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Lazlo wasn't really what one would call a workout warrior. He visited the gym a couple times a month, maybe once a week at best, unless he got one of those spurts of energy that got him going twice in a week. That wasn't terribly often, though, so he wasn't exactly the most familiar face around there.

But no matter what, one person always recognized him. "Hey, the kitty finally showed his face around here. Thought you mighta given up for good this time."

Lazlo snorted, but gave the boar a good-natured grin. "It's only been...uh, sixteen days, Roman. I've had longer gaps."

"I'm well aware of that, Laz. I'm wondering if YOU are, with how scattershot you are coming here."

"We can't all be dailies, bud. Not all of us are as nuts as you are."

Now it was Roman's turn to snort. "Can't figure out why you decided to ask a guy to be your workout partner when you come in so much less often than they do."

"Because I know they'll always be there when I do decide to come in," poked back Laz playfully. "You want to yap at me or you want to get moving around?"

"I'd rather like to do both," remarked Roman. "Well, let's get to it, then. At least since you haven't even a remote semblance of routine, I can pretty much throw you on whatever workout suits your fancy, or mine. What's your pleasure?"

"MY pleasure is a good book and a relaxing sit, so I'll go with what you suggest."

The boar gave a rather obvious eye roll to the lion. "You are incorrigible. I'm not even sure why you come here sometimes."

"Because every now and then I feel like moving around in a way that isn't my norm. Don't worry, it's not like I'm not getting ANY exercise, just not usually here."

"Who said I was worried? Your health, your fate. Well, since you're here, we should probably get you a little bit of work on the weights, since I'm guessing you don't do much of that. Come on..." Roman motioned him over to a bench press, and Lazlo dutifully laid down and got started. He didn't need to tell Roman anything about the weights, the boar already knew what he could do.

Honestly, he probably could have done without the gym. Laz didn't fancy the whole atmosphere, never had, it just was one of those things that didn't really do it for him. He certainly never could have been like Roman - a guy who came in literally every single day, hadn't missed in years by his testament, and probably had as much knowledge of the place as anyone who worked there. The boar was easily the first person most would go to for information, because he could tell you what you needed to know - not just about where to find things, but about the best way to go about using it. It was amazing that he wasn't being paid to be there, with as much consulting as he was able to give, but he had often said that he had no interest in a job there - he didn't want the official responsibility, that would have made it feel less like a refuge and more like an obligation. To Laz, a place you spent three hours a day minimum didn't seem like much of a refuge, but different strokes and all that.

There was one thing Laz did like coming to the gym for, though - the views. And with Roman spotting him, he was getting one of his favorite kinds - the boar's heavy sheath and ample sack hanging right in view over his head. Not that that was all he could see, there was lots of Roman to look at. The boar was thick and somewhat heavyset - a stocky frame with some gut to him, and not the same kind of definition that some salivated over. Some got on his case about his extra padding, but he always showed them up in one way or another - usually by proving that he was the superior one in actual results. With Laz, though, he had a different approach, one that really more encouraged the teasing. But he wanted to get a fair bit of workout done before moving on to that - he was here, after all, so he might as well take advantage.

And having a good bit of musk wafting over his nostrils wasn't hurting the experience.

Roman, of course, was much more focused on his role as a hybrid of spotter and trainer, clearly more invested in it than Laz was. He kept Laz just focused enough to do what he needed to do, though, making him heft and press the bar over and over, and then adding to the weight when he deemed it appropriate. It wasn't even close to what the boar himself was capable of, but that wasn't Laz's standard, he just wanted to get the blood pumping here and there, he wasn't looking for gains. Unless those gains involved a nice pork sausage between some buns, at least. But he had to at least put a little effort in, or it probably wouldn't be so easy to get the reward.

Still, by the time he was done with even the boar's defined 'set,' his arms were already feeling out of it. "Agh...jeez, I don't know how people do this all the time, feels like I need to just dunk my arms in ice to make them feel better," he complained as he sat up, rubbing his aching muscles.

"It doesn't feel as bad if you're used to it," grunted Roman. "Which you clearly are NOT, kitty. This is why I tell you to come in more often, you'll actually see some results, and not just in the actual numbers. Though you could use those, too. The stuff you're lifting, I could toss the weight discs around like a frisbee."

"Remind me not to play frisbee with you, I enjoy having intact ribs. I don't care about numbers, I just want to make sure I get some exercise. I'm not here to get beefy, unlike some folks."

"That's all well and good until you find yourself faced with plenty of beef and don't have any of your own to match up. And we've had plenty of beef coming in...there's these four oxen brothers who've been making appearances here and there, and let me tell you, they see a scrawny lion like you around and they won't be able to keep their paws off."

"Scrawny? Excuse me, I'm hardly scrawny!" Laz huffed indignantly, though playing it up a little bit. "At least I'm not porky, unlike a certain other someone I could mention!"

There it was...Roman's eyes narrowed at the lion, a smirk appearing on his muzzle, and Laz knew he had the boar in his hooks. "I wondered when you were gonna start with that. Does someone need a reminder of what I'm capable of doing, then?"

"Well, if you're going to offer..." Laz rose up off the bench, lifting his tail and flashing his rear to Roman, giving him a bit of tongue as he looked back. "This is much more fun exercise anyway, if you wanna give me a workout..."

He could see the fire in the boar's eyes as Roman stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing Laz and hefting him against his body effortlessly. Between his legs, Laz could see that twisting porcine cock pushing out and feel it sliding against him, leaving slimy smears along his lower fur. It was helping the lion get more aroused, too, though he was already partway there just from having his face so close to Roman's crotch. It was a game they both played, and both well aware of it - every time, inevitably Laz would bring up Roman's weight or frame, and Roman would put him in his place. Years ago, such things would have not been received the same way by the boar, following years of cruel treatment over his weight despite the fact that he was as physically active as the apex of his peers; he simply didn't slim down like they did, and it got him mocked and bullied relentlessly, at least up until the day that he grabbed and yeeted a moose classmate twenty yards across a field. The suspension had been worth it to see the looks on their faces when they realized what he could ACTUALLY do, and the greatly reduced amount of hate sent his way for the rest of school...still, that hadn't killed off the image issues, which had persisted until years after he'd moved to Aesop. At an accepting place like that, he didn't have to deal with those kinds of problems, and could appreciate himself for who he was, especially since there were others around who were built like him and had pride in it.

Still, Aesop had a weird way of bringing out one's kinks, and Roman had initially been quite embarrassed to discover this side of himself - getting aroused at the idea of 'payback' for those who poked fun at his figure. It wasn't at being teased, but at taking it out on the teaser that got his crank turned. He'd worried that it would end up bringing back some old insecurities and bad memories, but over time he'd found that there was quite a significant difference between playful kink triggers and cruel abuse. That was one of the weird things about Aesop no one could quite understand, how it could facilitate a safe place to explore and enjoy these kinds of things, even for something that could be hurtful in another context...that, though, wasn't Roman's place to question, as far as he was concerned. He'd come around to enjoying those little triggers that told him it was time to dish it out, and anyone who did it knew exactly what they were inviting, and welcomed it. Laz in particular, it seemed like the lazy lion's gym day was never complete without getting his tail torqued by Roman's spiraling shaft.

But if that was the only exercise Laz was going to get, at least it was something. And Roman was nothing if not helpful in getting other people to be physically active.

He pulled back, dragging his dick back along Laz's balls and taint, lining the slightly slimy tool up against the feline's pucker as he heard Laz mrowl lustily. Roman snorted a bit. "Do you ever come here actually planning to exercise, or is it just my cock that keeps you coming back?"

"Mm, little of one and a lot of the other," admitted Laz. "But I don't think it would be as fun outside of the gym, it just feels more like where you belong."

"Hm. I should think so. Now let me put you where YOU belong." Roman pulled Laz onto his cock forcefully, embedding a good chunk of it inside the lion and getting an blissful cry out of him. That shape was definitely one that wasn't common, and Laz never got fully used to it, making it an exotic experience every time. It's considerable length and thickness meant there was plenty of experience, too, going nice and deep inside of him. His hands reached back to cling to Roman's sides, helping to keep him upright and in place for the oncoming rutting.

Roman didn't spend much time savoring the moment - for him, he liked to get moving as soon as possible, and move as long as possible. He raised one leg and planted his foot on the bench, and then started whaling away at Laz, driving his hips forward to embed his staff inside that furry rump with all the extra leverage the position provided. His arms helped to pull Laz off of him and then bring him crashing back into that thick body, an ostentatious display of strength that did not go unnoticed among the few others having their workout days in the gym that afternoon. Roman loved when they watched, it was always enjoyable leaving an impression.

Laz, for his part, was mostly just taking what Roman had to give him, like always. That girthy dick plowing into him, thumping his prostate rhythmically, and the growing wetness in there as he felt precum seeping out and slickening his passage up, the warmth of the friction and the stretch that ebbed and flowed...he always liked it, but he loved it even more when it had this kind of energy to it. If he was gonna take it, he wanted to FEEL it, beyond just the act itself. That was the only 'feel the burn' he really had an affinity for, but it wasn't a bad one in his opinion. He squeezed down on that shaft as hard as he could, trying to work Roman up more; his own leaky shaft was starting to fling precum around, making a mess of the bench and floor. Only a prelude to the real mess to come, though...

Though his gym visits may not have been as frequent as some might have wanted, Laz went enough to be able to know Roman's tells. In this case, the deeper grunting and snorting were clear indications that the boar was getting close. Using his legs to help him cling to the boar, he freed one hand to start pumping his own cock, trying to get himself off before Roman did, to make the finish nice and snug for him. Of course, Roman was holding pretty tight, too, but with the kind of hammering he was getting, it always FELT like he might get bucked off at any moment. Which was part of the fun, really, and Roman had never actually lost his grip on him, so he wasn't really worried about it.

His attentions were paying off, as he felt that telltale throbbing in his shaft that warned him of impending eruption. He clenched harder and pumped a few more times, powering himself to the finish and roaring out his ecstasy as he came, jetting seed out in front of him, a good bit splattering on the floor and some of it getting on the bench. His ass tightened hard around Roman's own pulsing length, and that seemed to be enough for him, as he bellowed out his own pleasure and began to blast Laz's insides with his porcine spunk. Breathy moans rushed from the lion's muzzle as that heat flushed through him, his body getting nice and packed with Roman's essence; a fair bit of it leaked out from him, dribbling onto the bench and floor beneath them, making sure there was plenty of evidence of their fun splattered around.

Both of them held in place for a bit, taking heavy breaths to settle themselves down as their climaxes tapered off. The gentle rocking of Laz's body from Roman's chest rising and falling was rather soothing, helping Laz get comfortable more quickly. "Phew...now that was the right kind of intense, I'd say."

"Of course you would," mumbled Roman. "I was the one doing most of the work."

"Now, now...I think that was pretty strenuous on myself, as well. Some of those core muscles really got put to the test."

"Your asshole is not a core muscle."

"Well, it ought to be. It's one of the most important ones, in my opinion."

The boar let out a huff. "I'm never gonna get through to you, am I? Whatever...you're helping me clean up this time, though. I don't care if you've got something else going on, you don't get to duck and run."

"Aheh, that was my bad...sure, I'll help, but might as well wait until we've finished making a mess, right?"

"...You want more? Really?"

"Of course!" exclaimed Laz, and then with a bit of cheek, "You're always telling me I need to do more reps...I think I need at least another set of these, maybe more. Gotta make sure I'm feeling the burn, right?"

Roman let out a growl, and then flipped around, plopping Laz onto the messy bench face first and bearing down on him, still embedded in that leonine rear. "You know, what I'm gonna do...is try to fuck some genuine appreciation for a good workout into you."

"Pfft. You're more than welcome to try, as often as you like..."