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The sharp clap from her girlfriend cracked past the wall of frustration and exhaustion that Susie brushed against. She kept her breaths short and quick, hands wrapped tight around the barbell with a total of two hundred and fifty pounds waiting to be lifted over her head. “Come on, Susie. Bring out that warrior goddess!” Tammy cried out.

Susie didn’t have a warrior goddess inside her. She knew she looked the part, being half a foot over six feet and, as of a few years ago, carrying muscles people would go thirsty for. But inside all she wanted was to not feel like some tall freak of nature. Years of birch comments from middle school onwards had already tarnished her self esteem. At least now she wasn’t referred to as an oak.

Lifting with her legs, Susie strained her muscles and carried the weight up to her chin. Just one motion was all it took, one burning push that brought the massive weight over her head with an exhale before letting it drop to the padded floor. “Yes!” Tammy cried out, her stupidly cute face grinning ear to ear while she pumped the air. “That’s twenty. How’s my amazon feeling?”

She blushed and looked around the room, blushing harder at the obvious stares from newcomers in the gym. “Kind of tired.” She took the water bottle her girlfriend offered, having only a quick sip to keep herself hydrated. “What’s next?”

“Cooldown is what’s next. You made it through your workout like a beast. A real oni.” Tammy tossed her a towel to help wipe away the excess sweat. “Just a two ring lap on the gym track. Then we’ll back it in.”

“We?” She looked at her diminutive girlfriend with an arched brow. “I’ve been the one lifting.”

“Training…” Tammy cleared her throat, “Being your trainer works up a sweat. Besides, are you really gonna complain about that?”

She shook her head, “No.” Crossing her arms, Susie looked back at some of the newbies who’d entered, still awkwardly staring at her without any sense of privacy. It was to be expected since she had a public gym membership, but it didn’t make her feel any less of a freak.

“Hey.” Tammy reached for her cheeks, standing on the tips of her toes to take hold and have Susie focus, “What did we say about people staring?”

“That I don’t owe them my attention?”

“Annnd?”

Feeling her chest tighten, Susie took a deep breath to repeat her girlfriend’s mantra. “That I am beautiful just as I am, and I’m only doing this because I want to take pride in my body. My muscles are my own.” The soft embrace of Tammy’s lips flooded endorphins through her body, kickstarting the cooldown process.

“Good girl.” Tammy let go and pulled out her watch, “Hmm…how about we try another exercise before the cooldown? Basic full body workout.”

“Not the rower,” Susie said with apprehension. “You know how much I hate that thing.”

Her short girlfriend nodded and pointed to the far corner, where a large tractor tire and a sledgehammer with a yellow handle leaned against the wall. “I know. Did some research and asked the boss if they could offer it. She’s really easy to convince whenever Bradley’s in the room.”

“Bradley?” Susie hadn’t seen the twink trainer for months. “I thought he quit.”

“Who said that?” Tammy asked.

“Well…no one.” Susie felt her toes twisting against the mat as she tried to recall where she heard it. “I just thought he found a new job or something.”

“Oh, well he did find a new job.” Tammy smiled, “He teaches more private classes now. A bit too extreme for someone of your caliber.” For a brief moment, Susie blinked and looked back on the two-hundred and fifty pound barbel she just hoisted over her head. Then she eyed her girlfriend, saying all she needed to say with an arched brow. The smaller woman shook her head, “Just trust me on this, will ya? Now come on, that tire isn’t gonna beat itself.”

Susie didn’t understand the point of the exercise. Tammy explained it was a full body workout, but all she saw was an excuse to hit a tire. Holding the sledgehammer tight, she swung down and smashed it against the rubber tire, feeling the impact ripple through her arms as the head bounced off.

The hammer came back, and with a circular motion, she slammed it down again. Over and over she struck, feeling the intensity. A voice in the back of her head told her to think of the tire as the person who kept staring. She abhorred violence, but Susie didn’t deny that there was some catharsis in imagining the stupid stares being beaten down in some way. Those dumb little eyes watching her sweat and strain, desire beaming down against her while she struggled and…

Tammy called out, “Susie!”

She stopped, hammer frozen midair right over the tire. Her body burned, both from exhaustion and something else. “Did you remember to breathe?” Her girlfriend asked. She exhaled again, her muscles streaming out as fresh oxygen came when she inhaled. “Jeez, I leave you for a few minutes to go talk to a creeper and you almost rip the tire.”

It didn’t look ripped. Sure, it had been bouncing with Susie’s strikes, but she couldn’t have been hitting it that hard. “Wait, what?” She looked to Tammy with concern, “Please don’t tell me you actually talked to him.”

She smiled back, “I just told him that if he kept staring like that, he should imagine his nuts like the tire.” When Susie’s face turned pale, Tammy held her hands up and added, “I’m kidding, kidding. Just told him basic gym etiquette.” Susie felt some relief at that. Tammy had a way with words that helped diffuse most situations, or escalated them if she was drunk.

“Anyway, looks like you’re good here.” Tammy took the hammer away and pointed to the track, “Two lap jog for a cooldown. Then meet me in the showers, my peachy oni.” Susie blushed and headed off.

***

Peachy Oni. That was the first nickname Tammy gave Susie when they started dating, on account of how much she blushed. According to Tammy, basing this information off her full japanese grandmother, oni were akin to ogres or trolls in Japan. Big demons with iron clubs and an insatiable appetite. Yokai were a bit more complex than that, but she got the gist that’s what Tammy lovingly referred to her as.

Strong and beautiful, if not a little intimidating.

Growing up tall didn’t give her the confidence people expected. Susie swore she saw people looking with shock at how she stood a good foot above them. It got a little better after highschool, when she started trying to build into her height over anything else. And she had to admit, her muscles looked good in the reflection staring back at her.

“What are you waiting for?” Tammy asked from behind. Like her, she’d gotten undressed for the shower. The diminutive half-Japanese woman had her arms crossed, her foot tapping quickly against the floor despite the grin on her face. “Come on, my oni, your other exercise is waiting.”

“Do you ever get a little cringe saying that?” Not that Susie minded anymore. “I mean, you’re only third-generation right? You once punched out a guy when he talked to you in that cutesy anime talk.”

“That’s ‘cause he was being a creep, not because of the anime talk.” Tammy shook her head, “And it’s my heritage, if I wanna call you an oni and you’re ok with it, I don’t see the issue. Now get your ass in the shower.”

The shower stalls were more like cement block cubicles than stalls, big enough for two people with Susie’s head towering just a few inches over it. Not enough for her to see over. Thanks to the rain showerhead positioned above, she didn’t need to hunch over to actually rinse herself off. The two took to the side after Tammy turned the knob, waiting for the steam to rise.

Biting her lip, Susie took a deep breath as her girlfriend’s hands traveled across her sweaty body, nails possessively digging into her thighs. “You remember the rules?” She asked, looking up to the blushing amazon. Even though Susie nodded, her girlfriend said, “Repeat them.”

“S-Stay,” She swallowed and took a deep breath, “Keep standing, no matter what.”

“Good girl.” At her command, Susie stepped forward into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her muscled form. Her girlfriend kneeled down underneath her, lips kissing up her thigh until she came between her legs. She bit her lip at her girlfriend’s tongue, gently caressing her clit as the shower came down.

“Stand firm,” She silently told herself, mentally screaming for her legs to stay still. Tammy’s tongue took to a circular motion, teasing between her lips. Susie bit her lips and tensed herself, soft murmurs of her pleasure dripping out between her teeth.

Footsteps echoed from behind, followed by the pull of a curtain and the twist of a knob. The stall next to them shot water down, with someone stepping inside to rinse. Fear gripped her heart, and she looked down to Tammy with intent on having her stop. But her words froze, either from fear, desire, or clamping her own mouth shut from Tammy’s work. The angel and devil on her shoulder argued. One not wishing to get caught, the other not daring to stop her girlfriend’s talent. Besides, the angel reasoned, she needed to get better at standing through it. Tammy demanded it.

Pleasure built up from between her legs and up her belly. Susie bit her lips, her fingers clamoring against the tiled walls as she tried to silence herself under the hot water streaming through her. How loud was she? Could the person next to them hear her? She couldn’t hear any movements outside of their showerhead, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t louder.

It didn’t matter. Tammy’s tongue hit the sweet spot and Susie felt one great stretch before her muscles melted. Only her conditioner kept her steady when her legs grew numb. Steam rose from her breath to fight through the pleasure. She looked down to see her girlfriend smiling, trails of her juices across her soft face.

Susie kept quiet after the shower, and kept her head down in the hopes it’d hide her from anyone’s glances. Tammy told her it made her stand out more, but her inner shame crawled up inside and locked her neck. There was another reason for it, to hide her face. She didn’t want anyone to notice her smile.

Back in the car, she asked, “So, why have you been training me so hard as of late?”

Tammy leaned back into the passenger seat and smiled, “It’s a bit of a surprise, but think of it as a new take on a classic for an event.”

***

To those that knew Susie, it was not surprising that she was a sub. Her size made many fantasies difficult, namely things that involved physically overpowering or carrying her, but she was weak in the knees for those who knew just how to approach her. Maybe that’s why she found herself falling for Tammy, as the girl showed nothing but confidence in everything she did.

But, in private, Tammy could be as nervous as anyone. She practically stuttered her surprise reveal to Susie the day before, fearful of her girlfriend saying no. They had played, often with some outlandish ideas, but this was a step too far. At least that’s how Tammy described it when she played her own devil’s advocate.

It made the shock on her face all the more surprising when Susie said yes. Teeth bit down against the customized bit gag behind the light strapped over her face, combined with a posture collar to mimic a motorbike headlamp. Pasties with electric wires running up to the saddle were slapped over her nipples, with E-stims that activated for turns. Her arms were locked to her sides and forwards in metal sleeves chained to the saddle, with little pegs pointed out where the rider could press their feet on. Her hair had been wrapped in a ponytail and tied to handlebars running from the headlamp, her feet were covered in heavy-duty leather work boots for any kind of terrain. To top it off, her ass and pussy were filled with stimulated plugs and vibes, that lit up to a corresponding red or green when vibrating.

Beyond this, she was as naked as the day she was born.

“Come on,” Tammy twisted one of the handle bars. Susie bit into her gag at the growing buzz between her legs and marched forward, “Let’s go for a ride.” The months at the gym made her girlfriend’s weight inconsequential compared to the stares and smiles of everyone else in the festival. Thanks to her posture collar, she couldn’t turn her head away to hide her blush at each person gawking. Normally there were enough wild acts that it was easy to blend in, even at her height, but being a walking bike for her mistress had her stand out all the more.

A shrill whistle ringed in her ears. Her anal vibe buzzed, signaling her to stop. “Hot damn, now that’s an idea.” From the corner of her eye, Susie noticed three or four men and women in varying degrees of leather and denim, their jackets covered in pins and patches. The man in front had a heavy gray beard and thick sunglasses, “Some kind of evolution of ponyplay?” He asked.

“Well, she’s got more horsepower than some of those ponies.” Tammy laughed, patting Susie’s backside. “My Suzuki here is American made, believe it or not. Been fine tuning her for months.”

“Really?” He grinned, crossing his arms and pulling one of the bikers closer. It just occurred to her that he had each biker by a leash. “Got any tips? Might wanna do the same to one of my bitches here.”

“I got more than a few,” Tammy said. Flipping a small switch, Susie felt both her nipple vibes buzz slowly, telling her to kneel down so her mistress could hop off. “Not sure how you’d do it with a guy, but I’d got a special system to mimic most functions. See these wires?” The biker’s thick hand traveled along them at Tammy’s direction, “They all link to each toy. Even now her buttplug is buzzing.”

“High?” He asked.

She laughed. “No, I don't want her exhausted just yet. You cage your partners?” Susie tried blocking out most of the conversation, focusing instead on everyone’s gaze. Something about the pride in her girlfriend’s voice made everyone’s eyes feel less terrifying and more…alluring? She blushed but found herself wanting to puff her chest a little more. Exposing the proud engine that ran this body of hers.

The buzz in her ass built up. Her teeth gnawed into the gag, heavy breaths escaping her nose with each passing moment. Combined with the low buzz against her breasts, she was certain to thrash about and release if not for Tammy’s hand petting her scalp. “I think you should take her over to the horse races.” The biker pointed northward through the crowd, “Even if they don’t let ya enter, you’d certainly show up a few of them. Give ‘em something new.”

Tammy kicked back up over the saddle, “I think I will. Feel free to email me questions and requests. I’d love to help tune up your boys.” Her anal plug stopped, replaced by the buzz in her cunt and a turn of her head. Steadying herself, Susie stood up and pushed forward, her heavy footsteps bearing the weight of lust from her and her girlfriend.

Her girlfriend made no problem in explaining and showing off every bit of technical prowess in Susie’s gear to those who asked. And she was asked, exposing Susie’s plugged ass more times than she bothered to count. The constant vibrations surging through her had Susie biting deep into her gag to keep silent. Her breaths were like the running of an engine, her body tensing and pulling with each command. Susie was a bike, a Suzuki for her mistress.

Horse trainers and ponyplay enthusiasts turned their heads with surprise at their approach. They had walled off a small portion of the fair for themselves, with streets taken over with people in pony gear prancing in line like a horse show. A few looked away from her and Tammy with a sneer, but enough approached with interest.

“Like it?” Tammy asked, patting her Suzuki on the side, “Spent a lot of hours at the gym getting her fit and ready. Bet she could pull a cart just as easily.

The horse trainer, a diminutive woman who fit her jockey outfit to a tee, smirked and crossed her arms. “Really? I’d like to see that. Interested in a wager?”

Susie felt her girlfriend lean in from above, “I just might be. On second.” A soft whisper wafted down her ears, “Wanna compete against some pretty ponies? Make a soft little engine noise if no, twice if yes.” As if she could be more embarrassed, Susie let out two low growls to emulate the roar of an engine. “Yeah, we’re in. What do you have in mind?”

The jockey pointed to a single seat pony cart. “Timed race. Your Suzuki against my Tom. Whoever passes the finish line with the fastest wins.”

“And what do I win?” Tammy asked with a grin.

“I win bragging rights.” The jockey twirled her crop between her fingers. “You’ll just get the attention of the crowd. Sound good?”

With a nod and a firm handshake, her girlfriend agreed. She lost the coin toss, forcing Susie to watch as the jockey’s partner was straddled into his reins. He looked strong, not as much as her but like he spent his freetime running. She didn’t pay him much attention, more focused on her breathing as Tammy forgot to turn off her stoplight anal plug. He pulled at the bang of the starting pistol, the sound rippling across her chest. The reins grew taught with his pull, his jockey riding behind with a clear grin as he not only pulled her, but pranced with class through the process. With the amount of street they had been given, their race only allowed for a single timed sprint. Fifty meters, if she heard right.

“Forty-five seconds.” Tammy counted, “Not bad. Guess the prancing is for safety reasons.” She turned Susie’s head and set the cunt vibes to motion, “Come on, let’s get you hooked up.” Her girlfriend made it clear not to remove any of the gear she’d already placed, leading to a lengthy conversation that only made Susie’s legs weak from the constant vibe in her backlight plug.

Strapped in, and with the sound of the pistol, Susie hauled off. The weight of the wagon dug into her, and even without the prancing requirement, she found it difficult to step forward. Her legs wobbled, breath grew tight, and the tingling sensation between her thighs grew ever constant from the vibrations. She pressed on, not wanting to let her mistress down in a public setting.

Cheers rippled through her body. She noticed the smiles and shouts from her peripheral gaze, all eyes on her. Envy, desire, or pure enthusiasm? That and more displayed on the crowd watching. The devil and angel on her shoulders conjoined, whispering all the dirty thoughts and anxious desires she’d been building up. They wanted her. They wanted a tall amazonian bike to carry them through and-

Her leg muscles melted. Susie stumbled, her own strength just enough to keep her from crashing into the pavement. The ripple from her crotch wouldn’t stop, ramping up and up until tears of pleasure flowed from the next forced wave.

“Susie?” She blinked, a small silhouette with a familiar voice entered her gaze. “Susie?” it asked again, soft hands holding her head in embrace. The vibes stopped, and with a deep breath, her vision cleared to see Tammy looking straight at her, worry plastered across her face. With her gag lifted, she pushed over and kissed her mistress, embracing every second of her girlfriend’s taste.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or the orgasmic bliss, but she heard nothing from the crowd. Or the outside world for that matter. In just that moment, the two were intertwined in harmony. Broken shortly by Tammy breaking away with a smiling, but ultimately shocked face. “Oh good,” she said, exhaling a deep breath, “You’re ok.”

“Did I win?” Susie asked.

“You collapsed halfway. Are you ok?” Tammy pressed the back of her hand against her amazon’s forehead, “You’re not suffering from heatstroke or anything, right?”

She could use a drink, but Susie shook her head, “You kind of…well…” Blushing, Susie continued with a whisper, “forgot to turn off the vibes.”

Now it was Tammy’s turn to blush, her face growing akin to a cherry shade of red. They both laughed. “I think we need to take a break. Get a few drinks?”

“Sure, hop on.”

They didn’t stop at a cafe. Two bottles of water from the local street vendor worked well enough before Tammy directed her to an alleyway. After a quick guzzle and an unbuckling of Susie’s arm restraints, she looked at her bondage bike and, with a coy grin, removed her leather bottom. “You can’t have all the fun today, now can you?” She asked, curling her finger for her bike to come closer.

No she couldn’t, Susie reckoned, and she aimed to pay it back. Looping her hands around Tammy’s legs, she hoisted her mistress up without effort and pressed her against the wall. Sweat and desire filled her nostril before she dug into the short woman’s snatch, her tongue twisting and spelling every letter of the alphabet.

“F-fuck,” Tammy muttered through gritted teeth. Her hands clamped down against Susie’s hair, grasping for dear life as the amazon ate her out. Anyone could walk into the alleyway, see the two of them going at it, and it only pushed her further to tease out her mistress. A shudder fell from her small body, followed by the taste of her juices across Susie’s tongue. “Fuck…” Tammy sighed with satisfaction. As Susie let her down, she looked up with a grin and added, “Don’t think you won’t get a punishment for being aggressive.”

Susie cracked a smile back, “I’m looking forward to it.”

***

“So, next time I should obviously better watch over the vibrators.” Tammy’s elbow gently dug into Susie’s back, wrestling out the tension from hours of being bound. The amazon said nothing, letting out a small breath as she relaxed. “Maybe I should build a sensor or something, let me know that they’re going off for too long.”

“I didn’t actually hate it,” Susie commented, not bothering to lift her head from their bed, “I just couldn’t run anymore after that. Sorry.”

Tammy laughed and lightly slapped her girlfriend’s rump, “You got nothing to be sorry for. I didn’t care about winning. Just showing you off, and what a show you pulled. Only thing I can do is improve upon the design.”

“And what were you thinking?”

Tammy listed off several ideas. From a full headed hood so she’d only move by direction of the vibrations, chrome body-paint, piercings, and even a tattoo. Susie nearly jumped from the last suggestion. “Isn’t a tattoo a bit much?”

“Piercings aren’t?” Tammy laughed. “We can get temporary tattoos, unless you change your mind in a year or so. Or just add it over the body-paint. Would take a lot of work, but I like a challenge. I’m thinking something like, Amazon XXXL for the name, almost sounds like a brand.”

“How about Oni?” Susie recommended, “With a peach?” Tammy’s hands stopped soothing her muscles. When she turned around to see why, her girlfriend’s lips met her own for a slow passionate kiss.

“I thought you hated that phrase?” She asked.

Susie bushed, “I do. But I love it when you use it."