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He was normally very self-conscious to begin with, but never more so than when he finally got the courage to go to the gym. This was not his domain, a world of clanking metal, bulging muscles, and heady sweat.

Azura did not belong.

The lanky raccoon heaved as he struggled to finish his final rep. The weight hovered for a moment before he finally released and it dropped back down. It was to failure. To failure is a good thing, means you're pushing yourself to your max. You should be proud of it.

At least, that's what he wanted to tell himself. He could hear snickering behind him and Azura subconsciously stiffened. It was probably nothing, maybe someone was looking at memes on their phone during sets or sharing a joke amongst their spotter.

Or maybe he was the joke.

Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the mirrors along the side of the wall. Three wolves stood in a semi-circle at the back huddled together and they had been chuckling for quite some time now. Were they even here to workout? This was a really long break that they were on.

He tried his best to shove them and the laughing to the back of his mind. Break time over, onto the next set. One. Two. Three?

Looking into the mirror the wolf pack had dispersed. Where to was unknown but it provided a considerable amount of relief to the raccoon. Relaxing, he sighed and continued his set in relative peace.

Ten. Eleven. Twelveee....? He struggled on the final rep again and then suddenly the weight shot up.

"Looks like you need a "hand" there buddy."

Azura froze and the sniggering was suddenly much louder. No, it wasn't louder per se, it was just closer. How did he not notice himself getting surrounded? Was he that focused? Maybe normally that was a good thing but right now it definitely was not a good thing.

A furry grey paw let go and the raccoon barely caught and held the weight in time. A white leg bumped into Azura's nearly sending him toppling.

"Come on man! Can you see our little buddy is exhausted? He's been working out so hard you know?"

"Oh I know. Check out the pump he has going!" A white paw gripped and squeezed Azura's bicep causing him to flinch, "Mmm, our blue boy has a bit of muscle here. I like that."

"Hey, hey, don't hog him all to yourself." Someone bumped their crotch into the raccoon's cheek and even with that brief touch he could feel something massive and very warm.

"I think there's plenty of him to go around." A beefy hand clasped down on his shoulder, "And soon there'll be more! Look at that, I think he likes all the attention!"

The raccoon was rigid yes, terrified maybe? But that wasn't the only thing that had gone rigid as he sprouted an embarrassing erection that he had hoped to hide from his persecutors. A small tent had formed in his gym shorts that was now being cooed over by the wolf pack.

"Oh? Are you telling me he likes... this?" A sweaty bicep the size of Azura's thigh caressed his own arm and flexed several times. It was sticky with perspiration and their fur was matting together.

"Nah man, blue boy likes this." Someone turned the raccoon's head to the side and squeezed it between a pair of pecs. Even through the damp tank top he could feel the chest muscles tensing back and forth as they engulfed his head and grinded away.

"That can't be comfortable, move him here." A paw on the back of his neck wiggled Azura's face under the wolf's arm and directly under the armpit. He sniffled because of how tight things were but was still slapped in the face with another barrage of scents.

There was the faintest hint of deodorant but whatever they were using was nowhere strong enough. The smell of sweat was oppressive but not nearly as much as the heat radiating from the wolf.

"You're doing it wrong, Mr. Raccoon wants some of this." A crotch was pressed into his face and it was though a snake was packed inside the pants. But it was hard to focus when his other arm was sandwiched in-between a pair of meaty thighs.

"You sure about that? I think he really likes my bi's and tri's." Someone wrapped their arm around and caught the raccoon into a headlock. A moist streak coated his forehead as the sweat assaulted his senses.

"Mmmmph?! Hmmmph!" Breathing became difficult and talking became impossible.

"My guys, why not go straight for the source? Give him what he really wants?" Azura felt the bicep leave his head only for a different pair of wolf biceps to wrap around his waist. In one fluid movement he was lifted and flipped upside down. The raccoon's head was lined up directly with said wolf's crotch.

"Here's a sneak preview blue boi." Azura's head was smeared all around the wolf's crotch as it wrestled with his nose and lips. The raccoon found himself gasping for air and out of sheer exhilaration. But the wolves noticed something else going on.

"Someone was thirsting for you!" Pulling Azura back revealed a tendril of saliva connected directly to the bump. Was he blushing because he was upside down? Because any semblance of embarrassment was taking a backseat to the excitement he was feeling.

"Time to give him the actual source!" Someone else opened the wolf's shorts up and gust of humid air buffeted the raccoon's face.

"W-w-wait! What are youMMPH!"

"Get dunked." Azura was lowered in as his vision went dark. Fabric wrapped around his head and the smell of the wolf overwhelmed his senses. Something was poking him in the cheek and he knew that the wolf could feel hot breath all over it.

He was shifted so the wolf was more comfortable and the raccoon's snout inadvertently snagged onto the underwear. Out popped the wolf's penis and it slithered all over Azura's cheek before resting in the crook of his neck.

"Hrmmmmgh!"

"Oooo, don't get him too excited. Or maybe, we want him more excited?" Through the shorts someone was mashing their crotch into the back of the raccoon's head. It felt as though two tentacles were crawling all over his skull.

And Azura loved it.

The grinding continued with the odd shift in position and suddenly a paw snaked its way directly into his shorts and gave his erection a quick squeeze.

"Boys, I think we got a nice ripe one here."

The wolf who had his arm around Azura's waist tightened and held the raccoon closer to his body. The world became muggier and temperatures sweltering.

"Let's take this a bit more private shall we?"

He wanted to scream, to flail, to fight back but he couldn't. Was he scared? Was he too tired? Was he actually excited at the prospect of what was going to happen to him? And why was no one doing anything or even caring? The gym wasn't full by any means but the few gym-goers who even noticed the kidnapping must have looked away disinterested and simply resumed their workout.

The trip, while short, was not uneventful. Being carried upside down was bad enough but he struggled to breathe in such cramped quarters. His head was constantly bumping into the wolf's body and each inhale still filled his sinuses with damp, fresh sweat. Meanwhile one of the other wolves was content to directly molest Azura's scrotum with both his paws.

But even with his head trapped Azura could tell when they entered the changerooms. The way their footsteps echoed off the walls, the humidity, or even the cloying smell of exhausted bodies hanging in the air he knew that they were now alone. No prying eyes would be around to save him from his fate.

The raccoon was immediately stripped of all his clothes which were then unceremoniously discarded to random corners of the room. With far more gentleness than he was expecting he was lowered on his back onto a frigid bench and for the first time was able to observe his kidnappers.

Two different wolves stared back down. The white one looked the oldest, grizzled like old wood while the gray smelled the strongest of the three. He was the furthest from Azura and the distinct body odor threatened to overwhelm everyone else's. Wait, where was the third wolf? He was certain there were three of them.

"I got some toys for you blue boy."

Right on queue the timber wolf appeared out of nowhere with a large duffel bag. He was the smallest of the group but there was a fire in his eyes and he certainly exuded the most energy. Azura involuntarily gulped as the wolf gave an unsettling grin.

"Oh I don't think our friend here is ready for those toys yet." The white wolf had removed his pants, "We got to warm him up with a treat first!"

The raccoon limply tilted his head as he felt more hands holding his jaw open. He was still recovering from being upside down for so long and Azura's woozy mind wasn't fully comprehending what was going on.

But the jockstrap crammed into his mouth certainly woke him up.

"Ghffuh mmnet?!" The taste of cotton was the first thing he noticed but it was quickly replaced by an overpowering salty flavor, like tears that had gone sour. Soon it was all he could taste and a thin trail of drool ran down his chin.

"Oooo... He really liked yours. I wonder if he'll like mine too!"

Azura didn't even see who dumped the next jockstrap into his gaping maw. All he knew was that it was from someone else because this one was more musky. It tasted the way that a feral animal would smell; wild and dominant.

But he knew immediately who the last jockstrap belonged to even before he got close to his face. An overbearing aura of sweat surrounded the garment as it was dropped onto his snout before being prodded into his mouth with the others.

How could his mouth be so full of their overwhelming taste? And was it wrong that even with just the underwear he could imagine their thick rods ramming down his throat? The raccoon almost moaned at the imagery. Here he was contemplating the aromas of underwear and fantasizing about deepthroating strangers all while dragged into a changeroom and stripped against his will. Was that normal?

"Having fun there Mr. Raccoon?" Someone must have noticed his grin or maybe even heard his gurgled laugh. "That's pretty selfish of you, maybe it's time we have some fun too."

"Don't worry, we have something in store for you? Gotta punish you for being a bad raccoon!" Azura's head was clamped still by the grey wolf while the timber wrapped the raccoon's mouth tightly with black tape. Soon the jockstraps were completely trapped inside his mouth with all their pungency.

"Hmpppphhhpmppmph!"

"Careful there, we don't want our boy to get even more blue and pass out on us." Which was ironic as the white wolf walked over and stood over the raccoon's face. The wolf's ballsack dangled inches away, tiny beads of sweat threatening to drip down.

It wouldn't be a threat for much longer. Wiggling for a moment he sat down with all his weight on Azura's face. Blacked out and pinned by the hulking mass as every intake of breath was pungent with his scent.

Even if the raccoon wanted, there was no way he could have pushed the wolf off. His arms had been simultaneously swept under the bench and tied up with some kind of rope. Meanwhile his legs had been pushed up and tied together, further exposing his erection and anus.

The thighs covering his ears meant that he was robbed of another one of his senses. Which meant that his remaining senses ended up being heightened. The rod near his nose smelled like a different variant of musk? It all smelled like sweat and musk but he wasn't enough of a connoisseur to comment on the distinct notes and flavor profiles. And as he swallowed he could feel the sweat clinging to his throat.

But the most sensitive was touch. Every paw that ran across his skin, every vibration through the bench, the soggy cotton wrapped around his tongue.

Someone's muzzle brushed against his inner thigh and Azura shuddered, fighting against the restraints. He could feel hot breath rolling across his groin and knew that his most vulnerable parts were being scrutinized.

And then being violated.

Something hard but spongy poked at his anus. Instinctively he clenched and tried to shut his legs but someone else was pushing his knees apart even further. The raccoon started to struggle, taking faster and shorter breaths which just meant that his nose was further bombarded.

Fortunately it backed off. And Azura relaxed, only to instantly regret his decision.

"GRRRRHHGGHHHHH?!"

The object was bulbous and almost too warm, and it was rammed directly into his ass. Pushing against the protests of his sphincter the thing continued to force its way through. It stretched and pushed against the walls of his rectum, inch by inch, and Azura was powerless to stop it.

At the same time the white wolf's foot paws pushed him and his bulbous balls deeper against Azura's cheeks while his bulging quads pressed even harder into the raccoon's skull. Was he touching himself too? It was difficult to concentrate with two very different events going on at both ends of his body.

Most embarrassing of all was Azura's own erection. Despite how shameful and helpless the current situation was he struggled to think of a time where he had been more turned on.

"So glad you're having fun blue boy. We're having tons of fun too! In fact, let me show you how much fun I'm having." Whoever was fucking the raccoon in the ass increased both thrusting speed and intensity. And then it noticeably stiffened.

And then Azura's ass began to fill.

He knew what he was being filled with, and even with the legs covering his ears he could still make out the grunting and cheers from his tormentors. As gross as it was the raccoon couldn't deny how good the warmth felt, it was almost soothing as the heat spread across his belly.

He was consciously aware of how much pressure had built up and with each spurt from the wolf dick the pressure skyrocketed. He wanted to push and force it out of his body as fast as possible, anything to reduce the bloating.

Azura couldn't tell if he whimpered out of relief or disappointment as the cock popped out anyways. Hot semen was already pooling around his inner thighs and he shivered as it spread itself across his fur.

But as suddenly as the penis vacated his anus he felt something girthier pressing into his ass. It was far too warm to be a toy, and it was making deliberate motions to not only scoop up the slurry of cum but also smear it onto his butthole.

"Thanks for all the fresh lube brah. I'll make sure to put it to good use."

With his rectum considerably loosened and pre-lubed the raccoon was defenceless against the second round of anal penetration. Even though the second wolf was far thicker and longer he entered with far greater ease in no small part thanks to Azura welcoming it.

Then something else tapped against his rear entrance, something heavy.

He immediately tightened every muscle in his body when he realized the wolf had not only crammed the entire dick inside, but a pair of sweaty balls were now smearing themselves against his ass too.

Did they do something to him? The second time felt even better than the first. And Azura stopped caring or thinking about it once the second wolf got a rhythm going.

With each movement the raccoon could sense the cum churning inside. It added so much additional pressure that at times it was like his belly was being inflated. He could only guess that the shocks of pleasure was from the better stimulation of what could only be his prostate.

In his lust he wished someone, anyone would just touch his erection and relieve him. Azura could feel precum beading and threatening to leak down the side. But that wasn't the only thing leaking. Small dribbles of wolf semen spilled out his ass from time to time only to be shoved back in by the furry scrotum.

Without warning a second wave of heat flooded the raccoon's guts and now he was definitely being inflated. Azura writhed on the bench as his belly noticeably bulged outward, painfully overfilled from all the fresh fluids inside.

Followed by fresh fluids outside.

The white wolf's legs clutched down and his balls contracted. Paws gripped the raccoon's head and pushed it directly into musky wolf ass. Even though Azura couldn't see he could envision alabaster arcs splattering across his body, and he definitely felt warm splotches strike his erection and drench the surrounding fur.

It was too much, the double anal creampie, the unintentional prostate stimulation, getting cummed on, the pungent taste of musk in his mouth, imagining the all the semen swirling in and outside of his body.

The raccoon found himself cumming. Thin, watery bursts of raccoon sperm mixing in with all the wolf seed sprinkled around. He could hear the wolves yelping in surprise only to resume cheering and presumably high-fiving each other.

In fact, even after the facesitter got off they were still giving high-fives until someone spoke up.

"Uhh, what should we do about him?"

"I got an idea." A rustling of a bag was heard and in one swift motion the wolf dick left Azura's ass and was replaced by something rubbery and girthier. Whatever it was it was too big and the wolves wriggled it back and forth before finally it locked in with a wet pop.

"Hrrmmmmmmmppphhhgh...."

"There, now we don't have to worry about him making a mess" They laughed as the raccoon's head rolled to the side. So much had happened in such a short period of time and he was having a hard time processing it all.

"I think we could have more fun with him though."

"Agreed. Get him prepped for transport."

The ropes slackened too quickly for the racoon to escape but even if he could he was too tired. Plus, a small piece of his mind wanted to know what was planned for him next. And just like that the ropes were rearranged and tightened again.

"Wait, need to give him a little treat for being such a good raccoon."

A bullet vibrator was taped to the tip of Azura's penis. It was still sensitive from the orgasm and when the sextoy started vibrating he squirmed and fought against his restraints.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRGHGHHH!"

The laughter of the wolves filled the locker room and the raccoon was lifted and unceremoniously dumped into a musty duffel bag. The thick cum was readily soaking into his fur and he swore he could hear the stuff sloshing in his belly.

"See you in a bit blue boi. We're going to have much more fun with you" A rough paw gave his distended and sensitive belly a meaty slap causing Azura to wiggle around.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!

And then his sight was stolen from again. They were moving, where to he didn't know. But it was hard to concentrate as the smell of sweat was overpowering, almost as powerful as the egg keeping him and his dick company.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz....