Stripes & Sweat

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Lusting in the Gym

It was easy for Zane to lose himself when he was on the treadmill. Running did not come particularly naturally to him, being a tiger that was built more for short bursts of explosive speed rather than long-time running and marathon distances, but he knew that it was good for him. That was where a lot of furry fitness in the gym came to, as so many different animals were built for different things - things that did not always match up as well as they might have liked with the lifestyle that they had.

Desk jobs and factory work, even work that sent furs out into the forests and mountains beyond the cities... Everything came with different challenges and forced an anthro to adapt in a way that was beyond what their species may have naturally been capable of. But that was exactly why anthros like Zane were anthros and not like their feral, wild ancestors - the very ancestors that still roamed free, in most cases, even if their cognitive ability and their evolved bodies were very different.

Which was one way too in which Zane was different from the wild tigers that he had had to study, for his species-specific homework, way back when he'd been in school. He might have felt hot and cloying in the gym, as if his body was prickling all over with built-up heat, though tigers naturally chose to submerge themselves in water or be more active at night to avoid heating up too much.

When he had to look after his cardiovascular health, however, by running on the blasted treadmill, Zane was left with fewer options. He preferred weightlifting, with slow, controlled movements, challenging his body and training his mind as he focused. And that was really all there was to it. When he could take a break between sets, resting and thinking about how the motion, how the lift itself, had felt, everything felt peaceful, as if he was allowing his body to accept the stress on it, how the strain had broken muscle fibres and challenged them. He had not gone too much into the focus of weightlifting, in all honesty, for some did indeed treat it like a religion - and he respected that too. That was different, for him, even if he did like to let it all soak in.

Maybe it was a tiger thing.

What Zane did know, however, was that it all felt different on the treadmill. It was tedious and mind-numbing, no matter how many podcasts that he listened to, working on his stride, step after step. It should have been rhythmic and soothing but, really, it was anything but that to him. All he was thinking about, as his trainer-clad feet slapped the moving surface, was getting off.

Or getting off in a different way. With his headphones hooked into his ears, orange-striped fur bright in the moderate lighting of the plain, bare-bones gym, the tiger could, at the very least, take in the eye candy. His tail, with a solid, dark tip, flicked back and forth as he ran, though Zane was sure that it would not be all that obvious that he was staring, trying to put on more of a blank-faced expression, as if he was zoning out and just staring off into the distance like so many others that headed onto the cardio equipment to get what they needed done.

There were plenty there in the gym that day, the cardio machines facing out on the space near the reception so that he could see who was coming and going. There were the usual crowd there, for after work in the evening, but more were leaving than they were coming. Short and sweet gym workouts were in vogue, apparently, but Zane still liked to make the most of his time, especially considering that he had to drive to the gym. Making the most of every second was important to him. Even if he would make the most of his time at home too by sprawling out on the sofa and flicking through his favourite YooToob channels.

Hey, a tiger didn't always have to change their stripes...

A meerkat sprang by, light on his feet even as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder. Zane didn't pay the ladies all that much mind, having always been with guys. He didn't think that he'd ever like anyone else, though there had been a couple of non-binary anthros that had caught his attention too and thickened the bulge in his pants. He was open to trying, as long as he was attracted to the fur.

Big, muscular guys, however... Ah, that would always be the tiger's first choice of eye candy. He had to focus on his step on the treadmill just a little bit more, belatedly lamenting that he hadn't gone for the elliptical instead, for at least he had the handles to hold onto there, which steadied him. He'd slipped on the treadmill, embarrassingly, more than once before, because he hadn't been concentrating on his own workout. That didn't stop the feline from enjoying the view, however, for it was one of the only things that kept him on the treadmill.

A bear rubbed a towel over his paws, soaking up the sweat that had emerged from the glands. He was quick to leave, however, replaced by a stoat entering with a long-legged gait and a canny look in his eye that suggested that he was there to get in and get out, though he was a little on the slim side for Zane's tastes. The tiger nodded at the rhino who ducked in, heading to the dumbbell racks, recognising Stan, though they didn't have time for a chat that day. He appreciated the rhino's cannonball shoulders, however, shirtless as usual, and his slight muscle gut. There were many different body types, after all, that deserved the best kind of attention and Zane was not only interested in admiring those with leaner, high muscle body types. Heavy lifters often didn't look as lean as bodybuilders, but it depended on their species too.

Yet his attention landed on a big, black bull with a ropey, swinging tail, who was doing push-ups on the opposite side of the room, in an open mat area. He had been there for some time already, lifting in the rack room with barbells, though Zane had not been paying close enough attention to know what he was working on that day. If he was doing push-ups, perhaps he was doing chest and back?

What Zane could see was that he was sleek and shiny with sweat, his shirt off and his long, loose shorts still managing to show off his arse as he did push-up after push-up. His shoulders and biceps flexed to balance his weight, pressed up nicely onto his cloven hooves, though he didn't seem to be struggling at all. Or perhaps that was just Zane's perception of him, admiring the sweat glistening on the back of his neck, how his light grey horns complemented the shape of him with the matte appearance of them.

Bulls could sweat better than a tiger but not as efficiently as other creatures. It was enough, however, that the tiger's nose twitched, taking in that richer, muskier aroma of sweat where it rose from the skin, over most of the bull's body. Between his thighs and under his arms, as was the case often with their evolved species, had to be the most fragrant, and Zane was not ashamed in the slightest of taking a deep, appreciative breath. There was a lot of information to be contained in sweat and, more widely, general scents of the body, though he wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't thinking of how the bull was, technically, a prey animal and how he was technically a predator.

All he could think about was how he wanted that stacked, muscular body on top of him, pinning him to the wall, fucking him right up under his tail.

Zane swallowed a growl, feeling his cock press out teasingly from his sheath, filling it out, even though he tried to shake off his arousal, to ignore it for the time being. Sure, yes, he could enjoy what he was looking at, though he could not just walk around the gym like a young thing with a stiffie. He hadn't even done that in his younger days, having a bit more class than that. Frankly, that was the sort of thing that he would only have thought of doing in his dreams and fantasies - and Zane knew exactly where those were supposed to reside.

"Mmph..."

The tiger grunted softly. His tail lightly hung, focusing on easing the tension in his body. His shaft slipped back down a little more but he didn't have to concern himself with that, as long as it was not obviously tenting out the front of his loose jogging bottoms. They were what he usually wore when heading to the gym, even if he had a T-shirt on that day too that was a little too tight across his chest, showing off the muscle definition there. When it got warmer still, he'd go down to shorts, just like the bull and others.

Still, he couldn't stop his eyes from going back to the bull, again and again, even grazing the bovine's gaze. There was just something about that casual ease of how he completed push-up after push-up, pressing through the motion and taking a break from time to time, swapping to pull-ups that practically put his natural bulge on full view to Zane.

"Ah, fuck..."

Zane chuffed a low laugh under his breath, his tail swinging back and forth. The pull-up bars faced the treadmills directly, yet the tiger swore that he caught something of a smile tugging at the bull's lips. Was he teasing him? Oh, he might well have been doing so, though the tiger wasn't all that sure what he was to do with that information. Sure, he'd been staring at the bull, wondering if he was going to feature in his fantasies later that night, but maybe, just maybe, it was possible that some fun might be in hand before even then.

Well, a tiger could dream.

Sometimes, however, dreams came true. Raunchy, lustful, kinky dreams. For the bull smirked openly as he dropped down to the ground once more, landing heavily on his hooves with a decidedly larger bulge at his crotch than had been there when he'd first started doing pull-ups. Even though Zane knew that it was a cocky move, he hadn't seen the bull there before and threw caution to the wind, slowing down and hopping off the treadmill as the black bull approached.

He made a moment of it, grabbing his water bottle and rubbing his sweaty paws off with his towel, even if his eyes were on the bull. Every nerve ending in his body sang with heat but he didn't want to consider cooling off anymore, more interested in warming up, seeing if something could be kindled between him and a certain bull.

Luckily for him, the bull came straight up to him, his ears twitching, though he supposed that bovines could not prick their ears like canines. Communication through body language tended to be quite subtle between different species, even though Zane was interested in just how the bull was going to communicate with him, even if the gleam in his eye was tempting the tiger to consider just how much the bull was promising him.

Hey, he could have his hopes...

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