lets out a distinctly feminine moan as she gives her nipple a twist, body contorting on the bench as she does so. A ripping sound can be heard from the fabric of her top when she does this but it seems to hold for the most part. "Mmm. Yeah, we grow pretty fast. That's what I had heard. What I'd seen. Almost lost hope that I'd ever really bloom. Almost." She mutters the last word to herself as she places her hands on the bar and begins to take it off the rack. This time she's not as casual about it. She's careful and her form is immaculate as she does so. Her muscles bulge intensely, the veins capable of being seen through her coat of chestnut fur as this weight seems to truly strain her impressive body. More sweat forms on her as she begins to lift it up, she counts "One..." as she peaks before bringing it back down. At this point her chest is literally spilling out of her top to the point where it looks like a piece of ripped up orange floss foolishly attempting to bind those tits.
This also has the side-effect of her cunt flexing and milking is cock even harder, no doubt coming down upon him with even more strength than what her hands must feel like. She peaks again "Two." She states, and her shirt is ripped asunder, her tits spilling forth with gratuitous bounces and quakes. They eventually settle on her chest, nipples pointing to the ceiling in excitement. She continues lifting the weight, up and down, ever so slowly. Each peak of the weight is marked with a milking of his cock, a bulging of her muscles, and ever more arousal as she gets closer and closer to her own, blissful, orgasmic peak.
While the cum Ehro's whipping as he fucks that tight, mare cunt is prominant, it's nowhere near the size of that fat wad he'd dumped deep inside her nethers. That wad only gets bigger when the boy slams his hips home once more, sending a second wave of swimmers marching their way to her womb. Unlike the first spurt, he doesn't stop thrusting, and instead times his lunges so that he's bottomed out whenever his prick is forcing another gob out of it's beating mass. The boy's STILL hard after that. Perks of youth, eh?
The boy flashes the mare a wink at the compliment and starts back up again. "With company like you here, I can see why somebody would become a regular at this place." Ehro replies. The odd pant and grunt mar his voice, though this seems to be from him kicking up the ante in his thrusting. "Hard to pin down an exact ratio. Depends on the species I think. I've seen some of you girls grow from a cub to a horny youngster or teen in a year... but that's usuall relegated to some of those early blooming rodent ones like rats or mice..." Ehro says.
And then she starts lifting again, and Ehro decides to doubled down on his efforts to really smash the hell out of that pussy, right as she starts lifting those weights of hers. Harder. Faster. Fucking her like he's trying to hurt her. It's a futile attempt, but it's an effort that's felt against her hips and her ass as his nuts knock against her firm asscheeks and his hands move to grip her sides as he puts as much of his body into it as he can. The milking motions of her cunt help spur the boy on, and help his sensitive prick clime that tumultulous mountain of bliss once more. "I think... Most of you beastgirls can be knocked up after about four years. Covers most variants. That aren't. The late bloomers." The boys pants.
Well he'd certainly be hard pressed to hurt her, but there's no doubt that meaty twat of hers is mighty sensitive. Thus his strong thrusts are definitely felt in more ways than one. But she marches on with her exercise, lifting the weight up and down, seemingly oblivious to the fact her orange shirt burst open or that he's vigorously fucking her. Well, she probably notices the latter considering the occasional moan, along with how molten and gooey her mare cunt is. Not to mention her inner muscles seem to be dexterously milking him, something that's probably not a complete afterthought for her.
And still she lifts. Her stamina and strength seem endless as she pumps that iron to the point of absurdity. If Ehro wasn't so focused on fucking this amazonian equine then he may notice the magic in his cum mingling with her body to a degree. Though it's unclear whether this is her usual fortitude or if he's enhanced it somehow. The people around them seem to both aroused and amazed, so perhaps he is having some affect on her. What is for certain is that she seems to be getting closer to her own personal climax every time that metal bar peaks in the air.
This goes on for some time, her lifting and him filling her. Occasionally she asks for more weight, then pumps the shit out of that weight, before moving onto more. Exhaustion appears to be a foreign concept to her, as if Ehro is sharing his impressive sexual endurance with her by way of magic filled cummies. But all good things must come to an end.
Eventually the sound of clanking metal echoes throughout the gym as she rests the bar back on the stand and lets out a heavy sigh followed by a twist of her body coupled with a feminine moan as a climax soars through her. A hand slides down to press him deeply against her female folds as she traps him between her thighs. If she had toes, no doubt they'd be curling as her eyes shut and she lets her orgasm take her on a journey of ecstasy. When all is said and down she's panting, coated in a sheen of sweat, and his front is coated heavily in equine nectar. "Mmm, hon. That was a good workout." She stretches her arms wide as she starts to sit up.
She slips both hands under his arms and picks him like he's a child, the veins beneath her fur still bulging from the recent workout. She guides that dick of his into her maw, sliding her lips around it with ease and sucking on it like a straw. She hilts his dick rather easily, her lips smooching up against his probably hairless crotch. He can feel the air around his front swoosh into her nostrils before being blown back against him in a warm gust. Her tongue wraps around and caresses his cock as it inhabits her mouth, coating it in her spittle and savoring his musky taste mixed with her own tangy flavor. She sucks on it for some time whilst on the bench, suckling down every drop of pre or actual cum that spurts out from it and depositing it into what is probably quite the stomach below.
She reaches down and grabs her duffle bag, holding him still with one hand. She then gets up and tilts him ever so slightly to the side so that she can see a little bit past him. She makes her way to the locker room, continuing to suckle that cock all the while. She even loosens up her grip just a little to let him thrust into her mouth if he so desires. Though he may be distracted by those now unrestrained tits, bouncing about past her chest floof as she walks.
When she makes it to the lockers she sets him on top of them, lips still on his manhood as she opens the locker and begins to rifle around with her bag. Eventually she stuffs all her belongings into the locker Her lips leave his dick with a satisfying pop, his meat completely void of anything but her spittle. She gives his front a few licks to get rid of any cum or her own lube that still clings to him as well. She then pulls out a small towel before she pulls down her sex coated shorts and tosses them in as well. She wraps the towel around her waist as she speaks, that flaxen blonde tail waving back and forth as if trying to make life more difficult. "That was one hell of a workout, hun. I'm gonna head to the onsen. Well. I dunno if it's actually an onsen exactly. Ain't heard of no hot springs 'round here so I guess it's an artificial sort of thing. Prolly magic I guess." She shrugs after getting the towel fastened. "You can put your stuff in my locker if you want. Assumin' you'd like to join me." She smirks, crossing her arms under her chest to push up her tits and create and even more lovely valley of chestnut cleavage.
By the end of it all, it's unclear just how many loads Ehro had shot inside Karleen's musky horsetwat. He'd lost count long ago, but he's certainly produced enough that she's probably going to be trailing chunks of his ball-batter for a good measure of time after they're done. That fact is only further driven home when the anthropomorphic mare removes the boy from her cunt and a thick, sticky gob of cum oozes out in the wake of his dick, slowly seeping down onto the bench like a viscous glue. A few stubborn rivulets, still connecting his fat nuts and distended prick to the bulk of that wad are carried away when she pulls him upwards, and draped across her tits and chin when she brings her mouth to bear upon his shaft.
The texture of his seed is like a good meany of those who boast high yield. Rich, creamy, and chewy. But he carries a peculiar flavor and scent, though at the moment heavily mixed with the mare's own. It's certainly a virile kind, and yet it almost seems clean? pure? It's lacking the sort of sharper flavors and scents that might come from an older and more matured male. Mild, yet distinctly filling and satisfying. Right when she's finished polishing that rod off for the boy, she can feel him buck his hips into her face as his dick spills yet another serving of his yogurt into the mare's body.
The boy is content, and he's watching those massive horsejugs jostle upon her chest as much as he scans around for any other women who seem like they might want a few servings from the boy, and trying to commit those faces to memory for future endeavors. He doesn't struggle, and simply goes along for the ride, letting the woman enjoy his dick, even as she sets him down upon the locker.
"I'm glad you liked it. Hard to say whether you enjoyed pumping iron or pumping my dick more." he says, flashing the girl a smirk. "The springs? Yeah, probably magic. Or a feat of clever engineering. It can be hard to tell sometimes, you know?" he says. His dick begins to relax, drooping ever so slightly from the lack of stimulation. "If you don't mind me askin - just wondering what the point of the towel is? I assume a good chunk of the gym is familiar with what your bits look like." he says. "I'd love to join you in the hot springs. I'm not doing too much today." he says as he starts to peel off his clothes and toss them in the locker. "Gonna be a dame and carry me there like you've been doing all day today?"
She glances down to the towel with a shrug before lifting a hand to wipe a finger across the side of her muzzle, gathering up a bit of stray cum. She pops the finger into her muzzle, suckling on it for a second or two before letting it go. She then snickers before speaking. "Force of habit combined with not feeling like carrying it over my shoulder." She then reaches up to pull him onto her shoulders.
"Well of course, hun. Wouldn't want to ruin your fun of looking down at everyone, now would I?" She snickers again before closing the locker, locking it, and then wandering out of the locker room. They walk for a few moments through the complex and a hello or two is exchanged with some of the other regulars of the building as he thumps her way to the onsen.
They arrive without too much trouble, though they do need to get through the door and that's quite the adventure in itself. The onsen itself is steamy and relaxing, with oriental style art along the walls. The onsen isn't gender divided due to space being at a premium and people just generally not caring, so there isn't much of an issue with them relaxing together. She folds up her towel and sets it to the side before letting him off her shoulders. She then sinks into the warm, steamy water with a long, drawn out sigh of relaxation. She has to lay down quite a bit in the water but eventually a good portion of her is covered in it. She shuts her eyes as she relaxes for a moment or two.
An eye opens as she gestures to Ehro to join her. And by join her she means get on top of her. She gives one of her tits a gentle caress followed by a groping squeeze to punctuate her point. "Ready for round two?" She asks with a smirk. "It'll be easier to talk when I'm not lifting gods know how many pounds."
"I have the feeling you'd like me riding upon you rather than a towel. I might be mistaken, but I get the feeling you enjoy being a mount more than your ordinary horse." Ehro says, quickly leaning against the side of Karleen's head and resting an elbow atop her scalp. "It's not often I get to experience that sort of thing, so i'm going to enjoy the ride while it lasts." he says.
As naked as the day he was born, and nary a hair on his body aside from that upon his scalp and brow, he flaunts his position to the world, true to his word. He even goes as far as to spread those legs of his a little wider to boast about advertise what he's packing. When they finally do get through the doors, the boy is rather astounded the gym has such a place for relaxation. They sure do seem to offer a lot, and he muses just how wealthy some of the patrons might be to demand such an array of services and luxuries.
As soon as he's set down and the towel's down from around the Mare's hips, the boy reaches up to coil his finger around a rope of cum dangling from her well-fucked twat before moving that finger up to her tight donut of a pucker and shoving it deep inside. And then he's in the 'pool' before she can blink. He wades around restlessly, drinking in the sights of the patrons as he waits for Karleen to get settled. In fact, the woman barely has time to finish that gesture before the boy is already on top of her, nestling his cock between her tits as he bunches those fleshy mounds up as best he can with his legs - and then rests his arms upon those great big mounds. She can feel his dick once again getting hard, and he's already gently rocking those hips into her undercleavage.
"Round two? Talk? From the way you are at the moment, i'd say you're probably chomping for a bit of conversation. When you want round two to start for real, i'd like to give that rump of yours a bit of love." he says.
"Ordinary horse? Well I'd say I'm a ways different than an ordinary horse, hun. Bigger, at the very least." She then swats at his hand when he tries to finger her butt, but she's too slow. Mayhaps on purpose. By the time her hand gets back there his is already out and he's in the onsen. She giggles, gets inside, and lets out a deep sigh.
His cock is absolutely dominated by her tits, the soft, chestnut mounds far bigger than that of most gals. Though the equine herself is far bigger than most gals, and those tits are a little large even for her. For him they are soft, warm mountains that he's plunging his manhood into. She rests her elbows on the edge of the onsen as she places her big hands on either side of her tits, groping them tightly and pushing the cleavage together to form a nice vice around his dick.
The vice can hardly be called such, as it's a far cry from how tight her equine pussy was clamping down on his dick but the added pressure is nice as it adds to the tit massage she's giving him. It's doubtful he can actually come out the other side of her soft cleavage, every time he pushes his warm, hard rod into her it disappears into soft fur and fatty tit flesh. Mayhaps his tip is tickled by that flaxen chestfloof of hers but once pounds that cock into her boobs, it's gone. Swallowed up by cuddly softness.
As she's tit fucking him she speaks in a casual tone, relaxing in the water and not really paying all that much mind to his fun beyond pressing her tits together and offering the occasional squirm or biting of the lower lip due to the sensitivity and the feels of his throbbing dick sending his pulse through her tits. "So why come by here? To this gym? It's pretty expensive to just visit without some sort of goal. Looking to put on mass?" She asks, taking a hand off her tits and pinching one of his arms between two fingers before lifting it up a little, a smirk on her lips as she does so. She lets him go shortly thereafter and returns the hand to her breast, massaging herself and his cock indirectly. "It'll be a lot of work but it's doable. Though with a frame like yours I'd suggest swimming or running if you want to stay in shape."
Her reply on horses seems to have had the boy mulling the information over in his head, his brow furrowed with thought as he obviously attempts to recall some of the things he'd seen and learned over his approximate decade-long lifespan, and this endeavor is carried out while he gently loses his dick between those massive horse-tits. "I'd say you're probably not bigger than the other big horses. Except you stand on two feet most of the time." he says, flashing the woman a cheeky grin at his innuendo.
It's not often Ehro comes against a pair of breasts so massive that they're actually capable of completely engulfing his dick. Though, with that detail in mind, he'd probably be able to break through the top of her cleavage if her torso were upright rather than the woman lying upon her back. The gentle claps of his hips smacking lightly against her tits are drowned out in the ambiance of the springs themselves, along with the muddled conversation and hotspring shennanigans of the other patrons.
"I got a few reasons." the boy says, briefly pausing to lose himself in some sensation as he momentarily pauses his thrusting and wiggles his prick between Karleen's mashed cleavage. "Mass isn't something i'm too focused on. Figure it would help me stay fit and work on a few things my school stuff doesn't normally cover." Ehro says, biting his lower lip as a shudder wracks his body. "Cardio isn't much of a problem, and that's partially related to my first visit here with a few friends from school. Go as a bit of a group, provide a few things for those girls, maybe pick up a few more customers while I'm here if I can."
The equine beastkin can feel a gooey heat building between her tits as the boy casually chats with her, along with some of the telltale scents of his ballbutter. He is slowly but surely building up a steady pace against those tits of hers as he does his best to continue the conversation. "Do a lot of running. Some mild gymnastics at the academy... Fucking is never in short supply either." the boy says, blowing yet another load into that horsey titcunt. A thick sludge of pungent ballsnot is already seeping from the top of her cleavage and oozing down the front of her chest towards the mare's neck. She might even be able to catch the ropes of jizz yanking on her fur as they try to glue Ehro's abdomen to her undercleavage.
She pulls her head back to rest it on a wet rock as he has his fun. She gives gentle nods here and there, her equine ears flicking toward him when he speaks and then flicking towards the rest of the onsen when he stops to get in a particularly strong series of thrusts. "Mhm. I get you. Mass building isn't all that exciting anyway. Though coming from me that prolly doesn't mean much. Afterall I've got plenty of mass already, so the prospect of building more ain't all that excitin' to be honest." She mulls over the idea for a few more moments, listening to his reasons and the sound of his nuts + cock smash against her chestnut furred flesh. Her tits quake with every thrust, like an ocean of pudding. Except with nipples. Big, chocolate colored, erect nipples that look so suckable and delicious.
"Maintaining what I have is hard enough. Well. Relatively speaking. I don't find it hard but I've been told my routine sounds like hell." She shrugs faintly, staring upwards. There's a sky, for sure, but it's difficult to tell whether that's a real sky or a false one that's magically recreated. She never did have a good eye when it came to illusions. "Fuckin' is definitely good exercise. I'll give you that, hun. Though I prefer to diversify. Dunno if you could subsist entirely off sex when it comes to keeping in shape and all that. I imagine -you- can." She states, lifting a hand from her tit to poke him in the head rather forcefully before returning the hand back to her tit. "You've got some good endurance. A lot of people don't last all that long." She smirks softly. "Though I say that from experience, and I'm a bit of an outlier when it endurance and strength and all that. I heard there's spells and what not for it though." She sits up a bit when she feels cum against her neck.
She drags a finger across his nut butter before popping it into her mouth and giving it a suckle. "Don't suppose you know anything about that? You do magic, right? I imagine if you wanted to build mass you'd just do some magic." She shrugs. "Never been one for magic. Too much memorization." She slides her hands under his arms, lifting him up.
She sets him down on her tits before sliding his cock into her mouth once again to begin slurping on it like a fat, throbbing straw. She caresses the underside of it with her large tongue, tracing his veins with the tip of it as she pulls him deeper and deeper. Eventually her snout is pressed firmly against his chest. One hand holds him there while the other reaches down to fondle the nuts that are pressed against her chin. Seems like the equine is looking for a particularly fat load.
Ehro takes a moment or two in his fervent humping to gnaw at one Karleen's meaty nipples. He's gentle with his teeth, and he's likely able to apply a bit more pressure to her larger mammaries, but he's also generous with swirling his tongue around her fleshy nub along with applying a few forceful suckles to his chosen milkbag. When he's finally had enough of that, he relents from his humping an the pressure against her tits, shifting his position to let one of her breasts tumble away from his dick (if the horse woman even lets it fall).
"Well, what you work does depend on position and how you do it, but i've found it to help with a few widely used muscle groups. Not as intense as an actual workout, but it's great for cardio." Ehro says with a small laugh. "I'd say my endurance is one of the few things I actually have going for me. Next to that, I don't know what it takes for me to run completely dry." he adds. "I'm mainly studying magic at the moment, so I know a few things. Don't seem to have a knack for the usual stuff and I have my fair share of mishaps, both good and bad... But I'm managing well enough."
"Building mass with magic is inefficient and has a larger margine of error, especially if you actually want that mass to actually do something." Ehro says as he's lifted into the air. Thick rivulets of cum stretch out from the boy's dick from between the valley of Karleen's quaking mammaries. A valley of cleavage that looks like it's got years worth of cum-based cobwebs between em. He leans lazily back, rear end seated upon her great mounts as she once again cleans his pulsating tool. Course, that's not the only thing that's a mess - his nuts, thighs, and belly all have a liberal scattering of creamy gobs and strings clinging to his pale flesh. When she really starts to suck his dick down, the boy, reaches forward and buries his fingers in her hair. Like a boy fighting a titan, he tries his best to pull her snout into his lap and drive his hips forward into her muzzle.
Bap. Bap. Bap. Weighty balls slosh and crash against her chin, cum from his belly gets smeared into her nostrils. The tip of his bulky dick bashes against the back of her throat as it gets shoved down her neck. It's stiffness providing a measure of discomfort as she cranes her neck forward as she tries to coax forth her fill, until at long last the boy struggles with all his might to hold her fast against his groin. A burning heat wells at the back of her throat before she begins to taste his seed on the back of her tongue just before it cuts off airflow to her sinuses. Moments later, cum begins to burble up from her nostrils and the boy loosens his grip. The dense feeling in her throat remains even as she might pull away, and even when she clears her windpipe completely, there'll still be left with a thick, viscous coating for a while yet. It seems that she might have lucked out and gotten something particularily rich. It's like that load's been brewing at the bottom of Ehro's nuts for a few weeks. There's even a few gummy chunks she should probably chew!