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“So, why was this place abandoned, Fu Dog?” Jake asks as we head inside of the gym, a gym bag under an arm.

“No idea, something about wolves... or something or other.” I tell him, following him inside, walking over some half discarded shirts and rubble.

“Isn’t that something we should be worried about?”

“It’s been abandoned for years, Jake. Nothing’s gonna happen, and anyway, we need you to get your practice in, and this place is the only gym without security. So you can get your workout done while in dragon form.”

“Why do I need to do it in my dragon form, though?”

“Because it doesn’t translate between your human and dragon form. Didn’t you ever wonder why your human form was so... scrawny, compared to your ‘dragon upped’ form?”

“I always thought it was... like, how I looked, you know?” Jake asks, as he starts walking to the main workout area, a few pieces of equipment still looking ok to use.

I stop him for a moment. “If that were true, it wouldn’t explain Fred Nerk’s dragon form.”

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“Ok then,” I point to the changing room. “Go get changed, and uh... ‘dragon up’.”

With a nod, Jake goes into the changing room, only taking a few minutes before heading back out again. In his dragon form, he has his gym clothes on, which are slightly tight on his large frame, the gym bag still under his arm. With a quick look up at me, he looks back to the floor, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Do I... really have to wear this?” He asks, shifting slightly from foot to foot.

“What’s the matter? I thought you’d be ecstatic at the opportunity to show off?” I ask back as I walk him over to the equipment.

“There’s no-one else here, Fu Dog...”

“I meant at the competition, Jake! This is just the prep work for some ogling later.”

Jake looks around a little, scratching the back of his arm nervously.

“What’s the matter Jake?”

“I swear I could smell...” he trails off.

“You’re overthinking it, Jake, this place has been abandoned for years. Let’s focus on the workout, shall we?”

“But Fu Dog...”

“C’mon big guy,” I give his backside a playful slap. “We’re wasting daylight here.”

The dragon shifts uncomfortably again before moving over to the gym equipment with me. I check the equipment, and find that the few pieces still connected up to the main power are still working. Turning on one of the treadmills, Jake jumps on apprehensively, starting with a slightly fast walking. After a couple of minutes, Jake gets into the grove and seems to shake off whatever was troubling him. I watch as he slowly speeds the treadmill up to a good jogging speed, moving around to behind Jake, my gaze focusing on his rump.

His backside has always been a rather... eye catching sight, even if Jake never seemed to see how many magical beasts took notice of him. Even the unicorns in Central Park showed him a lot more affection than to others, and they tend to keep to their own species. Looking over his backside and tail, I can’t help but lick my lips, watching droplets of sweat roll down his arms, his inner thighs... his soft ass cheeks.

“That’s a good lad...” I whisper under my breath, biting my lower lip. “Work up that sweat...”

“What was that, Fu?” Jake asks, looking back slightly at me.

“N-nothing, keep going, big guy.”

Jake looks forward again, his focus being drawn away from me. My nostrils flare slightly as I begin to smell his sweat permeate the air. It’s a deep scent, but far from unpleasant. It smells similar to a reptile enclosure, except with the base scent of Jake. Licking my lips again, realising that I need... I need a piece of his big, beautiful butt. I plan out my next steps, which basically come down to: jump onto the treadmill behind him, pull his shorts down, and huff his butt. Now’s probably my only chance to do so.

I walk up to the treadmill, watching Jake’s ass shake slightly with each step, as if he’s tempting me to dive on in. My legs and feet acting on their own accord, and I jump up onto the treadmill, taking the dragon by surprise. With my feet barely making it to the sides of the treadmill, my paws move to his shorts. Before he can truly react, I grip his waistband and drag the top down enough to show off his butt cheeks. I don’t pull them down enough to restrict his movements, only enough to gain access.

“Fu?! What are you doing?” Jake calls out, his voice shaky. “This is really dangerous!”

“Hush dragon... this is my time to shine...” I say as I move his heavy tail over my head, my maw moving up to the dragon’s hole.

Without a hint of shame, I sniff Jake’s ass like the dog I am, shivering at the deep, heavy, reptilian musk that hits me. My mind reels at this, my head almost pulling back in instinctive response. But taking a second, I push my head back against his hole, sniffing his hole again, and again, and again. Jake’s voice becomes nothing more than undefined sound to me as my tongue rolls out from my maw, licking up the cleft of his ass.

Having my snout stuck up the dragon’s ass leaves me inside a constantly moving sauna of sweat, scale, and musk. My paws moving around Jake’s hips, I dig my head into the reptile’s ass, my tongue digging into his hole. The wrinkled ring of Jake’s hole is completely divine, opening up to my tongue, relaxing around and clamping down on my tongue. Teasing me, tempting me to dig into my meal ever more.

“S-so good... so... sweaty...” I moan against Jake’s hole, feeling his ass stop moving around my head.

The whir of the machine stops too, and now I know he’s stopped the treadmill. But he doesn’t move away from me, doesn’t push me away. If anything... Jake grinds his butt against my face. Huffing deeply, I lick and lap at the dragon’s backside, all but worshipping his rear end. With each lick, I feel myself get warmer and warmer, as Jake lowers his body down to the treadmill, moving onto his hands and knees.

Once he does this, I move his shorts down and off of his legs. My cock begins to throb and expand out from my sheath, fully coming out within a few seconds. It feels good to finally have my shaft out, the throbbing need I feel only making me want more. After a few moments, I move myself back from the dragon’s butt, wiping my mouth of saliva and his sweat.

“Fuck, look at that hole.” I say as I look over the dragon’s backside, the wrinkled hole clamping down occasionally, almost as though it’s trying to tempt me to take action on his rump.

“I-is... this why you brought me out here? Just to make me work up a sweat?” Jake asks, swaying his tail from side to side.

“Nah, just... think of it as a bonus on my end.” I say as I slowly move myself onto Jake’s back, my cock moving down against the cleft of the dragon’s ass. “You know... for finding this place.”

As I wrap my arms around Jake’s midsection, or at least as far as I can, I use my feet to grip the dragon’s backside. Pushing my hips out a little, I angle my canine cock against his hole, my pointed tip grinding against his ring. With a small huff, I push down into his hole, feeling it spread open around my cock. My maw opens as I let out a deep, drawn out moan from me as his warmth and wetness envelopes me.

A shiver runs down my spine, as my paws explore the parts of his muscled chest that I can. With a small jerk forward, I shove another inch or so of my dick into Jake’s backside, before stopping for a moment. The dragon looks back at me, his face contorted in slight pain, but there’s a lot of pleasure on his maw too. His hole clamps and shifts around my length, milking my cock seemingly on an instinctive level.

“Mmmph, oh fuck... Fu Dog, why do you feel so good?” Jake asks, his eyes deep in longing and lust.

“Everyone loves dog dick...” I whisper, half to myself, before I start to thrust into Jake’s ass once again, trying to stifle a groan.

“Oh god... I... I do...”

And with that admission, I thrust into his ass harder, wanting to see if I can get a few more secrets out of him. Taking long, hard thrusts into his rump, I fall in love with how his ass clamps down on my length as I pull back. His hole relaxes a little as I thrust into his butt, as though he is trying to get me deeper into his rump. My breath becomes heavy and almost matches my rhythmic thrusting, biting my lip as I slam into the dragon.

There’s something different about being inside Jake, his insides... feel hotter than I had expected. The texture of his ass is a lot smoother than I’d thought, a lot more accepting of penetration. Making me shiver and tremble as I lose myself to the fog of my lust. My paws grab at Jake’s underside, my fingers digging against the soft skin of Jake’s belly. Occasionally I feel Jake’s cock slap up against his stomach, the ‘plaping’ causing his belly to shake. I would love to reach around to his length, to jerk him off while I breed him, but I suppose he’ll need to take care of that himself.

With every thrust in, I feel my orgasm draw just a little closer, getting ever deeper into the lust and pleasure. Driving my hips harder and harder against the dragon’s plump ass, my hips moving ever faster. I push myself more, feeling the edge draw closer. Rolling my head back, I close my eyes tight as I slam my cock forward, pressing my knot against his wrinkled hole. It takes a few moments, and a part of me wonders if I’ll manage to tie with the dragon. But then... my knot slips into his hole, tying with Jake’s hole. My balls grind up against his taint as I give a final thrust or two.

I finally release into the dragon’s ass, my ballsack pulling up against my body with each shot of my puppy batter. Growling deeply, I continue to grind my crotch against Jake’s rump, wanting to empty every drop of my seed into the boy’s hole. Gritting my teeth and groaning in need, spurt upon spurt of thick seed shoots up my length, before filling the dragon’s ass. My breath comes out deeply as I feel my orgasm slowly ebb away, my body trembling as my knot and shafts throb deep inside of Jake’s ass. My cock is practically swimming in my own seed inside the dragon, making me feel really weird.

“Fuck... you know how to drain a dog, Jake.” I say as I pat Jake on the back.

“D-don’t make... it weird Fu...”

“Says the dragon who came on dog dick.”

“F-Fu Dog... I... I didn’t cum...” Jake huffs out, looking back at me, his eyes filled with complete need. “You jerk...”

“Then you’ll get that...” I say back, my breath as heavy as Jake’s. “After you finish your training, Jake...”

“You expect me to... continue the training?” Jake asks, sounding generally shocked.

“You bet, got fifty bucks riding on this.”

“You bet on the competition?!”

“You say this like it’s out of character.”

Jake takes a moment, finally relenting. “That’s... fair enough...”

I give the dragon a long, drawn out lick across the back of his neck, getting a soft grimace from the dragon. Giving him a soft pat on the back as I raise myself up a little, feeling my knot tug on the dragon’s ass. A small grunt escapes the lizard’s lips, keeping himself in place as I continue to tug against his anal grip. It takes a good minute before I seemingly make any progress, taking another couple before my cock pulls from Jake’s ass.

“Mmmph... fuck...” Jake half whimpers, a talon going to his backside, giving it a rub as I jump down from his back, landing next to the treadmill. Looking back up at the large lizard, I look over his ass, feeling a little bit of pride at how ruined his backside looks. The slightly gaping hole, the cum-glaze of his soft, plump rump. It almost makes me wanna delve back into it, but I’m not one for sloppy seconds, especially of my ‘own product’.

My gaze lowers to the dragon’s cock, finding it hard, straining, and covered in a thin, slimy liquid. I’m unsure if it’s sweat, or some soft of ‘slit juice’ Jake’s body makes. His length has to be a good foot and a half, and looks big enough for the dragon to take care of himself, if he’s into sampling his own cuisine. It’s overall pink, with a thick knot

“Talk about a dragon’s fruit...” I say jokingly.

Jake looks back at me with a glare, a small growl on his lips.

“Y-you know, because you’re prickly, and your cock’s pink and creamy?”

The dragon just glares at me, giving me a small; “Mmph!”

“Oh, come on. That was funny.” I move over to a weight bench, I give it a pat as I look back at the dragon. “C’mon big guy, next task.”

Jake grumbles softly as he follows me over, slowly moving himself onto the bench. His cock bobs and throbs in the air as he moves. Laying on his back, I attach a couple weights on either side of the bar, locking them in place before moving back above the dragon’s head, spotting him. He starts to push the weights up and down, slowly getting into a rhythm as his breath slowly returns to deep, long draws of air. As I watch the dragon push himself further and further, an idea crosses my mind, making me grin devilishly.

“Hey kid, close your mouth, breathing through your nose uh... helps with concentration.” I say, licking my lips.

Jake looks up at me, questioningly. But he does as I say, after a few moments. I slowly move my hips above the dragon’s head, taking a moment before taking my next step. I lower my balls down onto the dragons snout as he continues to lift the weights up and down, his breath deep and heavy against my fuzzy orbs.

“Keep that snout closed, kid. Gotta huff my balls if you wanna earn that orgasm...”

I watch the dragon’s cock throb more as he sniffs and huffs my balls, the way his draconic cock bobs and moves in the air. With every upwards push of the weight, his cock throbs and slaps against his soft skinned belly, a small spurt of pre-cum spurting against his stomach. Shifting my hips against the dragon’s snout, I make sure he gets the full range of my scent, biting my lips as I feel my own lust build up a little.

After a couple of minutes of letting him get a good taster of my balls and taint, I buck my hips forward, moving myself a little lower, Jake’s maw now rests nicely between my ass cheeks. I watch as Jake’s length somehow gets harder, slapping against his belly even harder. Moans and groans begin to rumble against my ass, the dragon’s body becoming shaky, signalling a soon approaching orgasm.

“Yeah, you like that, kid? Getting close? T-ten more reps, and you get to cum.” I tell the dragon, pressing my ass against his snout.

I count the reps as he continues to push the weights up, the dragon struggling on the last few reps. I try to encourage him through these last couple, making sure to grind my ass even harder against Jake’s snout. On the tenth, Jake’s cock strains as much as his entire body does, taking a few seconds before he finally achieves it. And the moment he does, his cock finally spurts a large wad of dragon cum up and across my chest and face, somehow missing his own entirely.

I don’t even get chance to respond as I’m coated with his slimy seed, just barely able to see the weight bar shaking him the dragon’s grip. Seconds turn to a minute or two, as Jake releases his load with a series of moans radiating from my backside. By the time it begins to subside, there’s a good sized pool of dragon seed at my feet, almost as much as there is still clinging to my fur.

With a small grunt, I wait until Jake places the bar back onto the weight bench, huffing out deeply as he tries to recover. His breath is ragged and primal as he rolls his head back. Moving myself back, I start to move towards the changing room, feeling somewhat gross as cum still drips from my fur.

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I watch as Fu Dog moves to the changing room, dribbling cum across the floor as he moves. Slowly getting up from the weight bench, I wipe away the sweat from my snout, grimacing at the scent that is clinging to my scales.

“How the hell did I enjoy this?” I ask myself, trying to shake off the scent of dog from my nose.

Moving up from the weight bench, I follow Fu Dog to the changing room. Entering the room, I’m hit by the stake scent of musk from years gone by, making me grimace softly. I try not to focus on that as I head over to the showers, hoping that one of them still has running water, although hot water might be too much of a stretch. I try the first two, which are bone dry, but third time’s the charm. I take off my shirt as the water begins to warm up. It’s far from hot, but at least I won’t freeze.

Entering the shower, I start to clean myself off while still in my dragon form, my talons running over my body. I make sure to take my time, running my claws over my muscles, appreciating how good they feel beneath my scales. Moving my snout below the shower head, I let the water run over my scales and back. Loving the way that the water cleans my sweat off of my form, I lose myself in the positive aura I build inside the cubicle.

And then, my ear twitches at the sound of running footsteps. The sound of Fu’s heavy breathing coming closer, before moving past and away from the showers. Turning the shower off, I heat myself up quickly using fire over my scales, drying myself off quickly. I move out from the shower and look around, not seeing anyone nearby.

“F-Fu Dog? You there?” I ask, taking a step or two out from the shower.

Once I do, a large shadow runs up towards me, grabbing onto my wrists before slamming me back against the wall of the shower. I huff out as I wince, feeling my back partially slam up against the water pipes, feeling the slight sting from the action. Opening my eyes, I finally manage to get a look at the creature now keeping me pinned. A large, muscular, black furred werewolf has his snout a few inches away from mine, his breath rolling over my scales as his teeth bared in a growl.

“Fucking Fu...” I snarl as I try to push back against the wolf, but getting nowhere, thanks to the workout I had just been through.

Before I can do anything else, the werewolf moves his maw forward, locking his lips against mine. I struggle as the canid French kisses me, his long, hot, wet, canine tongue slamming into my mouth, examining the inside of my snout with a primal sort of longing. Moving from the front of my snout back, I soon find his tongue against the back of my throat, almost activating my gag reflex. Feeling his tongue lap at the back of my gullet, I blush deeply as I’m turned on by the canid’s feral-like passion.

I feel myself slowly relent, my struggling subsiding as the werewolf presses his body up against mine. A few strained moans escape my maw as I start to kiss the wolf back, feeling a slight disgust in myself, in reacting like this to a random werewolf. My cheeks burn even more as I gulp down the canine’s saliva, tasting his core for a few moments.

After a minute or two, the wolf finally pulls himself away from me, huffing deeply as his gaze runs over my body. Pulling on my wrists, I’m tugged out of the shower cubicle, before being brought out into the main changing area. In a slight blur, I’m thrown onto a wooden bench in the centre or the room, my front slamming down onto the aged wood. Before I can even bring myself back up, the werewolf moves over me, pushing my front down. His paw moves to the back of my head, I struggle as the werewolf pushes my head down onto the bench, making me tremble a little. My hands go to the wooden struts, trying to push myself up, only making it an inch before the canid slams me down onto the wooden bench again.

“G-get off me!” I call out, feeling the werewolf’s body move over mine, keeping me down.

“Stay...” the werewolf states, his growling voice rumbling into my ear.

Baring my teeth slightly, I hate how my body responds to his voice, feeling my length throb between my legs once again. Struggling still against the wolf’s strength, feeling something grind up against the base of my tail, followed by something warm... and wet. With a small gulp, I realise what exactly is currently soaking into my scales. My voice catches in my throat as the werewolf uses his lower body to shift my tail to the side, just enough to angle his throbbing member underneath the base of my tail.

“Good puppy...” the werewolf growls as he grinds his canid cock against my hole.

“I-I’m not some dog, you damned-gah! Fuck!” I exclaim as I feel the canine slam his cock up into my hole, feeling his dick stretch me out. I’m still not used to the shape of canine cock, and especially one of this size and width. I tremble below the creature, feeling his muscles and weight press down on me. My hole clamps down on the werewolf’s cock, feeling it slide in and out of my ass slowly. “S-so big...”

“Grrr... talk too much...” The werewolf snarls into my ear, moving his hips a little faster.

Baring down on my ass, I can only groan as he thrusts in, grinds his knot against my hole, and then pulling out to the tip, before repeating this. His movements slowly quicken, taking a couple minutes before finally he builds up to a good speed. My cock moves back out of my slit, throbbing to full mast once again.

‘Fucking traitor...’ I think down to my dick, growling as the werewolf moves a paw to the top of my snout, pressing my maw against the bench.

The werewolf huffs and growls into my ear, making sure I feel his dominant aura as he slams his hips down over and over. My heart beats in my ears as I’m pressed into the bench. A tear forms in my eye as I feel the werewolf’s knot grinds up against my ass, stretching my hole slightly on every thrust forward. I barely manage to whimper out a moan as I’m filled more and more. Straining against the pressure baring down on me, I can feel my cock throb from the assault on my prostate, not needing a touch to draw ever closer to orgasm.

“D-don’t...” I barely say, feeling my breath deepen as the smell of the locker room changes somewhat.

The smell of wet dog and sweat fills my nostrils. It’s not unhygienic, but that doesn’t exactly make it pleasant. And yet... the haze inside my mind, the heat radiating down on me, makes me find the mixture of scents more enticing, despite the slight disgust this brings me. I part my lips, letting out yet another whimper, my eyes roll back in my skulls as pleasure builds further and further inside me.

My hole stretches further as the werewolf’s knot pushes into my body more and more with each thrust, my body quivering as I’m finally tied with the canid. While this would have signalled the end for most canines, the werewolf tugs his knot back out of my ass. This makes me yelp in pain, another tear or two falling down my cheeks as he begins to knot-fuck me, abusing my hole with the large bulb of flesh. The abuse of my prostate is furthered while I’m constantly thrusted into, flooding my body with pleasure.

My nostrils flare while I huff the musk now permeating the room, my upper legs squeezing together as I feel myself falling over the edge. I less orgasm, and more cream across the bench, my seed oozing out from my tip. I can only whimper as I cum, my cheeks blushing deeply as my balls are emptied, feeling shame at how... unceremoniously I finish.

But despite this, my ass squeezing and clamping down on the werewolf’s knot, which is halfway inside my ring, seems to push the canine over his own limit. Letting out a deep howl, the sound makes me grimace inside the small area, feeling some hot and wet begin to fill my bowels. I can only kneel underneath the canid as he cums into my hole, feeling his knot slip into my hole, locking his cock with my ass. Most of his seed stays inside of my ass, making me tremble as a couple trickles of cum roll down my ass cheeks, and then the inside of my thighs.

His paw moves from my snout, finally letting me open my maw. I can only whimper again, feeling my insides slosh and gurgle as more wolf cum is poured into me. This isn’t what I’m made for, and yet... why do I long for even more of this,

“A-so good... f-full...” I say as a half whisper, my insides radiating heat more and more, making me squirm underneath the werewolf. “M-my insides are s-so... hot...”

Feeling the canid still above me, I can only wait as he ‘breeds’ me, his large cock stiff inside me. He shifts himself up a little, letting me have a bit more space to manoeuvre. I move myself into a slightly more comfortable position, feeling his length throb and shift inside the slimy mess of my insides. Seconds turn into minutes, the only real movement between the two of us, being the werewolf standing back up straight, his paw moving to my ass, groping me tightly.

Taking a few moments, he pushes my ass down, tugging his hips away from my hole. After a few moments, the werewolf finally pulls out of my ass, a large amount of cum gushing out from my hole, now that his cock is no longer plugging my backside. I yelp in pain once again, feeling as empty as I feel pained, my hole gaping slightly from the lack of cock inside it. Taking a moment, the canid looks over my body, seemingly admiring his handy work. Walking around and up to my head, he turns me over onto my back, my head rolling for a moment, before I barely manage to aim my snout upwards. Looking up at the canid, I can only gulp as he aims his ass above my snout, before slamming it down, sitting down on my nose and lips.

The scent of wet dog and sweat fills my nose, making me tremble as my talons move up to the canine’s ass cheeks shakily. I try to move him off of me, but I’m far from being strong enough to so, feeling my mind grow numb as I can taste his musk in the back of my throat. And while I’m glad it’s far from unhygienic, I still half gag as the werewolf grinds his ass across the tip of my snout. My nostrils move across his hole, his taint, and even his ball sack. The werewolf makes sure his sweat is soaked into my scales, my very core. With every grind of the canine’s ass, I realise more and more that my night is far from over, and that the canid has way more plans for me.