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A Good Workout

By Mantrid Brizon

(01/30/2022)

Entering the health club late in the evening, Tasha passes by the lone female employee who attends the front desk. They greet each other by name, as Tasha, the dainty but athletic canine is a regular there. It's a weekday, and she doesn't expect there to be very many people in the gym area, and is pleasantly surprised to find it nearly deserted. The lone patron immediately catches her attention. Sitting at a bench and lifting weights, a man she's never seen before glances at her. The panther's fur is a shade lighter than black, and has purple stripes dyed into it, like a cyberpunk tiger. He flashes a modest smile, nods once and continues his reps.

"You're new here, aren't you?" Tasha asks, as she makes her way past the stranger.

Her big, brown eyes scan the man, who's rather athletic and, in her opinion, attractive.

"Yeah." He casually replies, setting the weights aside. "Came to get back into shape. I've been letting myself go lately, and you can only do so much at home."

"True... I'm Tasha."

"Manny." He replies, extending a hand.

She looks at his hand for a moment before continuing on her way. Tasha cannot help but snub him, perplexing the newcomer as she heads for a nearby treadmill. Pulling his hand back, he moves toward another piece of equipment. Glancing at the newcomer, Tasha notices something. Manny's exercise outfit, shorts that seem to be a size too small and a muscle shirt to match, reveals his form quite nicely, as well as the bulge between his legs. As he sits on the padded bench of another weight training machine, Tasha bends over the railing of the treadmill.

She quite deliberately shows off her taut ass to the newcomer, her tail slowly wagging as her buttocks sways gently from side to side, her fingers casually typing in her preferences. Manny cannot help but notice. Who couldn't? Glancing back, she sees his gaze, a little smile curling around her lips. Oh, how she loves to tease. Realizing he'd been caught, Manny carries on, only briefly pausing to adjust himself when Tasha isn't looking. For the next twenty minutes, the pair send sensual messages back-and-forth, purely through poses and subtle displays, though much of these are Tasha's doing.

After a few minutes, Manny moves a little closer. Soon, he doesn't even bother to hide his gaze, ogling Tasha's perky buttocks and perfect, jiggling breasts as she uses the treadmill. When she stops to rest, he's taking a seat on a nearby bench rest.

"Hey, Tasha, I don't suppose you'd care to spot me?" He asks, a sly grin curling around his feline snout.

With her eyes looking him up and down, an equally modest grin on her face, she makes her way toward the panther, only to gaze upon the silhouette of his manhood hiding beneath his shorts. With a particularly light set of weights on the bar, she stands near his head, gently swaying her hips. Peering up at her, he tries not to notice how her shorts pull against her loins, displaying her womanhood.

"Is that all you can handle?!" She snickers, looking between the weights.

"No. I can handle a lot more than this." He replies, trying to sound cool and casual.

"Doesn't really look like it..." She retorts.

Though he tries, the startled panther isn't sure exactly what to say. Instead, he adds another weight to each side. The dainty but athletic dog girl seems unimpressed. As he lifts, Tasha holds the bar, and though she should be focusing on keeping it from falling onto his neck, all she can do is use the opportunity to subtly tease the newcomer. She sways her hips, side-to-side, forward-and-back, then bends over so that he can witness the fullness of her breasts from beneath. She even presses her biceps against the sides of her bosoms, exaggerating them ever so slightly.

It works just as she'd hoped, and Manny grows increasingly uncomfortable. His manhood swells in his shorts, leaving an even lovelier impression that attracts her eyes like a magnet. It helps that the rest of him is also rather appealing.

"Feeling swole yet, big guy?" She coos, her eyes shifting toward his.

"Oh, yeah..." He replies, staring at both the underside of her breasts and the outline of her womanhood. "I'm definitely feeling the burn."

After placing the weighted bar back onto the rack, Manny sits up and flexes an arm. With her tail brushing across his chest, Tasha moves to sit beside him. She's noticeably shorter as she sits next to him on the very end of the padded bench, her eyes turned up and a little smile on her face as her tail wags so happily.

"May I?"

"Of course." He extends an arm and flexes.

"Oh, yeah!" She exclaims, giving his bicep a little squeeze. "Very nice! ... Not the best I've seen, but you're getting there!"

"..."

Looking up and into his eyes, the dainty little dog girl appears so sweet and innocent, her big, brown orbs like pools of purity. It's in stark contrast to her somewhat abrasive and cocky persona. Still, Manny cannot deny the potent and instantaneous attraction he has to her. After a little stare, she cocks her head to one side, her expression unchanged. She pulls her hands away from his arm, and so Manny responds by resting a hand upon her leg, close to her knee. Her eyes turn down at it and her expression changes. Is she intrigued or offended?

After a moment, it appears more like she's amused, as if that was all he had the nerve to do. Feeling the carnal beast clawing its way to the surface, Manny rubs her leg and brings his hand up, closer to her groin. Tasha subtly quivers, and her eyes shoot upward, once again gazing into his. With his head tilting to match hers, he leans it. She responds in kind, bringing her snout closer to his. Along the way, her cheek brushes his shoulder and she seems to nuzzle the air in a most adorable way. Their lips inch closer and closer. A kiss is only moments away.

"Well, I'm going to have a shower! Bye!" She suddenly chirps as she pulls back.

Abruptly jumping up from the bench, Tasha's tail smacks Manny in the face as she walks past him. Spitting out a few loose hairs, he furls his brow and rises to his feet. Walking away from him, Tasha pauses as she nears the archway leading to the women's shower room. Peering over her shoulder, the dainty canine woman's eyes scan Manny's form, slowing as she gazes upon his masculine bulge. It appears to be quite full, and as eager as the purple striped panther, who stares daggers at her. With pearly white teeth nibbling on her bottom lip, her tail sways and she appears to subtly shake her taut butt.

He feels a stirring in his loins, his carnal urges all but uncontrollable. She watches as he moves away from the exercise equipment, following her, and only a short distance away. Continuing on her path toward the showers, Tasha's hips swish from side to side. His eyes focus on the prize, staring intently at her perfect behind. Quickly catching up to her, Manny doesn't bother to say anything. Instead, he reaches out and caress her perky ass with a clawed hand, only to give it a firm squeeze.

"Hey! Who said you could touch me?!" She growls as she jumps, whirling around to face him.

Visibly surprised, Manny looks down at the dainty but athletic female. She takes a step back, gazing up at him with a surprising sternness, and yet he can sense that there's something beneath it. Is she teasing him? In any case, the beast has awoken; Tasha has ensured that much. Undeterred, he moves closer and within moments, Tasha feels her back pressing against the wall. Reaching out for him, she rather feebly tries to push him away as she attempts to escape, only for Manny to push her arms aside before pressing her back against the wall.

Stepping even closer, until his chest is all but smooshed against her lovely bust, he leans in and, with one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her neck, steals a kiss. She huffs and puffs in between the barrage of kisses, much of them with tongue. His kisses are rougher than she'd expected, considering how quiet he was throughout her efforts to gain his attention. With considerable skill, his tongue wrestles hers into submission. Her fingers coil and her claws scratch his clothes as she grabs hold of his sides. His talent is undeniable, but she cannot surrender now. What would be the fun in that?!

"Hey, dickhead, what did I say?" She asks as soon as their lips part.

"Hmm?" His hands glide up her form, his eyes fixated on her chest.

"You think you can just kiss me like that?!"

"... Mmmm..." He gently kneads her breasts.

"Hey, are you listening to me?!" She whimpers as he fondles her through her top.

"Mhm." He replies, before pulling up her top and exposing her chest. "But I think I know what you _really_want..."

"Y-you don't know what I want!" She snaps.

In one fluid motion, he grabs her hips with both hands and shoves her exercise shorts and panties down to her ankles, exposing her womanhood! His palms slap softly against her furry butt cheeks and she gasps as Manny suddenly lifts her into the air. Her clothes fall from her paw-like feet as he presses her back against the wall again, where she lands with a subtle thud. Her breathing intensifies as she feels his hands and his lips all over her body. He kisses her neck with such passion and determination, his hands kneading her breasts with confidence; it's as if they belonged to him.

However, what truly brings a smile to her face is the sensation of his manhood. Though confined to his pants, it's swollen and firm, throbbing behind the fabric barricade and pressing against her tender womanhood. Oh, my! How big is it?! It certainly feels substantial, and her carnal desire grows. Unable to resist the urge, the claws of her paw-like feet hook the legs at the back of his shorts, only to pull them downward. He isn't wearing underwear and his thick, firm manhood flops out, plopping against her toned belly while the underside presses against her loins, eliciting another gasp. It's so hot!

Peering between her breasts, her eyes grow wide at the sight of the large, charcoal colored penis that throbs and pulsates between their bodies. As she stares, her legs wrapped around him and her back against the wall, Manny pulls off her top and throws it aside. She doesn't give even the faintest of protests, her focus confined to their genitalia, which rub together so softly and sensually. The panther's hands come into view, once again fondling her plump breasts and pinching the soft, pink flesh of her areolas.

Tasha throws her head back on impulse, carelessly bumping it against the wall. He knows just what to do and pulls every ounce of pleasure from her. Her hands, acting on their own accord, frantically tug at Manny's top. He cooperates and removes one arm at a time, always keeping a firm grip on her with one hand. By now, she's thoroughly invested in the moment, helping to stay balanced with her legs wrapped around him. Just as she tosses his shirt aside, she feels him pulling her pelvis and waist away from the wall and arching her body even more, angling her loins toward him.

He responds in kind, pulling back and taking aim with his erect and throbbing phallus. With the force and dominance of a feral animal, her partner presses the engorged tip of his penis against the admittedly dripping wet and quivering flesh of her nether lips. What a feeling! He pushes in slowly, spreading her to fit his considerable endowment... At least at first. The urge to gasp is beaten down by her squealing as her lover thrusts himself into her! He shoves so firmly, feeding his manhood into her hungry pussy; his unprotected member reams her love tunnel in seconds.

Oh, how long and girthy it is! It spreads her loins, filling her up in the most enjoyable way. To keep her from crying out too loudly and alerting the limited staff of the club, he leans in and kisses her quite passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth. In and out, over and over again, Manny thrusts his member into Tasha's taut flesh. As she adapts to the pleasure, her chest heaves but she no longer cries out. He pulls back and shifts his arms, placing them beneath her legs as he wedges her against the wall. With his paw-like feet planted firmly on the ground and much of her weight distributed evenly over his pelvis and both arms, Manny can enjoy the dainty dog girl for quite some time.

His amethyst eyes drink in her lovely form. He licks his lips, like a predator about to feast, though he's already partaking in her delectable flesh. In and out, his endowment pummels her quivering loins. After taking a moment to gaze upon the splendid sight of their mating, Tasha, with her upper back still pinned against the wall by her own weight, repositions herself for her comfort. Stretching out, her arms above her head and perfect breasts jiggling so beautifully, she stares into her partner's eyes. What a stud she's found in the newest member of the health club! All she needs to do is remain still, pressed rather comfortably against the wall and enjoying his pleasure, and what pleasure it is.

It doesn't take long for her legs to shake, her body to quiver and her breathing to hasten. He brings her to orgasm quicker than she was expecting. Unable to hold back, she latches onto her lover and squeals, which he quickly silences with more kissing. The pleasure is such that her eyes begin to roll back in her head. With one leg shaking a little more vigorously than the other, moving on its own, Tasha cums hard. Her body convulses almost as much as her loins, which crush her lover's member like a velvety vice. As the cream of her pleasure smears all over the jet-black phallus that reams her hole, her lover continues his work unabated.

"Oh, fuck. F-fuck! Hhff-hhff! You have so much stamina!" She manages to exclaim, her arms wrapped around his neck and her body rocking with his thrusts.

"Shh! I'm, nngf, almost... Rrrr-fuck!"

"D-don't you, hhff, tell me to be quiet! Ahh! I c-can say what I-!"

Once more, Manny silences her with kisses. His lips move from hers, caressing her cheek and working toward her neck. Her claws rake the damp, sweaty fur of his back as she pants and gasps. That's when she hears it. Her partner's grunts and groans, so subdued before, are growing steadily louder. His thrusts slow, though the strokes remain long. She can hear his ample balls gently slapping against her perky buttocks as much as she can feel it. With a particularly loud grunt, Manny shoves hard, sheathing his manhood within her.

She can feel his pelvis against her nether lips, having taken the entirety of his endowment inside of her vagina. Suddenly, she gasps and her back arches, her arms squeezing her lover as his hands clench firmly to her taut ass cheeks. Jet after powerful jet flows into her. He snarls in a rather adorable way, trembling as he releases his thick and potent seed within her. Only now does she recall that he never bothered to wear a condom, as she feels his hot spunk coating the very depths of her loins. The sensation brings her initial orgasm back in full force, and Tasha clings to her lover, basking in the splendor of their carnal passion.

"Holy shit, I'm not a balloon!" She remarks, feeling yet another spurt of semen entering her.

Unable to remain standing in the wake of his pleasure, Manny turns them around and presses his back against the very same spot on the wall where Tasha had been. With her feet dangling and arms around his neck, she rides him like an elevator as he slowly slides toward the floor. In the end, she finds herself on her knees, straddling her lover as he sits on the firm, rough carpeting of the hallway, his clawed fingers gently tapping against her butt.

"That was really something." She coos, able to look him straight in the eyes as she sits atop his lap.

"Yeah..." He pants, his lips curled into a little grin.

Her tail wags happily, swishing faintly through the air as she leans against her lover's chest. Manny gives her body a little squeeze, his chin resting on her shoulder. With a little sniff, she turns her head, then raises an arm to smell herself.

"Oh... When my legs start working, I really do need to take a shower." She speaks in a rather innocent and peppy tone.

"Nah... You're fine."

"I smell like sweat and cum!"

"So?" He smirks.

Though she rolls her eyes, Tasha cannot help but grin. Resting against his chest, she places her head on his shoulder and playfully runs her claws through the forest of black and purple dyed fur that covers his neck and face.

"Hey, Tasha..."

"Yeah?"

"You're an _awesome_exercise partner." He says with a sigh.

"Yeah, I know!" She flashes a cocky smile.