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Evening had fallen hours prior, the dying light of the sun faded only to be replaced with the flood of incandescent street lamps. The gentle rumble of a car engine revved as the driver steered the vehicle into the sparsely occupied car park. After pulling into a vacant spot, the engine was cut, bringing silence once again to the humid air.

With a dull thunk the owner of the car opened his door and stepped out into the evening, closing and locking his car behind him. The large figure breathed deeply, filling his senses with the scent of fresh air. He shrugged his shoulders and hoisted a non-descript sports bag into a more comfortable position, the thick black-inked pen across the flap spelling R-Y-D-E-R.

After re-testing the car door briefly to ensure it was securely locked, Ryder continued along the short path to the nearest building. The single story building was brightly lit with large windows surrounding a significant portion of the perimeter. Only a brief look was required to know that the building was a gym.

Rows of elliptical and treadmills lined the window closest to the car park. Further in was a section dedicated to several different types of weight lifting machines. But most important to Ryder, was the large carpeted area signalling the perimeter of the free-weight section. He could count upwards of eight other furs currently working out inside the gym, a perfect number considering the late hour on a Wednesday night. He shouldn't have any problems moving through his desired workout regime.

As Ryder got closer, the light flooding from the building into the car park revealed him to be a white furred wolf. Ryder was currently outfitted in his gym clothes consisting of a thin, grey tank top and pair of dark blue basketball styled shorts. Fluffy, pure white fur flared from the upper edges of the shirt giving the illusion that his size could be caulked up to an unruly fur-style. However the form fitting tank top smothered down the bulk and outlined just how muscle-bound he truly was.

At this time of night the staff had clocked off and gone home leaving the automated lock to keep unwanted furs out. Ryder swiped his card across the card reader to unlock the door and headed to the pigeon holes to deposit his bag, grabbing a large towel and water bottle out in the process. The wolf nodded and greeted the regular gym-goers on his way to the treadmill to begin his warm up routine.

While on the treadmill jogging, Ryder surveyed around the gym to check who was here and what machines and weights were free. His glance passed over the squat rack and did a double take. Two seemingly new members had taken up position at the rack, placing their towels on the ground nearby while standing around talking. Ryder frowned slightly, observing as the spotted cheetah and slim otter claimed the machine but didn't use it. Ideally Ryder started with chest press in the rack, but he couldn't do that if someone else was there. It wasn't exactly necessary, so he hoped they'd be gone from there by the time he had completed some other exercises.

Shrugging it off for now, Ryder finished his warm up jog and headed to the free weight area to do some chest with dumbbells, and maybe a few sets of flyes. But after each workout exercise, to the wolf's frustration, the pair continued to talk and stand around for the most part. Worse than that was the fact that they were using the rack, periodically, for bicep curls, and they didn't have any weights on the bar either! With a huff, the wolf replaced his weights and headed over to the rack.

"Excuse me, hi." The wolf spoke out gently to the otter and leopard. The two males glanced up at the approaching wolf.

"Hey what's up mate?" The otter asked. Next to him the leopard stepped up to the bar and launched into another set of curls.

"I'm just wondering how much longer you guys have got left. I'm hoping to start my sets of bench press soon." The wolf asked politely.

"Shouldn't be too much longer." The otter shrugged and turned to his friend who had just finished his set and replaced the bar. "Got much longer Jace?"

"Eh, might do two more sets?" The leopard, Jace, responded. The otter returned his attention to the wolf.

"Give us ten minutes maybe. I'll call you over when we're done alright?"

"Yeah that's fine, I'll just be over at the free weights." Ryder said, starting to walk away. He couldn't just let it be though, and turned back around to face the pair. "Listen, I don't want to be a dick or anything but it is proper gym etiquette to not do bicep curls in the squat rack."

The otter smiled and walked up to the much larger wolf. "Sure mate, we'll keep that in mind." He said and patted Ryder condescendingly on the shoulder, needing to reach up over his own head to achieve it.

Ryder dropped his friendly guise and openly scowled at the gesture. His polite manner disappeared as he glared at the pair before stalking away to chat with a rhino who had finished his workout and was preparing to head home.

Midway through saying goodbye, Ryder checked back on the pair on the rack and saw them gathering their possessions and moving on. To his annoyance, the two friends were sneaking glances at him, whispering quietly to each other and snickering. As much as he wanted, Ryder wasn't about go over and push their heads into the ground; he was a bigger man than that. Instead he gathered his own things and walked over to the now unclaimed rack to continue his workout.

~

Wednesday rolled around again, and Ryder once more found himself stuck mid-way through his chest workout. The wolf was glaring daggers at the back of a certain spotted leopard currently using the squat rack for several sets of bicep curls. Ryder glanced around the gym to assess what exercises he'd already completed and to check if anyone else was here he could converse with. But it was only him and the cheetah, and finally the wolf snapped and walked over to the cat.

"Hey, it's me... from last week. Again, please don't use the rack for curls. There are plenty of other machines and exercises that you can use, but there's only one place I can do my bench press." Ryder asked politely, completely expected a meek apology from the smaller, lone cheetah, but instead got a snarky response.

"Look puppy, I don't really care ok. If I want to do curls in the rack, you can just wait until I'm done." Jace rolled his eyes and pointedly turned his back to Ryder. The wolf couldn't help the low growl rumbling through his chest, the sound making the scruff on Jace's neck stand up straight as his tail twitched nervously from side to side.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Ryder snarled. The leopard didn't turn around, but it was obvious from his stiff body language that he was worried he'd overstepped some boundaries. Still, Jace was fairly confident the much larger male wouldn't do anything to him in a brightly lit and well monitored area, regardless of how they're the only two currently present.

"I-I said you'll just have to wait." Jace stammered.

"I don't think so." Ryder growled, grabbing the base of the twitching tail in front of him and pulling backwards, forcing Jace to take a few uneven steps away from the bar. "Now if you're going to act like a bitch, I'll just have to treat you like one."

Jace's ears went flat against his head. "W-what are you going to do? Report me to the gym management?" The cheetah managed to twist his body out of the wolf's grip and back stepped until he bumped against the bar behind him; the bar that got him into this mess.

"Nah nothing so civilian." The wolf stalked closer, leering down at the spotted cat. "I'm gonna fuck you. Right here. Like a bitch." Jace let out a pitiful meow and tried in vain to push Ryder away from him but the wolf barely budged.

"Ok, ok! I-I won't use the rack for curls." Jace said defensively waving his paws at the wolf.

"Too late for that, kitty." Ryder responded

"Come on mate, don't you think you're overreacting just a little?" Jace tried to back away to put distance between himself and the approaching wolf, but the bar was still behind him blocking his escape and the wolf was on him in no time.

"I asked you nicely the first time and got nothing but childish attitude." Ryder swiped a clawed paw, severing the thin cord holding up Jace's gym shorts and let them pile around his footpaws. The cat blushed heavily and moved his paws to cover his underwear clad crotch.

"I asked you again just now for a second time and got your bitchy response." Ryder tore apart the mesh fabric keeping the cheetah's body modest while Jace frantically clutched at the strips of material he once called a shirt.

"Give me another chance, please!" The cheetah pleaded, giving up on salvaging his clothing and letting it fall away from him.

"I am not_going to give you a _third chance." Ryder growled and carefully unlaced his own shorts. He could feel the spade-like tip of his own wolfhood peeking from the confinements of his sheath. The image in front of him of the cowering cat had his hunting instincts flaring into existence, making his blood run hot with desire.

While Ryder's predator side was rearing its head, Jace was feeling his tail and feet twitch with the itch to run. The wolf's pants fell to join Jace's on the floor, soon followed by the boxers he wore underneath and gave Jace a front row viewing of Ryder's half hard cock. The red flesh stood out in stark contrast to Ryder's white furred body, and to Jace's horror it was still growing. Soon it reached the wolf's bellybutton, lengthening another inch further before giving a heavy throb which slapped it back against Ryder's belly.

Try as he might, Jace couldn't peel his eyes away from the musky cock exposed to him. His flight instincts were still screaming at his body to move, but they were quickly being smothered by the arousal flooding his system. Jace whined softly when the thick slab of wolf meat throbbed again, this time releasing a few drips of clear precum to trail down to Ryder's white furred sac.

"Come on little kitten, why don't you be a good boy and get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are." Ryder smirked, placing a heavy paw on Jace's shoulder and applying a touch of downward force to send the cat sprawling on the ground before him.

Jace stared up from where he knelt, eyes wide with uncertainty as he looked at the wolf who stepped up to him, blocking his vision with the sight of the other male's leaking cock. To the cat's dismay, he felt a throb of his own in the confines of his last shred of modesty; his boxers and looking down he realised his body was reacting much differently than his mind was. Jace looked back up, away from his own fully unsheathed, barbed length and shied away from Ryder's knowing grin.

"Now open up your little muzzle... good boy." Ryder requested, and praised Jace when he parted his lips. "Show me your cute tongue." Jace closed his mouth slightly and started to lean back when he caught himself and thought better. Instead he leaned forward closer to the bigger male standing over him and let his tongue loll from his muzzle.

Ryder reached down with his right paw and stroked underneath Jace's chin before placing a finger pad in the cat's muzzle and stroking along the rough surface of his tongue. Ryder had always loved the feeling of a cat's tongue rubbing along his cock, and he could feel himself pulse and dribble a bead of precum in anticipation.

"Careful of your teeth kitten." Ryder adjusted his finger to feel along the sharp teeth lining inside Jace's maw, and then removed his finger. The wolf still held onto Jace's jaw with his right paw and used his left to angle his wolfish cock downward, the spade-like tip pointing at Jace.

Ryder shifted his hips just enough to place his cock tip at the entrance of Jace's muzzle. A drip of fluid broke off and splattered along the cat's taste buds making his cough in surprise and attempt to jerk away from Ryder's hold. Unfortunately for the cat, Ryder wasn't about to let him go so quickly and held him still.

Jace tried to move away again, and on failing realised he wasn't about to get away, so he stilled himself, opened his muzzle and stuck his tongue back out. The wolfish grin he received from Ryder made his ears fold back in submission as he resigned himself to Ryder's mercy.

Ryder returned his fleshy tip to the welcoming warmth before him, and proceeded to insert his cock into Jace's muzzle, paying close attention to flattening and grinding himself along Jace's tongue on his journey to the back of Jace's throat. His flesh was lengthy, and had substantial thickness resulting in Ryder quickly reaching the capacity of Jace's muzzle. But the wolf wanted more.

The tip of Ryder's cock continued pressing further forward with a relentless but consistently slow force. Jace's eyes widened in surprise when he felt the cock begin to stretch out his throat, and renewed his struggle to spit the invading cock out of him, but Ryder wasn't about to risk a stray tooth nicking his sensitive flesh and growled threateningly for the cat to cease his struggles.

Jace froze when he felt more than heard the rumble passing through the wolf, the vibrations originating from where Ryder's stomach nearly pressed against his nose. The cat continued coughing and gagging, swallowing desperately around the intrusion in his throat to try clear his airway. Eventually Jace got his gag reflex under control by continuing to swallow and milked the wolf's length in the process. The cat stared up with pleading eyes at Ryder and whined pitifully to try get him to remove his cock from the cat's airway, but Ryder was busy loving the sensations he was feeling and the power he had over Jace.

The contractions around Ryder's flesh were near orgasmic and had him panting in no time at all. The wolf held Jace firmly against his crotch, his cock entirely engulfed within the cheetah below him, with the exception of his knot beginning to swell slightly within his sheath. With one paw around the back of Jace's head to hold him in place, Ryder had a paw spare to pull the swelling base of his knot from the confines of his sheath.

Ryder groaned in bliss when his knot was free, and replaced his free paw to join the other behind Jace's head. With a sharp thrust, the wolf pressed the swell of his knot insistently against Jace's lips until with a reluctant and muffle meow, it too joined the rest of his cock in the wet warmth of the cheetah's muzzle. Jace squeezed his eyes shut and focused on swallowing to repress his gag reflex, hoping the wolf would let him breathe soon. Needless to say, Ryder was panting happily by the time he relented and slowly withdrew his length.

Ryder continued withdrawing his cock, helped by the pleasurable sensation of Jace's tongue pressing against him to try speed up the withdrawal, until the tip was the only the left inside. A small part of Jace held onto the hope that the wolf would pull out completely and leave him alone, assuming the cat had learnt his lesson. But that part was soon crushed under the force of Ryder re-sheathing himself up to the base.

With both of his hands dedicated to pushing and pulling the cheetah's head, Ryder was able to set a reasonable quick pace. Inserting and withdrawing his cock repeatedly from the cheetah's muzzle until his cock was slick with the combination of precum and saliva.

Jace fell into the rhythm of breathing deeply through his nose on each back stroke, and then swallowing dutifully when the wolf re-stretched his throat out with his cock. The cheetah could feel the slick precum dripping from Ryder's wolfhood like a leaky hydrant across his tongue. Now with every swallow, he could feel his drinking the wolf's musky fluid, and only added to his humiliating disposition.

As suddenly as he'd begun, Ryder halted and extracted his flesh one last time, pulling out completely with a soft pop and releasing Jace's head from his grasp. Jace, now free, barely managed to catch his falling body with his forearm while he coughed up the mixture of saliva and mostly precum from his throat, and tried to catch his breath.

When Jace regained his composure somewhat, he sat back on his knees and stared down at his matted chest. The cheetah was still feeling light headed and dizzy. His nose felt like it was stilled stuffed in the wolf's musky crotch fur and flooded his senses with wolf rut. Jace could feel a layer of something, moisture maybe, along his front and briefly tried to inspect his fur coat.

To his dismay, the fur from his neck to his crotch was covered in drippings of escaped fluid from his mouth, and he wouldn't be surprised if it primarily wasn't his. His own crotch, still shielding from view via his boxers, wasn't fairing much better. On the outside, Jace could tell that a significant volume of precum had dripped down. But to his horror, he realised the inside was just as slick having been slathered with his own excitement.

Jace's eyes unfocused while he contemplated his situation, and his body's unintentional response. Ryder's initial advance was unwanted, of course. But now? Jace wasn't so sure. Having his own wants and needs stripped away by the wolf as easily as his clothes awoke something inside him. At first he believed it to be his flight instincts, but maybe, just maybe, it was something more... lustful. Some part of him that wanted to belong to the larger male.

"Lay down on your back kitten, let me see your tight little tailhole." The wolf broke Jace out of his trance, and he looked back at the wolf now crouching down closer to his height. Jace didn't react quickly enough for Ryder's liking and with a light push, the cheetah rolled onto his back. Before the cheetah could react to his new position, Ryder pounced and rolled him further backwards with the help of a paw under Jace's thigh.

When Jace looked back at the wolf, it was with his head and shoulder blades pressed against the floor while his back was curled and his calves thrown over Ryder's shoulders. The cheetah felt the sharp point of a claw tracing down his taint through his boxers, and shivered at the thought of the deadly weapon piercing into him.

And pierce it did, but only through Jace's last layer of modesty. Ryder shredded line after line through the silk-like fabric, running deep enough so that Jace could feel the point trail through his fur and across his skin. Jace didn't dare move, even when he felt the burning tingle across his skin from where Ryder's claws passed by, until at last his boxers fell away in tatters.

Ryder used one hand to keep the cheetah curled into a ball, while he grasped the base of his cock with the other and moved closer, so that he hunched directly over the cat, and positioned his cock at the cheetah's puckered entrance.

"Please..." Jace whimpered.

"Please what kitten?" Ryder said, pausing his movements with his cock primed and ready to go.

"... Please be gentle." Jace said.

"Hmmm." Ryder hummed thoughtfully. "Nah, you're going to be walking like it's leg day."

The tip suddenly pierced passed Jace's defences causing him to yowl as a sharp twinge of pain shot through his system. Desperately, the cheetah reached out for something to grab onto, finding a leg of the squat rack to be the only thing in range, reminding him of what got him into this position in the first place.

The feeling of the hard cock tip entering him was immense. Jace felt the burning sensation shoot up his spine like lightning and tried to use his internal muscles to push the invading organ out of him. But the wolf held firm and once the head of his cock nestled itself where it belonged, he wasn't about to just let the cheetah deny him.

Ryder had paused once his spaded tip entered to let the cat struggle and clench around his thickness, but feeling like he'd waited long enough, he once again began to press inwards. Fortunately for Jace, the rough muzzle fucking before had significantly lubricated the wolf's cock and allowed it to effortlessly glide through his depths, spreading him open at a steady rate as the thickness increased.

The wolf's knot bumped up against the stretched rim of Jace's tailhole, and the domineering male stopped to allow the sensations of a tight pulsing hole to wash over him. Jace on the other hand, was glad for the pause so he could let his body adjust to the monstrous intrusion. From his posture on the floor, Jace couldn't help but look past his embarrassingly hard erection and inspect how his rim and been stretch unseemly wide. He found it strange and unsettling that with each visible throb passing through the wolf's exposed knot was duplicated by a twitch within his rear.

As time passed by like a snail, the discomfort Jace was feeling diminished. In fact, all that remained was a dull ache of the initial intrusion. A dull ache, and a burning need for Ryder to continue. Jace couldn't understand why, but with each twitch of Ryder's wolfhood, he felt a stab of pleasure shoot up his spine from somewhere below his twitching cock.

Jace shuffled around on his shoulders, trying to stretch out a cramp creeping up on him, but the motion of moving shifted Ryder's length as well. Jace shut his eyes and clenched his jaw as the sensation he was feeling before was magnified tenfold, his breath hissing from him as an unexpected orgasm rocked his body.

Ryder stared down in wonder as the cat writhed and moaned beneath him, he couldn't understand what happened. One moment the cat was breathing steadily and trying to move with what little range of motion he was allowed, and the next his tail was lashing out against the wolf's stomach as streams of pearly white cum streaked down across the cheetah's face, neck and chest.

Jace could feel the streams of his own essences painting himself, some even dripping into his muzzle and coating his tongue with the cat's own sweet flavour, but he didn't care and had no willpower left to close his mouth or try stem his moans. Eventually his seed stopped flowing, but his body suffered residual shockwaves that left him panting and shivering.

Ryder remained motionless through the whole ordeal, struggling not to snicker as the cheetah experienced what was no doubt the best orgasm of his life so far. Besides, it's not like he could complain about the rhythmic clenching and relenting hole around his cock.

Jace huffed out a final sigh of contentment and went limp. His legs remained trapped over Ryder's shoulders solely due to the wolf's grip on his rump. The cat gazed up at the ceiling, but wasn't paying attention to anything he could see.

"Well, uhh, I guess my job here is done." Ryder giggled like a schoolkid, the content cheetah looking like a puddle of satisfaction. But before the wolf could begin to withdraw his still hard cock, the cheetah's legs still draped over Ryder's shoulders suddenly locked together behind his head and pulled down with surprising strength, forcing Ryder to catch himself by slamming his palms against the ground on either side of Jace's head.

"Fuck. Me." Jace punctuated each word with a growl. "Fuck me, breed me, tie me. Fill me with your cum." He stared threateningly up at the wolf. Jace moved his legs down, re-wrapping them around Ryder's midsection to relieve some of the discomfort being rolled into a ball was causing.

"... Are you sure?" Ryder questioned, taken aback by the one eighty degree shift in the cheetah's attitude.

"Come on, show me what you can do. Breed me like the bitch you said I was. Show me how a true alpha mates." The cheetah responded and leaned up to bite roughly at Ryder's exposed neck. Ryder felt his primal fighting instincts flare as his vulnerable neck was attacked. With a snarl, Ryder leant down and enveloped the entirety of Jace's neck in his jaws, pressing down with the promise of a life crushed bite if the cat didn't let go.

Jace immediately spat the wolf's nape from his mouth and looked back to expose more of his own neck in a submissive gesture. Jace was giddy to know his plan had worked though. The wolf was like a wild animal, his ancestral spirit taking over, and with his cock throbbing with need in Jace's tailhole he was given the perfect outlet for his bestial desires.

A conscious fur would have taken time to warm up to a nice pace, ensuring both parties involved had an enjoyable experience, but slow wasn't in the wolf's vocabulary at the moment. Fortunately this was exactly what Jace was needing; a rough, primal mating. In a second flat, Ryder withdrew himself and thrust fully back inside Jace's rear. And he didn't relent, setting that as the fucking pace.

Jace gasped out as Ryder's cock punched through his gut. He tightened his legs around the wolf's midsection and employed his arms as well with the job of holding on for dear life. The wolf above him was growling, his jaws still clamped unquestionably around his neck. The wolf's stomach just so happened to be pressing against Jace's rehardened, spiny cock and the vibrations of the guttural growl was close to setting the cheetah off for a second time in a matter of minutes.

But the cheetah's cock was the furthest thing for his mind considering the brutal railing his tailhole was on the receiving end of. Ryder's unrelenting pace was bringing the cheetah quickly to the brink of another orgasm. He could feel the burning itch that blossomed within himself being scratched with every movement by the wolf. Soon he was clenching his eyes together and gasping out for air as he came again.

Ryder distantly felt the tailhole wrapped around his cock tighten with a death grip to signal the male below him cumming from his attentions, but the wolf was close himself and the added pressure along his length only served to hasten his own end. The rough muzzle fucking before and riding the cheetah's clenching tailhole through not one, but two orgasms was taking its toll.

With one final powerful thrust and an animalistic snarl, Ryder clasped his jaws tighter and buried his knot deep inside the welcoming hole. But even then he didn't let up, pressing forward and back as much as the tie would allow while he reached the brink and crashed over. The flood gates opened, and Ryder could only pant and twitch as rope after sticky rope of wolf essence was deposited within the cheetah.

Jace was riding out his second orgasm when the wolf tied him. Immediately he cried out again as he shot a strong rope of cum to splatter across his own face, becoming indistinguishable from the mess left there the first time. The heat that cascaded through him thanks to the hot wolf cum pouring into his tunnel left Jace with a fuzzy feeling of content.

The two furs remained locked together as they settled into their respective afterglows.

~

When the lust cleared from Ryder's mind it took him a few minutes to remember what had happened. With a start, he realised he still had the cheetah's neck locked between his tightly squeezed jaws and released him. Jace felt the strength holding his head upright vanish, and let his head roll to the side while he panted through his afterglow.

Ryder gave Jace a few comforting licks across where he'd just had his jaws around moments ago, and leaned back to survey the scene.

The two were a complete mess. Cum liberally coated the entirety of Jace's front side, with small rivers dripping down to the rubber floor below him and thanks to the close proximity to the cheetah, Ryder was also sporting large spots of musky, pearlescent cum clinging to his fur in clumps.

Jace was still stuck fast to Ryder thanks to his inflated knot tying them together, pulsing still as his balls trickled his remaining cum into the cheetah's rear throughout the duration of the tie. With nothing else to do and no hope of cleaning up just yet, Ryder pulled the dozing cat close and roller over onto his back so the cat could lie on his stomach. Jace shuffled around as much as the knot stuck up his ass would allow and settled down for a nap. Within moments, the cheetah was purring happily as he snuggled close to the warm wolf.

Ryder let the cheetah sleep in peace while they waited out the tie. Surprisingly, no one else entered the gym during the twenty minutes that passed until his knot popped out and shrunk back into his sheath. Jace awoke to the feeling of the wolf's knot leaving his body, and blushed at the warm tickling sensation as cum flooded from his tailhole to drip from his balls onto Ryder's crotch fur. Jace sat up from where he lay on Ryder's stomach and tried in vain to clench his hole closed, but it hurt too much and only succeeded in covering the wolf with more of his own cum.

The wolf grumbled about the mess he was making and tried to encourage Jace to stand up, but his shaky legs refused to hole up his weight and he collapsed back down on Ryder, the wolf grunting due to the impact. With a sigh, the wolf got himself to his feet and picked Jace up bridal style, Jace meowing in protest, and made his way to the locker room.

The two showered quickly before returning to the squat rack to try clean the massive puddle of mixed cum from the rubber flooring. Ryder chuckled at the stains left behind on the carpet, which will probably be dismissed as a spilled protein shake once the smell of sex and cum had dissipated. And with that, the two left the gym together, albeit one limping and leaning heavily on the other for support.

"You know, I've seen you and that otter friend of yours conveniently 'forget' to return your weights back when you're done with them." Ryder said casually in the parking lot.

"Oh is that so?" Jace asked.

"Yeah... in fact I might need to teach him a similar lesson if he does it again." The wolf continued. "Maybe mention it to him next time you see him? For his own good and all."

The cheetah grinned at the wolf and licked his lips. "I'll try not let it slip my mind."

~

A week later, Jace was back at the gym. His otter friend, Zack, had been bugging him about skipping the gym and demanding an explanation as to where he was. Jace fended him off by saying he wasn't feeling well, which wasn't too far from the truth. Jace could still feel the ghostly echoes of the discomfort he felt under his tail every time he sat down or landed after a jump. Fortunately it wasn't nearly as bad as the day after; the poor cat couldn't sit down at all and resigned himself to lounging on his bed reading for the day.

Jace spared a glance over to the other side of the gym, and flushed a light red when he saw the wolf staring at his direction. He felt some part of him desperate to walk over to the wolf and submit himself, and might have considered it longer if the effects of their last meeting weren't still plaguing him.

"Gah, I fucking hate that wolf." Zach snarled when Ryder stopped staring in their direction and focused back on his workout regime.

"He's probably not that bad once you get to know him." Jace shrugged, collecting his towel and water bottle from next to the two benches the pair were currently occupying. Jace picked up the dumbbells he was using and re-racked them in the correct spot. Turning around, he saw Zach had gathered his stuff and was already walking away, his own weights forgotten on the floor.

"Maybe. He gives me the creeps is all, always staring at us like he's judging us." Zach grimaced. Again Jace just shrugged. "Makes me scared to be in the same room as him."

"Just remember, if you're alone with an aggressive wolf, bite their neck and they'll become all submissive and docile." Jace said, disguising his failed attempted at holding back his giggles by coughing loudly.

"Really?" Zach asked, turning to his friend. "Why's that?"

"I dunno, must be a throwback to submitting to the alpha of the pack or something." Jace said.

"Hmm, interesting. I'll keep that in mind, thanks." And the two continued on with their routine, heedless to the piercing eyes flicking between the otter's back and the set of weights left behind.