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For every vain attempt that anyone ever made at getting in the sack with a girl that they liked, there was at least one other guy in the gym actually trying to better himself, and lose weight or gain strength for a more wholesome purpose.

Roger, however, was the former, and every bead of sweat that fell from his forehead was little more than a wasted step toward trying to get a female to like him.

To his credit, there was one female in particular that he had his eyes on, and naturally, she was the thing that first brought him into the gym, and for a time, she was the only thing that really kept him coming back.

Roxi Woodford wasn't the kind of girl who was so easily taken by men at the gym; her months upon months of training at the local gym, Twisted Fitness, meant that she was plenty used to the concept of different men and women alike walking up to her with some kind of terrible pick up line.

No matter how many of them she heard, they never seemed to stick, and most of the time, she'd give a quick, casual toss of her fiery locks and go back to actually doing what she went there for: pumping iron with the kind of effort that few ever actually had the ability to.

In all of his half-assed attempts to workout, Roger wasn't the type of guy who'd actually put on a healthy amount of strength or muscle, but the more often he frequented the weight room, the more he could see some very light definition starting to graft itself onto an otherwise slim and delicate frame, and even if it was just a sense of confidence building in a mind that wasn't used to such, he was sure that Roxi was starting to notice him over the other males in the gym.

That thought process, whether it was true or false, was the whole reason that he was warming up on the treadmill, jogging in the shoes that he was sure he spent way too much money on. She was the reason that he picked up a towel on the way to the guided weight machines and began doing yet another circuit through them, rarely thinking about the amount of weight that he was actually lifting.

I'm sure she's gonna notice me THIS time, Roger thought. His back was planted firmly against the upright rest of the seated bench press machine, his skin was leaving a print of sweat against the smooth, black fabric, and his legs were firmly planted on the ground as he took the grips in his palms and waited for just the right moment.

Perhaps eerily, Roger knew that Roxi was going to walk past him any moment, and he was saving up all of his energy for that moment, hoping to impress her not with a witty pick-up line, but with the amount of weight he could press.

Roger never took the time to think about the number of males that had tried the exact same approach, and in their cases, most of them were pressing a greater amount of weight, without the help of a machine to keep them from getting crushed beneath a cold combination of steel, and their own ambition.

When bright, blue eyes looked over to Roger, the head that held them only stopped when Roxi was able to get a good, long look at the smile that Roger was trying to maintain.

It wasn't the reaction that he was hoping for, perhaps, but Roxi paused and lifted both of her palms to her face and tried not to giggle.

"Are...are you being serious right now?"

Pumping a second and third rep of the weight that Roger wasn't sure he was going to be able to do a single time, he felt a sense of pride in his accomplishments, both the repetitions, and the fact that he was able to get Roxi to stop for him.

"I k-know! It's a l-lot of weight, hnnnf...right?!"

The fact that Roger was struggling so mightily with the machine caused Roxi to snort behind her lifting gloves. Her eyes shut as she tried not to laugh any louder, not wanting to distract other patrons of the gym with her outburst, but she was losing her composure, and very quickly, Roger was losing his confidence.

With a downtrodden sigh, Roger let the weight come back down to a resting position and set his hands down in his lap. "Okay, okay...so it isn't that much weight. I get it."

"No, it's not that!" Roxi quickly tried to correct herself, able to see that she'd hurt Roger's feelings. "It's just... no one smiles like that when they're doing a bench press, and your face looked hilarious. I'm sorry..."

Roger was more focused on keeping a friendly smile on his face than he was with actually lifting the weights, themselves, and that alone was a clue to how hard he was crushing on Roxi.

That being said, she was at least a little flattered that a male would go to such a length just to get her attention, and for the sake of his feelings, she crossed her arms over her chest and stayed in place.

"Look; don't let it get you down, stranger. I've seen your face around here, and we all start somewhere...you shouldn't expect to be lifting with the big boys after just a month or two."

Able to hear the pity in Roxi's voice, Roger tried not to sigh again, but he at least picked his chin up from his own chest and looked up to meet with Roxi's bright, friendly gaze. "With a body like mine, I don't think I'll ever be lifting like those guys do."

"It's more about the practice than the body, dude. You've just gotta keep at it!"

"Easy for you to say."

"Yeah, it is, because I've actually done it...so if you're gonna whine about how hard it is, go tell someone who was a little more sympathy to give."

Wearing her emotions on her sleeve, it was easy for Roger to get the impression that Roxi wasn't the type to fish for a compliment from. He quickly accepted how lucky he was to have received a kind word from her at all, and when he thought back of how well his foolish, ham-fisted plan worked, he allowed tiny traces of that smile to return to his face.

"You are pretty athletic. I've seen you lifting around here...some of the guys can't even hang with you."

"Nice to know that there's still a few people who appreciate me for my abilities, instead of my looks," Roxi murmured, though she'd been given that line plenty of times by other gym patrons who were just looking for a good time. "Though, I'd be a hypocrite if I was only talking to you because of that goofy smile, instead of appreciating what you can do when you're on the bench."

Roger cast his eyes of chocolate brown to the floor. "I can't really do much at this point, though..."

"Keep working at it."

"Huh?"

Roxi reached out and put a hand on Roger's shoulder. From where he sat, he could easily see her cleavage threatening to spill out of the tight, straining sports bra upon her chest, and though he tried to hide it, his eyes took a slow, lazy walk down her body, across her exposed midriff, and right to the tight, tiny shorts that contained her rump.

"You're never gonna make it anywhere in the gym if you give up now, and I can already tell that you're the kind of guy who needs a little extra motivation. If I'm gonna be here on a daily basis, I'd better see you hitting the machines every day too; got it?"

Though Roger was the kind of guy to look past an obvious come on, and on occasion, make a mountain out of a molehill, he had a feeling that he was right on about his thoughts on Roxi.

She's totally flirting with me, he thought. There's no way that she's treated other guys like this. Like...are girls just that nice to everybody? Not all of them are, I don't think...

Overthinking her affection was the worst thing he could have done, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise; his thoughts kept him silent, and he just smiled up at Roxi as she gave his shoulder an uneasy rub, curious at his silence.

"Uh...dude?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Roger was already thinking up all of the terrible fantasies that his mind would allow him to, and his survival instincts would have been doubly thankful that he was pressing weight on a machine, instead of a flat bench.

"O-oh, sorry! Yeah...I'll definitely come here more often. I'll keep up with you before too long!"

"Don't get cocky. You've got a long way to go before you're up to my level, dude."

Roger wasn't sure if the words were an offer of company, or a challenge. He knew that his response could dictate their entire relationship moving forward, and though he'd never been the smoothest with his words, or the boldest with his moves, he truly believed that all of his time in the gym would have been a waste if he blew this moment.

He sucked in a deep sigh and reached up a sweaty, trembling palm and rested it upon Roxi's hand, keeping it on his shoulder.

"A date in the woods out back says that you can't out-lift me."

Just when Roxi thought she'd heard every pick-up line in the book, Roger threw her a curveball, but all the same, she was ready for it.

She was also far too prideful to turn down the challenge.

"You know what? I know I can outlift you, but I'm gonna give you that date, just because you had the balls to challenge me...but not before I embarrass you in front of everyone here."

Roger was so busy being excited about the first part of Roxi's statement that he almost didn't hear the end of it, and his wide, happy grin was quick to fade as Roxi stood upright.

"W-wait. What?"

"Oh, yeah. You wanna go on a date with me? You're gonna have to prove that you can handle dating someone who's stronger than you," Roxi pointed out, and already, some of the larger males in the gym were starting to gather as she gripped Roger by the smooth, tight fabric of his athletic tank top and pulled him toward an open flat bench.

"Look, I don't think this is nece-

"Oh, it's very necessary. What's your name, dude?"

"It's Roger, but I don't th-

" HEY, EVERYONE! Who thinks that I can out-lift Roger?"

Just a few onlookers quickly grew into a crowd that would have put anyone under pressure, but Roxi was used to the spotlight, and would have been in her element regardless.

Roger, on the other hand, was sitting on the bench, trembling with nerves and looking up at a long, thick bar of iron, free from any machines.

"We'll start at 135, free weights. Show me what you can do."

A few members of the crowd were more than happy to throw a pair of 45 pound weights onto the bar, and it was only then that Roger realized what a mistake it was to lift on the guided machines without keeping a track of his progress.

He had no idea if he'd even be able to lift the weight as he reached up and wrapped his shaking fingers around it, and he could see Roxi snickering over the top of him as she gripped the bar with her own hands.

"Don't worry...I won't let it crush you, but if you want that date, you'd better at least try to move this thing on your own."

Roger felt like an animal in a zoo exhibit, being gazed upon by the masses of people that would taunt him for failing to do the simplest of tasks.

He'd also never tried to lift weights without a guide before, and though he was able to get the bar off of the rack...he barely held it in the air for a moment before his arms buckled, and the weight came down to slam upon his chest.

**

"Look on the bright side: if we end up working out as an item, it'll be a fun story to tell our kids some day!"

Male or female, Roxi could appreciate just how embarrassed someone in Roger's shoes would be, and she was trying to keep his ego intact as she took a quick stroll behind the gym with him, sipping casually at a sports drink and wiping a little sweat from her brow.

"It's only our first date," Roger muttered, "And I'm pretty sure that if we did have kids, they'd make fun of me for that story every bit as much as the guys in the gym did!"

"There's more to life than lifting weights, Roger; it's probably just not your thing," Roxi suggested, realizing by now that Roger was likely only hanging around to try and score a date with her. "And I like it when someone has more than one dimension to their life. What else do you do?"

"You mean, other than pretending to be in good shape?"

Roxi giggled. "Yes, other than that."

"Well, I'm more into lifting a controller than lifting a weight," Roger admitted, "And while I do wish I was in better shape, I don't know if I'll ever get to your level."

"Almost all guys like video games," Roxi pointed out, as the new pair made their way further and further into the woods behind the gym, moving away from the warm and welcoming embrace of modern society. "Give me something more than that."

'Something more' was a vague concept, and Roger never expected that he'd make it this far.

When he blurted out "I'm a virgin and a furry," he didn't realize that he might have sent Roxi running for the hills, if she was even a tick less understanding than she actually was.

"Uhm...that's...fairly specific!" Roxi finally did manage a reply, though her stride came to a stop as she looked down at the bottle of sports drink in her palm. "You worked pretty hard in there, Roger. Do you need a sip?"

Roger was still sweating just a little bit from his failed efforts, and though he wasn't sure about swapping germs with someone just after talking to them for the first time, he figured he could just keep his lips away from the rim.

"Sure, Roxi. Thank you."

Once the sweet, yellow liquid splashed past his lips and swirled around over the surface of his dry, eager tongue, Roger forgot all about his germ related concerns. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging with delight as the artificial fluid quenched his thirst, and he smiled brightly at Roxi in his thanks.

"Someone gives you a platform, and you just turn into an open book, dontcha?"

"I guess it's pretty rare that anyone cares what I have to say, really...and most girls run for the border when they hear that. It's like being a virgin is a cancer or something."

Roxi tried to hide a snicker behind her open palm as she watched Roger sipping away happily at her sports drink. "And the furry thing is some kind of an aphrodisiac?"

"Well, no...it's not just about sex-

"I know what a furry is," Roxi cut him off, quickly rolling her eyes. "I was being sarcastic about how many people are into the furry thing. Trust me...I get it."

Roger couldn't begin to find a comparison for the luck he felt. "Wait. Wait. You're a furry?"

"Well, I wouldn't really go that far, but..."

Roger cocked a brow as he took another mindless sip from the sports drink, nearly emptying the container that Roxi was carrying.

"But...?"

"Well, furries are big fans of that werewolf stuff, right?"

Tilting his head and handing the bottle back, Roger nodded. "I'm pretty sure a werewolf would be a dream come true for most furries, yes."

Roxi was the type of girl who was quick to wear a grin, but her lips were curled in a downright eager fashion as she took the bottle back from Roger and set it on the ground. There was coverage from the trees in every direction, and Roger was so enamored with her company that he never even bothered to see how far away from the gym she was taking him.

"Maybe you'll be the first guy who doesn't go running for the hills, then."

In a day that was full of firsts for Roger, he was able to add watching fur grow on the forearms of a female to that list, and even that would have been acceptable, if not for the fact that her grin was growing wider, quite literally.

"Any guy stupid enough to run the other direction from you doesn't deserve you," Roger immediately went the romantic route, but his words rang hollow when his expression turned, and his face twisted up in fear. "But...that's...that's a...neat...? A neat trick, yeah..."

There were no polite words that Roger could find to describe the changes that Roxi was undergoing. Her normal, square teeth began growing jagged in her smirk, and as wide as it was growing, the grin was getting closer to Roger, despite his lack of understanding.

He was caught between believing that his dream was literally coming true before his eyes, and wondering if that reality was going to be anywhere as wonderful as the fantasy he made it out to be.

"It's no trick, Roger, and you might want to get used to the idea."

Short, manicured nails began growing out from Roxi's fingertips, curling down over the ends of her digits and sharpening of their own volition as Roger stood and watched, unaware that he'd already consumed the same poison that cursed Roxi with the curse before him.

"Don't get me wrong, I...I'm totally into the idea of doing it with a wolfess, but...this is...kinda sudden, isn't it?"

"I didn't figure that a wimpy virgin would have a problem with a wolfess taking him out in the woods to fuck his brains out," Roxi muttered, knowing that she couldn't keep a lid on her sexual frustration much longer, "And I even went the extra mile and poisoned your drink...so that you could get the full experience."

Roger was so busy watching fur spread across Roxi's shoulders and under the tight, clasping confines of her bra that he didn't even notice the thick, rugged hair that was spreading across his own arms and moving under the tight, sweat-clinging tank top that he wore to the gym that day.

He'd barely even noticed the way that his ears were traveling up the sides of his own head and migrating to the top of his skull as his flesh literally shifted in a rapid transformation, aided by the sheer quantity of tainted liquid he'd consumed.

In hindsight, it was a foolish mistake on the part of Roger, who began trembling in place as Roxi stepped a little bit closer to him, her hips swaying with an unnaturally wide and sensual gait.

"Speechless again, Roger? I truly expected more of you, after you ran your mouth like a leaky faucet...what's got you all clogged up now, hm?"

The fact that Roger was slowly turning into the animal of his dreams didn't change the fact that he was a virgin, and even as his sense of smell heightened to the point that he could literally catch the desire radiating from Roxi's sex, he didn't know what to do with his body, or how to approach her about initiating a mating.

He was in luck that she was long overdue with her desire, and willing to do all of the work for him, so long as he was a good boy and played along.

"Roxi, this...this is all way too much to spring on me so suddenly! I...I can't-

Even if Roger had words to say, he would have been left speechless by the sudden touch of a pair of lips against his own, forceful and passionate beyond anything he'd ever known before. His face was clumsy at the very least, and he was struggling to control his muscles as his nose and jaw began stretching outward to form a muzzle, but the constantly changing Roxi wouldn't give him the chance to relax, or even adjust.

She was in control of the moment, and she wanted him to know that from the very beginning.

Oh no...no no no! What if I can't last for her? What if I'm not big enough? What if she's had someone better?!

Roger didn't allow the skillful, delicious set of lips that worked so delicately against his own to stop his mental panic, but he tried the best that he could to keep up with Roxi and her passionate advances. Right as he thought he'd figured out the pace of her kiss, she switched things up on him by sliding a hand down the front of his shirt toward his crotch, and as skillful digits gripped his cock through his shorts, he could feel her fingers growing thicker and softer as they shifted into paws, and his member, for all of the vitality that it contained, began shrinking back toward his body.

He was going to be a fully canine male, whether he liked it or not.

"It's...kind of odd, isn't it?" Roxi asked, able to feel Roger's manhood shifting back into his body as his genital flesh began to mimic that of a feral canine. "Trying to adjust to the sensation of being so primal...it takes some time, Roger. I'm sure you'll get used to it."

Roger could feel Roxi teasing his growing muzzle with each word that she spoke. Her lips stayed just close enough to his own that every breath she released tickled and teased over his changing flesh, until his muzzle finally took a permanent shape, and his entire manhood was contained within the warm, fuzzy confines of a proper sheath.

The tip of that length was quick to jump back out of the sheath when Roxi took a bold, tight grip of his sack through his shorts and fondled each of his balls, wanting to fire up the timid virgin as much as she could before she got to the main event.

"Roxi, are we r-really doing this right here? Right now?!" Roger was still able to ask, as if the wolfess had any intention of stopping her assault.

His question, along with his nerves about the moment, was completely ignored, and the attack continued, as Roxi began to growl with a low, rumbling delight from the back of her throat.

The brilliantly red locks of hair upon her head reflected the form that she took, and as her fur coat continued to fill in, Roger was just able to spy a slim strip of cream across her underbelly, surrounded otherwise by bright, fiery shades of red fur, with just the tiniest hint of brown to balance out the color.

Her paws were fully developed, her muzzle was wrinkled with sexual frustration, and her chest continued to fluff up and grow with the rest of her body, until Roger could hear the sound of fabric straining further and further...until it finally ripped apart.

Riiiiiiip, the sound was clear as a bell to his new, canine ears, and he became quite aware of the other changes upon his figure as the sound set his backside into a quick, eager wag.

A small nub of plain, bare flesh was poking against the back of his gym shorts and tenting the fabric as his tail began to grow, and that nub turned into a blur as he watched the tight, concealing fabric of Roxi's sports bra rip right apart before it fell to the ground.

The fur was parted just enough that Roger could still see her nipples standing up through the fur, proud, erect, and desperate for attention that he wasn't qualified to give.

"That's good enough..."

Roger flickered an ear, though it was purely the reaction of a body that he could barely control. "Wh...what's good enough?"

" You."

Roger's tail exploded out from the back of his body, bursting through the seams of his shorts and quickly darkening with a fresh coat of fur. In the very next moment, as it wagged uncontrollably behind him, Roxi tackled him right to the ground, her breath spilling over the end of his muzzle in warm, steamy pants.

Her claws made short work of her tight, clinging gym shorts, and even if Roger were truly in despair, he couldn't have imagined an escape from the moment.

Roxi literally controlled his sexual destiny, and though he wasn't sure if he liked the idea or not, he wasn't going to question it.

"Put it in me...or hold still and let me fuck it!"

Such a demanding female...such a needy female seemed to be the stuff of legends to Roger, but as the rigid, stiff flesh of his cock stood a stark, throbbing red against the cream color of his underbelly, it enticed Roxi to make the next move, leaving him in even greater disbelief of her actions.

Shredded tatters of shorts and panties fell to the side as Roxi straddled the fallen werewolf and spread her thighs over either side of his own. She gripped the base of his canine member without hesitation, brushed the dripping folds of her labia against the tip, and with a grin that could kill an ordinary man, she set herself down upon the first few inches, stealing Roger's virginity without the least bit of regard for his wishes.

Naturally, his every dream was coming true in that same instant, and his protests, weak as they would have been, would have been entirely the product of some meaningless, false purity.

This...this is sex? This is how great it feels?

Why in the fuck didn't I try harder to get this before?!

No amount of masturbation, no level of skill with the wrist, no sex toy could ever compare to the sensation of being fully immersed in a heated female, and from even just a couple of inches being submerged, Roger wondered how he made it so far into his adult life without ever experiencing such a thing.

His virginity was literally being taken from him, and forcefully, at that, and he didn't have even an ounce of a problem with it.

"Fine...f-fucking lay there and let me take what I need!" Roxi commanded, knowing that Roger would be able to smell the thickness of her arousal on the air, even if he didn't fully understand it, yet. She'd been a victim of the tainted sports drink for far longer than Roger had, and as a result, her body was stricken with a greater sense of need than he could possibly understand...and mating with humans, as difficult as that was, was never quite enough to satisfy her.

The feeling of a warm, tapered canine tip gliding into the pits of her sex, and the thicker, fuller shaft of the same was just doing the trick for Roxi, and she leaned over Roger's submitted body and dug her claws into his chest as her transformation came to a head at the same time as his own.

A passerby would have been shocked and impressed at the sight of a pair of werewolves mating in the woods, and without the experience to keep up, Roger felt his body jostled and bounced against the ground as Roxi pounded her hips down into his own with an inhuman vigor, knowing that she could literally milk what she needed out of him, if she was determined enough.

"Roxi, is t-this...is this safe?" he just managed to ask through meager, panting moans, having one last sane thought about pregnancy before his mind was completely lost to a pleasure that overrode any sense of logic or rationality.

Roxi, for her part, wasn't the least bit worried about any sort of consequences after the fact, and perhaps, she should have been...

...But the trails of feminine arousal that drizzled down from her cunt with such a volume that they soaked Roger right down to the delicate fuzz upon his sack made it clear that she was living in the moment.

"I...I don't think werewolves are fertile," she lied, unsure, and uncaring about the consequences of knotting herself to Roger. "And there's only one thing that's g-gonna end this fucking heat, so...gimme..."

Nerves kept Roger from climaxing just a second longer, but they were no match for the tight, skillful muscles of Roxi's womanhood, or the demanding nature of her person.

"Wh...give you w-what?!" Roger asked, though his voice quickly faded into an exclaimed gasp of pleasure as Roxi clenched down tightly on the tip of his cock.

His knot began to emerge in the very next moment, and Roxi allowed a silly, lust-drunk grin to spread over her muzzle as she pounded down with such force that she nearly bruised Roger's hips in the act.

"Gimme...that...f-fucking knot!" she demanded of him, knowing that he couldn't possibly ignore her orders. She had him on a string, literally tugging him along at whatever pace she pleased, and as her inner walls fluttered with orgasmic delight, she required one more thing of him...

And it sunk inside of her with a sticky, quiet schlip, filling her sex with a wide, delicious bulb of unabashedly canine flesh.

"Cum..."

Roger's head was tossed back to the ground as he moaned silently, though he would have asked what Roxi meant, and she knew it.

She simply ordered him again, as her inner muscles milked at the canine rod within her sex. " Cum inside of me, damn it!"

The frame of the male werewolf was nearly being beaten into the soft, comforting dirt under his back as Roxi slammed her hips into his body, giving him a virgin voyage that he'd never be able to beat. His voice was completely lost to a nigh silent, canine whimper as strand after strand of warm, milky cum sprayed from the tip of his cock and filled Roxi, uncaring of the possible consequences, and unaware that she was hoping the seed would take within her.

The workout that they shared in the gym couldn't possibly compare to their romp in the woods, and Roger was panting for minutes, even after he felt what he thought was the last of his seed pouring into Roxi's womb.

He was getting a crash course on canine anatomy, as more and more virile ejaculate spread across her sex and painted her insides, and all the while, her body squeezed at his knot, milking it for every drop it could give.

Don't you go joining another gym, Roger, Roxi thought, as she began to slump over Roger's chest. Fully regressed to her canine instincts, she nibbled and bit down on his neck, leaving small marks upon his fur and flesh to signify her territory.

You're a wimp...but you're MY wimp.