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Jewels was having a hard time.

Granted, he didn't go to a gym to have an easy time. That wasn't the point. His roommate had heard him whine about his lanky build one too many times, and she finally kicke- gently convinced him to go to a gym, like he promised to for the past year.

Which he was thankful for, really. He needed someone to kick him into gear sometimes. Which is why he was also very thankful for the kind lioness who saw him, a lanky little hooded crow wandering aimlessly in the gym, and offered to be his guide and spotting-partner for the day.

That was the problem: the lioness, Robin.

She was massive for one thing, absolutely towering over him and everyone else in the gym. She was ridiculously buff for another, and while he wasn't ashamed of his short height or for not having much muscle yet, it was hard to ignore that she had more muscle mass in a single biceps than he had in his whole body. Hell, they were bigger than his head.

And what made it so much worse was that she was so nice. Just a soft smile on her face the whole time, nothing but kind and encouraging words whenever he was struggling, congratulating him on the smallest victories. She was so approachable he actually managed to do small talk with her, which was not something he ever did with people he just met.

But, yes, it did make things much harder. It made it harder to give up, or to say no when she told him, "C'mon, I know you can do one more rep, I believe in you!" but it also made something else a lot harder, and hiding that was a struggle. Even as he lifted the barbell for one last rep, he was worried she'd glance at his crotch and see the obvious bulge there.

Thankfully, she did not. She was a very gentlemanly lady who only ever looked him in the eyes, save when she needed to check his posture. He sat up and went straight for his water bottle, emptying half of it as she gently patted his back and congratulated him again. It was pretty amazing how gentle she could be with that bulk.

"See? Told you you could do it, buddy! You'll manage to do twice as much in no time," she grinned, and despite his exhaustion he found himself grinning back. She had a very infectious smile.

"Maybe.. But not any time soon, my arms are jelly," he chuckled, getting up with a grunt.

"Of course, gotta pace yourself. But now it's my turn!" the lioness said happily, excitedly adding more weight to the bar. And then more. And then even more.

"Um," Jewels said timidly. "I'm… not sure I'll be any use spotting you, there's no way I'd be able to lift that."

"Oh don't worry, I'm only setting up about half as much as I usually go for," she reassures him. "Even if I mess up, I'll manage on my own, or you could call for someone. But thanks for worrying, you're a gem!"

"Well, they do call me Jewels," the crow said weakly, looking at a barbell holding what was three times his weight. Which Robin proceeded to lift with ease, making a grunt that made his knees weak.

Jewels' actual name was Julian, which he hated, though not for any specific reason. So he started telling his friends to call him Jules, until one of them said that "Jewels" sounded cooler. Granted they had been in highschool at the time, but he still stuck with it even now. And thinking of those times…

No, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself, he couldn't look away. Couldn't stop his eyes from roaming the vast expanses of golden-furred muscles as they worked. Every time the massive weights went up, her muscles bulged to a size he didn't think possible, and more sweat gathered all over her smooth fur, running between the valleys of her incredibly defined muscles like rivers before falling to the ground. The smell was… overpowering. Her musk was so strong and intense, forget standing nearby one lioness, he felt like he was stuck in an elevator with a whole team of them. And it smelled so good. It tickled some primal part of his brain, one that told him to get down between those tree-trunk thighs and let her crush his skull and-

"Done!" she breathed, snapping him out of his daydreaming. She put the barbell back and sat up, wiping the sweat off her brow before looking for something. Realizing what it was, he took her bottle off the floor and handed it to her, and she smiled at him gratefully when she took it.

It really put their sizes in perspective to stand near her, watching transfixed as her throat worked to drink down her shake, partially hidden by her generous black mane. Even sitting down, she was taller than he was standing next to her - in fact he was pretty sure she was exactly twice as tall as him when standing. And about ten times as thick and heavy with pure muscle. And also far, far sweatier.

Thinking about that, and before he could be tempted to ask to be her towel himself, he fetched her towel off a nearby bench and handed it to her once she was done drinking. She looked surprised for a moment, and then she beamed at him so brightly he felt his heart skip a beat. "Aww, aren't you thoughtful, you really are a gem!" she cooed, setting his heart fluttering before she took the towel with one hand, then wrapped her other arm around the back of his neck and did the worst thing possible.

She pulled him towards her for a quick hug and kissed the top of his head. And his face ended up right in her armpit.

He couldn't help it. He took a deep breath, breathing in that burning-hot air, full of so much musk he could taste it, and he shuddered as he nearly came on the spot. By some miracle, he managed to bite down on a moan, but the rest of his body went limp. All but one part of his body.

Before he could get completely drunk off her smell and start licking without thinking, she gently pulled him off, and it took a few breaths of fresh air for him to even realize she did. He jumped and met her worried gaze. "Sorry, you okay?" she told him, nothing but concern in her voice. "You're breathing kinda hard."

"Uh. I-I'm fine, I uh, I- I remembered!" he burst out, his mind blind with panic, "I need to call a friend, tell her… how it's going, and all that, um, I'm just gonna go… somewhere private, for my call, y'know."

In a rush, he left his bottle and towel behind and just ran away, hoping he could go before she noticed the embarrassingly wet spot in his pants, or the equally embarrassing erection responsible for it. He hurried past some other gym-goers, very naturally twisting around to try and hide his crotch from any of them, and after a lot of weaving and running down hallways, he finally found a door to an empty room.

A locker room, but from the looks of it, completely unused. It did seem oddly far from the entrance. Well, perfect for him right now. He closed the door and leaned against it before finally emptying his lungs, his legs shaking and barely keeping him up. Now he could try and calm down a bit. Breathe in and out, and…

He needed to talk about this. Plus, he did say he was going to make a call, and he hated lying so… he grabbed his phone and called his roommate, Seira, hoping the lazy snake wouldn't be napping again.

"If it isn't our bodybuilder!" Seira said as she answered. "So, how's it going, haven't died yet?"

"At this rate, I might," Jewels answered, only half-joking.

"Really? What happened?"

The flustered crow paced around the room and tried to organize his thoughts, but it was impossible. So instead he said, in a mad jumble, "There's this super cool and massive and pretty and hot lioness lady and she's really nice but also way too hot and she's been helping me out but also it's so hard to stay calm near her and she just- well I mean I kinda got a big sniff of her and she smelled so good I almost went crazy and …" followed by some distraught bird moaning noises.

Naturally, as expected of his friend, she started laughing like crazy. Not in a hurtful way, however. They were close enough that they freely talked about their kinks and fantasies to one another, but that didn't stop them from a friendly bit of teasing and banter. Eventually she finally managed to say, out of breath, "I- I guess you're having a very hard time. Snrk."

"Oh shush, you wouldn't be any better."

"True, true. Anyway how hot are we talking, like how bad are you daydreaming of kissing her under the moonlight?" the snake asked teasingly.

"Kissing? I'm daydreaming of her grabbing me by the throat, slamming me against a wall and shoving her tongue down my throat before using me as her sweat rag," he freely admitted.

"Ooh, hot," Seria said.

"That can be arranged," Robin said behind him.

Jewels yelped and jumped so suddenly his phone flew up and out of his hands. He tried to catch it midair, but each attempt failed and only threw it back up in the air. He danced and grabbed at the air in a panic, until the phone finally landed in a meaty lion paw, and he froze right in front of her.

"Sorry to cut this short, he'll be back in a moment," she said into the phone before hanging up and dropping it on a nearby bench, along with the towel and bottle he left behind. Jewels' eyes only followed the phone for an instant before going back up to Robin's face, though he couldn't help but occasionally glance at the rest of her. The lioness was just so massive, utterly filling the room, especially with no one else in it. Her chest rose and lowered quickly, and she was absolutely dripping with sweat. He swallowed, very loudly, as she put a hand on his chest - a hand big enough to dwarf it.

"Um," he squeaked, legs shaking as he looked into the eyes of a true predator, licking her lips and growling softly.

"How serious were you just now?" she asked.

Many things went through Jewels' mind, then. It felt like about a hundred thoughts at once, one of which being touched that she offered him a way out, another that she must totally be able to see his boner in this situation, yet another wondering what Seria would say next time they'd talk… but in the end the only thing that got out of his panicked mouth was, "Very."

In the blink of an eye, the hand on his chest wrapped around his throat, and his talons were soon hanging in the air as she lifted him up high, face-to-face with her. His hands instinctively went to grab her arm, and he was shocked at how it felt. Huge, obviously, and hard, and wet… but more importantly, stable. There wasn't a hint of a shake as she held him up with one arm, it was like being held up by an iron statue. He also idly noticed that she adjusted her grip to avoid choking him too hard, which was nice of her, though honestly at this point she could have squeezed as hard as she wanted and he'd have thanked her.

She looked at him, savoring the way he gasped and rubbed her arm in subconscious adoration, before she finally walked up to a wall and pushed him against it, resting her other hand against it above him. Then, with his back firmly against the smooth wall, she took another big step and squeezed her body against his. It was like someone dropped a mattress on him, firmly pressing against every part of his body, to the point she didn't even need to hold him up by the throat anymore for him to stay up in the air. His head was squeezed in between her breasts, forced to look up; his torso and arms were crushed by her abs; and his entire legs were squashed by only her thighs. She could have let go of his neck, and he'd have stayed up like that - though he was glad she didn't.

If anything, she squeezed harder.

And again, she was drenched in sweat. He could feel that sweat covering him, seeping into his clothes, covering his feathers, pooling around his head in the dish formed by her breasts and his body - until he felt like he was in a sauna, one that smelled intoxicatingly sweet and sour and intensely arousing. There was no way she couldn't feel his erection, not when her abs were pressing against it so hard.

"So, what was next again?" she grinned, loosening her grip on his neck just enough to let him catch a breath. And when Jewels opened his mouth to speak - or beg really - she just took the chance to kiss him, shoving her thick tongue past his beak and down his throat. He had sucked a dick or two before, but somehow her tongue alone felt bigger than any of them, and it went deep. And as he felt it make a bulge in his throat, she squeezed his throat again, harder than before, hard enough to make him light-headed… and cum on the spot.

He gave a violent shudder as he came harder from her kissing him than he ever had from actual sex. There was no way she couldn't tell what was happening, not when she could feel his length throbbing and erupting against her abs - but she kept going without stopping, her tongue writhing in his throat while she eased up on the choking just enough to let him breathe through his orgasm.

After what felt like an hour of cumming his brains out, she finally stopped. She squeezed hard again, and slowly pulled her tongue out, really making him feel every inch of her massive tongue as she pulled it out of him… then, she gave him one big lick from chin to forehead which nearly covered his entire face in one go.

"So, enjoy yourself?" Robin chuckled, looking down at the wet, wheezing, blushing bird.

"I think I'm in love with you," he said without thinking.

That finally got her off her rhythm, though her surprised look swiftly turned to fondness. "Aw, you gem. Let's see if you can still say that when I'm done with you, mmh~?"

He couldn't wait to try.

"For starters, what was it again…?" she hummed playfully, before grinning at him. "Oh right, a sweat towel, right?"

She took a step back, with one meaty paw holding his torso and the other grabbing the back of his head. He gulped as she manhandled him, casually taking off his clothes with shocking ease, and ripping off her own. He blushed like a teenager at the sight of her bare chest, no thoughts to spare for his own nudity, before she pressed his face against her, right between her breasts. They were more muscle than soft flesh, but they still had plenty of give as she pressed his face against them, and he obediently rolled out the red carpet for her. Running his tongue firmly against her, feeling the salty liquid drench his tongue and fill his mouth in moments, he felt an electric tingle run all the way up his spine. As he swallowed, he felt like that was what liquid sex would taste like.

He thirstily kept licking; following the curves of her breasts, bending his head to dig below, sucking on her nipples, all the while rubbing and caressing her rock-hard abs. Every hiss of pleasure she let out was like another shot of pure dopamine in his brain, and he thought he couldn't be happier.

Until she firmly but gently yanked his head away from her breasts, and pushed it right into her armpit. Her massive, buff, utterly drenched armpit, so hot it felt like the air was bending in front of his eyes. "Don't think I didn't notice earlier," she said breathlessly, an excited growl in the back of her throat. "Getting hard just from- Ah!"

He couldn't wait for a second. He buried his face in her pit, rubbing his face open-mouthed into the perfect receptacle for his beak. It was so sweaty, it was like dunking his head in a warm bath. He didn't bother holding back anymore, and started moaning shamelessly into her fur. He licked, sucked, swallowed and moaned loudly enough to make a whore blush. Robin gasped and moaned too, shocked - but not displeased - by his enthusiasm. It was certainly nice to have someone enjoy your body this much. Scratch that, it was pure sexual pleasure, even without touching herself. To have someone worship your body with such obvious and horny eagerness, feeling his cock throb against her fur just from drinking her sweat, how desperately he tried to bury his face deeper… It wouldn't do not to reward him.

With a firm grip on the back of his head with her other hand, she simply lowered the arm whose pit he was eating, squeezing his head between torso and biceps. His moans grew louder, yet more muffled as his entire head got encased in muscle. His body jerked reflexively from the pure enjoyment, feeling the firm pressure of her armpit and arm muscles almost crushing the sides of his skull, while her massive hand pressed against the back of it. Truly buried entirely in sweaty lioness, free to lick and drink as much as he pleased.

With the lack of air, he idly wondered if he was dreaming. He vaguely hard the lioness mutter, "Fuck, that's it you gorgeous little thing, get in there, fuck," but he couldn't worship any harder. He just licked, licked and licked again, digging as deep into her fur as he could each time, breathing her musk deep as though he was dying and that was the last breath he would take, simply losing himself in that slice of heaven.

When she finally pulled him off, it took him a moment to realize he could breathe normal air, and another to actually pull his tongue back in his beak. The lioness gently set him down on his feet, but he was still so out of it and his legs still wobbly, leading to him slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, back leaning against the wall as they both laughed and caught their breaths.

The crow looked up at the big lioness leaning over him, looking even more gigantic from the floor. Sweat still dripped from her, quite literally raining down on him. "God damn, Jewels, I'm already about to cum and my pussy's still untouched," she panted, reaching down to rub her fingers against her slit, only to pull them back dripping with slimy juices. As the strand broke some of it fell on his face, and he gasped from the heat and smell of it. "Guess I can't make fun of you for cumming from a kiss, eh?"

"I mean I- I'm already about to cum too," he panted back even harder, glancing down at his raging, throbbing erection. A gentle breeze would have set him off.

"Mhm, and I'm not wasting a second load on my fur. Wanna cum inside, together?" He nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, making her giggle. "Good. You've been such a good sport, so how would you like me, mmh?"

"Um. Riding me?"

"Ooh, there's a brave birdie," Robin grinned, making him wonder if it was wise. To his confusion, she walked away, rifling around the room before coming back with several towels - wherever those were - that she hurriedly layed down on the floor. "Don't want to make too much of a mess. Now c'mere."

She lifted him with her usual ease, not even straining as she moved him from the wall and onto the towels. Lying him down on his back, while she stood on all fours above him, still dripping perspiration onto him from above. She reached down with one hand to grab his cock, and it was only thanks to having had a short breather that he didn't blow on the spot. He did, however, moan rather cutely.

"Aren't I a little… uh, small? For you I mean," he couldn't help but ask. His member wasn't really small, not for someone his height, but well. She was far, far bigger than he was, so there was reason enough to worry he wouldn't be enough.

"Mh? Aw, that's sweet, but you're fine," the lioness reassured him, as she knelt and lowered her crotch towards him. He swallowed hard as he felt drops of feminine excitement dripping on his shaft instead of sweat, so much warmer somehow, and watched as her sex slowly approached his tip. He could feel heat billowing out of her, and when his tip rubbed against her lower lips, it felt so hot he squeaked. "Cutie. Just look."

With a firm grip on him, she lowered herself further, and he finally entered her. He gasped when he felt just how hot and surprisingly tight she was inside. She kept going down as he moaned, slowly and carefully engulfing every inch, until their crotches touched. And then she clenched, and he squealed when it felt almost crushingly tight. It was like a vice - warm, soft and wet as it might have been - and he was pretty sure he couldn't pull out even if he tried with all his strength. Hell, if she moved her hips up, she would probably lift him up too.

She let out a long, low growl that turned into a satisfied moan at the end. "Theeere we go. See? Just right. In fact, you're exactly the size of my favorite dildo!" she tells him cheerfully, which admittedly did fantastic things to his confidence. Though her expression turned to a frown. "Hey uh… I know it's a bit weird, but mind if I kinda just… leave it in and don't move much? I prefer grinding on it over plunging it in and out and all that…"

"Oh, I mean, of course!" He wasn't that experienced, but he knew everyone liked sex in their own way. "Sounds fun anyway. Though… could I ask a favor too, then?"

"Yeah, 'course. What is it?"

"Can you, um, lie down on top of me?" the crow asked with a blush. "Like, putting your full weight over my entire body."

"Sweetie, you'd die," the half-ton lioness pointed out with a smirk. "But I can try."

She couldn't deny it was appealing to her too. As she shuffled on the spot to get her legs and arms nice and stable, she started lowering her lower half, and both of them felt the same. Like watching a hydraulic press slowly but inexorably travel downwards, knowing full well what will happen if it goes all the way, they both felt the oddest kind of erotic thrill. He took a deep breath before her chest made contact with his face, while he wrapped his arms around her sides. The pressure increased, slowly but surely. Crushing him between the hard floor below, with a few towels for cushioning, and the incredibly hard bulk of her body above.

She found it rather satisfying. Feeling his breath quicken against her chest, his heart hammering against her own, feeling all of him beneath her, as she utterly dominated him with nothing but her weight… And the way he throbbed because of it. The moans he let out. The way he clearly, utterly loved every part of it. It was almost intoxicating, and she felt herself almost reach her climax, just almost…

When her hands suddenly slipped on her sweat, and she fell forward, actually putting her entire weight on him. The tiny bird felt his bones creak as the world went black for a moment, and he felt he got a real glimpse of heaven. Instinctively, he thrust his hips forward and managed to slide deeper inside before he erupted, and just as instinctively, she slammed her hips down.

The ground shook from the force and weight of it, and it was nothing short of a miracle that Jewels didn't feel any bones break - though it did sting, deliciously so. He practically felt his soul exiting his body through his dick as he had the biggest orgasm of his life, and she joined him before her brain could catch up and start worrying. Resting her head on the floor, her heaving chest on his upper body, and actively pressing her crotch hard against his hips, mindlessly grinding even harder as her body seized up in orgasm. She gritted her teeth and came nearly as hard as he did, every muscle in her body clenching and bulging as she showered his crotch in femcum.

The lioness pulled her hips back up and was about to slam them back down, when her senses returned to her, and her eyes opened wide. "Oh, shi- You okay?!" she gasped, hurriedly getting back up. Except he was stuck to her torso and came up with her, then came unstuck and nearly fell to the floor before she grabbed his limp form in her arms.

"Are you a goddess?" he mumbled, laughing weakly. "I-I'm okay, I didn't feel anything break. That was… Amazing."

His chest was rising up and down, his entire body utterly drenched in her sweat and looking, well, like he just got flattened. She quickly patted his body, carefully checking his bones for any fracture, making him hiss as she poked sore - but not broken - spots. The way he gasped and whined in such a cute way did not make it easier to focus, but she still found that his body was fine, somehow.

"You have no idea how hard it is not to bite you right now," Robin grunted as she looked down at the delirious wet bird, a low growl escaping her throat.

Jewels took a shaky breath, rubbed her snout and told her with a dreamy look on his face, "I- I think I'll cum again if you do."

There were few things he could have said that could have gotten more of a reaction out of her. Her growl grew deep and all of her muscles bulged even harder as something primal came out, and she couldn't have stopped herself if she wanted to. She licked his shoulder, savoring the taste of an eager prey and mate, before sinking her teeth in. It was all she could do to not tear him apart, and his happy whimpers did not help. Nor did the sudden wetness against her abs, proving his words right. She kept hugging him tight and biting him for minutes, as softly as she could in her state, yet inches away from crushing and tearing him. And that very fact made him cum even harder.

Finally, breathing hard, she opened her maw and licked the raw bite mark on his shoulder clean before leaning back. "Damn, Jewels, you're an eager one, eh? And now you're mine," she growled playfully. "I can barely hold back from biting you again."

The crow panted, looked her in the eyes, and gave her a deep kiss before asking breathlessly, "P-Please do it more. I love you."

This time, it truly was the best thing he could have said. Assuming that he wanted her to freeze, take a big breath, and let out such a deep and feral growl that the heat of her breath felt like an oven, while the look on her face grew downright predatory.

She didn't say anything, and neither did he. She just licked his other shoulder, and bit. She licked, and licked, and licked; all over his body, licked his torso, licked his armpits, licked his limbs, licked his face, all with a tongue big enough to work as a towel for him. And she bit, bit, bit, again and again, hard and firm. Sometimes she failed to contain herself enough and actually drew a bit of blood, which she licked until it was better, to then bite him elsewhere.

And all the while, he whimpered and moaned, shivering and shuddering, cock spurting a little more with every bite. His mind felt foggy as she treated him like a chew toy, claiming every inch of him as hers, as pain, pleasure, and the meaning of what she was doing melded into a euphoric blend. It was all he could do not to pass out from the overwhelming sensation.

Neither of them knew how much time had passed this way, it could have been minutes just as easily as it could have been hours. But Robin knew when she was done. She pulled back, still growling, and looked down at the perfect sight.

Her crow was quivering on the floor, his entire body wet with her saliva, and utterly covered in bite marks. Her bite marks, crisscrossing his black and gray feathers. The first one she had been holding back some, but these wouldn't go away for a long time. She hoped never. And judging from the way he shivered and moaned, rubbing some of them, he shared the sentiment. Not to mention the complete mess that was his crotch.

"Even now," she panted, licking her wet lips, "You're making it hard not to go again, Jewels." He whimpered again, though it sounded like he himself didn't know whether it was meant to be eager or scared. "But no, I'm tired as hell too. I think we both earned ourselves a nap."

His chest rose and fell a few times before he had the force to nod, giving her a weak smile. "I'd like that," he muttered.

She scooped him up off the floor, once again making him feel like he weighed nothing, and just walked to the other side of the room where there was a large bench. He looked at it sideways, thinking they wouldn't both fit on it, when she lifted him higher. With a bit of lurching and twisting around, before he knew it, she was lying down on the bench and setting him down to lie down on top of her.

Her massive, heavy arms were still lying on top of him like a warm, weighted blanket, and her torso was rising and falling while she purred and made his entire body vibrate like a massaging chair. And on top of that, when he looked up he met her eyes, and she dragged him closer to give him a deep kiss he returned just as eagerly, before lying his head down on her fluffy mane. All in all, it was the most comfortable bed he had ever laid on. "I think I really really love you," he whispered in her mane, and the way her purrs doubled in strength made him giddy.

"I think I might just love you too, you gem," she whispered back, before considering. "No, my gem. Sleep tight."

He just had the time to nod weakly, a stupid grin on his face, before sleep took him.

…

Sadly, things got a bit hectic when they woke up. Robin realized her shift was starting soon, namely twenty minutes before they woke up, and she was potentially in trouble. She apologized a lot about only being able to offer him a quick shower and another deep goodbye kiss before she ran out, but he understood it couldn't really be helped. At least the nap had been enough rest for him to be able to walk on his own legs, even if they felt like jelly.

Walking out of the gym, he wondered if anyone could guess why he was walking funny, or if they assumed it was from working out. If it weren't for the bite marks visible on his neck and arms, at least. As is, there was little doubt that he was a lioness's chew toy. He dreamily traced his fingers along one line of teeth marks, part of him hoping they were obvious.

Maybe he should ask her to do it again next time. Among other things.