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The heavy, echoing CLONK of weights smacking against the ground filled the air as a beefy bear in a loose muscle shirt let loose a triumphant roar, promptly before being smacked across the back of the head by his gym partner. Glancing about, he quickly let loose a nervous chuckle before giving a placating wave to the crowd of eyes locked upon him, startled out of their routines and annoyed that they've now lost count of their sets. Vaun rolled his eyes as he slowly laid back on the bench and flexed his fingers, a low grunt rolling from his throat as he resumed pressing the heavy weights back up into the air. Being a construction worker, he didn't exactly -need- to lift weights to stay in shape; he probably carried his own body's weight in bags of cement and beams of steel ten times over the course of a shift, but there was something he loved about the gym that he just.. couldn't put his finger on. That was until the sight of a pair of lean, young guys walked past his sightline. Oh - right. -That's- what he loved about the gym.

Setting his gym bag atop a seat and checking its contents, Maxwell glanced to the side, catching a mirror-image staring back at him. His lips pursed as he tried to make himself look as macho as he could, but he just couldn't make it work. The young Dalmatian was lean, fit, and healthy - but he just wasn't the right kind of shape to attract the gals. His black-white splotch pattern, floppy ears, barely-impressive height, and bright blue eyes just made him look too.. cute. He'd gotten into the good graces of plenty of girls, but he'd always heard the same thing when the subject of relationships came up: "A friend like you!" He grimaced merely at the mental sound of it. He'd almost forgotten he was in public when his mate Jeremy, a slightly-stouter stag poked his antlers up behind him and startled him, making him race out oh his thoughts and jump in surprise.

"Gh! Dude - Christ."

Jeremy was doubled-over in laughter, his hoof tapping on the floor as he tried to collect himself.

"HahhhH! H-How the fuck's a guy with noisemakers for feet sneak up on anyone?! Pffh.. Mh, aight, c'mon Max, we've got some iron to pump! Or.. some shit like that. What'cha tacklin' first?"

Maxwell glanced back at the mirror, lifting up an arm and giving his best approximation of a flex - impressing absolutely nobody.

"..Uh. I guess I'll go do bench presses or something. Jeez. We've been coming here for like, two weeks. How am I not huge already?"

Jeremy's brow dropped as he stared back at the canine.

"Dude, just go lift some weights. I'll see ya in a bit."

Max deflated some, but quickly perked back up when he glanced out over the sea of exercise equipment, quickly envisioning himself in just a few short months to be that burly, studly hunk that every girl at college'll get utterly drenched over. At least, he desperately hoped for that. Even Jeremy knows he's going through a legendary dry spell! Yanking a towel from his gym bag and making his way towards the weight racks, the pup could swear he could feel a pair of eyes locked on him especially. Sure, he looked a little bit out of place - but the gym was where you went to improve yourself, right? He can't be -that- weird of a sight to earn eyes boring into him.. Finding an empty bench and a free set of weights, Max set his things down and lined everything up, starting with what he_considered to be fairly impressive.. 30 pounds. Combined. After a few tenuous lifts that made his arms shake and tremble under the stress of such a _herculean task, Max flopped back onto the bench and began to pant, wiping sweat from the fur of his brow as he idly watched a dozen-or-so others lift multiples of what he'd barely managed to do. His ear briefly twitched as he heard a pair of sneakers inch closer to him, but he dismissed it up until the point he noticed the light getting blocked behind him from the corner of his eye.

"Thirty, eh? That's.. somethin'."

Max scoffed, turning back to face the gruff voice behind and then going more than a little wide-eyed at the sheer.. heft of what was staring back at him. Seven feet, plus change, of grey-furred canine bulk with piercing yellow eyes bored down at him, the off-white of the werewolf's fangs catching just enough reflected light to make him look menacing. Max shrunk just from the gaze, letting loose a nervous chuckle, briefly reminded of the few oversized pieces of equipment dotting the gym - "must be for this kinda dude" he thought, distracting himself from the pause hanging in the air between them. The dalmatian's nervous laugh broke it like an eighty pound plate clanking to the floor, his eyes flicking every which way except right-on with the were's, feeling more than a little intimidated. Fortunately for him, Vaun wasn't here just to flex his size.

"New here, mh. I figured. Kiddo, I applaud your initiative, and you're in the right place, but you're just goin' about it all wrong. You gotta press yourself harder, really _ dig in _ and _ pump _until you collapse. Course, you lookin' like.. well, y'do, that'll just kill ya. What you need, is a spotter."

The flashes of innuendo were consciously ignored by the scrawny mutt, Max catching sight of Jeremy flirting with one of the staff on the far-end of the room.

"_..Yeah. Yeah! I guess you're right. My.. fuckin' friend was supposed to help me get big'n shit, but he's too busy thinking with his dick to focus on that."

_

Vaun grinned - the flash of teeth looking probably more predatory than he intended.

"That's the spirit! Fuck 'em. Let ol' Vaun lend ya a hand."

Max grasped the weremutt's outstretched mitt and pulled himself to his feet, though the enthusiastic clap to his back by that same hand almost had him laying down again! Vaun glanced about, the older canine judging the equipment around them until he found a more traditional weight bench without all of the scaffolding and "safety" nonsense the one Max was using had. Once he directed him to lay down, the spotted mutt found himself feeling renewed, the exhaustion the last exercise put into him ebbing away as he flexed his fingers and hoisted them up to the bare, unweighted bar and gripped on tight. While the dalmatian was building his confidence up, Vaun was idly picking up weight plates with two fingers, effortlessly chucking them into the bar until it weighed well over two-hundred. Now - he might be under-educated and not "readin' smart", but he had enough common sense to know that the wee pup had, well, basically zero chance to get the bar up from its rest. And even if he did, it'd kill him the second it left the supporting metal. Banking on the mutt's ignorance of gym routine, he casually placed both hands on the bar and held firm.

"Aight kid, ya ready? I know it looks like a lot, but I've got ya. Ain't nothin' gonna happen 'cept you pumpin' iron, yeah?"

Whether it was that selfsame rush of confidence or the stupidity of youth, Max merely nodded his head and grit his teeth, adopting an expression so serious that it looked adorably comical on his cute mug.

"Ready! ..Gonna get so fuckin' big, man. All the chicks'll be begging me for some!"

Vaun glanced down, rolled his eyes, and nodded.

"..Right. Sure thing, sport. Ain't gonna be beggin' you for shit unless you get goin'."

One last reaffirming nod, and Max began to push up, gaining absolutely no ground until Vaun subtly began to push alongside him, keeping his hands next to Max's and gently lowering the weight down onto his chest. While it was obvious to Vaun - and anyone else who looked - that he was really the one lifting here, Maxwell was totally floored. He let out a victorious hoot as he realized that yes, he totally was doing this and began to press up. The weremutt went up with him, pulling the weight upwards to complete Max's illusion, but careful to not make it feel effortless - his plan wasn't going to work if he didn't get the pup's confidence up. The scrawny lad kept up the rhythm, going up and down, up and down, working up a sweat from the bit of weight Vaun was letting him feel until he was ready to tap out, his fingers letting go and flopping down to his sides as Vaun snatched the bar up one-handed and set it back onto its rest, leaning it and looming over Maxwell. With one hand draped across his chest and the other idly flexing to dull the ache in his knuckles, he opened his eyes and peered up at Vaun, a smile on his lips as he fought to catch a breath.

"Fah.. fhh... Woah.. D-Did I really just do that? ..That's like.. as much as I weigh.. What the fuck, ahah.."

Vaun couldn't help but be charmed by the young mutt's demeanor, his eyes drifting over him as he watched drops of sweat slide down his body and pool against a darkening band on the hem of his shorts.

"That's the magic of workin' out, lad. Never know what you can do until you push yourself up against the wall and break through it. But that was just the first set, y'know. You've still got a whole regimen to do, son."

Maxwell let out a resigned chuckle and fought himself to his feet, giving Vaun a thumbs-up as they went towards the next exercise. The weremutt's charade kept going for another two hours, each and every little triumph Max felt like he conquered, Vaun was there, secretly doing (almost) all of the work for him - which he had no issue with. He was getting his investment back every time the dalmatian's shirt rode up to expose that slim stomach, every odd bend and shift that sent the waist of his shorts down closer to the discrete bulge between his legs. And the scent. God, yeah, that smell. He enjoyed the scent of a worked-out body, and the mixing of the boy's natural scent with the tinge of sweat was quickly getting him worked up and slick. On one particular exercise, Max even noted he liked whatever deodorant Vaun was using, and that he "really needed to get some underwear that hid a bulge that well, so dudes don't ogle his junk". By the time they'd finished, the late-afternoon sun was glaring a deep orange through the windows lining the gym's front, and Jeremy had disappeared into a backroom to rail the same cute doe he was chatting up earlier, and Max was soaked with sweat.

Panting and hunched over on a bench, rivulets of sweat streaming down his short fur, Max was too tuckered out to keep going. A cursory whiff under his own arm caused him to recoil, insisting Vaun take a smell and tell him how badly he needed a shower. Careful not to agree too eagerly, he stuck his nose up against the crook of his arm and inhaled deep, the mixing musk saturating his lungs and making him _ throb under his shorts. Coolly hiding his arousal, he gave a firm nod,_insisting Max hop off to the shower and wash up.

"Hell, I'll even join ya kid. The uh, wife, she'll kill me if I come home smellin' like this."

Giving a playful nod and a nudge to the ribs, Max collected his gym bag and started towards the back, idly plucking out a towel and a fresh change of clothes while Vaun settled in behind him, eyes perversely locked onto his swaying rear, his hips and tail swishing just enough to make him seem all the more delicious for it. The humid shower-slash-lockers was barely murmuring with activity, with only a few people dressing up and the sound of a lone shower running behind the wall of metal lockboxes. Vaun yanked a towel from his locker and turned away from Max, disrobing and quickly tugging the towel over his lower half to "keep himself decent" - even though more than a few dongs were out and visible, including Max's. The dalmatian's slightly pink, plump sheath and full balls shifted and swayed as he walked, strutting into the showers with an air of confidence he hadn't earned but displayed regardless, hooking the towel onto a nearby rack and claiming a shower for himself. Vaun, of course, took the one right next to him, yanking the plastic privacy curtain to the side as they both twisted their handles and felt warm water rush down over them.

"Man! That was a great workout, eh Vaun? Fuckin', smashed those plates!"

With his back pressed against the slick tile wall, Vaun let the water cascade down his body as he spread his legs wide and pressed his palm hard against the plump swell of his fat cunt, fingers digging up inside and coming back slick and sticky.

"Mnnmhm. Did.. fuckin' good out there, sport. Real good. Gonna be gettin' pussy left and right if you.. hfh, keep it up."

Letting out a triumphant snort, Max glanced at the foggy mirror built into the wall and flexed, the slight bumps on his arms where muscles could,conceivably, be instilling him with pride.

"..Fuck yeah, man."

A few quiet, breathy _huffs_poured out from the shower stall next door, causing Max to lift a brow.

"Vaun? You're not, like, jerkin' off over there or anything, right dude? Cause that'd be fuckin', like.. gross, -and- pretty gay."

Several knuckles deep in his own pussy, Vaun shuddered and let out a small laugh, clicking his tongue.

"What if I am? Pfh, fuck nah. Hey, lemme grab your shampoo, yeah? Left mine in the car."

Grabbing the wrist-thick bottle and handing it out past the curtain, he quickly felt it plucked from his hand, turning back to scrub what he'd already put in out of the fur beneath his arms. Vaun, meanwhile, had quickly turned the bottle up on its end and pressed it up against his snatch, the plump, triangular lips shifting and welcoming it inside as he melted back against the wall, slowly beginning to pump the bottle up inside and letting his muscles force it back out, thick honey dribbling out and slicking up the shampoo as he clenched and rolled his abdominals against it. Busy rinsing out suds, Max suddenly realized that something.. odd was in the air. It wasn't a smell he'd ever known, and yet it seemed strangely familiar too. Putting his neck under the warm wash of water steaming up the stall, he bent forward and pressed his hands against the wall, letting that soothing, melting heat pour across him. When he finally blinked his eyes back open, he saw the pink tip of his cock poking out from his sheath, each breath he took in causing it to twitch and grow just a little bit more. Lost in a momentary stupor, he was suddenly broken out once he heard a little knock against the wall next to him.

"..All done with your shampoo, kid. Thanks."

Eyes half-lidded, Max reached his hand out of the curtain to grab it, the other dancing around the thin fur near his sheath, lightly caressing the flesh around his cock. After a few moments with the bottle in his hand, he noticed it was.. warm. Oddly warm. Warmer even than the water was. And it.. smelled? He rubbed his fingers against the plastic surface, finding a thin, sticky film clinging onto it. When he brought it up to his nose and took a whiff, his pupils widened and he shivered, his cock throbbing as another inch slid out into the humid air. He felt his lungs shudder as his heart skipped a beat, his brain becoming flooded with strange chemicals and urges he only barely understood. Compelled to take another deep whiff of whatever heady scent coated the bottle, Max felt his hips hunch forward of their own volition, his cock bouncing as it popped out to the knot, the thick bulb beginning to swell up inside of his sheath as a lance of watery pre-nut _ splurched _ from his dick-tip and coated the wall. He groaned as his eyes half-lidded, his hand quickly darting to his cock to rub it with an energy he hadn't felt before, head falling forward until it gently hit the shower's wall, the bottle of shampoo clutched in his hand close to his muzzle. Beneath the patter of streams of water, Vaun heard every shudder and hitch in his breath, his fingers idly spreading and cupping his cunt as he smiled a shit-eating grin. He had him pegged as a virgin from the first, and_damn_ did he love it when he was right.

Taking a glance past the curtain to see the showers deserted save them, he quickly stepped out from his own and pulled Max's veil aside, hand on his hips. The musk-drunk pup glanced over, eyes going wide as he saw Vaun, and then even wider once he glanced down to where his nose was leading him - to those blood-pink lips he was showing off with spreading fingers.

"Caught a good scent, puppy?"

He was conflicted and torn in so many ways, dick still in hand as it throbbed wildly, veins beating against his palm. He knew he should let go right now, feign innocence or laugh it off and rib Vaun back like he'd done to him all afternoon. But.. but he couldn't. Some primal urge buried deep in his psyche kept him slowly stroking, kept his eyes locked on that mutt-cunt, kept him from saying anything except quietly whimpering when his unbidden hip-thrusts forced his sheathed knot to grind against his fingers. Vaun pressed two fingers deep into his pussy and stirred, his eyelids fluttering as he drew out a thick dollop of juice out in a lengthy string that snapped only when he brought his digits to eye-level with Max. He parted them, showing the webbing of juice that clung to his fur and gently bowed down to gravity.

"Want a proper taste?"

Max said nothing, he felt like he couldn't say anything, just dimly nodding as he shuffled forward only to be met with Vaun's fingers pressing against his nose and smearing a fresh hit of pheromones across his snout, his mouth parting as he groaned and clenched his fist around his doggy-dong. Taking the initiative, Vaun pressed forward into the stall, pushing Max up against the wall as he took the mutt's dick in one hand and depressed his pink tongue with the other, slowly beginning to fingerfuck the dalmatian's mouth with those honey-slathered digits as slobber dribbled down his palm and sloughed off at his wrist.

"There's a good boy. ..Yeah, look'atcha.. So desperate to get some pussy you get drunk over just a little whiff. Fuckin' adorable, kiddo.."

Vaun huffed as he felt Max pulse in his hand, his palm quickly getting slathered in slick, watery pre as he tried to fuck the were's fist, each thrust pushing his sheath back bit by bit until it slid back and the pup melted against Vaun. Idly dragging the tips of his claws against the entrance to the dalmatian's throat, he finally drew back and pulled a thick wad of warm spit back with him. Max finally found the presence of mind to voice his concerns, a slight cough clearing out whatever Vaun had left behind in his throat.

"Th.. this is.. I'm n-not.."

"Gay?"

Max nodded sheepishly, turning his eyes aside in a strange wash of shame.

"You kept goin' on about how much you needed some pussy, son. Ain't nothin' gay about gettin' your dick all up in some."

He pressed his hips forward and shifted his hand back to cup Max's knot with two fingers, his large hand dwarfing the pup's dick as he began to rub the spear-like tip against his cuntlips, letting it part his spade with each throb.

"..Doesn't matter if its attached to a dude, either. ..Course, I can always just leave.."

Vaun released Max's knot and began to turn, only to find the pup's hands gripping onto his arm as a needy, almost intoxicated expression painted his face, his hips still giving little thrusts into the air as he speckled Vaun's thigh with precum.

"...Pl. ..Please."

There's that shit-eating, smug-ass grin again. Vaun moved back, pressing himself against the wall and lifting his leg high, both providing him the support he needed to crouch down enough for the shorter canine to get at him, but also as a way to remind him he's not leaving without emptying those balls. Max glanced at that fat, black canine cooch and drew in a deep breath to steady himself, gulping down as he took a tentative step towards it. Looking more than a little unsure of himself, he cast his eyes down, devouring that meaty mutt muff with his eyes before beginning to move to a crouch, fully intending on burying his snout in there. Vaun quickly stopped him with a hand clenched around the scruff of his neck.

"Nah. No need for that. You're here to pop your cherry and get some pussy. Save eatin' it for your girlfriend."

Denied, he still couldn't shake the want for more of that spicy, pheromone-laden tang on his lips, drool running from his chops as Vaun gently tugged him back to his feet and lined him up with his hips. He let go and clenched his muscles in the same motion, sending a brief squirt of thick, heady juices out onto the ground - a fat dollop of it landing on his cock. The fresh hormones sent his hips bucking just like before - only this time, they weren't met with the warm spray of a showerhead, but by uncomfortably warm, yielding walls. He let loose a shameless, whorish groan of bliss as he sank inside, spearing Vaun's well-used pussy with his canine lance as jolts of precum splashed against his rippling walls and settled down to lube the path forward. Max's knees shook as he leaned forward, planting his head firmly on Vaun's chest with a thoroughly blissed-out expression on his face. Inch by slow, exquisite inch he pressed inside, maneuvering himself up into Vaun's cunt until he felt his knot knock against the weremutt's spade. The bigger canine gave no indication that he should stop, though, so with his heart beating wildly in his chest he kept on, adding more and more force until he felt it _ pop _ inside, the resulting flood of ecstatic electricity pouring through his nerves nearly toppling him over.

For his part, Vaun was mostly quiet, only offering the odd grunt of encouragement or a huff of indulgent pleasure as he drove up into him. He couldn't deny the fact that the kid had no technique, and his cock wasn't all too impressive either; even with the knot buried in him, Max still had plenty of room to move and wiggle. Vaun was pretty sure he couldn't even tie with the kid, but he wouldn't scoff at the attempt regardless. Still shuddering and quaking on his tip-toes, a maneuvering hand from the weremutt kept him both steady and helped pull him out just in time for his eager hips to drive him right back inside, spearing Vaun's g-spot and sending a rough shiver down his spine that had him clenching down -tight-.

"Hhhfh.. That's it, kid. Just like that. Don't think, just.. fuck. Let your hips do all the talkin', yeah?"

Max was in no state to offer conversation, drool running from his flopped-out tongue and down the hefty mutt's chestfur as he haphazardly rammed his hips forward in what could scarcely be called a rhythm - that guiding hand groping his ass keeping him inside no matter how much his weakening legs wanted to give out. Back, forth, in, out - their bestial, ragged mating resembled something more like the routines a weightlifter would do rather than anything approaching lovemaking, with dripping mixed fluids replacing the constant drizzle of sweat; the off-kilter timing of hip-to-hip slaps and the rough, wet squishing of sheath to labia drowning out the grunts of exertion from a heavy bar. Already, Max was nearing his peak - he'd jerked off more times than he could count, and he knew from experience he was about to give out, that firm pressure in his crotch that felt like a swelling balloon reaching a breaking point. As his spotted nuts slowly clenched up to his groin and his taint began to twitch along with his puckered hole, he slammed forward one final time, his stance resembling a feral canine more than an anthro; hips slammed forward, back hunched and arms clasped over Vaun's hips as he held onto the weremutt's plump ass for dear life. He could feel his knot begin to swell as it passed Vaun's lips, the bulb doubling in size and, ideally, locking him in position. In truth, his continued rough thrusts still yanked it out only to slam it right back in, plumping up the mutt's fat pussy from the abuse. Vaun, though? He wouldn't have it any other way.

He dragged his hand up from Max's ass towards his neck, tugging him close to his chest and holding him there as those ragged thrusts lost their momentum and the coiled spring behind his cock unwound all at once, a thick spray of cum launching from the tip like a fire hose and coating Vaun's distant cervix in thick, creamy pup-spunk. Partially muffled by his fur, Max's groans barely eked past the din of the running showers, echoing off the walls of the cramped stall and making Vaun's ears twitch from their sweet sounds, the mutt acutely aware of the welling warmth between his legs. While he didn't have much room to move, he did have enough to slowly jerk his hips back and forth, knotfucking himself on Max's cock even while he was blowing his load, the added stimulation making him melt into a whimpering, babbling mess that only served to spur the perverted daddy-dog's arousal. He kept this pace up until an oversensitive Max yipped into his pecs, telling him that he'd had too much and couldn't take any more. Unlike on the weight bench, he definitely didn't want to push the dalmatian - especially if he wanted to sample the lad's naive arousal again. So, he simply let him lay there, emptying his balls out against Vaun's clenching walls, a warm pool of cum forming against the underside of his knot that slowly began to dribble out as he began to deflate - the lack of consistent clenching around it keeping it from staying totally swollen. When he slipped out, Max stumbled and fell back, sliding down the wall of the shower and panting hard to catch his breath.

Still coming down, he couldn't quite form the words he'd need to.. well, begin to navigate the situation that'd just occurred. It was a look Vaun was well-used to, especially when it came to virgins. Rather than standing there, dripping Max's cum from between his thighs and waiting for the pup to come to his senses, he squatted down, clenched, and pushed the dalmatian's seed out into the babbling drain beneath them, leaning forward to give him a lick on the nose and stepping out from the stall. He quickly scrawled something on a piece of paper and slipped it into Max's bag - something the fuckdrunk dalmatian barely even registered happened, merely staring out into the space beyond the shower into the middle distance, trying to come down from his strongest orgasm yet. When he finally did_come to his senses, it felt like an hour later, one of the gym's staff poking their head into the room to make sure he hadn't fallen unconscious or something. Snapped from his stupor, he quickly responded an unconvincing "_y-yeah! I'm okay!" and worked himself to unsteady feet. Pruned beneath his fur, he stumbled out onto the bench and stared down at his cock, still idly dribbling the odd pearl of jizz out onto the floor. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a scrawled piece of yellow notepad paper jutting from between articles of clothing in his bag. Careful not to get it too wet, he plucked it up with two fingers and read it.

"Good luck on your hunt, sport. When you hook one, be sure to give me a call if she doesn't put out.

XXX-4208

-Vaun.

P.S. I took your deodorant, buy some more"