Work Out, Work Up
Work Out, Work Up
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Done for Sesshy Kozlov and Tonka Wolf
Done for:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sesshykozlov/
and
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tonkawolf/
With earbuds firmly ensconced in her pointed Doberman ears, her docked little tail wiggling along with her saucy rump as she bopped down the street, Sesshy seemed oblivious to the world at large. But that didn't mean that the world was oblivious to Sesshy. Quite the opposite. At each toss of her head, her purple-tipped hair bobbed, the expression on her face one of almost puppyish bliss, and it was almost impossible for just about every male on the street to keep from turning and looking, more than a few frankly drooling, and several having to endure dirty looks and punches in the arm or chest from their significant others. The verdict was in: Sesshy wearing a spandex midriff-exposing top and shorts was a walking dangerous weapon! Said top seemed about ready to burst at the seams at times as those fine (and notably bra-less) dobieboobs bounced and jiggled with each jogging step that Sesshy took along the street.
The source of Sesshy's good mood, of course, was a little more than the routine. While she was normally a happy girl, quite breaking with the traditional attitude towards police dogs, who were normally considered to be quite gruff and unapproachable, today Sesshy had a very good reason to be in a good mood: she was going to work out with Tonka.
Tonka was a grey wolf, both by species as well as coloration. Actually, the tone of his fur was quite dark, almost black. He wasn't that tall for your typical alpha wolf, maybe 5'9" in his bare paws, but he was easily 230 pounds or more, all of it hard muscle, lean sinew, and strong bones. He kept his fur carefully trimmed, all the better to highlight his extreme physique and the bulge of each exquisitely-formed muscle that he had worked for ages to perfect right alongside his striving for excellence in his sport of choice: football. Sesshy and Tonka had some fine history together, and for Sesshy to be allowed to be a part of his workout session at his team's gym was one of those important steps in their relationship.
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While Sesshy was on her way, attracting far more stares and lusty ogling from most men (and more than a few women!) as she went than most people (but not her) would find comfortable while on a simple jog, Tonka was busy with his own struggles with keeping in shape. He'd told the dobiegirl that he might start early, and this warning held true as the thick-thewed grey wolf gave a deep grunt as he clapped the handgrips of the pec fly machine together with a subtle metallic sound, before letting them slowly back, taking his time so as to stretch out the motion, forcing his body to build up its endurance as well as its strength. The stretched-out feeling that settled on his sternum as Tonka rose from the seat of the machine prompted him to roll his shoulders and arms back and forth, flexing and stretching the many little connection points that attached his ribs and the muscles layered on top of them to that big, central chest bone. It was a good feeling, almost erotic in nature, the feeling of getting into direct connection with his body, and making it turn and shift to his desires. Each little ache from a good workout like this was shaping up to be was like his own caress during masturbation, manipulating his body in the ways that he knew and loved so well. Some people might question why Tonka should love physical fitness so well. For him, it was a matter of passion.
The weight room was empty at that moment save for its lone wolf inhabitant, and Tonka couldn't help but be grateful for it. Some people tended to object if all that you wore into the gym was a pair of tight green shorts. They were the same knee-length padded shorts that he wore when he was playing football, and when he was out tearing up the streets on his Kawasaki Ninja, and they clung to his lower body in a way that he would describe as just right, feeling like a second skin. He could move in those shorts, and still feel safe from the minor injuries that came with such an extremely physical-based life as his.
His work on machines now done, Tonka paused for a moment, considering the free weights before him. While he might risk going without a spotter when he was using machines, if he was going to really be serious about it, there was no way he was going to go it alone on the free weights. But still, he could set things up. The leaden weight of the circular weights with their soft rubber padding was comforting against his hands as Tonka slid them into place on either end of the bench press bar, then cinched them firmly into place with a tightening screw. It was as he was just finishing this job that the buff wolf felt a soft hand grip his hard buns, right through his shorts and the jock strap beneath.
"Mmm, nice," said a familiar voice, and Tonka grinned at the dobiegirl over his shoulder, before flexing his tight tush, tail wagging, and then turning to enfold her in a big hug, making the smaller femme wriggle in his grip. "Eep! Hey, careful not to squish me, okay Tonka?" she teased.
"I wouldn't do that," said the big grey wolf, setting Sesshy's paws back on the ground and giving her a wink. "You're just too cute sometimes not to squeeze a bit, Sesshy."
"Hee!" giggled the happy dobie, bouncing a bit on the balls of her paws. "You started without me, you know. I could smell sexy, sweaty wolf all the way from the hall."
Tonka couldn't help but laugh as Sesshy licked her chops after saying this, and gave her cute buns a pat with one strong paw.
"C'mon," said the wolf, walking to the padded bench and then leaning back. "I need a spotter on this, and it'll do you good to watch it done before trying it yourself."
"'kay," agreed the dobiegirl, moving around to near Tonka's head while he settled into place, and then set his hands on the heavy bar, her own joining his. "Wow, this is pretty heavy," she said with more than a little awe.
"I've been doing this a long time," Tonka explained as they slowly lifted the bar together. He knew that this wasn't exactly Sesshy's thing, that she tended to prefer running, aerobics, and judo to this hefty work. That she would be willing to even come into a weight room was a big favor to him, he knew, and he couldn't help but be glad that she was so willing to do this for him. For him - that was the realization that was the sweetest, at least in Tonka's thoughts.
Sesshy kept her smaller, dark brown-furred fingers tensed on the bar as Tonka began to lower it down, taking his time, until the cool metal pressed through his trimmed lupine fur, right up against the flesh of his hard-muscled chest. Then, with a nice, slow exhalation, he forced his arms to straighten again until they were at full extension, the weight-laden bar suspended above him. Sesshy's fingers never left the bar, though she didn't provide him any help just yet. He could feel her eyes on him, roaming his body like unseen fingers, and somehow he knew that she did want to touch him with her fingers as well as her eyes.
"That looks awfully heavy," said Sesshy in a soft, awed voice as Tonka started to lower the bar once more, her fingers leaving the bar to stroke slowly, gently, down his arms as their veins stood out prominently, especially on the topsides of his biceps. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have one of your big, buff boyfriends handle the spotting?"
Even with the muscles in his neck tensed as they were, Tonka couldn't help but grin at the question, his nostrils flaring as they picked up a familiar scent, though one that he couldn't quite place right away.
"My buddies aren't as cute to look at," he said, before blinking as he tilted his head back slightly, his eyes widening as he noticed the damp spot in the crotch of Sesshy's shorts, making the fabric grind all the tighter into her highly visible cameltoe. "Not as good smelling, either," he added, finally recognizing that scent: it was Sesshy's pussy.
"If you say so," replied Sesshy with a bit of tease to her voice, even as her hands stroked down over the wolf's chest, fingertips teasing his dark nipples as they protruded through the fur, making Tonka shiver despite himself. "You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, you know."
Tonka didn't answer - couldn't, really - as he did his best to concentrate on his weightlifting, on the simple task of making that bar go all the way down to his chest, and then all the way back up, making sure to curve the motion slightly when it went down, all the better to stimulate the muscles all the way. But after that gentle tease to his chest by Sesshy's fingers, he was finding it harder to concentrate, every time the cool metal of the bar touched his chest reminding him of that former touch.
So focused on trying desperately to concentrate on the motions of his exercise was Tonka, in fact, that he almost didn't notice as Sesshy's fingers pulled back, all the better to aid her as she wriggled her way out of her shorts. But when she stepped forward, straddling the upper part of the bench as Tonka's head tilted back, he couldn't help but notice. Spreading her legs, Sesshy grinned down at Tonka, who couldn't help but stare, his arms pausing at full extension as that sweet, juicy dobiepuss was only a matter of less than an inch away from his muzzle, totally bared to his view. With a soft whimper of need, Tonka arched his neck slightly, his muzzle parting as he closed it, slowly and deliberately, on Sesshy's flushed cunny.
"Ooh, good wolfie!" Sesshy cooed eagerly as that wonderful wolftongue plowed into her aching, needy pink sex. "Such a good boy...mmm...," her fingers went back to teasing along Tonka's bare fur, until they stroked over the front of his green shorts. "Such a big boy!"
It was like bondage, Tonka realized, with the heavy weight keeping him effectively pinned, unable to do more than serve the will of the dobiegirl straddling his muzzle. She was wriggling like a puppy as he started to gnaw sexily on her tasty slit, intoxicated by her juices even as he was lowering the bar once more, the motion automatic, kept going by pure instinct. As the sounds of his eager slurping filled his ears, Tonka also felt Sesshy's fingers as she tugged on the drawstring of his shorts, and then shimmied them down his legs, making him lift his butt a little to let them down.
"Big all over," said Sesshy in some awe as she handled the hefty length of hardened wolfmeat that flopped out onto Tonka's tight belly as she peeled his lower body naked. Reluctantly, she pulled her juicy dobiequim away from the wolf's questing muzzle and wonderful tongue, and moved around to kneel at the base of the bench, leaving Tonka to pump the bar on his own.
Tonka did his best not to look down too frequently, knowing that this would make him lose what little concentration he had left, but he could already feel his efforts starting to grow slower, weaker, as blood rushed from his muscles down to his achingly erect penis. Despite himself, he did chance a look down, right into the positively ecstatic, wide purple eyes of the Doberman hottie who was stroking his big wolfdong in one hand, fingers stretched around its length as far as they could reach, while her other hand hefted his balls the same way he might lift a dumbbell, save with far greater care. Then, as Sesshy kissed the tip of Tonka's cock, swirling her tongue around that swollen glans before slowly engulfing every last inch, taking it in at the same time he was lowering the bar of the bench press back down to his chest, Tonka couldn't hold back another soft, needy whimper. His legs soon began to twitch as Sesshy's pace of suckling increased, the luscious slurping sounds of her oral attentions driving him almost as wild as the seductive scent of the hot little bitch that lingered so heavily in the air.
"I'm...I'm losing it, Sesshy!" he warned, and he meant it in more than one way: the bar was too heavy for him to push it back up, his muscles too fatigued, too drained of blood and concentration for him to move it under his own strength as it started to sink towards his chest, threatening to pin him to the bench.
"Don't worry," said Sesshy, releasing his cock with a noisy 'pop' of her lips, before she rose up, straddling his hips. "I'll help you work it up."
Bending forward, her beautiful, full breasts with their plump tits dangling right before Tonka's eyes, Sesshy pressed her knees up against each of the wolf's hips, like she might if she were riding a horse bareback, before her hands caught firm hold of the bar. With a soft, slow moan, her head tilting back in extremity of pleasure, Sesshy at once pulled on the bar, lifting it up with Tonka's help, and thrust her sopping wet little cunny down, right onto his throbbingly erect wolfcock!
Her chest heaving with exertion, Sesshy had to grit her teeth with the dual effort of helping Tonka and riding his swollen, thick length as it spread her open so very wide divided her attention. It made her wriggle and squirm in his lap, her concentration almost as scattered as his own in this time of deep fulfillment. Thoughts of good form forgotten, Tonka bucked his hips as Sesshy pressed so firmly against him, his cock buried to the roots in her clenching dobiequim, making the dobiegirl give a delighted squeal of pleasure, her heavy breasts bouncing before his eyes, giving them both the little extra lift that was needed to settle the heavy bar back into place with a soft click of completion.
Freed of that restraining weight, Tonka's paws immediately seized hold of Sesshy's wriggling hips, and he began to give the hot dobiegirl the ride of her life! With a cry of exquisite pleasure, Sesshy moaned loudly as Tonka lashed her lovely breasts with his broad, strong tongue (was no part of him not strong?) even as they began to bounce and heave with his mighty thrusts. She felt his heavy balls slapping against her hot buns, and the lewd, wet sounds of his cock plowing in and out of her almost gushing little cunny just made her all the more eager and excited. It was too much to bear!
"Ah, Tonka, I'm...!" started Sesshy, only to have the wolf lift his muzzle, pressing it against her own, muffling her delighted, orgasmic wail of ultimate pleasure, her juices indeed spurting out over Tonka's belly and groin. He wasn't far behind her, the tension proving too much for his control as the muscled wolf's heavy balls tensed, pulling tight against his body, before his cock gave a final twitch as it nudged right up against Sesshy's cervix, before starting to gush as well. Sesshy felt like she was being stuffed with a sperm-shooting firehose!
Slowly, almost painfully, the orgasms of both canids slowed, and then receded, leaving Sesshy lying, panting, her long pink tongue lolling out as she sprawled across Tonka's body. The wolf, for his part, looked supremely relaxed, his smile almost radiant as he cupped Sesshy's firm bottom in one strong paw, holding her in place on top of his body on the padded bench.
"We, uh, made a mess, didn't we?" said the dobiegirl, looking down as her and his utterly cum-soaked lower bodies.
Tonka just nodded, his eyes drifting closed.
"We're gonna hafta clean that up soon, too, huh?" Sesshy continued, her own eyes starting to get heavy, her body still fully flushed with her afterglow.
Tonka nodded again, before he leaned up, and silenced Sesshy with another kiss.
"Later," he said, before grinning toothily, shifting his hips so that Sesshy could feel the heavy weight of his returning erection.
"When you put it that way," answered Sesshy, making no attempt to conceal her eagerness as she rose, and then bent herself over a nearby piece of weight equipment, thrusting her fine furry tush out in open invitation to the wolf. "How can I resist?"
"No point in trying," said Tonka, rising from the bench to grip Sesshy's butt in one big paw, pumping himself to full erection once more with the other. "We gotta work out like this more often."