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Dawn settled in Dewclaw with a mix of warm colors blowing through the darkened gloom of the previous night. Grey clouds were slowly forming a sheet over the sky adding darkened hues to the oranges of the morning sun. A white-furred fox with inky black hands stepped out of a bookstore and turned around to lock it. They slipped the key through the neck of their coat in one of the pockets before heading out. Wel had gotten up bright and early for a friendly meeting with someone who had been working for them up until recently. Charthur had been a good helper earned out of a silly agreement that they would participate in a WAR. With their help, Charthur's group had won the game but she had stayed with Wel longer than expected. The sex had been nice, but having someone around to talk to was even better. It was through that companionship that they had kept communication and the reason why Wel was going to a gym of all things today. Charthur had offered Wel a private lesson in martial arts. Honestly, it sounded like the perfect excuse to hang out again but Wel couldn't help but find the prospect interesting. Magic was their strong point and even if they could function up close and personal, they weren't quite a master of the fist.

Wel arrived at their destination just as the grey clouds had begun to darken further. No doubt there would be rain for the day, but that was why they had the coat. The building they stood in front of was a multi-story affair that took up a bit of space. They had to check a few times on their compact to make sure that this was the right place before texting Charthur just in case. She answered quickly that she had a dojo to herself in one of the many studios in the gym. She gave them the number and told them it was on the ground floor. With a shrug, Wel stepped through the glass double doors and made their way inside.

The lobby area had a few desks and counters with receptionists behind it dealing with a variety of folk despite it being so early in the morning. One of them called to Wel with a big smile and a wave. It was a flowercat of sorts with curly hair tousled over her eyes and a pin on her poncho that read, "Livia."

"Hello there! How may I help you?" Asked Livia

Wel looked around while humming, "I was looking for a particular suite. Twenty-eight; belonging to Charthur?"

Livia beamed and typed something up on the computer in front of her, "Oh yes! Charthur told us she'd be having a one on one. My aren't you lucky, or unlucky depending on how it goes! May I see your compact to put our deluxe map on it?" When Wel complied she took the compact gingerly and hooked it up to the computer while clearing her throat, "Now, you're probably not here for this but the owner mandates this sooo...May I interest you in a gym membership? There are several facilities you can take advantage of in a general manner and a whole bunch of different instructors that are available for separate classes that you can sign up if you want along with health specialists."

She stopped typing and offered Wel's compact back and they answered while taking it gingerly, "I uh, I don't really think I'm here for that but thank you for the offer."

The flowercat giggled and brushed hair out of her eyes to wink, "Figured you wouldn't but it's company policy. Anyway, enjoy yourself and at least think about stopping by a few times to say hello."

Those golden eyes of hers seemed to draw Wel in for a second before they were brought back to reality, cheeks flushed and a hand at their mouth as they cleared their throat, "Thank you. I'll be sure to think about that."

Whether sales pitch or not, the flirting had tripped them up a bit and the flowercat only smirked as they walked away. Wel always felt awkward in formal situations like that when someone broke formality. It seemed like they would be breaking some sort of immutable law. With a breath to steady themselves, they looked down at their compact where a neat little app had been loaded up with the layout of the gym on it along with a marker of where they were. They hummed and followed the map until they found the suite number they were looking for. It was a simple door with a board on the front that had a few faces drawn on it. One of them was obviously Charthur and the others appeared to either be students or friends of Charthur they had never met. Oh! Wel smiled as they recognized a rather equine face tinged with turf tiger features here and there. That was one out of many. Perhaps they would meet the others in time.

Wel opened the door and found Charthur sitting on her knees at the center of a tatami mat room. When the door shut, she slowly got up and said aloud, "So, the pupil has come to learn from the master, to use fang and claw instead of mystic might, when you find yourself in a true plight?"

She turned to them and was grinning from ear to ear with her fists at her hips. Charthur was a black-furred feline with checkered markings here and there of white. Her eyes were bright streaks of permafrost and they twinkled with mischief despite her serious poetry. She wore a simple white gi with a black belt tied around it. Wel thought about responding in a similar manner, but her smile, her stance, and even a wag of the brow brought laughter sputtering from their mouth.

When they managed to break their chuckling, Wel sniffed, "Okay. You caught me off guard with that already. Yes, I'm ready for a lesson in fighting without magic, but tell me, why are we doing this again?"

Charthur's tail flicked as she walked toward them and pushed them toward another door, "After you get changed I'll explain all, for now, get in there and change into your uniform, then we'll discuss your fall."

"My fall? And aren't you coming in with me?" Asked Wel with a chuckle.

She opened the door and shoved them through with a grin, "Keep it under your coat for an hour, lessons first then play, or if you're too sore in the end, perhaps another day."

Wel rolled their eyes but chuckled. They had been shoved into a locker room where they saw a row of benches and lockers with a set of showers nearby. The bench in front of them had a gi that turned out to be their size along with a duffle bag. Wel quietly thanked Charthur for a place to put their things and stripped before getting dressed in their new attire. Nothing too tight or loose, perfect. When they stepped out, Charthur had a different look on her face. She was still smiling, but her eyes were fixed on a location and the smile did not seem to stretch over her eyes. Wel followed her gaze and placed a few digits on their lips where there were a set of scars.

"Where did you get those?" She asked without rhyme.

They breathed out, "They've always been there. Same as the ones on my side that you haven't seen yet. I used to hide them with ink and I got them from myself. Clawing myself in my sleep used to be a regular occurrence. Anxieties and whatnot, but no need to be concerned about that."

Charthur nodded and sniffed, "And why hide them?"

Wel thought about that for a few seconds before muttering, "Because I didn't want people to see that I had weakness in me, because I thought I was in danger at all points in time so I had to be on guard at all points in time."

"And now?" Came her response.

They rubbed their chin and smiled, "I still feel like I'm in danger but it's more like an echo instead of a scream." Wel then pointed toward her, "I also know that your lesson is probably going to floor me but that's a different kind of danger."

She fixed them with a particular look for a few seconds before she stepped forward and grabbed their pointed digit, squeezing while she chuckled, "Okay. General fear is something that I can share." Charthur then smirked, "But your fear of being floored is well-founded, so despair my friend for you're about to be pounded."

Wel sighed, "Fine, your teasing is hot, and regardless of what I think I know I'm going to be beat, so how about you tell me what this is about."

Their digit was freed and Charthur took a step back while clapping her paws together, "While your might in magic is something to behold, I noticed during WAR again that your technique is far too bold, without your magic you'd have to fold." She then raised a brow and frowned a bit before shrugging, "Without rhyme, your technique sucks."

"No arguments there. Most of the time, I just make up for mistakes up close with ink but uh, I guess I should change that." Wel said with a chuckle.

"And that's why we're here, to match form and function, and to encourage good habits without fear." Charthur then widened her stance and brought her hands up, "To begin with, let us stretch."

Wel watched her move and followed along, breathing in and out as she instructed. The motions were simple enough with only a few adding strain here or there, mostly around the legs when it came to those. After a few moments of that, Wel breathed out, "So, after stretching, what comes first?"

She brought her hands to her sides and smiled, "Attack me. We're going to expose your weaknesses in free-form style, since you've already fought. Consider this a crash course towoard advanced lessons that'll last a while."

Attack her? But without using magic, right. Wel decided starting simple was best. They brought their arm up and then lunged to throw a straight punch at Charthur. One hand pushed up at their elbow and clasped while the other grasped their wrist, Charthur turning around while tossing them over her back like an empty sack. Wel landed on their rear feeling as though the world had spun a few ties.

When Charthur let go of their wrist and gave their head a pat, Wel sighed and asked, "So what was my mistake, teacher?"

Charthur chuckled, "Throwing too much of your weight into the punch, if you do that without a sure target then you put yourself at risk if you miss, without magic you can't compensate on a hunch."

Wel accepted her help in getting up and snickered, "Guess I've got a lot to learn, huh?"

As it turned out, there was much more to learn than what they had thought. Charthur had them throwing punches and kicks until they could do so without being turned on their rear. When they were no longer being tumbled and had learned how to fall to prevent themselves from getting hurt, Charthur began employing a different kind of counter. She would strike back after blocking one of their blows. None of her punches or kicks were designed to take them to the ground, but they would have a pretty bruise by the end of the day. Wel was receptive enough to pick up on what she was trying to teach, mostly because they had been in fights before but there were many mistakes that needed to be made again, and again, until Wel could correct them. At one point, Wel managed to react to one of Charthur's counters by grabbing her wrist and the fabric at her chest. They shared a look for a moment before she kicked their ankle hard enough to send them over onto their side. Her tail flicked onto their face while she said something about not hesitating. Honestly, Wel had just been excited about making progress but yes, lesson learned.

After a bit of that, Wel found themselves out of breath and on their back. Charthur walked over to where they laid and peered over them with a small smile, bending over to look directly down at their face, "Lasted longer than I thought, and your improvements were steps rather than inches, and you even got a few good pinches."

A huff came with their response, "How long did I last?"

Charthur chuckled, "One hour."

"One hour?" Wel groaned, "One hour of being flipped and struck. One hour of being bruised and turned."

The turf tiger snorted, "Oh come on, you've taken worse beatings, this one was at best fleeting."

Wel smirked up at their tormenter, "I have but I don't think anyone who enacted those beatings enjoyed it as much as you did."

A smile touched Charthur's expression as she crouched down and got on all fours, her knees at their legs and her hands at the sides of their head while she muttered just inches away from their lips, "I like watching you progress, watching you learn and squirm, because I know you'll eventually get your turn." She then planted a peck on their mouth before grinning, "This is also payback for teasing me so much up at the front counter when I worked for you."

They were sore, but not sore enough to ignore what they were seeing right in front of them. Charthur was sweating just as much as they were and at some point, she had loosened her clothing to let the fabric at her shoulder slip enough to show a tease of her bare body. Her eyes were full of ice that seemed to draw their attention closer despite the heat echoing between them. Strands of her hair had escaped the confines of the tie and were falling over their face adding small points of touch that brought them to a shiver. Charthur blinked and tugged the fabric back up her shoulder before she sat back on their thighs and peered down at the bulge between them.

Her hand bringing that fabric up made them wonder just how much of that was a tease aimed right at their core, and how much of it was just the luck of the moment. Still, Wel reached to grasp onto their hips while sniffing, "Y'know, I'm not that sore right now. We could keep working up a sweat before we hit the showers."

She opened her mouth before closing it, frowning a bit before breathing out, "Are you certain? I was going to push for it, to dominate you utterly for once, but I wouldn't want to add too much to the burden." That loose bit of fabric dropped as she grabbed her arm and looked away, "Even now I worry that I took the joke too far."

Wel saw the genuine concern on her face, the way she seemed to shudder at the words and thought of hurting them outside of play, and Wel nearly sat up immediately to kiss them. Instead, they offered, "How about this. If I can stand up on my own, how about you flip me over and do whatever it was you were planning to do?"

"Are you sure you're okay with that? That would be giving me control. And you're typically the top cat." Said the turf tiger with a raised brow.

They couldn't help but laugh at that, "That's true! And if I see any opportunities to take then I'll take it, but you're the teacher, right? So lead and teach. Honestly, I wanted to kiss you when I saw how concerned you were. It was cute and both flattering, and heartening."

Charthur's cheeks were touched with flushes of cyan but instead of crumpling to that flustering, she got up and took a step back, a crooked smirk tugging at her features, "Thanks, but now I'll only continue if you stand for me." They thought she would end it with a rhyme, but instead, she purred, "And try to make a fight out of it to let me know you've still got something in you."

A fight out of it? If that's what she wanted then they figured they might as well play along. Truthfully, their entire body was sore but it wasn't anything debilitating. Wel got up slowly, standing on their own without help from Charthur who was watching them with a careful eye. Their legs felt fine and their arms were still able to move without excessive pain. They tested their limbs one by one and made sure that none of the bruises were stopping them from moving. Once they were sure they were fine, they looked to Charthur and rushed forward, lashing out to grab onto her belt and tug. The turf tiger's eyes widened as her belt was torn from her waist her uniform opening to show her chest. Wel smiled and held it up for her to see before tossing it back.

Her expression stretched out into a grin of her own as she stepped forward and brought her hands up. Wel did the same and remembered what they had learned. They lashed out with a fist around her guard but kept it loose, pulling it back when she went to grab it. With a breath, Wel then took a step forward while throwing a punch to her core. They landed a blow solid enough to earn a wince from her but Charthur clapped a hand on their wrist and squeezed. Instead of trying to get out of it, Wel got closer, putting one Leg through hers but unfortunately, Charthur was much more experienced at this. She hadn't been trying to flip them over, rather, she allowed their leg to come between hers just so she could jam a fist onto their chest. If Wel were more experienced then perhaps they would have seen it coming, but instead, they fell back tripped by their own movement, and landed on the mat on their back.

The turf tiger stepped over them, her shoulders shrugging off the top of her uniform to let it fall to the floor revealing her chest and abdomen dotted with sweat, "Thought you could beat me at my own game? I'm proud you had the gall, even if you took the fall."

Wel snickered, "What can I say, I wanted to give you a proper fight but since I've lost, guess that means I'm all yours."

A foot pressed down on Wel's shoulder, pinning them lightly while Charthur purred, "That's right, for once you've lost to my might, so strip but stay down."

The broken rhyme sent a shiver down their spine and Wel sat up to obey without complaint when she took her foot from their shoulder. Once Wel got out of their clothes, Charthur turned tail to get out of her pants. Her tail was lifted, her claws hooked through the waist as she tugged them down showing off her toned and sizable rear. Sweat beaded each cheek and headed down the thighs showing just how much of a thorough workout they had. She tossed her pants in a pile with the rest of the clothes before she took a few steps back over Wel and crouched, her rear hovering just above their snout.

She placed a hand on one of those strong rear cheeks, spreading it to show her precious star while she spoke, "Get your mouth working."

That order was simple enough and Wel would definitely not complain. They simply weren't the type to do so when given something so wonderful to worship. Wel reached up with both hands to grab onto her rear, squeezing firmly while leaning up to plant their mouth against her puckered hole. Their mouth placed gentle pecks on the hole before their tongue came out to lap against it and dip inside just a bit. Each movement of their tongue worked to get beads of sweat off of her rear, occasionally moving to one of her cheeks to swirl around to the base and then back down to the hole.

While their mouth pressed firmly to the hole once more for a lover's kiss, Charthur breathed out with a shivering tone, "Didn't think you'd be so ravenous for ass and sweat, is it just a depraved heart, or are you just that much of a pet?"

Wel ignored her and kept on kissing, tongue dipping inside as if they were making out with her ass. She moaned in response, her legs shaking as she grabbed onto the back of their head with one hand. The other hand moved down to her crotch to allow two digits to slide under and inside of herself, spreading her pussy while she enjoyed Wel's tongue.

When they needed a breath, needed a moment away from the heat of her rear and body prickling their nostrils, Wel pulled back and purred, "I don't know about being a pet, but I like bolstering others. I like seeing others work and be pleasured. You might not find me fun to tease because I'll be smiling all the time."

Charthur let out a shaky sigh, "And here I was expecting you to bark and bite, but that expectation has been crushed." She then brought their face to her rear again where Wel kept licking, kept pressing their tongue in deeper as she kept speaking, "Even if I collar you, even if make old bruises new, then you'd just bide your time, there's no rush." Wel answered with a muffled chuckle while they kept worshiping her rear, Charthur cursing quietly, "Frustrating. I thought I'd be on top but here you are waiting for your moment to strike without a care because regardless, you'll be in rapture."

Their head was released and they were allowed to lean back to speak with a sharp grin on their features, "Waiting for my moment to strike? I don't need to strike to enjoy what I'm doing. Seeing you getting fired up is fun enough, and if you happen to trip up, then who am I to miss an opportunity such as that?" Wel then dragged their tongue over one of her rear cheeks, biting down gently before rumbling, "As for bruising. You can rough me up as much as you want so long as you don't wear yourself out first."

The turf tiger stood, her tail curling around their neck and sliding away as she turned around and straddled their lap, her hands moving down to pin them. One hand grasped their neck, squeezing while the other moving down to dig claws into the shoulder, her words coming with a hiss, "If that's a challenge then expect my worst."

Wel kept their grin, fangs flashing as they retorted, "Then give me your worst."

For a moment, their gazes locked together, sharp ice sinking deep into an inky abyss. Charthur narrowed her eyes and Wel thought she was about to go wild, about to attempt to break them, but instead, her hands moved up to their cheek to take hold firmly as she leaned down to plant her lips against theirs. Her tail curled around their thigh, the tip pushed against their cock while her mouth melded with theirs. The kiss was deep and feverish with a hint of breathy ice thanks to Charthur's affinity. It was like a kiss of cool mint running down their tongue that seemed to get just a bit chillier as the kiss deepened. Wel placed their hands on her rear to squeeze and kneed, their hips bucking as they displayed their desire. Just when they felt like their breath was about to be stolen, Charthur pulled away with a collective gasp from themselves and her mouth.

"Trickster. Words dancing in my mind, twisting, and twining until I'm in a bind, prodding me until I am wild I find." She then said in a smaller voice, "Are you sure you'll be okay with that?"

Wel placed their head against hers and nodded, "If it hurts too much I'll say something...Go ahead and give it your all, teach."

Charthur planted another peck on their mouth before breathing out, "Then let's let loose."

A hand of hers came up to grasp the tie in her hair, tugging at it until it came undone. She tossed the tie aside and reached down to grasp their neck with one hand, running a thumb along their through while the claws returned to their shoulder. Each point of touch was another spark of sensation that let them know that something fantastic was going to happen, that passion and energy were going to be poured into them, and they looked forward to what Charthur was going to do. Her hips came up before coming down, her pussy pressing down on their shaft to slowly let it slide in as she rolled her hips. Once she was all the way down, she let out a shaky sigh and her digits clasped firmly on their neck, claws digging into the shoulder just a bit.

Each spot of contact was another pinprick of additional pain that did nothing to brush aside the feeling of excitement building within them. Charthur squeezed on their neck just a bit more until it became difficult to breathe, and she began to ride them. Her hips moved up and down rapidly, letting them feel the cool air of the gym for one second before her heat was gripping them like a vice again. Her rear came down onto their thighs with each movement creating a slap that echoed into the air around them. The sound was soon joined by Charthur's growls, her groans, and her shuddering noises that made no attempt to hide her pleasure. Wel's hands had moved over her hips to admire her strength while she bore down on them, their eyes constantly scanning her form beading with droplets of her exertion. Her icy eyes still looked down at them with such intensity and it was as if Wel's constant grin was driving her to keep going.

The grip on their neck tightened hard enough until they struggled to draw breath at all, the grin on their face cracking a bit wider as they found themselves further excited by the passion and hunger being poured onto them. Wel's hold on her hips tightened as the pain increased, as the passion kept on pouring through every movement. Her claws at their shoulder moved around their back to rake and dig in just a bit, her glare sharpening further as she kept on slamming her powerful hips down onto their lap. She finally loosened her digits around their neck and slowed down for a second, rolling her hips in place. Wel took in a breath, body shaking both from the air filling their lungs and the claws still toying at their back.

"You okay to keep going?" Charthur asked while leaning down to plant a chilly peck on their snout.

Wel bucked their hips causing Charthur to bounce and squeak as they answered with a chuckle, "Perfectly fine. But if you keep riding me like that then I won't be able to pull out."

The hand that had been on their neck moved around toward their back to join the other, claws sliding beneath the fur to press against the skin while she planted her nose against their snout, "Not a problem for me? Is it for you?"

Her hips started moving again, up slowly before coming down just as slow, her claws digging in just a bit while Wel grunted, "Not at all."

Charthur purred in response, her hips continuing to move at a slow pace that betrayed those sharp claws grazing at their back, threatening to dig in deep at any point. Wel could already feel the sting of various marks along their back, open to the cool air and pulsating with marks of pain but they still found themselves focused on Charthur. Her eyes still carried that predatory glint full of hunger but now instead of her body moving to ravage them, her form felt as though she were getting ready to pounce, as if she were getting in place to pull them into some sort of trap. Wel couldn't help but chuckle a bit as they bucked their hips in response to her movements, her warm insides clamping down just a bit tighter. What did she need to sneak for? What did she need a trap for? Wel had given themselves to the jaws of the beast, and here she was toying with her food.

She brought their lips together for a firm kiss while her movements began to pick up speed again, hips rising before falling at a steady pace now. Wel's shaft was already a twitching mess but that steady rhythm had the base of their cock swelling, the knot kissing against her pussy with each movement. Charthur's claws dug in a bit harder each time the pace amped up. The kiss added a chaotic layer to the constant feedback with warmth and cold swirling together as the mint breeze from her mouth melded with the heat of their own. Wel could hardly take it anymore. Through the soreness of their body, through the claws digging harder into their back, Wel sat up and tightened their grip on her hips to drag her down hard. The knot slid in with a wet pop, Charthur's body shaking as her legs moved around them to clamp on tight, her mouth moving from theirs to bite down on their shoulder. They winced at the sudden pain but the gush and tightening of her pussy around their shaft was enough to bring them forward and over.

Wel breathed out as their cock throbbed, as hot cum poured out into Charthur. Each twitch was another load fired off into those warm depths, their body shaking as they finally felt release tensing their entire form. The rush was over just like that. Her claws pulled away from their back, her fangs tugging away from their shoulder. Her legs came loose from their waist and she placed a hand on her rear as she raised her hips high, tugging again and again until the knot came free of her pussy with a wet pop.

They flopped onto their back and sighed, Charthur purring, "Still in rapture after defeat I see." She traced a claw over their chest while chuckling, "I couldn't wipe that grin off your face but that just made it all the more fun, to play a game to let loose and free."

She planted a pack on the side of their mouth before getting up, stretching wide with a sigh. Wel remained on the ground, eyes shut, breathing in and out slowly while all the aches and pains settled in their body. With no more adrenaline, Wel found themselves entirely out of energy, and for that matter, "I can't get up by myself now." Came their words with a chuckle.

Charthur blinked and leaned down to check over them before she took their arm and helped them up slowly, while hissing, "I thought I checked more than twice to see if you needed me to play nice, but here you are and I see I should have asked more than thrice."

Wel laughed, "Charthur, sweetie. I'm okay. I'm just a bit sore. It was fun and I loved every second of it, from the exercise to the fucking. In about four days if I'm okay, would you be up for another lesson?"

She paused for a moment, looking at them before smiling, "Okay, fine. So long as you're not literally shattered I'll not give you a verbal fine, just promise to be careful, okay?"

"I promise." They said with a nod.

With that promise given, Wel was taken to the locker room first to shower, then to disinfect the scratches on their back and the bite on their shoulder. No wound was deep enough to need bandages, but the disinfectant did sting. Before long, Wel and Charthur walked back out to the lobby in their casual clothes, bags slung over their shoulders.

They both paused as a voice came from one of the lobby desks, "Hey! Hey there! I didn't catch your name before."

Wel turned to see Livia waving them over with a big smile. Deciding to be polite, Wel approached the desk with Charthur and inclined their head, "My name is Wel and I guess I'll be back at least for another session with Charthur sometime."

Livia beamed and giggled, "Great! I can pester you about membership as an excuse to get to know you better and flirt!"

A fluster ran through their cheeks as they struggled again with whether or not to maintain decorum before they simply stated, "I guess I'll look forward to that. Thank you."

With that said, Charthur and Wel departed the building. A light drizzle had begun to fall from the overcast and to Wel, it felt fantastic. The chill droplets sliding down their sore form, the sound adding to the afterglow toying around with the satisfied soreness.

The turf tiger then fixed them with a small smile and quirked brow, "Not as graceful as I'm used to seeing, is Livia your type, your weakness that has you fleeing?"

Wel snorted, "No. She's a receptionist that I don't know. It just feels weird to talk to a stranger and have them flirt with you in a situation where you're very much supposed to not do that. I mean, I guess we're not supposed to do that. It's just what I've been taught." They then sighed, "I guess I don't know the rules of engagement so I follow back on the standard and when that standard is interrupted, I get stuck on what track I should be on."

Charthur hummed, "Guess this will be training to break you out of that too, because you'll see plenty of strangers in different situations, just try not to fall through."

"Fall through what?" Asked Wel with a dry smile.

"The floor when you trip." Retorted the turf tiger with a grin.

Chuckling and prodding one another, Wel and Charthur kept walking before saying their goodbyes and heading home. It had been a very good day and it would be nice to get back in a routine tomorrow at their store. The next day, however, Wel still had the sign up in front reading shut. They were in bed sighing, eyes looking up at a glowing screen as they typed out to Charthur their state of being. Sore, barely able to move, and realizing just how much they needed to make exercise part of their regular routine to which Charthur simply offered to be their teacher not only in fighting, but in fitness. Still worth it.