Hitting The Showers
A clink as he carefully set the weights down, and Ransom was finally done. The donkey sat up on the bench, catching his breath for a moment as he puffed steam. The shift in position sent the rivers of sweat pouring off his body running all down him, whirling through the crevices in his toned, fit form. It ran cool all down his sides as it sweltered under his arms. His balls were slathered in it, as they bulged hugely behind the shorts that hugged them. He was outright dripping onto the floor when he stood, and wiping down the bench he'd just been stretched across was pretty much a lost cause.
All the musky heat emanating off of the big guys and gals around him wasn't helping, their many sweaty scents mingling into a great big head-swimming cocktail by the day's end. And there were so many huge, muscled bodies around him to admire. While he couldn't compare to the unrestrained beefiness of some of the other guys around him, all his hard work was making for great progress in the form of some bulk and firmness all over. His arms showed muscle, he had nicely flattened his tummy, firmed his chest. He was looking good.
Maybe it was the way he'd been firming up his body, or maybe it was just the utterly unavoidable lewdness of his massive bulge of balls and soft equine sheath swinging damp in his shorts, but either way he spotted a pair of eyes on him when he stood. It put a smile on his lips when he saw who it was. The great big lion was one of the most impressive sights around the gym, all handsome mane and tawny fur and immaculately toned and perfected bulk. And looking right at him, staring even! At least until he noticed the returned gaze and quickly looked away, going back to his cooldown routine, stretching and puffing.
That made Ransom outright grin. He didn't say anything, didn't even approach, instead just going jiggling and swishing on his way to the change rooms. Which were quite empty at present. As he passed by the big cat, he paused just a second to stop and huff a great big lungful of potent lion musk, plenty warm and rich from the hours of built-up heat around all the other sweaty bodies. The thick-maned fellow smelled warm and comforting, like fresh-glazed caramel apples on a crisp fall day. Or maybe that was being a bit generous. Mostly, he smelled like sweat. Pleasant, either way.
It wasn't long that Ransom had trotted into the locker room that he was no longer alone in there. The lion moved quietly on his soft paws, but he was still obviously present without having to look. The warmth was some of it, and so was that sultry little rumble of interest he made. Not exactly a purr - it was too uneven for that, more of a breathy in and out sound, rurr rurr rurr. Ransom turned around and gave the lion a smile.
"Soo... gym's clearing out, looks like," he said. "You're Terry, right?"
"You got it. And you're Ran... Rah... Ram... crap."
"Ransom!"
"Right! I knew that." Terry returned the smile, a great big lion grin with all those shiny teeth.
"Of course you did! So. Looks like we both need a shower, hm?"
As he spoke, Ransom made a show of flitting his eyes up and down all that lion beef as it silently dripped a constant stream of sweat from all his tufted places.
"Yup. Good thing there's so much room in there! We can both go in at once."
They exchanged a glance once they were done looking up and down each other. Holding that for a time, they remained stone-faced, steady, just staring at one another. But the lion's lip was quivering just a little as he fought to keep from smiling too much. Then Terry snorted, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, muffling his laughter. Ransom kept a mostly straight face.
"What! We're doing great, come on, don't laugh."
"I can't help it! I'm never good at this!" Terry's chuckles heaved his great big chest.
Finally, Ransom let slip a laugh of his own. "Okay okay. Well. Wanna fuck in the shower?"
"Yes! Absolutely. Let's do it."
The mood just didn't seem right for a strip tease, and so they instead took to unceremoniously stripping from their sweaty clothes, with some effort. Tight tops clung to their every muscle, highlighting their chest, their abs, their shoulders through the weakened layer of near-translucent fabric, bathed in their collective masculine scents. It took some tugging, some effort, and even a cat like Terry didn't exactly look elegant trying to force his shirt over his maned head without tearing it off of him. Ransom had a little more luck with his shirt, not quite sporting the same tremendous pecs as Terry, but once he got down to those shorts there was plenty of hopping around on his hooves to be had. Even with them relaxing so loosely on him, giving himself plenty of room, they were still so tightly stuck to his sweaty hide almost as if glued. Eventually he had to sit just to stretch his legs out and pull them off, revealing his sheath and balls with a generous, sweat-flinging bounce during all the motion.
Terry paused mid-undressing, foot hovering as he stepped out of his shorts, to look over at that juicy donkey meat so casually unveiled in front of him. He stared for far more than was polite, holding that pose, before finally snapping out of it. His own gear couldn't compare of course, but he had a nice plump sheath that promised good things to come, bouncing softly as he discarded his clothes somewhere safe and rose once more. When they were stripped clean but for their musk and fur, they strode together towards the steamy tiled shower room.
The humidity immediately struck Ransom, highlighting the sweat sheen that clung to his short-haired body. Plus it made the thick-furred heat coming off of Terry so potent the donkey was practically swimming in it. He took a moment to bask in the big lion's presence. Despite the absolute heft of the muscular cat, the bulges of his muscles so taut they could probably deflect bullets, his fluffy mane and various dark tufts still made him seem so very soft. Just a pillow of a big kitty.
Ransom was so allured that he ended up gravitating right towards him, not even really thinking, just moving. That soon left him pushing his snout directly into that mane that had so attracted him. Terry didn't seem at all surprised, just softly smiling and running a hand down the donkey's slick back, tugging him a little closer. It was simply something he had to do. And seeing as the lion didn't mind, he buried himself in that mane, finding it just as soft and silky, if slightly soaked, as he had hoped. And in it there was such a richly feline scent, one that Ransom was more than happy to savour as he sucked in long, heavy breaths through his nose, sniffing his way through that well-groomed fur, filling up on lion musk until it was like a meal, warmly resting inside of him.
Terry was more than receptive to having his warm scent stolen away in generous huffs, but he explored the form of his new friend some firm touches. The short claws on the ends of his fingers made for a gentle scritch running deep through the short hairs over Ransom's hide, sending a tingle up his spine and right to his scalp as the scraping sensation combined with the wonderful sound of claws against skin. It made him snort out, his breath still steaming, his gasp hot with the heat of lion musk.
That momentary gasp gave the cunning cat the opportunity he needed to seize control of the donkey. He dug his fingers into Ransom's shoulder blades, grasping so tight that he felt himself nearly leaving his hooves. For at least a second, completely under the big lion's spell, dominated by his strength. Terry didn't have anything especially devious in mind, and simply dipped his head down to the captive donk to mash his lips up against the other pair. The lion's own were soft and soon slippery, meeting Ransom's own with a wet schlurp, soon wetter, and louder, as Terry extended his tingly tongue.
The sandpaper texture cats could boast of was intense enough dragging against skin, but it almost outright tickled as it dragged wet and hot over Ransom's own tongue. He stood transfixed, his head tipped back and his eyes closed, letting Terry's breath mix with his own as he wrapped his lips around that tongue and sucked the tingles right off of it. The dull scrape of hundreds of flexible barbs massaged the drool out of him, making that overpowering kiss wetter, louder, dripping drool between their sweaty muzzles.
As they tasted each other, Ransom's sheath dropped heavily, filling out and pulling back with a lewd, slick sound of sweat. The head of his cock was soaked before it had even slid all the way out, basking in his musk and rising into the steamy air. They didn't even need the showers on to steam up the room together, the sheer humidity of their bodies doing plenty enough. Dropped and swinging between his thighs at full length, Ransom's cock twitched and began to fill out even more to its massive, huggable size as he leaned in to rub it against Terry. From thigh all the way up to near his chest he went, and he only got harder just feeling the soft and soaking fur gliding smoothly over every firming ebon inch.
All of that nicely smeared a marking scent of donkey into the relatively pristine cat. Even all drenched and worked out like that, it was obvious what good care he took of himself. And Ransom was ruining that entirely with every sultry grind, humping him soon enough and getting no protest. Terry's cock wasn't nearly the size of Ransom's, but he was hung for a lion, or just in general really. A thick, smooth pink shaft, standing tall out of its sheath as he pressed it between Ransom's dripping nuts and began to rub. Back and forth, up and down, even thrusting a little, making those potent, stuffed balls bounce for him.
When Ransom was fully hard, fully engorged to his excessive size, Terry just put his hands around that cock. It took the fully grip of both hands, fingers stretched out, to encompass that veiny black donkey dick, but he gripped tight and tugged it, pulling the dark skin up and down as it flexed over the veins and bulges and central ring. Pre bubbled out of his broad slit, thicker by the moment until it was gaining distance from the sheer force of throbs running from flare to nuts, milked out by the lion's lusty squeezes, massaging deep into the engorged meat until he was covered in it from broad, tawny chest down to his thighs. Even with all the sweat, all the musk in the air and on his fur, the mark of Ransom's pre clung thicker, marked deeper than anything up to that point. It made him somehow even more soaked.
Though a minute or two of steamy, musky grinding into one another and they came upon a silent quandary. Just who was going to fuck who? Both those shafts were in need of attention, with Terry's too painting watery lines up and down the bend of Ransom's dick. They rubbed on one another like they were duelling, while they held each other close and worked their hips. Ransom wasn't as tall as Terry, but his tip almost met the lion's mane, and while it bobbed hotly in front of him, he leaned down to give it a solid slurp. Again the texture of his tongue was nearly enough to floor the donkey, leaving him quivering just a bit as that rough slurp washed all around his cockslit, stealing away all those thick gobs of potent pre, mashing them into Terry's mouth before he just swallowed it down.
And Ransom would have been happy to just let the lion suck him off, if he could somehow figure to get all that dark donkey meat past his lips. But with both of them so hard, so in need, he had a better idea than a little one-sided pleasure.
"You wanna fuck my cock?"'
"Pardon?" was Terry's immediate reaction, not entirely sure if he heard right.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it'll fit," Ransom teased, given their size difference. "And I loooove how it feels."
The lion's briefly confused expression became a grin, one slightly less elegant than usual given the mussed fur of his muzzle and chin. Lions were dignified and all, but they lost some of it when they had donkey pre on their face.
"Okay. Yeah. Yeaaah." He tugged on that fat cock in front of him, carefully testing its flexibility. "Never cummed in someone's balls before. But then, never dealt with a cock quite like yours before either."
Though it was fattened with arousal, Ransom's cock could still flex downwards enough to line up with Terry's own. He stepped back, a bit shaky on his hooves, clattering against the floor as he steadied himself, then just giving up and backing into a damp shower wall. Guiding Terry along with him, he lined himself up with the cat's throbbing meat, until the two of them were gushing pre onto each other's tips, just swirling smoothly around the silky, lubed skin.
Then Ransom just leaned back, his arms spread against the wall behind him. Though it was by his own admission Terry's first time doing this kind of thing, Ransom trusted the big guy to get it right. So he relinquished control of his fat cock to the lion, as Terry took hold of it about three-fourths up its many inches, steadying it, keeping it in place while his wet grinding found that broad slit at the centre. He was hesitant at first, easing into it very slowly, making sure it wasn't hurting the donkey. But a mere inch inside and he was already snorting, already rumbling with how good it felt to fuck a bigger, fatter dick. So deeper he went.
The intense heat and messy pre meant that the inside of his cock felt amazing to sink into, as Terry made his way inside, slowly. He felt it clench around him with every beat of the donkey's heart, outlining the shape of his shaft as he worked it in. The massage was so intense, working down his every inch, that he nearly buckled, releasing one hand from that shaft to plant it against the wall in front of him, keeping his balance.
When he sunk balls-deep, he thudded softly, breathing sharply in Ransom's face. The donkey just responded with an extended bray, lips parted wide, eyes shut tight. Not for any sort of discomfort. His cock could stand up to a lot. Rather for the sensation of wet, pulsing lion dick wedged tight in his shaft, bulging its way nearly a full foot down its length. Which was only a fraction of the equine's length, but given the powerful cat was soon pumping that meat back and forth, sinking himself in so firmly as to almost push his balls inside in the process, those inches could do a lot.
It also meant that as the pre Ransom was giving off grew thicker, until it was copious enough to compare to cumming, it had nowhere to go but to squelch out along the sides of Terry's meat, spraying out the sides with a splish of sound where it made it. That mess ran down Terry's thighs, but didn't slow him down any as he worked up a pounding thrust before long, putting those well-worn but tremendous muscles to work. The pressure of plunging his prick into the trapped and accumulating pre meant it was coming out in lewdly loud squirts, the mess just accumulating until it was literally pooling beneath the two of them. The sure-footed lion kept from slipping as he continued to fuck the donkey's cock like he were mounting him properly, splattering steaming fluids in a generous vicinity, soaking into the tiles below and running slowly towards the drains.
Ransom just fucked right back, not content to just stand there and be taken, as much as the burly cat inspired such thoughts. He flexed and he thrust, watching the bulge of lion cock sliding back and forth beneath his slick and veined flesh. The dull thud of hips and nuts against his flared tip sent a shockwave all the way down to his balls, as they tensed and tightened, wanting almost on their own to just cum already, but the donkey wasn't ready. He wanted to get them nice and full, first. So he bucked with a snort, waving them back and forth, slurping down Terry's shaft and squeezing hard on it, as hard as he could, watching the lion's face for the reaction he wanted.
It was just what he expected. A short gasp at the clench at first, followed by the slow wrinkle of a snarl spreading over his lips and features, drawing out his fangs as saliva clung to them. The lion's guttural rumble was absolutely floor-shaking, it was nearly deafening from such a short distance. He showed his dripping fangs and he gave a few last jerking thrusts, bereft of their previous control and precision, jamming himself in deep to that cock, until he rowled out a surprisingly shrill noise amid all his rumbling and came hard down the donkey's shaft.
Ransom felt the wetness first, the sheer weight of the thick load as it gushed at high pressure all down his dick, and beyond. After that, the heat of it hit him, an intense, hot sensation of pure lion cream spreading all the way down and past the base of his shaft until it was mingling with his own hot cum. The climax was like a dozen milked together, outright bulging its way down the silky black shaft until it was sagging his balls with the weight of it all. The lion huffed and rurrphed in his face, spitting on him as he emptied his own balls into the donkey's, filling his nuts up with lion cum, creating an even bigger load threatening to be squeezed out of him at any moment by his body's clenches. And the tighter he squeezed, unable to control himself at how good it felt to have his member filled, the more Terry came, until he was thrusting dry and grunting hard, barely managing a dribble with the last few convulsions down his spine and tail.
His breath caught in mere moments, Terry pulled back, letting his cock drop partly soft as a waterfall of mixed seed splatted down to the floor, the impact sending splashes as high as Ransom's belly. He was left standing there, drenched and shaking, his cock so hard and his balls so full he was having trouble standing. And Terry, the big cat he was, was hard again himself in no more than a few seconds. He smirked and licked his chops, then just bent forth with teasing slowness, to lick across that glistening tip once more, his tongue working in lavish strokes, bringing back those tingles so intense they were almost numbing.
"Mmm... you taste even better now. I bet you're going to cum big, after my contribution."
"Nnngh..."
"I could probably stroke you off... get you off pretty quick." Terry was just loving this. "But I think I prefer to just lick a little."
"I need to... I need to CUM..." Ransom whimpered, his muscles all taut, tension strong all over.
His balls were squeezing hard against his body, and all he needed to do was relax just a little and he'd be spurting a load big enough to mark down the entire room. But he could go even bigger than that. Even better.
"I need YOU," he shouted, and he just went for it. He grabbed Terry by the main and gave him a hard shove.
Though the cat was bigger and stronger than him, his aroused curiosity kept him from resisting such a sudden, rough gesture. Fingers running through the tufted hairs of his mane always felt good, too. Even if it was being yanked on. Ransom's surge of greed had him pushing the lion's head down hard, until his muzzle was squished against that flexing cockslit he'd so recently fucked full. His cock itself was still brimming with their juices, and he was producing even more pre to go with it. That meant that when he shoved again, and enveloped Terry from nose to chin in donkey dick, it was almost as if he was immersing him in their sexy fluids.
That certainly got the lion's tufted tail twitching. Just what was that donkey up to? He was quivering, manic with lust, with the need to cum. If he went off right then, Terry would have been forced to drink it all down, or perhaps just blasted right across the room, slipping and sliding all the way. But that wasn't the plan. Instead, Ransom just kept shoving, as he bucked his hips and flexed his muscles, starting to take over the whole of Terry's head with his shaft. It made for a great big bulge of surprised feline features, but he wasn't struggling. He was consuming the lion, flattening down his elegant mane into a sopping rag of fur stuck to his head as he sealed him in right down to his neck.
Terry's response was a generous throb of his cock to the point it thumped his belly. Oh really now, this was what the donkey wanted with him? The only question was whether he'd manage to get him down before his brimming orgasm bulging in his balls erupted out of him and ruined all his progress. It was like being loaded into a cannon, unstable, ready to blow, but with focus Ransom managed to just keep on devouring his sudden choice of cock-prey.
The clenches of his cock were more powerful than any shoving or thrusting he could hope to do, and he only faintly groped over the lion's muscled back as his dick began to stretch and take his broad, masculine shoulders. Certainly that would be the hardest part, and rest would all slide smoothly inside. The weight of him too was hard to hold onto, but it was like his cock had simply awoken, had taken on its own life in search of something to devour. And a hot, bulky lion with all his muscles to bulge down behind black flesh, and with mane and tufts of fur to massage every inner inch, he was perfect.
Terry's paws remained on the floor, slipping slightly as the tremendous squeezes dragged him inside at frightening speed. To think that all that power, all that mighty cat could be so soundly defeated, was imposing. It also was maintaining a throb in his cock that didn't go away even as the stretching cockslit schlurp and schlorped its way over his chest and abdomen. All the bumps and shapes of his muscles made for a pleasant rubbing, and they looked sexy outlined in the donkey's shaft as it dripped with sweat to the floor beneath. It was a strain, an effort, but every inch of lion claimed felt better, brought him closer to what he knew would be an almost destructive orgasm.
Another overpowering throb, and he lifted the lion from his feet, holding him in the air through the sheer force of his arousal. He did keep him stead with a grip on his thighs, but it was hardly necessary. Ransom sclucked his cock right over Terry's own, pressing it tight to his body, grinding between wet inner flesh and his own middle, as he humped and dripped his way down. Another considerable obstacle came in the form of the kitty's big rump, but that was in, and then it was just long, athletic legs all the way down.
Now Terry's face was pushing into the intense heat of the donkey's balls, where musk churned up fresh and potent and heat brought forth a rain of lion sweat. It was far too intense on his senses to last, but the way they were loudly glorped and glurking all around him hinted that he wouldn't have to sustain that sensory assault for long. His mane, already soaked to the point of ruined, soon became a crown of clinging cum as he was dunked under the surface of a rising pool, thick and sloppy. What was going on outside hardly mattered to him anymore, with his thighs and tufty tailtip being dragged past the ring of hungry cockslit stretched around him. Now it was just donkey musk, and heat far too much for such a furry beast.
As the last inches of his prey disappeared down his shaft, Ransom fell back with the weight between his thighs sagging his balls nearly to the floor. He slid down the wall and sat in the puddle they had made together. It was sweat, it was cum, it was pre, it was drool. Everything their bodies could make to show how much lust they'd produced together. And as he settled at last, his sack bulged with every shape, every contour of the consumed lion soon padding them out to obscene size. Sloshing, bubbling, churning, and converting all that bulk into more and more of his vulgar cum. He could feel it already starting.
It was of course painless. The lion was compressed from all sides as those balls worked with him, his body stuffed entirely into one of them, all the bulges of his squirming form showing up there in Ransom's left nut, but the load being churned up from him stretched out both. Soon they were both utterly bloating with seed as the lion got softened up pound by pound, producing gallons upon gallons of musky donkey cum as it worked its way into his senses, dumbing them down, muting his thoughts, letting him think of nothing but the potent aroma of a horny equine.
And it worked into more than just his senses. It got into him, forcing its way past clenched lips and under his tail, but most of all it soaked into his skin until he was more cum than lion. His fur drenched, sopping, ruined, yet still massaging the inside of that sack as Ransom slowly stroked himself, churning up his impending load. Then, the lion's extremities were simply gone, washed away in the churning assault of cum that sought to claim him. Then, the rest of him was sloshing away as well.
It didn't take long. Not with the level of Ransom's arousal, with the need to empty his load as soon and as hard as he could. Mere minutes stuffed inside the donkey's nut, and Terry had already become a softened, semi-solid mass of muscle and cum. He would have continued to drift away, little by little, but Ransom was too horny for that. So he reached to the base of his cock, gave it a hard squeeze, and flexed his sack. That squished inwards on what was left of the lion, clenching him away as he spurted off in all directions, filling those nuts bigger and bigger, to half the size of their owner, and he was gone. Absorbed into cum. Made a part of that ripe musk. Sloshing in that sweat-drenched sack.
Ransom couldn't even stand, not with the weight in his balls. He set almost instantly to stroking himself, going mad with it. Pumping as hard as he could, rubbing his soaking hands from base to top, as fast as he could, as hard as he could. He was nearly screaming, braying and grunting as he worked himself to a sweating frenzy, while those gigantic nuts of his pulled tighter and tighter to his body. His own cum, the lion's cum, and of course the entire cat, churned and digested into more seed. It was sloshing, churning up, filling his cock, sending that explosion of pleasure over its every heavy inch as its own tipped his head back, his tongue hanging over his lower teeth.
And then finally, he came. It started in the base of his shaft, and instantly came rushing upwards, audibly squishing through his stretched shaft, bulging it with the size of the load, until it finally came hosing out of him. Schlurrrrrk it went, just the sound of it shooting from his cock, and then splisssh as it landed all around. He was cumming it all out, everything. He'd converted the big strong lion into donkey seed to go right along with the load he was already working up himself. And now he was painting the walls, he was painting the ceiling, he was filling the entire shower room with his steaming cum so potent that even mirrors down the hall were fogging up from the heat. Sweating and drooling and spurt, spurt, spurting until it dribbled down the walls and mingled in a rising puddle that even the six shower drains couldn't hope to deal with.
He was up to his waist in his own cum, still pumping, still flexing every muscle in his body was he clenched his cock and fired forth high-pressure jets of cream. The sound of it was almost deafening, lewdly splatting on every surface, ensuring not a single inch of the humid room was left unmarked. It'd stink of horny donkey for days, or weeks, and nothing was going to wash that away. But that was fine with Ransom, as he sat in the rising pool he'd made, the pleasure making him pound away at his cock all the harder, which only meant he kept cumming even longer.
When it finally began to slow, when the tension finally began to soften, he felt a great weight fall on his chest. The exhaustion of orgasm, along with how hard he'd been working out, hit him like a truck. He slumped, still emptying himself, still spraying from his cock, but slower, getting less distance. A few last messy splurts and splorches, and he finally just fell right over onto his side. Such a position barely kept him above the musky surface, but he wasn't really going anywhere anytime soon.
Donkey cum trickled down the drains, barely able to get down for its thickness. It overflowed and ran out into the hallway. Even the women in their own change rooms could smell his musk. It was like he'd marked the entire building. Maybe there were some remaining hints of lion in the air, but they didn't matter anymore. Basking in his sweat and seed, steaming in a sauna of a room so clouded by musk he could barely see, the donkey was the triumphant one. He'd taken a bigger, stronger male and sucked him down his shaft to turn into nothing more than a load as ludicrous as could be imagined. And that was just how Terry was going to stay. Steaming and sloshing and running down the drain, at least until the exhausted donkey woke up from his onrushing nap and arranged to have him back.
Of course he would. A fuck and a meal like that was someone Ransom wanted to have again and again. To take, to touch, to sniff and to worship, but most of all, to consume.