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_There she is again. _ Travin thought as he tried to keep his attention on his sparring partner, ducking and striking under the attempted kick.

He should have kept all of his attention on the rabbit who was making quick jabs at him, but the stallion's eyes were drawn towards the short dark form that was jogging around the track with determination. The Pomeranian was making a good pace for such a small anthro, though she didn't seem to be trying to outrace the few others that were on the track, she was just doing her thing without caring if others could run faster. The stallion had to leap back to avoid the next hit, yanking his eyes away from her thick furred body bouncing up and down with every step. It was hard not to stare at her, especially after two months of flirting and teasing one another, it had become almost a matter of obsession on his part. She came here five days a week, always when he did, right near the end of the busy time in the gym and stayed until the wee hours of the late night when the place was all but deserted. That alone would have drawn him towards her, if only in a friendly way, but she wasn't here to make friends. She had told him that the first day when he had tried to make small talk, she was here to work out.

Hati, her name was Hati, she was working out in an attempt to get into the military service, despite the fact they had firm restrictions on canine breeds that could sign up. She was sharp tongued and teasing, her time spent working out often seemed to make sure that he found himself staring at her ass or other intriguing places. At first, he had thought it was just a mistake, that it was his own interest in her soft curved form that made him look, but then he became aware of the way she watched him. She wanted him to look, wanted him to stare at her as she worked out or when she was leaving the shower, often times flirting with him and daring him to do more than just look. Not that she would tolerate him pushing the limit, the moment he did she would evade him with a mocking little grin and a wag of that tightly curled tail. It was a most marvelous game of teasing and flirting that he had ever had, and one that only made his interest in her grow. She had all but confided in him that she wanted him to do more, that she would invite him to pin her against the wall if he could prove himself.

"Get your shoulders up!" His partner snapped out and aimed a punch at him that made him desperately throw himself down to escape, it still caught his ear and made him snarl out. "You aren't paying attention!"

"Keep away from the head!" Travin answered, tossing his rust-colored mane fall down in his eyes as he struck out to drive his partner away so he could breathe.

His eyes kept slipping towards the small dark form running, the tight shorts that hugged her curved ass and the sweep of her belly, making him lick his lips briefly. Yes, she wanted him, he wanted her, but she was enjoying her game of making him work for it. His nostrils flared delicately as he went back to his game, keeping his eyes away from her as he concentrated on his match. He had to keep his attention on his match, he had to keep himself busy or else he'd give into the urge to tipping his hand. If she knew that he had switched out her normal bottle of water, knew that he was finally going to put an end to their flirting courtship, she would never let him live it down. He lunged forward with a flurry of kicks at his opponent, his body flushing hot at the idea of the Pomeranian in the grips of the potion he had slipped her. By the time the gym went quiet after midnight, she'd be in the locker room with the door open as she normally was, but this time she would be deep in the grips of a potion so potent that she would be begging for him to fill her.

_I wonder if she begs as sweetly as she teases? _ He gritted his teeth as he kept his mind on what he was doing, he had waited this long. This was what she had been waiting for too, he knew it, they were just playing a game, but tonight he was going to win.

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"Are you going to shower already?" Travin asked as Hati snatched up her towel from her bench. "It's barely midnight, I thought you were going for endurance."

The stallion was at the weights, it was the same situation, same pose, same conversation that they had every night, but it still made her wag her tightly curled tail back and forth slowly. He was leaned back against the bench with his head tilted up, looking at her above the bar while a grin teased the edges of his mobile lips. He had long since lost his shirt, showing the white pattern that ran along the curve of his chest and lower belly, drawing her eyes to the tense muscles that were bunching up along his navel and even further down.

"I suppose I simply manage my time more wisely." She answered and twitched her ears up. "Though, I suppose if you must put in the extra hours just to catch up, then have at it."

"Oh, I only put in the extra hours so you don't get scared in the gym all by yourself." He set the bar down and stood up, deliberately flexing for her. "I should escort you to the locker room, don't want you to be nervous. Of course... there might be another reason to be nervous if I came along with you."

"As if you could come anywhere near me." She snapped pertly, her ears tipping back as she slung her towel along her neck, grinning at the way his ears went flat against his head.

Travin was always fun to tease, the muscular stallion was here with her all the time, and she'd never admit it to him, but she loved having him around. He was a treat for the eyes, especially when he was sprawled out the way he was on the weight benches. Ever since he had first started talking to her she had enjoyed flirting with him, often times making sure that he left the gym with his shorts uncomfortably tight across his loins. He often tried to do more, but she enjoyed telling him no, enjoyed the stalk. It meant when they finally did go all the way, did something intimate, it would be like fire and lightning, the build up half of the fun. She grinned as she heard him clopping behind her as she trotted towards the locker room, she knew he'd watch her as she got cleaned up and she would put on a show just for him as she deliberately left the door ajar.

Most of the time she dreamed that he came into the locker room, pushed her up against the wall and took her like the only way a stallion could. She knew he would be too large, she even knew that the very act would leave her sore for days. She was under five feet tall and he towered above her like a giant, but it would be worth it. If he had ever done it, she wouldn't have told him no, well.. at least not most days. She pushed her way through to the locker room and left the door partially open with the kick stop, not nearly as wide open as she usually did. Today would be about teasing him, and that was it, there was no way she could go any further than that simple teasing. She wouldn't risk it, not when she was coming into season, though it did make it harder to think about refusing Travin if he tried to make a real move on her tonight.

One day soon..._She sighed and slid the shirt off with a little wiggle, ruffling the fur of her back as her soft fur covered breasts were brought into view. _At least tonight I'll have something to think about before bed.

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She picked up her water bottle as she heard the telltale sound of hooves in the hall separating the locker rooms, her lips quirked up with a wicked smile before she took a deep drink of her water. She purposefully leaned backwards so that her belly was arched to show the sweep of her belly and the swell of her breasts to him. She could almost feel his eyes on her as he lurked in the open door, imagined his reaction as she ran her paw along the sweep of her belly. She had woken up this morning with her entire body feeling warm and swollen in a way that was all too familiar and it had only grown worse through the day. As she had worked out, it had become harder and harder to ignore the arousal that had roiled beneath the surface and brought her to looking at the stallion more often than she normally did. She could feel the beat of her heart against her chest, the tightness along her breasts that made her nipples harden deliciously as she drank long and deep, only stopping when she needed to breathe and made a show of licking her muzzle. She ran her tongue playfully along her muzzle before moving her paws down to her bottoms.

The slow drag down along her hips and lower belly garnered a short groan from beyond the door as her paws loosened the shorts and curled them downwards. She made a show of it as she moved around the locker room, sliding the edge downwards along the curve of her ass while her curled tail started to slip free of the slot and popped free at the small of her back. She could feel the heat blossoming along her loins as she slipped the fabric down, her panties clinging to her swollen mound. They were damp, they had been damp all evening as her body reacted to her intentions towards the stallion. She could hear him beyond the door, the soft scuff of hooves and low breathing that sent a shiver down her spine as she discarded her shorts to one side and began to pick up her towel again. Her paw slipped down, brushing at the silk of her panties were it was drawn against her mound, she couldn't stop a shiver of pleasure that coaxed a whimper from her throat, stopping her movement to the shower. Why did she have to be in heat? Tonight would be perfect to invite him in or force her hand..

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Travin was breathing in short breaths as he watched the Pomeranian start to move towards the showers and then stop. Her ears pinned down flat to her head as her paw rested right on that plump looking mound hidden under the silk and started to stroke lightly as she whined out and tilted her head back. Normally this was the part where she would go to the shower, perhaps pushing her panties down as she went so that he saw a tantalizing glimpse of her bare ass to leave him hard and wanting as she left. It was the pattern, but tonight he was going to break this pattern, he wanted her to want him, wanted to see her as needy and eager as she always made him. Her paw was starting to rub along the front of her panties, her normally sharp looking eyes seemed unfocused as she let the towel fall from her other hand and pool on the ground as she whimpered under her breath. His nostrils flared, his cock drooped heavily from his sheath, filling his shorts as he nudged the door open a bit wider.

His alchemist friend had given him the potion with a bit of laughter and joking. It was meant as a masturbatory aid mostly, a few drops would make a person lost to passion and heat until their own paw felt as if it were someone else, the orgasms intense and wild. He didn't want it to masturbate with, he had ignored the sly grin, he was watching exactly what it did. The little canine began to sink towards the bench as her paws slipped forward, her short fingers curling beneath the silky fabric as the drug took hold. It would only work with arousal, if she weren't experiencing it the potion would have simply made her dizzy and perhaps a little light headed, but nothing more. It worked on desire, enhanced it, rushed through her like a tidal wave. Hati let out a little whimpering cry, so sweet to the ears as she dropped down onto the bench, her ears pinned flat back and her eyes a mixture of confusion and need.

Her paw moved and he shifted his own hand down to the edge of his shorts, his ears tipped back, listening for any sounds in the gym. His fingers found his drooping cock, his large tip, and squeezed it firmly, rubbing his fingers along the length of the mottled spire as the small canine's paws moved and pushed the panties to one side. His nostrils flared open wide, sucking down a breath as he watched the dark spade shaped mound slip into view, the silk material being pushed downwards as the Pomeranian let out a shivery little moan. The stallion had never seen her nude, she'd always left her panties on, and now he was watching as her fingers curled forward against her puffy outer lips and started to spread the lips open wider, sliding towards her swollen clit. She was so tiny, barely large enough to fit his finger as his cock began to swell wider and wider, the first spill of precum spilling up along his tip while he let out a short rumble.

It was almost painfully arousing to see the tip of the finger that she started to push into her own body, her stomach tensing up as the wetness coated along the digit. She was growing slicker, so terribly slick, and stretching around the digit that pushed inwards. He'd never seen a canine naked before, so unlike a mare, so delicate and tiny looking, so desirable. Her eyes squeezed shut, her ears going down tight to her head as she arched her hips higher in the air. Her other paw reached to grab the bench under her, letting out a sweet needy cry that had him snorting out, his cock flexing and slipping from the band of his shorts as he pushed the door open wider. The scent of her arousal was an alluring assault to his senses as he took a step into the girl's locker room, his rust colored mane fell in his eyes as he pushed the door shut behind him.

"I win." He rumbled as her eyes focused on him and she stirred, her paw remaining along her loins as he stepped towards her. "And to the victor goes the spoils."

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Hati saw him, he was there in front of her and the canine tried to stir a feeling of alarm, but her body was throbbing in time with her beating heart. Every breath was a pant as her own paw rested along her heat swollen cunny, feeling her own body greedily suckling along her finger tip as she squirmed in place. Something was different, something had happened, her body felt on fire with her need, far beyond what could be explained by her heat. She wanted to touch herself, she wanted to be touched, every brush of her own paw was a delight that had her squirming back against the bench as the stallion began to approach her. She heard him, the victor? She blinked and gave her head a shake, trying to remember why this was a bad idea, there was a reason he shouldn't be in here, she knew that. But... the only thought that was stirred was the fact that she had been thinking of him only a second before when her paw had slipped between her furred legs, and now her he was, and that was all her mind could comprehend.

The stallion's large hands moved to slide along her body, the thumbs brushing along her belly as he loomed above her. His ears were pricked up as she squirmed under that touch, crying out in pleasure as he stroked along her lower belly so that her entire body tensed up and arched higher in the air. His muzzle dipped down, the thick soft lips suddenly brushed right along her full soft breasts, the warm breath tickled out in a rush before the sweep of his tongue that ran right up and along one of her perked nipples. It sent a shock of pleasure through her, one that was coupled with a sudden shocked sound as something heavy and swollen ran along her lower belly. She squirmed, pushing backwards on the bench as something hot and syrupy oozed out against her belly fur while the stallion's tongue rolled along her nipple.

"Travin.." She panted out, her eyes trying to focus, mind working against whatever was affecting her and he only rumbled laughter and gave a rock forward, dragging her hips up against him.

He was bigger than her in every way possible and her eyes were drawn down towards the powerful body that she had recently been fantasizing about. His eyes were watching her intently, victorious and eager as she felt the weight of the impressive equine shaft sliding right along her belly. His tan and white splotched hide was soft to the touch of her paws as she placed them on the broad chest and squirmed under his weight. His teeth roamed higher, lips stroking through her fur as his hands slipped along the curve of her waist and dragged her higher in the air, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips. The thick swollen flesh brushed over her heat swollen mound and made her cry out, her ears going flat back with a shudder of pleasure, biting her tongue to stop the whimper from breaking forth as the stallion rumbled down at her eagerly.

"Use your paws.." He huffed hotly, lifting his head so he could grin down at her. "I want you to feel me and guide me in."

"I..." She started to protest, but he pushed his hips forward, the thick silky length slid back and forth along her heat swollen mound, the base of him resting against her. She felt how wide he was and whatever protest her mind might have made slipped away, it just felt so good, she had been waiting for this for so long. "God.. you're thick.."

"Hopefully not too thick." He chuffed eagerly and her paws moved down along the stallions chest as he lifted himself up.

He was balanced on the bench, his cock jutted out along his lower belly and hung down towards her, thick and eager as precum oozed out of the cock tip and spilled down against her. He was bigger than her palm, the tip glistening as her paws reached down to wrap around him and Travin let out a whickering groan and nibbled lightly along her ears. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, tilting them up invitingly as she squeezed around the swollen glans, he was large enough that she had no idea if he could even fit inside of her, but her body was oh so happy to put that theory to the test. She could feel the heat in her belly as she dragged the equine girth downwards, letting it brush along her lower belly fur as the muscular stallion let out a rumble of appreciation, rocking against her palms and leaving a webbing of precum behind as she dragged the swollen mottled cock low enough to kiss right against heat swollen mons.

He was too big, he nearly dwarfed her as he gave a hot snort against her neck and teased towards the shoulders as his glans pushed forward with a powerful rock of his hips, grinding along her outer lips and pushing them in on themselves. She slipped her hand down lower on the turgid spire while she squirmed, twisting and writhing as the stallion pulled her hip higher and let out a frustrated groan as he bucked forward, trying to pry her small passage apart. She wasn't made for a horse, her hands dropped away and moved to hold onto the bench as her shoulders were pushed back against the wood, her lower body lifted up high as the powerful rocking pushes wedged and spread her lips open, thick warm rivulets of precum drooled along her inner folds, spilling along the crease of her rump as he groaned out and pushed down harder against her.

Hati bit back a high pitched yelp of shock as the too thick tip suddenly surged forward and pushed into her estrus swollen passage with a lewd wet sound, the hips pushing forward as Travin cried out and pulled his hips up higher in the air against him as he pushed downwards. He had to struggle, the first few inches were too much, her body clamped down tightly and squeezed along the glossy length as she dug her paws against the bench beneath her, her cry erupting out and became muffled against the rust colored mane that fell along her shoulders. The hot splatter of precum was flung into her passage, thick and heavy feeling, nearly as much as a canine might have poured into her at their orgasm and he was just getting started. He worked his hips, pumping and squeezing along her hips as she tightened legs along his hips, bucking upwards higher in the air against him as another few inches drove into her stretching passage. It was better than any fantasy she had ever had.

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Travin tried to keep his hips under control, he wanted to hammer into her small body and force every last inch into her, but she was so small, so tight, he had to take it slowly and resist the urge. Her inner walls suckled and pulled along his cock, caressing him with silky strokes as he pushed forward and started to tremble. She was so wet, the only reason he had even managed to push inside of her was because she was growing wetter by the moment, his precum coated her inner walls messily before he dragged backwards slowly. She was so tight he had to fight to pull himself backwards, hearing her yelping out and her paws suddenly reached to grab his shoulders, her slight body shaking beneath him as he lifted his hips high in the air, nearly pulling all the way out. His glans pulled and tugged just inside of her, almost as tightly locked as a knot would have been and then he pushed forward again.

Inch by inch he claimed her, he had dreamed of her, lusted after her, spent several evenings in bed with his hand wrapped around himself, but nothing prepared him for the reality of her body. He forced her to mold around him in an obscene O as he heard her crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain both. She didn't try to get him to stop, if she had been in real pain the potion would have let her go, it wasn't strong enough to overrun her sense of safety. She wanted this, just as much as he wanted it, and his hips drove forward with another thrust working his way inwards, feeling her body straining wider and wider as he pushed his way in all the way to his medial ring, nudging it right against those lewdly stretched outer lips and he pulled her up higher against him. His tail flagged up high in the air behind him as his balls tensed up, nearly cumming as he wedged the thick ring inwards and slipped it into her with the slick sound of wetness being squeezed out around his swollen length.

His breathing came in short bursts as he began to work his hips back and forth, her lower belly was starting to bulge as his cock drove in deeper. This time he didn't stop, he pushed through the too tight walls and his cock bowed as he drove himself in deeper and deeper. His swollen tip pushed up against her cervix, bottoming out as just under half of his length remained outside of her as he rubbed along the spongy opening. His precum oozed out against her as she cried out and her hips ground up against him, shaking and writhing in his grasp as he let out a low sound of triumph before dragging backwards. He didn't plunge forward gently, he drove himself in a firm buck, letting out a moan as her walls wrapped tightly around him, the contracting squeeze beyond a delight as he started to take her. So much smaller than a mare, but he took her like one, with full powerful strokes that rocked her beneath him.

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Hati clung to Travin, her entire body locked in a throbbing rush of need that was only building rapidly as the stallion drove himself into her. He bottomed out long before his length was entirely sheathed inside of her, and even that was pleasurable. It should have hurt, she knew how badly it could hurt, but it only felt good as the cock dragged backwards from her body before lunging forward again, his muscles quivering and tensing up above her. She clung to him, her fingers gripping his shoulder as he pushed her harder against the bench, keeping her hips upwards as she felt the weight of him rubbing over her swollen eager passage. He found places to caress that made her buck and cry out, her eyes squeezing shut as she wriggled and shivered through every drag backwards, strands of her arousal clung to him, mingling with the heavy precum.

She already felt full of it, so much that he was forcing it out with his thrusts and still more of it was pushing deeper into her vulnerable body. How many of his sperm had already slipped inside of her fertile body, wriggling deeper? It was a concern that was fleeting when compared with finally getting what she wanted most in that moment, her body worked to a fever pitch as he claimed her, his hands tightening along her hips as she tensed and gave a whimpering moan as her body began to shake. He took her to the edge, pushing his cock deeper, the thick ring popping messily in and out of her body, stroking and pulling as her walls began to tense down around him. She tried to lock around him, her body knew what to do, despite the lack of a knot she started to squeeze tighter and heard Travin letting out a grunting sound as he struggled forward against her contracting passage.

She came with her hips jerked up high in the air and trembling as the stallion began to thrust harder and faster through her, every movement rocking her back and forth as his lips slipped along her delicate muzzle. The soft thick lips brushed along her own lightly, his breathing coming in short bursts as she writhed, trying to hilt herself up against him as the shortened strokes became rapidly more ragged and desperate. His hands moved, sliding along her legs and tightening, pulling her up as she felt his cock starting to swell open wider and wider. Her body wanted that, wanted to feel him swell, but the wrong part of him was flaring open. His cock tip was spreading her open wider and wider in her belly, her fingers moved back onto the bench to hold herself as every thrust forward pushed him up along her cervix, sliding and rubbing as he blossomed open wider.

The small Pomeranian was trapped as the hips pushed down, his chest against her own while she opened her muzzle to his kiss, her soft pink tongue flicking out to twist against his. The tip began to throb inside of her as the urethra jutted forward and pushed right up against her dilated cervix, the length of it sealing her shut as the stallion began to tremble above her, moaning against her mouth. She wasn't prepared for it, but the stallion suddenly erupted inside of her, the thick hot cum was flung out of the heavy stallion's body and plunged into her cervical passage in thick heavy ropes of sperm laced goo. She couldn't escape it, he poured into her, the warmth flowing deeper into her vulnerable fertile womb in rushes that rapidly flooded her in a way her body wasn't made for. The Pomeranian squirmed and wriggled, letting out a shallow yelp against the stallions muzzle as the pulses continued, forced its way deeper, her belly began to stretch and swell with the obscene load that was claiming her.

She felt the strain spread her open wider and wider, her trim muscular belly starting to rapidly swell, an obscene mimicry of pregnancy as it softened under the horse's virile seed. He tried jerking back, his head lifting up with a groan as he seemed to realize that he was doing, but her body was locked around him. He was too thick, too much, trapped inside of her as her stomach became so swollen it looked as if she had gorged herself on three meals at once, all of it boasting one goal, to make her swell for another reason entirely. The heat, the burning need, started to ebb as she was flooded and the hands stroked along her. The stallion let out a rumble and shuddered, his breathing coming in short pants as his lips twitched up in a victorious smile.

"To the victor goes the spoils, huh?" He lipped along her ear affectionately, his body relaxing in the afterglow, heedless of the foal he was siring on her.