Trial Membership
#1 of Tristan's Master
This story contains Nudity and Mature themes and visuals
All characters are (c) themselves
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Tris sighed. He couldn't believe it had gotten to this point. He stood before the glistening facade of a gym. He stared up at the muscle god illustrated as part of the logo, flexing and holding the name of the gym in its paws, on display: Soido's. He looked down at the reflected image of himself in the silvered glass of the door, nothing visible of the interior of the gym. He was wearing fairly loose clothing, having gained a good deal of weight during a recent bout of depression. He was hoping that joining a gym would help him cut down on his weight, and keep his mind away from the dark places. The hare poked at his belly through his shirt, feeling it squish a bit. Tris finally took a step forwards the doors, reaching out to grasp the giant handle and pulled. He blinked, thinking it was locked for a moment. He pulled again, harder and it slowly opened a crack, the sound of clinking weights and grunting males coming out, as well as the scent of working bodies. Tris blushed as the odor distracted him enough that the door fell closed again.
The hare meeped as a giant striped muscular arm pushed the door open from the inside, "Hey there little guy." Came a caring voice from above the hare's head. His eyes were locked on the chords of muscle rippling along the arm holding the door open at his eye level, tiger musk washing into his nose. "Did you want in, or are you not speaking to me because I interrupted your time looking at whatever happened to be shiny enough to show your reflection to you at the moment?"
Tris blinked and looked to the Tiger's face. The feline was only a couple inches taller than the hare, but Tris felt tiny looking up at him, "Y-Yeah..." He ducked a bit under the giant arm and froze just inside the gym. He was absolutely the smallest male there. Everywhere he looked, Tris spotted rippling muscles, working at machines, spotting, posing...
He felt a little faint, until a giant paw cupped his rear, "Beautiful..." Spoke the tender voice of the tiger.
Tris nodded absently, "S-So beautiful..."
The tiger chuckled, "I was talking about you, cutie..." The hare looked up and back with a deep blush at the tiger stammering wordlessly. The muscle god chuckled and started to lead the hare forwards with the paw on his rump, which he couldn't help but give a nice squeeze, having been a while since he felt someone up with a nice bit of pudge on them. The hare was blushing deeply by the time he got to the counter, guiding the bunny along to the massive minotaur standing behind there. "Got a new member for you, D."
"And he is a darling little one, Mrrrooo...." The minotaur lowed appreciatively, "Thank you, G."
The tiger looked miffed, "Don't call me G."
"I'll stop when you get up the effort to pronounce my full name." The minotaur stuck out his long tongue as the Tiger wandered off, leaving the hare dazed and staring at a massive bared pectoral before him. The minotaur shook his head slowly with a chuckle, "I'm Deioth. What's your name?"
Tris blinked a couple times, then tilted his head back to meet the giant's gaze, "I-I'm Tristan. Tristan Hawthorne."
"That's a good name. So, why are you interested in joining Soido's? Toning, Building?" The minotaur smiled warmly.
The hare blinked softly, "Um... I'm out of shape, and I w-was hoping I c-could lose some weight if I j-joined a gym..."
Dieoth lowed softly, chuckling at the hare's stammer and demeanor as he leaned down and in to be a little closer to the hare's eyeline, "Well that's fine. Sounds like you could do with our free trial of a month. You'll be in shape by then most likely. If you want to stay and build up some muscles, you can get a membership, and if not, well, you can go on to whatever. Sound good lil bun?"
Tris was still trying to get his brain to work, the very air clouding his mind with burgeoning lust for all the males around. The minotaur seemed to notice this, not seeming to mind at all, since he was enjoying the view of the bunny himself. After a long moment Tris nodded. "Y-Yeah..."
"Good. Now fill this out." The minotaur handed Tris a clipboard with a Membership application. Tristan quickly scribbled in his personal information, with his rather poor handwriting. When he was done he handed it back to Deioth, " There we go... Hey, Mal!" The minotaur stood up straight and called to one side.
An absolutely enormous wolf padded over a moment later, "What is it?" Tristan found himself transfixed, staring up at the 11 foot tall wolf with blue and white fur, wrippling all over with muscles.
"If you're free Malir, I'd like you to take the new kid around on a beginner's workout." Dieoth chuckled.
The wolf looked around for a moment, then looked down at Tris, slowly grinning, "Oh, I'm Free..." Malir chuckled softly, "And who is this delectable lil bun?"
Tristan blushed at the endearment and found himself looking at the bulge directly below his eye level, the wolf's loins clearly outlined in spandex. The hare made a few vowel sounds. Dieoth chuckled again, "This is Tristan. Be gentle with him, Malir. I know that look..."
The wolf feigned innocence, shifting his weight so his bulge swayed in front of the hare, whose eyes followed it. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"That boy better be able to come back tomorrow, Malir." Dieoth snorted and gave a warning low.
Malir sighed, "Oh, alright. C'mon bunny." He turned and his bushy tail brushed against the hare, hooking him gently and starting to lead him along. They stopped at the water cooler first and Malir carefully filled a paper cup with water. He threw the contents in Tris' face. "Wake up, Tris. Those your workout clothes?" He asked as the bunny sputtered.
Tristan shook his head as the chilly water soaked into his pelt and scalp, his floppy ears flying randomly about. Malir chuckled at the sight as Tristan blinked a bit, before looking up at the giant wolf, "Well, yeah, I guess. I didn't bring anything else..."
Malir looked the bunny's ensemble over, sighing softly at how entirely unflattering it was to the handsome hare. "It'll do, but next time we see each other, I'd like you to be in something a bit more suitable for here. Don't worry about it not being street clothes, we have locker rooms."
Tris blushed, thinking of all the bike shorts and speedos he had seen since he arrived, not sure he was anywhere close to ready for wearing that sort of thing, "O-Okay..."
"What are you looking to work on here, Tristan?" Malir smiled warmly.
The hare sighed, "Well I've gotten quite a bit of pudge in the last couple months, and I wanna get trim again..."
"Let's warm up with some cardio." Malir guided Tristan with his tail once again, over to a series of cardio machines. "Do you feel more comfortable on a treadmill, elliptical, or a stationary bike?"
"Um, which would my feet fit into?" Tristan looked at the machines, then down to his much bigger than average footpaws. Malir looked at them too, the digitigrade footpaws disproportionately large, even for a lagomorphs. They were also bare.
"Okay, we might have a problem here..." Malir sighed, "You need some sort of foot covering. We don't want your feet getting hurt. Lots of heavy things and moving parts near your feet."
"I can never find shoes. I'm trying to figure out how you're wearing any, personally." Tris sighed.
"Wait here and think of which machine you wanna use for cardio. I'll work on getting you some rentals. We cater to all sizes here." Tristan nodded softly and watched Malir pad off. He stared at the different machines, all vaguely facing a widescreen TV at one wall. His eyes widened as he realized that the machines were also arranged in order of their capacity, be it size or weight. The sizes went up to the 20' tall range and the weights entered tonnage! When he found the elliptical with footholds large enough for him, he found to his dismay that the rest of him was too small to actually operate the machine. He padded his way back over to where Malir left him just as the wolf returned, "Decided yet?" He pulled a chair over, indicating the hare was to sit, his other paw bringing around some very strange looking shoes indeed.
"Well I think the only one I could conceivably use is the treadmill." Tris sighed softly as Malir started to put the shoes onto him. They looked like they were designed for hooves, not paws. He flexed his toes a little as Malir laced them up to Tris' shins, the footwear seeming like some sort of greek styled sandal when all done up.
Tristan stood when Malir was done and walked with the giant wolf to the smallest treadmill in the room. He inserted the key, which had a bit of string coming off of it, but it didn't attach to anything. "Alright. I'm gonna set you on a good jog for 15 minutes. While you jog, I'll go look up a good digitigrades shoe retailer. Is that alright with you, Tristan?" The hare nodded softly. The bunny stepped onto the treadmill. Malir gently replaced the newly shod footpaws onto the sidebars and programmed the device, the band starting to move at a steady pace. Tristan stepped onto the moving band and started to jog. Malir wordlessly patted him on the shoulder and headed off to the trainer's station.
Tris felt his heartrate start to move up, putting two fingers to his throat to feel it a bit more concretely. He perked as the speed started to increase, a graph on the display going upwards. He was able to deal with the new speed, although he noticed his shoes were starting to feel loose. Then the whole array started to change angles, causing him to be running "uphill". He looked around, "Um... Malir...? Anyone...? EEP!" His shoe slipped halfway off his foot and he plummeted, knees hitting the band and instantly getting shot back onto the floor and along it, the hare's face hitting next, and grinding hard as his arms flailed, trying to reach the stop button blindly.
"Holy shit!" Someone shouted and the band stopped, the hare feeling large paws scoop him from the ground. The skin under the fur on the left side of his face barely masked the reddening welt growing there. "Oh crap, Tristan, I'm sorry. I'm used to programming for bigger guys. Don't sue me. Please?"
Tris groaned, opening his eyes to find himself cradled in the arms of the giant blue wolf. His other cheek turned red in a blush, "I-I'm okay... Honest... It was the shoe... It didn't fit right..." He flexed his foot to show that off, then winced, having twisted his ankle pretty badly. He hoped he hadn't sprained it...
"I can't in good conscience continue our session today." Malir spoke softly, carrying the hare gingerly against his massive chest, the hare blushing still as he was treated so gently. The giant wolf padded his way through the locker room to the other side, with the pool. He carried Tristan to the spa and slowly eased the hare down alongside it, working the shoes off, then the hare's sweatpants, revealing the hare had absolutely nothing in the way of underwear. Tris blushed deeply at this , covering himself up even as Malir pulled off his shirt, before slipping him into the bubbling hot water onto a platform designed for the smaller denizens of the gym. "Now you give your leg a good long soak, it'll make you feel better." The wolf ruffled Tris' headfur, and padded off with his clothing!
Tristan was blushing quite deeply by now, a soft chuckle alerting him to the fact there was someone else in the in the spa. It was that tiger who helped him in and to the front desk. "So, what did Malir do to you to make him give off the anti legal action vibe?"
Tris blushed deeper, "I fell off the t-treadmill because the shoes he g-gave me didn't fit."
"Oh, crap... sorry bunny." The tiger rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed.
"I'm Tris..." The hare ventured softly, gradually uncrossing his paws in front of his naughty bits as he grew confident that the bubbles covered himself up.
"That's a cute name. I'm Gyro." The tiger extended his large paw to Tris, who more placed his own paw into it than taking it, feeling it engulf his own as they shook. "I'm sorry your first day had to take such a nasty turn."
"Its alright. I should have known this would be a bad idea..." Tris sighed softly.
"Don't be like that..." Gyro used his paw to pull Tris across the spa. The hare winced as his foot touched the floor under the water, applying weight and sending a jolt of pain up his spine. The tiger saw this and gently set the hare onto his lap, "Ankle bothering you, sweetie?"
Tris nodded softly, "Y-Yeah. I have weak ankles. I've sprained the right one twice already... I hope it's not sprained again. I don't want to spend another six weeks in a boot."
Gyro folded his beefy arms across Tris' body, "Just relax, little bunny. Let the water work over your legs. I'll take care of you..." Tristan blushed softly, closing his eyes as he feels the warmth of the frothing spa soothing his aches, while he rested his head on the thick pectoral of the giant tiger, the warmth making him start to feel drowsy. He distantly felt one large paw tenderly stroking over his ears, and knew that it was the Tiger he barely knew, but he couldn't bring himself to care...
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Gyro looked up as Malir returned, still stroking over Tris' ears. The wolf smiled softly, "He feeling better now?"
The muscular tiger nodded softly, "I think I'm gonna take him home. He's had the shortest long day I've witnessed in a while."
"Alright. I'll put his clothes next to your locker." Malir padded off with the clean clothing, as well as a few printout sheets for shoe retailers.
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Tristan felt himself being raised up out of the water, the fluid leaving his fur matted down against his naked form. He shivered at the cold air compared to the spa's warmth. A large paw moved to cup his rump, lending its warmth and offering modesty to the little bunny. Tristan murmured softly, to out of it to wonder why the lap he had been sitting in didn't seem to go away as the Tiger holding him walked. Before he knew it, Tris was under a showerhead, and the tender feline was working shampoo through his fur, strong paws massaging while they cleansed his body, paying careful attention to his leg and his face. Tristan blushed softly as the gentle treatment aroused him a little, but Gyro said nothing, just making sure he was clean, before heading to get a towel. The soft towel worked through his pelt, drawing the moisture away, before a larger towel took care of the muscular tiger himself. Soft strokes of a brush through Tris' hair and along his ears distracted him from his thoughts, keeping him from getting too embarrassed as his naked body was paraded through the locker room to Gyro's locker. Nimble paws worked on the freshly cleaned clothes onto the freshly clean bunny, and Tris was gently hefted for a moment, before being set back down. Gyro grasped his workout bag with one paw and kept Tris pressed to his front as he walked out into the main gym.
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Deioth smirked, amused, and a little jealous that Tris was now riding atop the absolutely enormous bulge of Gyro's maleness in the tiger's pants, forming a platform atop that had ample room for Tris to sit, as he was, with soft nuzzles from the feline keeping the hare from noticing exactly where he was. The minotaur sighed softly and pulled up Tris' application form, changing the home address.