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Cid was lucky enough to have a fast metabolism for the better part of his teens and twenties, but as time carried on and he crept into his early thirties, the otter found that he wasn't immune to the passage of time, nor what the same would do to his body.

He hated to admit that he needed to start paying attention what he was eating, and staying on top of nutrient intake was a chore, no matter how he looked at it...but the other half of the equation was the half that he enjoyed, thanks to good company.

"Next up, we've got thirty body weight squats," he said, giving his gym partner an encouraging look. "If you think you can handle that."

It was a silly thing to poke fun at: Shard was more than capable of keeping up with Cid, and in most terms of strength, he completely _outclassed_the otter, but he had to give Cid points for being an excellent motivator.

He knew just what buttons to push to bring the best out of the bull, without going too far and incurring the wrath of the horns.

"You're the one that's dripping sweat, Cid. I don't think you're gonna finish this set; maybe you should worry about yourself, first."

The master of playful banter himself, Cid could give as well as take. "The only thing I'm worried about is popping out of these shorts: we've only been working out together for a couple weeks, but I think I'm already starting to get a bad case of squatter's ass."

It wasn't such an easy thing to gain, and Shard knew it: though his form was addled with muscle and looked that much more impressive next to the slender sinew and leaner muscles of the otter, he'd gotten plenty of looks at Cid, appreciating his swimmer's body from all angles.

"Yeah, I...I'm pretty sure you don't have to worry about that ," Shard replied. "Not unless you really want to rip out of them, but that's another story."

The possibility was always there.

After meeting up at a public gym and agreeing that they were underwhelmed with the facilities and annoyed by the rest of the customer base, Cid confessed to Shard that he had a more than capable gym in his basement, at home.

Well to do but not quite spoiled, Cid was able to collect a squat rack, some basic dumbbells, an Olympic barbell and a host of plates over the years, but he was never able to make full use of them without a training partner.

The privacy of that basement and the intensity of their workouts already had some of the neighbors whispering, but to that point, there was only casual flirting and the occasional note of how clothes were fitting: sometimes slipping inappropriately, sometimes grabbing onto certain areas a little too tightly, until there was little left for the imagination to put together.

"I don't think I want my ass to be that big," Cid admitted. Tapping the screen of his phone, an electronic Ready; Go! played out, and in the next breath, the otter was dropping into position. "But a little more tone..._hff..._a bit more curve to it..._huff..._I'd be just fine with that."

Blinking at the sound of those words, Shard realized he'd allowed himself to get distracted by their conversation again; that was to say nothing of the way that short, skimpy shorts held themselves so tight to Cid's obvious bulge.

The otter was famous for dressing for comfort, but what he considered comfortable was shameless and skimpy, to say the very least.

"You falling behind already, big guy?" Cid offered a wink. He was already in the middle of his fourth rep when Shard started his first, but the bull was able to catch right up: thick, tree trunk thighs squatted down, and muscles pushed their outline through the warm, soft brown as he soared back up, planting his hooves with such force that it imprinted grooves in the carpet. "Don't tell me you're gonna get outpaced by an otter; you're the land mammal, here!"

It was a bit more of a dig than his usual encouragement, but coming from Cid, it was still soft enough that it didn't sting Shard.

It did, however, spur his competitive spirit, forcing him to squat a little faster than he usually would have: the stretching fabric at his waistline and the grip of his compression shorts were being put to the test as he did everything he could to race Cid to the finish, knowing it wasn't a matter of if either of them could accomplish the feat.

All that was left to be found was who would cross the finish line first, but even with his head start, Cid was having trouble outpacing the impressive bull.

"You're damn right I am," Shard countered, his lips finally curling into a grin to match the otter's confident expression. "And I think..._hf..._I'm about to overtake you, aren't I?"

Cid was able to go a little faster, as well, but as beads of sweat flung down from the end of his vibrant, hanging tufts of dyed blue headfur, he could already sense that Shard would win the battle...

...But there was still a way that he could win the war, and ultimately, claim the prize that he was really after.

"Let's make it interesting, then," Cid forced the words between breaths, his grin widening to see that Shard's expression lit with the prospect of a wager. "I'm still two reps ahead of you...if you..._ff..._manage to catch me, I'll do the next set naked...if I beat you, then you have to..._nnf..._do the next set naked!"

Up until that moment, Cid was doing just enough to spur the competitive spirit of the bull, but there was no denying the mischief in his gaze, nor the underlying hopes that came with such bold words.

No matter what happened, if Shard agreed to the terms, Cid felt like he would be the one winning the day, but he'd always known Shard to be a bit more docile, despite his impressive musculature and formidable appearance.

When presented with a challenge, spiced up with that extra little bit of Cid's attitude, the bull showed just how much of gap still remained between them.

"You're on."

Gritting his teeth and controlling his breathing, inhaling on the drop and exhaling on the explosive rise, Shard displayed a fantastic blend of strength and skill. His muscles tensed at the bottom of every squat, and rigid flesh was visibly pumped by his efforts, even when his legs were fully extended.

He was a proper specimen, riddled with muscle and filled with power...and his display alone was incentive enough for Cid to give it his best; the otter knew it was a fool's errand to try and keep up, but he didn't want it to seem as if he was throwing the competition, even if he was intending to lose from the beginning.

He's really incredible, the otter thought. Can't even begin to imagine what he'll be able to do to me with legs like that!

"You, uh...y-you weren't keeping count from the start, were you?" Cid asked, trying to dissuade Shard from giving it his best effort--he knew the bull was already well beyond his total--and cheap tricks wouldn't give him back the advantage. "Do you know how many you've done?"

" Thirty ," Shard declared, standing just above the head of the otter and blowing one warm, confident breath at him. "And you're at about...twenty-five, probably?"

Nodding and gasping, Cid didn't bother crossing the finish line, knowing that the race was over. "I knew the idea of seeing me naked would be...g-good incentive...f-for you," he claimed, but he couldn't finish his playful theory without sucking in another breath. "Not to sell you short: you're a real machine, Shard!"

The bull was gracious in victory, at least for the first few seconds. "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm no machine," he replied. "Can't train a machine to work like this, after all."

"Duly noted," Cid answered. "How about a beast, then?"

"You can throw compliments at me all day, Cid; not gonna get you out of our little wager."

"Wasn't trying to get out of it."

Dipping his thumbs right into the hugging grip of his shorts, barely longer than the underwear he wore to sleep, Cid gave a quick push and startled Shard with his own surprise: his cock fumbled right over the edge of the waistline, revealing a lack of boxers under the spray-on fabric.

"But I can't help buttering up a handsome guy like you," Cid finished his thought. "Old habits die hard, I suppose."

Cid wasn't far removed from his days of finding potential lovers at the night clubs that kept downtown illuminated well into the morning hours.

Having reached the age where developing hobbies other than ketamine and trance dancing felt like a good idea, he had to say that he was enjoying the greater connection to be had with lovers found outside of the club, but he didn't take his friendship with Shard for granted, either: if the bull wasn't interested, he wouldn't push.

"Bit of a checked past you've been hiding, isn't there?" Shard asked, but the question was less curious than the dip of his eyes, following Cid's member as it hung free, just over discarded shorts.

"Not that checkered...just...carefree," Cid clarified. "But I'm really trying to better myself, these days; I think I could still use a little more help with that."

Shard wasn't usually the one to initiate something so intimate, but he wasn't so oblivious as to miss Cid's direct invitation.

"Something tells me that we're not still talking about working out, are we?" he asked, as if he needed that extra bit of confirmation.

Cid's giggle was as much of an answer as the bull needed. "We could be," he suggested. "Pretty sure what I have in mind will still work up a sweat, if you think you've got a few more reps in you."

That common point; that simple connection of working out together created a comfort zone for the pair to get to know each other a little better over the span of a few weeks. As he thought back over them, Shard remembered the host of skimpy outfits, the subtle teases that Cid offered along the way, the points of contact when they'd spot each other with heavier lifts...

...He was delighted to be taking one more step with the otter, but in a way, it felt like the very first one.

"No one's ever managed to outwork me, before," Shard claimed. "I don't think you'll be the first, but if you want to give it a go, I'm up for it."

Cid's giggle gave way to a sharper grin. The otter looked behind him, to the tall, durable box that he used as a spotting point for his box squats: the upper surface came just up above the middle of Shard's hip.

"Wanna try some modified box jumps?" Cid finally asked. Leaving the tight, narrowing grip of his compression top upon his torso, he stepped out of his tiny shorts and stepped right over to the box, having to pull himself up to the edge...but as his tail stayed flat against the side of the wooden frame, his legs kicked up and his hips rolled back into a pose that the otter was all too comfortable taking. "They take a little getting used to, doing them the way that I do, but...I'll bet you're a natural at them."

Shard didn't need such an overt invitation, but he wasn't complaining at all about the opened, stretched view of the otter's backside: even before Shard took him up on the offer, Cid's thumbs were pressed into the top of his own tail, spreading and stretching the flesh of his warm, sweating pucker.

That slick, pink flesh was inviting enough not to need another word from Cid, but Shard appreciated the upsell.

"You don't usually do box jumps with someone else on the box, you know."

"That's what makes them modified!" Cid teased.

Finally tugging at the edge of his own compression shorts, Shard gave Cid a preview of the full, impressive base of his own cock, growing thicker and fuller with every passing moment: he couldn't resist the natural allure of the otter any longer.

"I suppose they'll be easier to do without these on, too?" Shard asked, playing along as he tugged the mingled, sweaty fabric of his boxers and shorts down and over his hooves. "Or should I just keep these on?"

"No, n-no...by all means: comfortable movements are important, right? Don't want to pull something."

Shard chuckled. "Certainly not--speaking of--are you sure you don't need to...stretch...just a little bit more?"

"See that water bottle by the squat rack?"

"Yeah?"

"Grab it. I'll be fine."

Blinking, Shard stepped around the box and picked up the bottle, finding it had a greater weight than water should have been able to offer.

Giving it a squeeze, he gleaned a familiar scent and snickered. "How very clever," he teased. "You sure you don't need more of a warmup, first?"

"It's been a while since someone actually cared that much to check, but...when I said I'd be fine, I meant it," Cid assured him. "I never thought a big guy like you could be such a softie."

Shard stepped back around the box and came to stand between the otter's legs. Cocking a brow was a rather subtle gesture, but holding the bottle over Cid's open tailhole and letting the lube drip and flow into his open pucker was a better answer than the otter could have hoped for.

"And I wouldn't have guessed that you were such a _desperate_little slut, but here you are...legs up and back, trying to pretend that we're still just down here for a quick workout."

"Oh, I fully plan to work you out," Cid was bold enough to claim, even as he trembled from the cool, oozing trail of lube tickling over his pucker. "But I'm far from desperate, Shard: I'm very selective, and only the best of the best get to see me like this, anymore."

"I'm honored."

Shard was sincere, but the words didn't tell that fact as well as the tip of his full, pulsing cock slapping down against the otter's soaking asshole.

A single jab forced Cid to give more than Shard expected, but to their mutual delight, the impressive bull was a decent fit for the otter; experience had a hand in that, but Cid as tense as their muscles were just moments before, Cid was as relaxed as he could be, entirely within his element when he was being taken by a thick, handsome man.

Leaning back a little further and letting Shard push up to the middle of his shaft, Cid bit back on a pleasured groan, expecting the bull to stop where he was.

"Don't forget to breathe, Cid. You get the most of your reps if you do."

Neither one was sure how much further they would take the role play of being lifting partners, but it helped Shard stay comfortable in the heat of the moment, even as his sack bounced against the otter's taut, firm backside.

"...R-right...just kinda hard to breathe when you fill me up s-so much," Cid countered. With just one more pinch of his teeth into his lip, he finally gave up on trying to properly relax and eased himself back at the bull, encouraging him to put a little more force into the act. "But I can take it, Shard."

"Maybe if you could say that without such a strain, I'd believe you."

"You'll be straining plenty in a minute," the otter was confident, despite being on the receiving end of such plentiful flesh and satisfying force. "Trust me...w-wanna count off those reps?"

Keeping in line with the false pretense of a proper workout, Cid recaptured his usual grin, making sure that Shard would know he wasn't out of the running, just yet.

" One."

Shard answered with a deep, powerful thrust, showing the otter just how much strength he could generate when he gave it a sincere effort. Against the slender tummy of the otter, the barest imprint of Shard's cock was still visible to him, even as he watched those inches disappear inside of a willing, trembling partner.

Easing his way back, Shard refused to give Cid a proper respite: his recoil only made it halfway before he pumped again, forcing the otter to bounce against the lifted box.

"T...Two..." Cid groaned, sucking in another breath, with just as much of a struggle on the exhale. "Three, big guy...g-gimme three!"

"You really think three is all I can manage?" Shard asked. His voice was laced with just enough offense that Cid wasn't sure if he'd crossed a line or not; punishment or reward, the length of a bovine cock slammed into the otter's backside once more, bringing out an even greater yelp. "I can do this all day, Cid!"

Through a wincing eye, Cid looked up again and recaptured just a hint of his usual grin. "Don't make promises that y-you can't keep," he murmured. "And don't threaten me with a good time; just gimme three more!"

Holding the otter in place and offering a trio of rapid, driving thrusts, Shard fired off like a proper machine, hammering into Cid three times in a quick succession.

"That all you got?" the otter asked, his voice hurried and desperate to know if the bull was finally giving him everything he had, or if Shard was still keeping something back in the tank. "If you can go all day, y-you damn well better prove it!"

This time, Shard was the one wearing a knowing grin: he wouldn't have been as quick to consider a romp a proper workout, but Cid was no ordinary otter, and far from a proper bottom.

A power bottom through and through, he'd be able to take whatever the bull threw at him, for as long as he could muster that effort.

"...Bout time someone offered me a proper challenge," Shard replied, his voice so confident and collected that it measured against the suddenly feverish pace in his hips. "There a reason you stopped counting, Cid?"

The box, thankfully, was sturdy enough to handle the burden of Shard leaning his weight into it as he came down lower, leaning into Cid and pounding his ass with such brutality that the bull would have felt sorry for it, if he was pumping into a lesser beast.

Cid knew just what he was getting into, and he knew he could handle it, to boot.

"Losing count...s-somewhere around a hundred," he confessed, his eyes rolling toward the back of his skull as his legs clutched unconsciously around Shard's lower back. "But I'm still keeping up, Shard...y-you haven't beaten me, yet!"

Precum was spilling across his own stomach in such a lengthy trickle that Shard couldn't help wiping a fingertip through the mess.

Bringing it right up to the end of his muzzle and suckling the digit clean, Shard gave a knowing nod and a low, approving rumble.

"Not yet, but as long as you're leaking pre-workout like that, I'll be able to go for days," Shard claimed. "You're in for it now, Cid!"

Crossing his ankles and holding on tight, the otter was ready to take his workout with Shard to the next level.