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Chad was an exquisite specimen of a wolf. Tall, muscled and powerfully built, the light gray colored canid stood like some Greco-Roman marble statue alongside the swimming pool in the Monochrome Gym. He was in his customary outfit for his job as chief instructor; his trusty speedo. He watched as the various customers swam in the pool, splashing and having a good time. Occasionally, Chad's best friend and fellow instructor Trent, who was in the the lifeguard chair high above the ice cold waters, would have to blow his whislte and reprimand some swimmers who were being a little too rowdy or a little too rough. Each time he did, Chad would flinch, which was unusual for him. Ordinarily the wolf was the very definition of calm, cool, confident and collected.

But a raging toothache could break anyone's concentration and spoil their mood. Even Chad. His tooth had started hurting a day ago and hadn't stopped. He'd meant to buy some Oragel to put on it to numb the pain, but hadn't been able to get away from the gym that day. Some problems with a couple of rowdy hyenas. Since it had been such a long day, he'd been too tired after eating two fully grown hyenas to bother swinging by the drug store, so he'd simply gone home, popped some aspirin and had a fitful night of sleep. The pain wasn't particularly bad when he'd woken up this morning, so he simply came to work expecting it to eventually go away. Much to his displeasure, though, it had returned with a vengeance during his snack break at the juice bar.

What was it? What was causing it? He sat down on the edge of the pool and stuck his legs in the cold water and worked his lower jaw. It was a back upper tooth on the right side. He sucked on the inside of his cheek and probed at the offending tooth with his tongue. The pressure helped relieve the pain a little, but as soon as he let up, it came back. His efforts to ignore it by watching the playing swimmers wasn't helping. If he didn't get something to numb it, the pain was going to drive him mad.

Not that Chad couldn't handle pain. He took it in stride. The problems was how annoying it was. It was difficult to concentrate. Chad's job wasn't exactly a complicated one, but if he prided himself on something besides his incredible body, it was his work ethic. He strove to always be at the top of his game and give everyone and everything his complete and undivided attention. And this damn tooth was making this difficult for him to do so!

He grumbled and, feeling how cool the water was on his legs, idly wondered if a swim wasn't what he needed. He jumped in and did a few laps, mindful not to bump into anyone on account of his large size. The water did help a little, but not enough to really warrant a difference. He needed that damn Oragel. Getting to a ladder, he climbed out and grabbed a gray towel with the gym logo on it. He shook himself dry first and then towelled off his damp fur. Slinging the towel over one shoulder, he started for the exit. He stopped his way out to call up to Trent seated high on his lifeguard tower.

"Hey," he yelled up, his powerful voice echoing in the vast room amidst the splashing and laughing, "I'm going out for a while. Hold the fort for me until I get back, okay?"

"Sure, Chad," Trent yelled back down.

The white stag was about to ask what was wrong with his friend, but then Chad turned and went through the glass double doors that looked out onto the main area of the gym, and was gone from view.

Smelling strongly of chlorine, Chad made his way through the main area, past all of the various attendees lifting weights, running on treadmills and other activities. The wonderful stink of male sweat cleared his head a little and relaxed him, but he couldn't linger. Fortunately nobody stopped him to ask him for help, and by the time he made it to the locker rooms he was officially off duty. With a sigh, he hung the towel up and stripped off his speedo. Nude he entered the shower area. He smiled despite his aching tooth. He'd definitely had some good times in here.

The only other occupant at the moment was a short beaver who was new to the gym, and whose name Chad didn't know. He stood under the leftmost showerhead and had apparently just arrived and turned the water on. He ignored Chad for the moment and stuck his head under the running stream. Chad stepped up beside him, taking the showerhead directly next to him. Even with his tooth aching, he couldn't miss a chance to sidle up to another guy and let him bask in his muscular body's magnificence, especially if it was a new guy.

The sound of the water turning on made the new guy look up and gasp involuntarily. He was young. College aged. Chad guessed by his build he'd joined in an effort to either lose some of the pudge around his middle or build his thinner upper body, one. Chad winked at the beaver and grabbed a bar of soap, then winced a little as his tooth nagged him again. Damn it. The tooth was even preventing him from flirting properly.

He turned away and grumbled as he lathered up. Beside him, the new guy shyly went about his business. They showered together in silence. Chad could see himself making seductive small talk with the beaver but he was just too annoyed to try, and in too much of a hurry to finish showering to he could get out of here and run to the drug store.

At this point a bighorn sheep entered. He was naked except for a pair of prescription athletic glasses strapped around his head. Chad knew him slightly. He'd been coming to the Monochrome Gym for a couple of years now and occasionally they made small talk, but Chad knew little about him besides his name. John Carnahan.

"Whew, what a day," said John. He pulled off his athletic glasses and set them aside on a bench. "Watch where you sit, you guys," he said. "Those babies are what you might call expensive."

Chad eyed him. The ram was tall. Actually taller than him, just not as muscular. He was one of those guys that was very tall and somehow thickly built without actually being muscular. His large, blunt-tipped horns curling out from either side of his head were a testament to his virility, which currently swung freely between his stocky thighs. Like most men of his type of build, it seemed that the extra mass missing from his muscles went into his sex organs. The ram's dick was gigantic even while limp, and just barely hid his very firm-looking balls.

"Hi Chad," John said. "How are things?"

"Eh, so-so," Chad said, washing under his arms as he made love to John's body with his eyes. Despite himself he was starting to get hard. He hoped he wouldn't get fully erect or else his trip to the store would get delayed that much faster. "Goth a toothache."

This seemed to catch John's interest. But instead of pursuing the conversation further, John, not wanting to be rude, smiled down at the new guy between them. He came up and took the showerhead on the other side of the beaver so that the new guy was now sandwiched between the two hulks.

"Hello," he said, sounding friendly. "I don't think we've met before. I'm John."

"Oh, uh, hi, John" said the beaver. He practically coughed the words out, he was so nervous.

"You're new here?" the ram asked warmly.

"Yes," said the beaver. There was nervous lust in his voice.

His eyes wandering away from John and down to the beaver, Chad noticed he had an obvious erection he was trying to conceal. The new guy shuddered and hurried up with his washing. Chad loved it when the new meat got nervous. He shut off his faucet clumsily without completely rinsing off the soap suds, then, still covering his crotch, hurried as much as the slippery floor would allow and disappeared into the locker area.

Chad finished his washing and rinsed all of the soap suds off. Then, shutting off the shower, he went over to grab a fresh towel. As he was drying off he heard John finish up as well. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the tall ram standing there looking at him with his large hands on his hips which like the rest of him were quite thick.

"You said you had a toothache?" John asked.

Chad nodded. "Yeah. Gonna go to the store in a minute to get some oragel."

"You know, I'm a dentist," said John. This surprised Chad. One thing John did not look like was a dentist. But you never knew. "Want me to have a look?" the big ram asked.

Chad mulled it over. Oddly, a dental visit had never crossed his mind. He wasn't terribly keen on postponing that Oragel, but he decided it certainly couldn't hurt to have John look. Given that he was a dental professional, John could at the very least tell him what was the matter with him. So he nodded. John smiled and grabed a towel.

"Come on," he said, gesturing for the wolf to follow him.

They went into the locker area, John drying himself with his towel as they walked. Here they found the beaver having just finished dressing. Grinning shyly, he left, and John smiled, watching him go, before directing Chad to have a seat on one of the benches. Rather than get his athletic glasses, he instead went to his reserved locker and opened it. From inside he retrieved a delicate pair of gold-rimmed bifocles which he slid onto his muzzle with gentle care befitting their fragile-looking appearance.

Coming over he knelt naked before Chad and his big hands came up and gently took hold of Chad's cheek with one hand, his chin with his other. "Now, open wide for me," he said.

Chad's stiffening cock got harder. Something about the way John said that was getting him going. He obeyed and yawned his maw open. As his thoughts turned to sex, the very oral nature of what they were doing, even if it was just an impromptu dental exam, was making the wolf wonder what the tall ram would feel like sliding down his gullet. His stomach growled. But later for that. For now, the wolf was content to allowed this weightlifting dentist to see if could determine his problem.

The ram looked down and took notice of the rising wood, but all he offered was a little chuckle. "This is a welcome change," he said as his fingers began entering Chad's mouth. "Most people hate dentists. It's nice to have a patient that not only doesn't mind me but gets an erection. Now then, let's have ourselves a look, here, shall we?"

John's fingers invaded the wolf's mouth. Chad expected it to be clumsy and uncomfortable, but instead, John, despite his great size and his big, thick-fingered hands, was quite gentle. His fingertips sliding over and probing at Chad's teeth were like those of a master pianist expertly touching the ivory keys with infinite skill and care.

"From what I can see, Chad, you have good teeth," said John. "So which one is it that's giving you all this grief?"

"Ahn a ack onnn eye thide," was all Chad managed to mumble out around John's fingers.

"Whoops," said John, and took them out. "Sorry about that. I have a nasty habit of trying to talk to patients when they can't answer. What did you say?"

Chad licked his lips, liking the taste he was getting. "I said it's a back one on the right side."

"Top or bottom?"

"Top," said Chad, and opened wide again.

Nodding, John gently slid his left hand around to the back of Chad's head and the wolf was made to lean back so that his open muzzle stuck up and he was staring at the pipes and flourescent lights on the locker room ceiling, John's hand cradling his head. John rose and leaned on knee against the bench in between Chad's spread thighs to support himself, brushing it probably intentionally against the wolf's balls, and then leaned over his "patient."

The thick but dexterous fingers of John's right hand were in Chad's mouth again, and he soon found the offending tooth. Chad helped, using his tongue tip to indicate which tooth it was by probing against it. John confirmed this was indeed the culprit by pushing against it which made Chad wince and cry out.

"Sorry," John said. "Well, that's it, all right. Hmm. I can't see anything obviously wrong with it on the outside." He squinted through his narrow gold glasses and then his eyes widened and he smiled. "Ah, here we go!" he said. "I think I've found your problem."

John very, very gently wedged his thin hoofnail between where Chad's gumline met his tooth. Chad cried out again and his eyes watered up a bit. But it was over instantly as John used his nail to pry loose a large and sharp fleck of popcorn kernal. As soon as he had it pinched between thumb and forefinger, he released Chad and allowed the wolf to sit forward and gasp. Chad immediately composed himself and wiped his eyes dry, feeling a little silly for having yelped the way he did. Besides, despite the fact it had hurt like a bitch, the pain was now ebbing.

"Here is your problem," said John, holding up the kernal piece. "Eating popcorn can cause these little fuckers to get stuck in your gumline, and they can hurt and stay there for days." He flicked it away. "I suppose I shouldn't have used my nail to dig it out, but I just figured it was the quickest way to get it and relieve your suffering. It was that, or wait for an appointment tomorrow at my office."

Chuckling he kneeled back down and gave Chad's still erect cockhead a lick. The wolf gasped and moaned a little. He looked down at the ram dentist and grinned. John got up and gently adjusting his spectacles and licked his lips at the little taste he'd gotten.

"Mmm," he said. "Quite good. A shame I haven't got time to stay and play." He smirked slyly. "And don't think I don't know what was running through your head while I was feeling around in there. I heard your stomach growls and I've heard the stories about you."

Chad frowned, disappointed. He stretched, flexing, wondering if his usual tactic of showing of just how incredible he looked would work to change the ram's mind. No go.

"Some other time. I have a previous engagement I can't break, even for a lovely cock like yours." John went to his locker and began getting his clothes on. "I'd also like to make an appointment for you, for, let's say, Thursday?"

"What for?" asked Chad, sitting back on his palms with his legs spread, erect wolfhood standing proud. "You just said my teeth were fine. Or are you that anxious to suck my dick after all?" He smirked.

The dentist laughed. "Oh, don't worry about that, Chad," he said, "I'd definitely love to have that lovely cock in my mouth when I've got more time. Anyway, what I actually said was that your teeth looked good. Not that they were perfect."

"Oh," said Chad, whose smirk remained. "So just like a checkup then?"

"Yeah," said John, who'd finished dressing. White t-shirt and khaki pants. He disappeared into the showers for a moment, then returned with his athletic glasses, put them in his locker and shut the door. "I'd like to have a look at your teeth with something a little more sophisticated than just my fingers."

Chad laughed. He was starting to like John. "All right, so, Thursday, then?"

"Sure," said John. From his pocket he took a small business card and handed it to the wolf. "You'll find my phone number and my office's address on there. Call and make an appointment with my receptionist Sarah, okay?"

"Sure thing," said Chad.

"Well, glad I could help you out," said the ram. "And I look forward to helping you out some more." His eyes travelled down and it was clear to Chad what he was looking at it. "In the meantime, though, goodbye."

With a smile and a wave, the tall ram dentist was gone, leaving Chad sitting there alone on the bench. He sighed, disappointed that John had neither given his cock a proper sucking, nor ended up inside of him. But at least John had gotten that damn popcorn kernal out! Chad wasn't going to eat popcorn for a little while, that was for sure. He should've suspected that the microwave popcorn he'd eaten for a snack the day before had been the cause of all his woes.

With a sigh, he decided to take care of his raging hard-on, and was just reaching down to grab hold of it when that beaver walked back in. Chad stopped, momentarily startled, watching as the new guy went to his locker and started to open it without looking at Chad.

"Hi, sorry," he said timidly, and hurriedly, "I just forgot my..."

He trailed off as he happened to glance over and see the godlike muscle-wolf leaning back on the bench, legs spread, cock jutting up. His mouth fell open and his jeans tented immediately. He stood there staring for a couple of moments holding the locker door half open before he finally shut his mouth, his teeth clicking loudly. But he otherwise didn't move.

His confidence returning, Chad sat up a little and lifted the hand he'd been about to start pleasuring himself with, and held it out towards the beaver with one finger crooked. He beckoned.

"Come here," he said softly.

The beaver swallowed and without really thinking, came over, leaving the locker door hanging half open. Chad's wolfish grin widened further. With his toothache gone he was feeling much better. He was his old self again and with this beaver here, he wasn't going to need to pleasure himself. This new guy was going to do it for him. And then he'd squirm in his belly.

Chad looked him over as he stood there. He was an adorable sort of fellow. The sort of inexperienced, likely virginal young man Chad loved to seduce. In addition to his paunchy belly on an otherwise relatively thin body, he had noticeably mismatched teeth. The left of his large buck teeth was longer and wider than the right, giving him a crooked-toothed appearance.

"I, uh," the beaver stammered.

"Hush," said Chad. "Just tell me your name, son, and then I'll do the talking."

The beaver blushed hotly, sweating. "It's Donnie," he said. "What--"

"Sshhh," the wolf shushed him softly, pressing a finger to his lips. "Just be quiet and do as I tell you, and you'll get to please me and so much more. Now, first thing's first. Strip."

Donnie's lower lip trembled and he nodded. He was fully under the muscular wolf's power. Chad didn't even have to try. If another guy was gay and smaller than him, then upon their initial encounter, the wolf completely owned him. Donnie belonged to Chad the second he happened to glance over while opening his locker, and Chad intended to put him to good use.

He was never mean or intimidating, though. His former partners tended to describe him in an almost paternal way, as though he were some kind of sexual mentor. His great skill when it came to people was his ability to mold them and guide them. Usually into his belly, which was where Donnie was going to end up, even if he probably didn't know it. And so, radiating a gently domineering aura, Chad sat there with his thick arms golded across his wide chest as this nervous little beaver took off his clothes for him.

Collared shirt, bluejeans, cotton briefs and shoes came off and were heaped in a pile, leaving Donnie nude, his nicely sized dick erect, not too big and not too small. Chad licked his lips and his stomach growled. But first he had to satisfy his other urge. Unfolding his arms, he reached down and slid his hand around to press against Donnie's back and guide the new meat forward.

He pondered whether he wanted to have Donnie suck him off, or if he wanted to fill the cute little butt. Donnie's teeth worried him a bit. He'd been blown by plenty of guys with buck teeth before, but the unusual length of the left tooth had him thinking Donnie was going to be a clumsy cocksucker his first time. Admittedly, he didn't know if this was Donnie's first time, but he didn't ask. Everything about the young beaver just screamed "virgin," anyway. And while Chad did occasionally enjoy the adorably clumsy efforts of first-timers, his lust was such that he needed it sated, and sated now.

So it was that Chad became the young new gym member's first lay there in the locker room. He took Donnie under the arms and pulled him up onto the bench with himself, and situated him so he stood spread-legged over the wolf's lap, the erect cock jutting up towards the pert-looking little beaver butt, paddle tail raised slightly, Donnie's dripping erection poking against Chad's abs.

"Reach back and spread your ass for me," Chad said.

Donnie did as he was bid, his fingers gripping his cheeks and pulling them apart and exposing his puckered tailhole. The beaver lowered himself down onto that cock, the oozing head making him groan as it touched his anus. He moved himself up and down some, before he managed to relax enough to make his asshole quit clenching so tightly. It turned out he was actually fairly loose. As soon as he quit puckering himself up from nervousness, Chad's cum-lubed cock slide up inside of the small body like a hot knife into butter.

"Mmmmrrrrfff, ahhhh," Chad groaned pleasantly as he gripped Donnie's shoulders. "And here I thought you were a virgin!"

Donnie gasped out as he started moving himself up and down on Chad's cock. "I am," he grunted through clenched teeth, which surprised Chad. He'd been right after all. "I just use a dildo a lot."

Chad chuckled and leaned in to nuzzle and kiss at Donnie's lips. The beaver returned the gesture, thick tail flapping in the air behind him as he rode the wolfdick, corkscrewing himself down on it again and again. Goodness, thought Chad, this guy was damn good for a virgin! The wolf decided that in addition to a dildo, this shy young college kid owned a buttload of gay porn, which he was imitating. The fact he'd never actually been with another guy before was evident at least in the fact that Donnie was utterly incapable of holding his wad. Even as he bucked up and down, his flopping erection was already squirting a copious amount of beaver-cum to splatter against Chad's well-defined washboard abs in long thick streaks.

The wolf grinned and licked his lips. Now it was his turn. He tightened his grip on the beaver's shoulders as Donnie gripped Chad by the middle, and, raising himself up off of the bench to give himself some room to thrust, whispered to his lover, "Hold on tight!"

And with that, he thrust up hard, making Donnie arch his back and scream out in pleasure. Sure, Chad was already in him, but now the real lovemaking began in earnest. Chad's toned ass wiggled back and forth, tail wagging, as he bucked his hips, making the young beaver ride him like an out of control mechanical bull, while Donnie held on for dear life. Chad's jaw went slack and his tongue lolled, a gobbet of drool slipping off of it to drip down over Donnie's chest. He panted and groaned and whimpered as he fucked the young beaver, before slipping his hungry jaws down over Donnie's head.

Donnie barely noticed, it seemed. His head slid ride into those yawning jaws, the sharp teeth scraping harmlessly over his cranium as Chad splatted his tongue over the beaver's face. Now Donnie noticed, but it was a bit too late. His cry was muffled by the broad canine tongue sliming thick drool over his face, making him splutter and cough, as the thick pink muscle slid beneath his chin and guided his thoroughly surprised face into the waiting blackness of the throat behind. Chad took a gulp and sucked the head right down the esophagus, sucking Donnie in up to his narrow shoulders, which slid into the wolf's jaws easily. Skinny guys were great snacks. Less effort to get their shoulders in.

The act of swallowing had started to pull Donnie off of Chad's cock, so the hungry wolf double himself over, keeping Donnie's head and shoulders inside of himself, but forcing the squirming figure back down over the aching dick. He was ready to blow. Donnie struggled and put up a surprising fight for such a scrawny young guy, and, given that he was understandably nervous again, he clenched his asshole tight over the wolfdick that filled him. This sent Chad over the edge, and his balls gurgled loudly and sent a torrent of his thick, rich canine cum shooting up into Donnie's bowels like a firehouse.

Even as he was cumming, the bent-over wolf took another swallow, which sucked Donnie right off of the still-splurting member and drew him inside of his lover turned predator up to his midsection. The wolfdick shot the remainder of his load against he beaver's well-pounded ass. That paunch of his nestled gently in the wolf's jaws, his dripping, spent beaver-cock dangling limping against Chad's lower lip. Chad's tongue darted out, curled around Donnie's dick, and claimed it, pulling it inside so it lay pinned between the wolf's tongue and Donnie's stomach. As Chad hoped, the beaver quickly got hard again.

With his meal halfway inside of himself, Chad paused in his swallowing and reached down and stroked his splurting cock until the spasms and last few little squirrts had subsided. Donnie's paddle-like tail hung down over his cum-covered ass, his legs hanging limply from the wolf's jaws. Chad continued to pet and stroke his cock as he started to eat again, using his tongue to tease over the beaver's once more erect cock. From deep inside of himself he heard a muffled moan, and beaver-cum filled his mouth as Chad brought his meal to his second orgasm in only a few minutes. As the beaver's hips began to enter the jaws, and before this forced Donnie's legs together, Chad made sure to slurp his tongue up between Donnie's ass cheeks to lick up his own cum that had splattered there.

He leaned his head back and again stared at the ceiling with its water pipes and bright flourescent lights, only this time, that vision came with a pair of narrow legs jutting straight up stiffly into the air, and a thick beaver tail, which came down and slapped Chad on top of the head gently. By now most of Donnie was beginning to be emptied into the wolf's waiting stomach. He opened his jaws wide and took a great big gulp, forcing that thick tail to become pinned against the backs of he beaver's legs as its based entered the mouth. From them, he used a combination of swallowing, working his lower jaw and tongue, and tossing his head back further and further to get those fear-stiffened legs down his throat. He could feel the knees bulging out his throat pleasantly.

Another swallow and the knee bulges vanished down deeper and Chad was able to learn forwards. Now only a pair of footpaws filled his mouth. He closed his jaws around then, took one final gulp and his meal as done. He sighed happily and groaned in pure, contented pleasure as all of Donnie bulged out his stomach, and then laid back on the bench with his mountainous beaver-filled tummy jutting up proudly. The beaver didn't struggle much at this point, and after only a couple of moments was completely still.

He belched. What luck, he thought, that Donnie had decided to return when he did. And that John had been earlier to help him with his tooth so he could enjoy a good romp with a customer, and then a nice filling meal. Amazing how the day had started out so shitty and ended up so great.

Trent walked in at this point. "Hey, Chad, there you are!"

Chad sat up a bit and looked at his friend over the towering bulge of belly. He grinned sheepishly. "Hi, Trent," he said.

"So this was the errand you needed to run," the stag said, shaking his head.

Chad belched. "Actually, no, this... this just sort of happened. I, well, it's a long story."

"Save it," said Trent with a chuckle and a dismissive wave of his hand. "I see you're back to your old self, anyway. Just go on home and digest whoever that is so you can come in tomorrow refreshed and renewed. I'll hold down the fort for you until you get back."

With that, he left, and Chad sighed and got up off of the bench, groaning as he felt the weight of Donnie settling and making his huge belly sag. Loosing another, thick belch, he shut Donnie's still half-open locker and went into the showers, his gut beginning to churn and gurgle. By the time he was done with shower number two, his stomach had dwindled in size a bit as the beaver was digested, but it would still take all night to digest him completely. When he was done, though, Chad's tummy would be back to its original flat, muscular shape.

As he got dressed, he spotted the business card sitting on the bench. Picking it up, he read what was printed on it again, this time aloud. "John Carnahan, DDS." He grinned. He was very much looking forward to that appointed with Dr. Carnahan.