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“Hey, Tito, I’m going to the—" André stood at the entrance to the Raccoon’s room with his jaw wide open. “Gym…”

“Oh? Have fun!” Tito said, not bothering to take his eyes off the screen for a second.

The Dragon slowly made his way across the piles of dirty laundry, empty energy drink cans, and potato chip bags littering the Tito’s floor. The Raccoon was sprawled all over his chair, Dorito crumbs all over his shirt.

The Dragon cleared his throat. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

“Dude, can’t you see I’m busy?”

André spun the chair around to get a better look at the Raccoon’s screen. Playing on the foreground was a video showing a pink Cat, she was twirling around with a stick on her hand as she changed from a long dress to a bandido outfit. The title of the video was “Princess Adventures: All Collectibles.” 4:30 hours long, and the 8th video in a randomly generated playlist.

“Really? You don’t even have that game!”

“No, but I could get it…”

The Dragon closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “Wasn’t your New Year’s resolution to go to the gym more often?”

“Hey, I already did!” The Raccoon replied.

“Just once at the beginning of the month, and it was only to get your membership!”

Tito huffed and crossed his arms. “My point still stands.”

André sighed. Count to ten. “Look, all I’m saying is you can’t stay cooped around inside your room the whole day. Besides, don’t you like it when I come back sweaty from the gym?”

The Raccoon blushed, and André started to flex, holding a pose.

“If you came with me, you’d be able to… sample it fresh straight from the source, you know?”

Tito looked down at the floor. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass. I’d feel conscious doing that in public.”

He spun around to watch his screen again, but André grabbed the chair and turned it so that they were looking at each other once again.

“Oh, no, you’re coming…” The Dragon’s eyes started to glow in a pale golden light and he raised one hand.

“André, don’t you dare—!”

And with just one snap, the Raccoon fell down onto the floor. Or rather, slid down. Ever since he had moved in with the Dragon, Tito had learned the tough way all about his roommate’s abilities. While all Dragons were magical, the way André liked to use them was… special, and from his new point of view, it was not difficult to imagine what had happened. He had to have been shrunk down.

No, worse, he had been transformed into something.

Tito laid flat on the floor, his view not going anywhere higher than the tips of his roommate’s claws. Unable to move, he was helpless as André raised one foot and stepped on him, scrunching his toes to pluck the “Raccoon” up, before grabbing him with his hands and draping him over his shoulder. The Dragon turned to the left towards the Raccoon’s mirror.

He had been turned into a towel.

“Well, let’s go then,” André said with a smile, patting the slate grey towel on his shoulder. He then made his way to the front door, put on his shoes, and stepped out. Normally, in this weather (and knowing the Raccoon), he would have just driven to the gym. But this time? He felt like running his way out…

André panted and reached for his towel. Even under this cold, he had still managed to work quite a good sweat. Though you know what they say, jogging is good cardio. After wiping his forehead, the Dragon lifted his left arm, but just as he was about to dry himself off, he took a good look at his hand.

“Oops, sorry there, dude.”

The Dragon smiled. It had been a little over an hour, and he had already forgotten all about his “roommate”. André put the Raccoon-towel inside his gym bag and made his way to the locker rooms. After all, he didn’t want to be seen talking with some object.

Tito, on the other hand, could do nothing but go along for the ride. Tucked right next to a pair of sneakers, and what he assumed to be the Dragon’s gym clothes, the former-Raccoon waited inside the bag. He sighed. Hopefully, unlike his shoes, André had bothered to wash his clothes beforehand. He didn’t want to end up smelling like another guy’s sweat for days.

…Or rather, he knew that other people would mind if he did, which was the same thing on his mind.

André set his bag on the bench; the zip opened just enough for Tito to get a good look of the Dragon as he undressed. Off went his shirt, and Tito got a good view of the Dragon’s ass as he bent down to take his shorts and underwear off. Cheeks parted, and the pink rim of his hole pointed in Tito’s direction, all the towel could do was remember the week he had spent as the Dragon’s underwear. It had been a minor argument, something about the importance of washing his clothes more often or not leaving dirty laundry around the house or whatever, but oh, boy, those had been the days.

In fact, while Tito did not want to admit it, a small part inside of him wished that they had not ended…

Now fully in the nude, André turned towards his bag. His semi-hard cock hovering above the opening, the Dragon reached inside for his clothes and started to dress up. Finally, he grabbed his towel and drapped it again over his shoulder as he made his way to the gym proper.

André walked over to the bench press, where a heavyset Rhino was working out. The veins on his arms were bulging; he had to be lifting a Ton, maybe even more. The barbell dropped with a heavy \ **CLANK* * as the Rhino finished his set.

“All yours, champ,” the Rhino said, standing from the machine and giving the Dragon a pat on the back before leaving.

André smiled in response and proceeded to take off the weights to put on something more manageable. After he was done, he turned to the bench and winced. There were wet puddles all around from its previous occupant. Some people…

The Dragon grabbed his towel and extended it in front of him. He flipped it around, but it was all in vain. No matter how he looked at it, it all seemed like just a regular towel. No front, nor back, so he just prayed that he had not chosen the side with the Raccoon’s face as he pressed it against the machine.

Unfortunately for Tito, though, there was no such a thing as a “side” for a towel. It was all him, so no matter how, or which part in specific the Dragon decided to use, he’d absorb it all in. Take in all of the Rhino’s scent and taste.

After he was, André flipped the towel to the other side, wanting to stay away from the Rhino’s sweat as much as possible, and set it on the bench before getting in position. Half of the towel supporting his back and the other half under his tail, the Dragon’s arms tensed as he grabbed onto the barbell and took it off its nook.

Tito grimaced, or at least he would have done so if he had a face. He was now feeling the pressure from hundreds of pounds as the Dragon lifted. Sweat started to dribble down André’s body, yet few drops would end up making their way to the ground.

For as new as he was to the job, the Raccoon made for a good gym towel.

Twenty minutes later, André set the barbell back on its nook for the last time. He sat straight up, peeling off the towel beneath him and wiped his forehead and arms, but just as he moved on to wipe the bench and bar, a shadow loomed in front of him. The Dragon looked up the spotty furry trail up to the Hyena’s face.

“’Sup, Ed?”

“Hey there,” The Hyena gave him a cocky smile. “Roommate bailed on you again?”

André briefly looked at the towel and gripped it harder. “Nah, he’s here. Somewhere.”

“Oh, I see…” Ed trailed off. After a few moments of silence, the Hyena pointed at the Dragon’s towel. “Hey, mind if I borrow it for a sec?”

André looked at the towel. He knew for a fact that Tito hated Ed’s guts. Moreover, the Hyena’s towel was right there, so there was no reason for Ed to want to use his. But then again, he also knew that no matter what he did, the Raccoon would chew him out once he was turned back to normal. So, he just threw the towel at the Hyena’s chest.

“Go ahead,” André said with a smile, the Hyena catching the towel mid-air before using it to wipe under his armpits.

After he was done, Ed threw the towel onto the bench. “Wanna alternate?”

“Sure!” André said, leaving the bench press.

Tito had been worried before when he had landed on the bench, and not because his roommate had agreed so easily to lend him to the Hyena (thanks a lot for that, André!). Rather, crumpled as he was, a discarded piece of fabric carelessly tossed around, he had still managed to get a good look at the Hyena’s towel; and as the couple walked around the gym to their next machine, the former-Raccoon’s worries intensified.

It was gray. They all were.

Sure, just a tad bit lighter in color, but to the unfocused eye, there was no difference between him and any other towels in the gym. Thankfully, when Ed bent over to pick his own towel, he had chosen right; but Tito could not help but worry about what would happen if he had gotten mixed up somehow. He could have easily ended up as the Rhino’s sweat rag!

Or even worse, Ed’s…

However, as the day went on, it seemed that André had noticed it as well, becoming more and more possessive of him as the day went on. Whenever he was doing something, be it crunch ups, be it dumbbells, be it assisted pull ups, the Dragon would ensure that Tito would be under him. Sure, Ed would still accidentally grab him from time to time to wipe himself up (in fact, a little too many times, if you asked the former-Raccoon), but the Dragon would always take him back soon after to restore things as they should be.

“Man, I’m tired!” Ed groaned.

“Same…”

The pair, now completely soaked in, were back now in the locker rooms. Tito stayed silent, as a good towel should, while the pair started to strip off.

“Hey, mind sharing a stall?” The Hyena asked with a grin on his face.

“Nah, thanks. I think I’ll hop in and wait for Tito to show up”

“Oh, right…”

Tito would have rolled his eyes if he had any. This had been the first time the Hyena had even asked about him ever since they started their workout.

“Well, have a good one!”

“Same!” The Dragon replied, draping his towel over his shoulder as he made his way to the showers.

Meanwhile, Tito observed the puzzled look on the Hyena’s face. Not that he could blame him. After all, why would someone bring a dirty towel to the showers?

André entered a stall. No locks, to avoid people from getting frisky with each other (as if that helped) and set Tito on the hook on the wall. He then leaned closer.

“Day’s over now, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure to dry my feet with you before I turn you back,” he whispered. “After all, gotta give you a big reward for being such a good spotter.”

The Dragon winked at the piece of fabric, liking to imagine that its silence was a result of knowing how to push Tito’s buttons. He turned on the faucet, the falling water drowning the sound of the door on his stall opening ajar. Being completely unaware of another spotter making his way in.

One quick swipe later, Tito found himself face to “face” with the Hyena.

“Stupid Dragon,” he said before pressing Tito against his snout and taking a deep whiff. The Hyena started to pant, and had he been wearing pants, Tito would have clearly heard as his zipper came undone. Instead, his cotton body floated and trembled with each shake. “Ditching me for some Raccoon…”

Thick strands of saliva starting to coat Tito with each word, with each pant that the Hyena made.

“Good thing you’re hot, and your smell…” The Hyena took a deep breath again, his tongue lapping at the fabric.

Then, the Hyena winced and after a meek grunt, he stopped.

Ed lowered the towel and wiped his dick before doing the same to the wall in front of him, and stepping on the cloth to get whatever remains had gotten down to the floor. Then, he picked up the towel and pressed the white spots onto his nose.

Dragon and Hyena.

As it should be.

Ed left the stall and threw the dirty rag to the bin across the room. To the dirty pile. And he was not the only one.

As the Dragon and Hyena showered, animal after animal came to the bin to drop their own towels. Some, before going to the shower. Others, coming after? Burying Tito more and more deeper.

The pressure continued to increase, not just from the cloths themselves, but what they were coated in. And from the liquids that flowing down to him, Tito was able to tell that the Hyena was not the only one having fun.

Perhaps he should have agreed to come after all…

A flashing light blinded him again as the lid popped out, but this time, stating right outside was was none other than André himself.

“I already said I’m sorry…”

The Dragon rolled his eyes and scoffed before turning his head towards the pile of clothing. He turned his gaze down, finally settling in the Raccoon’s direction. His eyes started to glow in a golden and hue and he raised his hand.

\ **SNAP* *

And suddenly, there was now a naked Raccoon sitting atop the pile of dirty towels.

Except, it wasn’t Tito.

“Sorry, about that,” the Dragon apologized, “Let’s go home now.”

He had not casted a Reverse Transformation spell; he had casted a Transformation spell in Reverse!

Lying below the towel-Raccoon’s balls, all he could do was watch as he sprang up from the towel and rushed to the Dragon. André lifted his arms, expecting a hug, but instead, the Raccoon pressed his snout under the Dragon’s armpits. As a good towel should. His strong whiffs echoing around the room.

“Oh la la, looks like someone finally came out of his shell.” André smiled. “Maybe I should turn you into my sweat rag more often?”

That motherfucker! Couldn’t he tell that was not him? He was two shades too bright to be him? And besides—

The lid shut again.

The former-Raccoon seethed and shouted and trashed in anger, or as much as a towel could do. Which was not at all.

Meanwhile, outside, now with his “roommate” back on his hands (or rather, under his arms), the Dragon started to make his way home. All while a fox grabbed the bin and carried it over to the washing. Time to get them all nice and ready to serve their next patron.

And the next.

And the next…

Only to repeat it all again the next day…