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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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When Jack “The Shining” Torrens moved cities due to an unplanned and forced career change after the pandemic, the young zebra was not aware of just how much his life would truly change. Though he had always been a bit of a night owl, the late shifts were starting to screw up his sleep schedule and he needed to find a way to unwind and burn off his excess energy after work, so he could at least try have some sort of proper rest between his shifts. Being that he was night security for a large company, he decided joining a twenty-four-hour gym was the answer. It would help him stay in shape, while also letting him burn off any excess energy he might have had after his shift was done. Not that he was in bad shape to begin with, he did already have broad shoulders, a muscular chest and strong arms. But admittedly, with nothing much else to occupy his time in the late hours, he had taken up snacking and it was starting to show around his middle. Jack didn’t like the idea of fitting into the dadbod category before he even hit thirty, so it would serve as good motivation to hit the gym.

It didn’t take long to find a suitable establishment as there was a small, out of the way gym a little over a block away from where he worked. It was a simple and unassuming looking place, which was housed in a red square building with very few windows. Indeed, it was so unassuming that Jack was not even aware it was even a gym, despite walking past it to and from his job every night for the past month. It wasn’t until he started asking around that he was pointed in the direction of the “Platinum Perfect” gym. Their admission scheme was rather simple as well, there were no contracts other than a small slip of paper that looked more like an NDA than a membership contract. It discouraged members from discussing anything that occurred within the gyms building walls and while inside, they were to be on their best behaviour. This simply meant treating one another with respect and adhering to other people’s preferences of no contact if they so wished. It was also plainly stated that there would be no recording allowed inside, if someone was caught doing so, appropriate steps would be taken by the staff. Jack was somewhat relieved by this last point; he had seen his fair share of the modern gym influencers taking unprovoked videos of other gym members and using them for clout.

Despite the strange membership contract however, the staff and even the other patrons seemed very friendly. Jack was given a cursory tour around the facilities and introduced to a few regulars while Stacy, a fit young curiously coloured pink and blue cheetah girl showed him around. The more they interacted with one another and other members, the young zebra started to get a very close knit, almost family vibe from the place, which was rather comforting and inviting. It felt like the kind of place he would like to spend time in after work, even without working up a sweat he was already feeling more relaxed than usual just from the friendly atmosphere alone.

After a few days during his day shifts on duty, the young zebra stallion had already begun to make a few friends, which made his visits that much more enjoyable as he was greeted by name when he entered. At first Jack assumed a few of the regulars were putting him on when they warned him about Barbara, another of the gym’s long-time and founding members. When he did eventually meet her one early morning after a particularly arduous first shift back on graveyard, he just assumed the other guys were simply intimidated by the large silver furred lioness’s physique, because quite honestly, she was exceptionally impressive.

Barbara was what the internet would term a “Muscle Mommy” with how well defined she was, hell, even Jack had to look up at her and he wasn’t short by any means. With the skintight clothing the feline wore, her six-pack was easily visible, but somehow, she still managed to remain enticingly curvy despite her obvious physical prowess. She looked like she could bench press a bus, let alone Jack if she wanted to. At times Jack thought to himself he wouldn’t mind it if she did actually bench press him, her silver coat glistened under the bright fluorescent lights of the gym, as if she were a finely polished statue. Along with her long snow-white hair done up in what looked like a Viking braid, mostly thanks to the shaved sides of her scalp, which she stuck through the loop of her MILF (Majorly Intense Lifting Freak) cap, she was hard not to notice. Every time she did squats or lunges, Jack couldn’t help but stare at the magnificently sculpted globes of her behind. There was no mistaking she knew what she was doing, the way she moved through each rep and set was like poetry in motion thanks to her natural feline grace, now coupled with a well-toned and strong physique.

Jack knew why he was always at the gym around the witching hour, but as he had never quite been able to muster the courage to approach Barbara, he didn’t know why she was here at that time also. Often it was just the two of them working out in silence while the lone employee slept in their managers office until needed or their shift ended. As always, Jack tried his hardest not to stare at the lioness while she worked out, but he just couldn’t help it. Today she wore light grey Lycra, which nearly matched her fur colour and with a quick glance, she looked as if she were working out in the nude. Jack was trying his hardest not to pop a tent as he worked with a modest weight on the bench press, he wasn’t trying to set a personal record or try impress anyone, but it was enough to work up a good sweat at least. With his head laid back, he could sneak quick glances into the mirror behind him and watch what the lioness was doing. The way she was leaning over while doing a perfect dumbbell row though, it did afford him a good view down her top into the valley of her cleavage as well.

“Oh shit!” the zebra thought to himself when his eyes suddenly met Barbara’s in the mirror; she had caught him staring. At first, he thought she was about to glare at him and chastise him, but all the lioness did was smirk. Jack quickly closed his eyes and tried to picture something else, anything else, just to get that image of her heaving cleavage out of his mind’s eye.

“Is that all?” He heard her say from a surprisingly close distance. There was no anger or even annoyance in her tone as he had expected, instead, she sounded almost playful.

“What?” Jack asked with surprise and opened his eyes to find himself staring upside down at a grinning lioness standing above him. God, from this angle he had to look right past her enticing camel toe to make eye contact. What was worse was the fact he could smell her, not just her sweat and perspiration either, there was a definite note of something more clinging to her damp fur which was igniting his primal instincts.

“A young strong lad like you should easily be able to bench double that, surely?” Barbara said down to him; surprisingly with a slight English accent he hadn’t caught before. An accent which almost made him think of Lara Croft from that Tomb Raider series.

“I don’t have a spotter and didn’t want to risk it” Jack replied honestly, finding it hard to maintain eye contact suddenly.

“Well, I’m here now, let’s see what you’ve got” Barbara replied with an almost teasing note as she easily lifted the bar from his hands and racked it. Jack lay back and watched as the lioness almost doubled the weight he had been working with; while it wasn’t out of his capability to bench, it was reaching the upper end of what he could comfortably do, though that was being generous considering he hadn’t actually pushed himself in quite a while. “There, give that a go” she ordered, somehow managing to sound stern yet enticing at the same time, sounding like the worlds sexiest drill sergeant perhaps.

Jack grit his teeth as he gripped the bar again and unracked the weights, this time lowering it slowly down until the bar just barely brushed against his chest, before pushing back up. Worryingly, it took far more strength and energy than he was counting on, while it wasn’t impossible for him to lift, Jack knew his arms and chest would hate him in the morning. It was a good weight though; he could already feel the warmth starting to seep into his muscles as he gave them the first proper workout they’d had in a while.

“Good boy, again” Barbara cheered on, stepping closer to his head and crouching low over his snout, with both her hands ready to grab the bar as soon as she saw any sign of the young man beginning to falter. One hand over and one hand under, the perfect technique to make sure she had a good stable grip on the weights in case of an emergency.

Jack almost froze, with his long snout and how she was positioned, he got a heady hit of her scent. It was like being punched in the nose with the most delectable scent in the world. Like lighting coursing through his body, he felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him, along with something else. When he looked back and up a little, Jack became intimately aware of the fact that Barbara apparently didn’t wear underwear with her tights. Above his snout, a mere couple of inches away and nicely framed by the damp, thin material, was a nice snug looking little cunt. It looked even better than he had fantasized about, nestled between two thick and toned feline thighs.

“Looks like you can handle this just fine on your own” Barbara said down to him, just as she stepped away from his head and briefly out of his view for a few moments. When she did return to his field of vision, the lioness was now the right way up and grinning broadly down at him. “Keep going, stud” she purred while leaning forward, now standing over him on the bench. With her height and how she was leaning down to smile at him, Jack couldn’t help but get an even better view of her firm tits filling out her top, like two juicy ripe melons wrapped in spandex. That was enough to retain his attention, until he felt a hand slip down into the gap of the waistband of his shorts. He hadn’t been aware of it, but her scent had caused him to pop some serious wood. Apparently, she had gotten to watch his stiffness grow enough to cause the waistband of his shorts to stretch a little and even flash her a little cockmeat in the process. Now she had said cockmeat in her firm grip and was slowly stroking at his member while she encouraged him to keep working the bench press. “Better concentrate, or else you might hurt yourself” the silver furred feline purred at the young zebra, who was now struggling to keep the bar off his chest.

Jack was immobilized for a long moment, what with the weight baring down on him while he felt his shorts being tugged down enough to let his stiffness spring free and into the open air. If it wasn’t for the fact they were basically alone in the gym, he might have felt a greater sense of panic. Instead, all he could do was groan when Barbara grasped his shaft by the base before she began to slowly and luxuriously lick at his throbbing flesh, as if it were the most delicious ice cream cone she had ever had in her entire life. He could feel her lips and tongue ever so slightly vibrating against his flesh as she continued to purr while enjoying her treat. She knew what she was doing too, as she used her rough textured tongue to tease around the rim of his flare and had him snorting with lustful need in short order. His hips wanted to buck up against her muzzle, but he couldn’t, every time he barely lifted his rump from his seat, the weight of the bar would press down harder against his chest and the knurling agitated his skin through his clothing like coarse sandpaper. It was all he could do to stop the bar from pressing down into his chest and making it harder to breath too, especially when the lioness sunk her hot little mouth down onto his cock without warning.

His eyes closed as he tried to block out the sight of the gorgeous older woman sucking him off in the middle of the gym, he even attempted to block out the pleasurable sensations of her muzzle working his achingly hard flesh with obvious skill. With his arms, chest and shoulder muscles screaming in protest, Jack forced the heavy weight to steadily rise upward. This must have been how Sisyphus felt pushing that damned rock up the hill for eternity, it felt like his torment would never end with how long it took for him to finally get the bar high enough to rack it. But he did eventually manage it, though his upper body felt like he had gone ten rounds with Mike Byson. He had never felt so tired or so sore, his arms trembled and felt incredibly weak too for the moment.

This must have been Barbara’s plan all along; to tire him out or at least sap his strength so he couldn’t resist her. Not that he would have, even if he could’ve. Her warm inviting maw eventually left his member with a lewd wet slurp, before she licked her lips as if having just enjoyed her favourite meal. Her tight-fitting top was promptly lifted up and off, before being dropped carelessly onto the floor beside her. The way she was looking down at Jack however, it was evident she was tempting and even inviting him to touch her chest. Not that he didn’t try, because he sure as fuck did, just his arms refused to obey and at most all he could do was weakly wiggle them beside himself on the bench. When Barbara saw she had him right where she wanted him, the silver furred lioness finally stood up and removed her snug fitting and stretchy pants as well, leaving the impressively defined silver furred lioness standing fully in the nude before and above him.

Jack couldn’t help but grin at the small V of white pubic fur just above her tight looking slit, something he couldn’t help but stare at when she mounted him proper. “Oh God!” he blurted out uncontrolled, when Barbara guided his flared tip to her womanhood and ground him between her slick folds playfully, letting him feel her scintillating and inviting heat beckoning him in deeper. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to be denied either; soon the lioness had him lined up just right and sunk down onto Jack’s raging stiffness with practiced ease. She was even more tight and hotter than he had expected, somehow. He knew all too well the side-effects of women using steroids, but with how hot and slick she was, it was obvious everything about her was natural and hard earned. Now that he was getting an up close and unobstructed view of her chest as well, there was no sign that Barbara’s magnificent mounds were anything but the natural work and production of the divine. They were a little more than a handful for Jack’s big hands, but they were still very perky and firm. Two perfect mounds capped with dark grey fleshy points, points which he now saw were both pierced with silver barbell piercings.

“Mmf, that hits the spot…nice chunky dick you got there, pony” she breathed hotly down to him while she stirred and ground her hips down against his lap. Hearing Barbara describe his dick as “chunky” brought a blush to Jack’s cheeks, he knew he wasn’t as long as most of his species, but he was blessed in the girth department. His ex had really enjoyed that, even though she was just a little slip of a coyote, she loved taking him balls deep and could never hold back her howls of pleasure when he bred her good and hard. Though she was usually sore after for a day or two, but it didn’t look like the lioness had any problem handling him that way. Jack watched almost mesmerized as she began to rise and fall in his lap, slowly picking up the pace as she started to ride him. Still his arms refused to budge, the way her breasts were starting to shift and jiggle with her motions was just too damned enticing. He wanted to grope the shit out of her breasts, but it felt as if his arms were restrained and unable to move.

Jack could do nothing but lay there on the bench as Barbara used him like a sex toy, not that he minded in the slightest. He got to watch her perfect tits bounce and sway as her enthusiasm grew and her pace quickened while she bounced in his lap. Not to mention the wonderfully tight and cloying warmth wrapped about his cock, he’d heard stories from his friends about the mystical Kegel muscles and how some women were able to flex them. But until now, the young stallion had just thought that was typical guy bullshit, Barbara was definitely teaching him a few new tricks, that was for sure. Even when she slowed down briefly to just grind herself down on his cock, Jack could feel her inner muscles flex and squeeze tighter around him, completely changing how the lioness felt around him. He only hoped he could outlast her, at least just until her first climax. It had been a while since he last got laid, already he could feel that telling tingle starting to grow just behind the root of his ball sack. It was as if his goddamn prostate was trying to pull a Goku and was collecting energy to deliver a spirit bomb right into Barbara’s guts with how intense his climax felt like it was going to be.

Thankfully Barbara cracked first, her silver claws dug into Jack’s chest through his shirt as she trembled and snarled into the crook of his neck. She smelled intense, a mixture of whatever perfume she had been wearing, now mixed with her own perspiration and a little chalk from when she had been doing deadlifts earlier. It all just joined in and added on to the pleasure down below, how Jack’s cock now felt like he was fucking a pressure cooker with how extra tight and hot the silver furred lioness became during her climax. He never thought he’d see her flinch or tremble, she just seemed too powerful to do such a thing, but Barbara was trembling and groaning deeply for him as her pleasure overtook her.

“Fuck it…” Jack thought to himself, his weights were racked now and she was still mid-climax, so what did he have to lose? His hips started to buck up into the lioness, albeit rather awkwardly as he couldn’t yet wrap his arms around her. But it was enough to drive that little bit extra of girthy herbivore cock up into the predator gorging herself on his flesh. With an almost feral need to breed, Jack hammered himself as deep and as hard as he could into Barbara, he didn’t doubt she could take him for a second either. The way she started yowling like a domesticated feline soon after was a good indicator that she was loving it almost as much as he was at least.

With his hips and abdominal muscles starting to fatigue rather rapidly, Jack felt his heavy balls finally tuck up against his groin. Not long after, Barbara was treated to her first shot of thick, ropey equine seed. It may have been longer than he thought since he last blew his load inside someone, Jack wondered as he started feeling lightheaded and nearly blacked out for a moment or two. He must not have been the only one that blacked out either apparently, as the next thing he knew, Jack heard an annoyed sigh from someone standing nearby.

“Goddammit Barb, I’m not cleaning that up!” the staff member grumbled before stomping off back to the managers office.

“Guess I better go get a mop and bucket then…” the lioness sighed and rolled her eyes at the retreating staff member with a grin. Slowly she climbed up and off of Jack, shuddering as his softening length pulled free of her with a rather lewd wet sound, followed by a trickle of his white seed down her toned inner thighs.

Jack couldn’t help but grin up at Barbara, admiring her strong form as she stood beside the bench and stretched, as if she had just had the best workout ever. She was a work of art, the way her muscles flexed and shifted beneath her silky soft silver coat, she was every bit as graceful as a feline should be, but she was also powerful, of that there was no doubt.

“Mmf, you ruined my pussy” Barbara purred as she looked down at her nethers, where she used the fingers of her left hand to gently pry her messy folds apart and let the young studs seed drip from between her thighs to the floor below. If she hadn’t really needed a mop and bucket before, she would now thanks to all the white mess she was dripping on the gym floor.

“Really? How about next time I ruin this instead?” Jack grinned as he reached out to grasp and grope at the feline’s shapely buttocks. The zebra stallion dug his thumbs into the valley of her firm backside to gently pry her toned cheeks apart and expose her little pink tail hole, which he lightly rubbed at with the tip of his right thumb. Barbara had the most perfectly sculpted backside he had ever seen, so of course he was more than a little tempted to plunder it.

“Heh, dream on pony. You only get to fuck that when you can bench more than me” she turned a little to say with a grin back at him. Without warning, the lioness bent down and scooped Jack up off of the bench and tossed him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey, what the hell?” he huffed in surprise as he was so easily lifted and carried by the lioness. Her hand about his waist was also groping at his backside rather firmly as she held him in place while carrying him back towards the showers.

“I’m not done with you yet, pony” she offered with a firm pat on his backside. “We’re going to have a nice relaxing shower, where you’re going to eat me out and if you don’t do it properly, I’ll squash your head between my thighs…got it?”

“Yes ma’am…” Jack huffed and blushed, Barbara was every bit of those memes he saw about muscle mommies. If he was going to die tonight, meeting his end between her thighs would be one hell of a way to go.