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Andrea sucked a gulp of Gatorade out of her bottle. She mulled over the prospect of taking on the sissy boy before her as one of her personal cases. She was never motivated by altruism or even monetary greed, but simply perverse lust. Her cock informed most of her decisions, and she had been making that obliquely known to the mouse presently asking for her services. She'd consider it for some services in return; she was concerned about his endurance and his willpower; and to top it off, she outright said of his exercise goal, "You wanna lose your ass? Gimme a break, it's probably the only reason anybody hangs around you."

The mouse indeed sported an ass so thick and plump as to be out-of-place on an otherwise slender body. It earned him favorable comparisons to women and drew men to him, men who always seemed to want to spank him. Like the mesmerization which came from watching a platter of a certain popular gelatin dessert jiggle and dance, the men in Zach's life loved to see his big ass move. Swatting it was just the quickest way to make it shake.

Zach, of course, didn't like being spanked. He frowned at Andrea. "Do you know what it's like having a big ass like I do?"

The grin tugging at Andrea's face was pure evil. She jabbed at Zach's breast with her pointing finger, the claw stabbing into his fishnet and ripping a hole in it. "What do you wear this shit for? Pretending you're a mermaid in a net?" She shook her head and snickered. "And yeah, I do know. Difference is that shit's normal on me, I'm a woman."

Zach huffed and folded his arms over his chest. "My point still stands."

"No it doesn't," Andrea said with a laugh. "You're just trying to sound smart now. Fucking nerd, let me tell you what." She stood up from the bench sharply enough that Zach flinched back a step. He lost his balance and pinwheeled his arms as he regained his center of gravity. "I'll be your trainer, but as long as you got that fat ass, I'm gonna fuck it."

To his credit, Zach didn't show any shock at Andrea's proposal or the sudden revelation that she had a dick. He didn't ask if he'd be paying for his training despite letting her fuck him (of course he would be). His only condition, if it could even be considered one, came when he said, "All right. But no spanking."

"No spanking, my big butt is all sensitive, nyeh-nyeh-nyeh," Andrea teased, miming wiping away tears from her eyes. "Pussy. Whatever. Your butthole's gonna be so gaped you won't care what happens to the cheeks anyway. Come back tomorrow and bring lube. Get the fuck out of my gym for now, boy."

It was just past closing time when Zach showed up the following day, a Saturday. Over his fishnet and boyshorts, he wore a long black coat which had gone out of style in the early part of the last decade. A thick bottle of lubricant bulged his pocket.

Andrea's assistant, a foxcoon with a sour face but exactly the kind of figure Zach envied, passed him in the middle of the gym. Zach tried to greet him politely, but the fox didn't acknowledge him, and his expression strongly reminded the mouse of himself. It was the face of a rape victim.

The mouse felt uncomfortable wandering through Andrea's gym in the dark. He followed the few lights which were still on and casting fuzzy halos of sun-hued light on the buffed wood floors. He made his way to the locker room where he had spoken to her in the first place. He found her waiting for him.

Sweat gleamed in Andrea's coat, looking like the aftermath of a workout, but Zach recalled the unfortunate expression on the fox's face and thought differently of her appearance. Making the notion explicit was the fact that Andrea sat nude, her only piece of attire a scrunchie on her ponytail. Everything else was on full display, though all but her large, black penis was uninteresting to the gay mouse.

"You gonna stand there and stare, or am I gonna fuck your brains out?"

Zach frowned. He fished the lube out of his coat pocket, tossed it to her, pulled off his coat. "I guess you can fuck me, if you won't let me be in your gym otherwise."

"I won't," Andrea replied tartly. "What's this stuff? Jizz Lube? This that crap they give you with those dragon sex toys?" She snickered and raked her thumb's claw through the label. "Guess I know what you like to do in your spare time."

"It's what I have, all right?" He held his coat by the shoulders and looked around momentarily for a place to hang it, then dropped it on one of the benches with a sigh.

When Zach started to pull up his fishnet, Andrea barked, "Leave that on! You look like a slut with it. Just get your fat ass out where I can see it."

"All right, fine." Zach slipped down the boyshorts, baring his small genitals and overlarge bottom, the contrast causing them to exaggerate each other. He walked near the tiger, who was smearing the lube generously on her cock. If she had really just raped that foxcoon, it was impossible to tell; she was hard as a rock.

"You, uh, have a nice dick." The mouse played with his tail, pulling it around his waist as if it were a belt. Its tip flicked ineffectually. "And I guess nice boobs."

Andrea stroked herself, adding glossy lube to her matte black penis. She sneered when she heard his clumsy compliments. "You really gonna try to kiss my ass now? Give me a break, faggot. I've heard better pickup lines from serial killers. Bend over."

The command was so seamlessly woven into Andrea's weird simile that Zach didn't notice it until he went over the words a few more times. By then the tiger's smirk had begun to falter. He could see she was about to snap at him, could even imagine what she'd say (right now, you dumb shit, do it before I claw your balls off), and he jerked into action with a half-hearted nod. Zach bared himself for Andrea, touching his toes and holding his tail aside so that his fat ass cheeks were front and center in the tiger's field of vision.

"There we go," Andrea muttered. "Thought I might have to take a belt to your ass."

"Please don't," Zach said tightly. "There's no need for that, is there?"

"Might be." The big cat slipped off the bench, leaving a smear of sweat on the laminated wood. She grabbed him by the ass cheeks, digging in her fingers but not claws, and she pulled them wide apart as if trying to split him in half. Zach didn't make a peep despite the discomfort. "Cute butthole! You get fucked a lot?"

A blush began on Zach's face. "I do, I guess. It, um... it helps me cope."

Andrea rolled her eyes. She asked in rather sweet contrast, "Cope with what?"

Zach began to answer when Andrea bumped against him. Fat, black meat ground perversely on his anus, coaxing his pucker to clench and smooch against the tiger's glans. "Ah, well," he stammered, searching for words he wasn't sure about, "I was, you know, raped? This rock singer guy did it to me, and he beat me with his hairbrush, and he just... it was awful."

"Rock singer guy," the tiger flatly parroted, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She pulled Zach back, using the weight of the mouse's ass to start things off. Her slow entry into him left her shivering; a sultry feline sound passed her lips. Watching her cock vanish into Zach's pink anus, she asked, "Was it that Kahnso asshole?"

The mouse grimaced as much in pain as embarrassment. "How did you know?"

"Well," Andrea said, beginning to cackle, "he's got a reputation for that shit. That's all. With his hairbrush? Shit, he never mentioned that part."

"You know him!" Zach cried, and he felt his eyes begin to water. "Oh, god, I don't wanna go near him again. Oh, ga-a-awd."

Dominance over the mouse had belonged to Andrea since she'd met him, but suddenly she found herself with a surplus of leverage which was intoxicating. She yanked back the fat-assed mouse, plugging her cock in balls-deep. Zach yelped in pain and his big cheeks clapped when they hit the tiger's pelvis. "You don't want him to nail you again? Then you're gonna stay close to me and do what I say, bitch-ass. Otherwise I'll leave you hogtied on his goddamn doorstep like a package."

"I'll do whatever you say, I swear, just don't tell him where I am," Zach all but whimpered. "Oh, fuck, this isn't good..."

Andrea bucked against the mouse, her motions as rough as her boorish demeanor suggested. She showed no feline or feminine grace, pounding her hips against Zach's wide rear as severely as a man would. Her thick meat reamed him, making his pucker swell and throb. "Quit your goddamn whining, you sound like a teenage girl who got what she was askin' for after being a cocktease at a party. Open a vein up if it hurts that much."

Zach let out a single sob and then toughened up, forcing the sobbing to stop even if the crying wouldn't. He held his ankles so tightly his feet began to ache.

The tigress gnawed her lip, swishing her tail in an uncommon show of feline pleasure. Her tits bounced with her sharp movements, and Andrea didn't care much for that. She would have pulled on her sports bra but didn't feel like prying herself away from the mouse even for a second. "I've seen how big his dick is. I don't think he really did rape you, your ass wouldn't be near this snug if he had."

"He did rape me!" Zach bleated, and he started to sob again. Being both inverted and in tears left his sinuses plugged and uncomfortable. Pressure ached inside his face as if he'd been beaten up. "Oh, god, you're just like he was. I hate this..."

"I'm better than he was," Andrea snapped, cracking a huge, toothy grin then. She yowled and brutally raked her claws down his ass, scraping but not ripping skin, a remarkable feat given how peach-soft his bottom was. Zach nevertheless shrieked like she'd raked chunks of meat out of his body and tried to pull forward only for Andrea to hook her fingers around his hips and yank him back so her pelvis crashed into his ass. Her heavy scrotum swung up against his, treating him to exquisite, nearly vomit-inducing pain which saw him curl inward again, this time to hug himself. He clenched like a vise in reflex and uttered a broken cry.

Andrea felt a similar pain, but where Zach was debilitated by it, the tiger experienced masochistic delight. She liked her sex rough; the whole reason she'd stopped blackmailing the rockstar into sex was because he'd become so passive. Andrea liked to be bruised and clawed as much as she gave it, and it would no doubt be the undoing of her business arrangement with the mouse at some point. But for the moment, Zach was prey to fuck and frighten, and she bore down on him like a beast. She knocked him down against the bench, falling with him and smashing his middle into the sweaty bench. He involuntarily let loose all the air in his lungs and couldn't readily suck in more when the tiger put all her weight against his shoulders.

"I'm gonna cum. Gonna shoot my dick sauce so far up your ass, you're gonna belch sperm, my lil' sexpot," Andrea said in a low, but crazed voice somehow between a hiss and a snarl. She went on raping him, pounding her stout hips against the twin bubbles of his ass. Every buck produced a fleshy clap which cumulatively drowned out the rodent's pathetic attempts to draw breath.

With little air in his lungs, Zach pleaded, "Can't breathe, stop! Please!" His voice was a husky whisper. Andrea's keen ears caught every syllable; she just didn't care that he was in distress.

"Oh, fuck, you're better than Desmond. All boys oughta have asses like you, y'little fucker," the tiger said, losing her edge, panting with her words instead. She sounded somehow indulgent to the mouse, as if she were savoring the full gulps of air she could freely suck in. Zach felt he'd gladly face down the rockstar again if he could just fill his lungs.

Andrea grimaced and clenched, tightening every muscle she could. Even her anus winked, hidden down in her ass cheeks and smeared with sweat. She rammed into Zach for the last time that evening and came, shooting her second load of the night, but Zach had long since forgotten about the fox from earlier. Andrea's orgasm felt so full and dense that it was impossible to imagine it as anything but her first climax in days, not the second one in an hour.

As she pumped into Zach, whose ass clenched on her cock in that deliciously involuntary way, Andrea shuddered and slipped her paws off his shoulders and onto the bench. Zach sucked in all the air he could, choking it in and blubbering, having thought he'd never get to draw breath again. "I don't--, just forget the training, I don't want it!"

The tiger snickered. She leaned low and nosed into the mouse's goth hair, pressing her teeth against the crown of his head. Into his hair she hissed, "Like fuck you don't. You're getting trained whether you want it or not, fatass. Unless you want Mr. Kahnso to find out where you're living."

Zach let out a labored cry. He sniffed. "Why are you treating me like this? What's your problem? Everybody does this to me."

She kissed the back of his neck. There was no affection in this. She seemed predatory and hungry to him. "In my case, it's 'cause I can, and you're a fucking candy-ass. Something to consider. Remember this, now: I expect you in here three times a week. Bring lube."

"Or you sic Kahnso on me," Zach said, numbly.

Andrea beamed a smile. "Smart kid. Now get off my dick and get out of my gym, I got shit to do around here."