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Early morning at the gym. No one else around. Chad the muscle-god wolf was reclining in one of the chairs beside the swimming pool, arms folded behind his head, grinning widely and watching David the svelte cheetah rising and falling. On Chad's cock, that is. When Chad had come into the gym at dawn to open it up and get it ready, he'd found David waiting for him and before he could even ask how he got in or what he was even doing there, the cheetah had pounced him, and their resulting frenzied kissing and groping had carried them into the pool area, where, after almost falling into the water, the pair had decided to make love on one of the many available deck chairs.

God, thought Chad, David had what seemed to be the tightest ass he'd ever had the joy of penetrating. David claimed he wasn't a virgin, and he sure took it up the ass like he'd done this countless times, but damn if he wasn't as tight as one. Chad figured it had to do with the fact the cheetah's workout routine, designed primarily to tone his lower body, had done wonders for his ass muscles. The best part of all of this, in Chad's mind, was that now that he finally got to see David naked, the wolf had noted that the cheetah's cock was pierced with a cute Prince Albert.

The reason for this....impromtu bout of wild sex in the middle of the morning, when Chad knew he should be getting the gym ready for opening before Trent showed up, was that David had come in first place in the running competition Chad had "helped" him train for. The trophy was even sitting on the floor beside them.

Apparently the cheetah thought this a valid excuse for more or less raping the huge wolf. Not that Chad was complaining. After all, any excuse to have a smaller but toned hottie like David rising and falling on his thick cock was a good excuse as far as he was concerned.

"So, unh," said David, between lustful grunts as he leaned forwards and placed his hands on the wolf's expansive chest. "How was he? I mean, how did he taste?" He was referring, Chad knew, to David's co-worker Bill, the cute rabbit whom David had more or less sent to the gym for the express purpose of being devoured by the muscular wolf.

"Don't know," grunted Chad. The cheetah was doing all the work; all Chad had to do was lie there and let the little guy pump himself up and down on his dick. When David paused in his movements to give the wolf a puzzled expression, Chad elaborated, "I didn't eat 'im with my mouth, silly. Lemme put it this way. When we're done here, a little bit of 'im just might get shot up into that cute ass of yours. I'm sure he would've loved that."

David laughed and resumed he work, gripping his own cock and giving it a good few jerks. He didn't feel guilty about Bill. He'd known the rabbit had had fantasies of being totally dominated by a gentle and loving muscleman like Chad. And in Chad's world, that meant eating him, be it with his mouth or some other part of his body.

Finally Chad hit his peak and shot his load into David's ass. The cheetah came not long after, arching his back and gripping his dick as he shot ropes of kitty cum all over Chad's washboard abs and chest. He then collapsed on top of Chad, panting.

"You two done, yet?" a familiar voice said from nearby. Both Chad and David looked over to see Trent standing framed in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "If you're finished, I think you might wanna get off your lazy, horny ass and come and help me get this place ready for today."

David grinned and got off of Chad, the wolf's cock making a lecherous, schlurking 'pop' as it left the cheetah's butt. He climbed down from the giant wolf as Chad sat up, and then stood. "How long have you been there?" he asked.

"Oh, I walked in sometime around, 'Oh, God, Chad, you're so fuckin' huge,'" Trent said, not even bothering to try and imitate David's voice.

David looked more than a little sheepish. Chad on the other hand gave his heartiest laugh ever and came over to Trent despite his nudity, grabbing the equally huge buck in a headlock.

"Hey, what are you--Cut it out!" Trent cried as Chad gave him a fierce noogie between his antlers. Laughing, Chad finally released him, and deftly avoided a playful punch. "I suggest you get dressed. I saw your clothes scattered all over the place out front." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the main gym area.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'," Chad grumbled with faux annoyance, turning to go. He paused and said to Trent, "Oh, uh, take care of David here, all right?" With that, he turned and walked out.

Trent nodded. "Sure thing," he said, and turned to David, grinning. He licked his lips.

David blinked, then laughed. He backed up as the big buck approached him, smiling widely with genuine playfulness and wagging a finger. "Oh, no," he said, "no, no, no, no, I have a track meet later, big guy."

"I think you're gonna be late, then," Trent said with a smirk and grabbed the cheetah before he had a chance to bolt. Lifting David off his feet, he guided the spent kitty's head to his waiting mouth. After that gay-bashing fuckwad of a tiger the previous week, David was going to be his first feral cat meal in a long time. David's head entered the waiting maw, and Trent was quick to grasp his arms and pin them to his sides as the cheetah struggled, and Trent worked his lips around the narrow shoulders.

Anyone other than Chad or some other employee or regular customer who came in at this moment wouldn't undoubtedly been surprised to witness a deer in the act of swallowing a cheetah, Trent knew. But in this gym, there were no surprises among the regulars. Even David, as hard as he was struggling, was only doing it for show. He'd know good and well what he was getting himself into when he signed up for membership here, and had looked forward to it.

With David's arms pinned to his sides, Trent could devour him more easily, now, and he was very eager to get down to where the "sauce" was. Namely, the leavings from David's session of screwing Chad. Taking another huge gulp, Trent forced David's shoulders down his throat, and bit by bit the slender cheetah disappeared into the giant deer, loud gulping and slurping sounds filling the room. Soon Trent had reached his goal, and his tongue slobbered hungrily over David's spent member, and across his balls, and, finally, to the holy of holies, the cheetah's well-used tailhole, from which Chad's thick seed oozed. Trent very nearly came in his pants himself from the taste of it, and used the tongue to scoop up David's behind and draw the rest of the cheetah's torso in, leaving only his kicking legs and swishing tail.

A few more liquid gulps and Trent's lips closed around David's ankles, the cheetah snack already starting to bulge out his belly. Trent sucked David's feet in slowly, savoring them and using his tongue to tease at his toes, before his lips sealed against one another, trapping the cheetah inside his body. He gulped one final time, sending legs and feet to curl up with the rest of him in his stomach, and belched.

He smiled and patted his new gut, muttering, "Mm, talk about your fast food." The only response from his snack was some squirming in the large gut.

Chad meanwhile walked out into the main area of the gym where he picked up all of the scattered clothes. Behind him he could hear Trent saying something about David being late for his track meet, followed by unmistakable slurping and glorping noises. He chuckled. Another satisfied customer, as he liked to say. He gathered up all of the clothes scattered around the gym floor, both his and David's, and took them to the locker room. After a quick shower to wash himself off and make himself presentable for work, he separated his clothes from David's. His he put on. David's, he put into a spare locker which also contained the clothes and belongings of other, past customers, including Bill's glasses, which Chad had found stopping up the drain in the shower and realized with some mild guilt he had totally forgotten about after the rabbit's trip into his cock.

As he reminisced about all the clients he had made so happy, he heard movement behind him and Trent entered, tummy a bit swollen and gurgling. He smirked. Trent, surpressing a belch, held up David's trophy and asked, "What do I do with this?"

"Uh, put it in here for now," the wolf replied, pointing at the open locker. Trent stuck it in and Chad closed it.

Trent belched again and said, "By the way. First customer is in. I ran into him on my way in here. And boy is he a doozy. You better get out here, quick."

A few moments later Chad found himself standing with Trent in front of the biggest rhino he had ever seen. The towering horned mammal stood easily a good head or two taller than both of them. Boy, thought Chad, Trent wasn't joking! This guy was fucking massive! He thanked goodness that customers weren't allowed to eat the staff, because otherwise this guy could probably devour both of them with one bite apiece. Luckily, like them, despite his massive height and bulk the rhino gave off an air of friendliness that would surprise most.

"Hi," he said, grabbing Chad's hand and giving it a rough but friendly shake. "The name's Riley. Riley the rhino." He chuckled.

Chad wobbled a bit when Riley released his hand. He smiled, though. Riley seemed like a swell guy. Chad considered himself an excellent judge of character after all. Although at the moment he was unsure precisely what this rhino wanted here. Despite looking like he could sumo wrestle professionally and reign undefeated, he was wearing a neatly pressed double-breasted suit with a bowtie of all things. What was he? A Wall Street bigshot? A lawyer? Chad decided it best to ask instead of making wild deductive leaps like a musclebound Sherlock Holmes.

"So, what can we do for you, Riley?" he asked politely.

"The wife says I need to bulk up a bit," was the rhino's reply. Chad and Trent both nearly did a pratfall out of shock.

"Er, he's all yours, good buddy," Trent said, and turned and walked off. Chad looked after him.

"Me? What?"

"Hey, I handled David, didn't I?" Trent shot back with a wink, and then went on his way.

Chad shook his head. Trent had a point. The wolf couldn't expect his friend to do all the work around here after all. Besides, getting to know Riley might be interesting. Turning back to he rhino, he said, "So, uh, Riley, is it? Well, if you'll come with me, we'll get you all set up." He beckoned with a finger and headed

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Meanwhile, across town, deep within his secret lair of ultimate terror, Lawrence was plotting with his followers. That is, he was in his mom's basement with his two idiot friends, Edwin and Greg. Lawrence, a short but stocky grey and white teenaged squirrel, was pacing back and forth, thinking, trying to come up with a suitably dastardly plan to get revenge on that stupid wolf who'd thrown them out of the gym.

Suddenly, an idea hit him. He snapped his fingers. "I've got it!" he said aloud, grinning. The other two came immediately to attention. He pointed at Edwin, who was noisily sucking an Icee through a straw. "Ed, here's five bucks." He got five dollars from his wallet and handed them to him.

"Cha-ching!" Edwin said. He was a skinny red squirrel a little younger than Lawrence with heterochromia. He had one green eye and one brown one. slick black hair was all neatly combed to one side.

"Go down to the local supermarket and buy a fish!" Lawrence commanded.

"A fish? Why?" Of the three Edwin wasn't the stupidest (that would be Greg), but he was definitely slow in the head.

"Just do it, you retard!" Lawrence snapped, bonking his fellow squirrel on the head with the palm of his hand. Edwin yelped and immediately turned and ran off. Lawrence turned to his other compnaion, Greg, who was an overweight grey chinchilla with unkempt brown hair. "And Greg," he said. Greg was at the moment eating a bag of potato chips and stopped, looking at his friend expectantly. "Uh, keep eating," Lawrence said dismissively.

Greg just grinned and resumed stuffing his face.

"Oh, Chaaaaad," Lawrence said, rubbing his hands together, "you are going to rue the day you and your meathead friend threw me out on my ass!" He began laughing his very best evil laugh, and Greg laughed along with him, spitting potato chip crumbs everywhere. Their diabolical laughter filled the air until Lawrence's mother yelled down at them from upstairs.

"Larry!" she yelled. "You and your retarded friends keep it down!"

"Mom!" whined Lawrence. "Give us a break! We're in the Man-Cave, all right?" Sheesh. Women.

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Back at the gym, Riley had changed out of his business suit and into the regulation speedo and was currently lifting weights as Chad, also in his speedo now, stood by and watched. With how effortlessly the rhino was curling the weights, Chad briefly wondered why his wife thought he needed to "bulk up." Was he going to be a repeat of David? Just here to hit on him? He dismissed that thought instantly. Nevermind that Riley had mentioned having a wife, not a husband. David and Chad had known one another for at least a little while before the cheetah had signed up for membership at the gym, so they'd had time to develop an attraction to one another. Chad did notice, however, that despite his bulk, Riley's muscles weren't very defined. He was actually kind of soft-bodied, and dangerously close to being a little fat.

This, couple with the fact he'd come in dressed like he stepped out of an episode of Law & Order had led Chad to come the only conclusion that made sense. That Riley had, at one time, be the muscle-god to end all muscle-gods, but his life as a businessman had led him to grow soft. And now, in his middle age, the rhino was looking to reclaim his past glory.

Riley smirked at him. "Bet you're wondering why a guy my size needs to 'bulk up,' as I put it."

"The thought had crossed my mind," Chad admitted.

"Welp," said Riley, pausing in his weightlifting for a moment, "I used to be a professional wrestler, y'see. Then I met my wife, and we got married, and we used her life's savings to start a shoe-making company." He chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I know. But it paid off big-time! Now I'm swimming in dough, but managing the factory, the business and heling Marcia deal with our fourteen kids has really taken its toll on me. I'm startin' to turn into a couch potato."

Chad's jaw fell open a bit. Fourteen kids? Holy hell. And he thought rabbits had large families. He resisted the urge to comment on Riley's virility. He would be respectful of the big fella's heterosexuality. That is, unless he was bi, which he seemed to be, possibly, considering the way he had been looking at Chad all day. But Chad being Chad, was too nice to risk offending a customer. Especially a guy like this.

As they talked, they didn't notice a certain trio of rodents entering the gym. Very quickly they slipped into the locker rooms. A few moments later, they emerged, dressed for working out, that is, in speedos, and looking quite silly in them, too. With a duffel bag slung over Lawrence's shoudler they scurried towards the back offices. Chad took note of them, and sighed, but turned back to Riley.

"Anyway," Riley continued, "one day Marcia comes in and she says to me, 'Riley, I don't want you gettin' fat and slow in your old age.' Says she wants me back the way I looked when she first came to see me wrestle. Basically, like you and that Trent guy, only, well, bigger." He winked and resumed lifting. "And once that happens, I plan to let her take over the company so I can get back to wrestling."

Chad nodded, allowing himself a small smile. Even if Riley didn't turn out to be bi, helping him, or at least just hanging out with him while he worked out, might prove to be more rewarding than doing so with David had. Here was a guy who could, and possibly would, actually regain his lost muscle-god status with their help. That would certainly earn their gym some recognition. There was just one thing on Chad's mind regarding Riley coming here.

"Not that it matters, much, but why our gym?" Chad asked.

"Oh," said Riley, grinning a bit sheepishly. "The other three kicked me out because I broke their equipment."

This time, Chad really did almost fall over in surprise.

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"Pee-yew!" Edwin whispered, pinching his nose as Lawrence reached inside the duffel bag and removed a paper bag.

"It's supposed to stink, moron," Lawrence whispered back. He opened the bag, and a reeking, foul stench roiled out. Grinning wickedly, the grey squirrel reached inside the bag and removed a large, dead fish that Edwin bought from the local supermarket and left sitting out in the sun for just the occasion. He held it gingerly between thumb and forefinger and walked over to Chad's desk.

Edwin looked--and felt--close to tossing his cookies, but beside him, Greg just continued munching on his caramel popcorn. Edwin wondered how in the world the chinchilla hadn't lost his appetite from the smell! "Don't you ever stop eating?" he hissed at him. Greg blinked, and swatted him on the arm. "Ouch! Quit it!"

Lawrence opened the bottom drawer, and dropped the fish inside with a wet plop onto some papers. Doing his best not to laugh out loud evilly, Lawrence sloooooowly closed the drawer but left it open a crack, so the stink of rotting fish would permeate the entire office. He then walked over to his friends, covering his mouth and snickering as quietly as he could. Greg smiled cheerfully, but Edwin was feeling a bit uncertain again. That big wolf made him uneasy, and he didn't hide it.

"Laaaawrence," he whined, "are you really sure we should be doing this? I mean, you remember what that guy did to us last time we were mean to him!" He was rewarded with a slap to the face. "Ow!"

"Shut up, you crybaby!" Lawrence hissed. "He ain't gonna know it's us! It's not like we're gonna leave our names and phone numbers pinned to the fuckin' fish. Besides, this ain't about lettin' him know it was us. It's just about makin' that big stupid musclehead puke his guts out when he finds our nice little surprise in his drawer." Stepping forwards he jabbed his finger into the taller squirrel's thin chest. "So shut. The fuck. Up."

Edwin just flinched and rubbed where Lawrence had slapped him, frowning. "Yeah, okay," he said finally.

"Good," said Lawrence, and headed for the door, shoving past Greg who stumbled and almost dropped his popcorn bag, fumbling wildly for it. "Glad we're on the same level. Now c'mon, let's get go get s'more candy while we wait. I wanna be here when Chad finds it." Upon hearing the word "candy," Greg perked up and grinned just as he caught the bag. Spinning on his heels he waddled out after the other two. None of them noticed the single piece of caramel popcorn that had fallen from the bag and landed on the floor.

Once in the hall, Lawrence stopped and sniffed himself. "Fuck," he said, "we smell like fish!"

"Well, we have been carrying a dead fish around all day," Edwin opined. His eyes suddenly went wide with panic. "Oh no!" he yelped. "If we smell like fish, he'll know it was us? What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do? Come on, Lawrence, think! This was your idea!"

"Relax," Lawrence assured him. "This place has showers, don't it?" After a moment, Edwin and Greg looked at each other, then back at him, and nodded in unison. "Damn right it does! So if we hurry real quick-like, we can wash up and then hang around for Chad to make his.....unpleasant little discovery." He chuckled darkly. Edwin and Greg both saw that look coming over him again. That sick, evil smile that spread across his mouth and that wild, insane look that filled his eyes. Edwin felt a little reasurred. When that look came over Lawrence's face it usually meant things were going good.

The three rodent teens scurried through the gym. Or, at least, Lawrence and Edwin did. Greg waddled as quickly as he could. Still working with his current client, Chad spotted them out of the corner of his eye. The creepy look on the lead squirrel and the dopey grins on the other two could only mean trouble. He turned back to Riley. "Hey, listen," he said, "I've got something I need to take care of real quick. Think you'll be okay without me for a couple of minutes?"

The rhino gave him an odd look, pausing in his weightlifting, then resumed with a huff. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Don't take this the wrong way, Chad, but you're purely a courtesy if ya know what I mean." He smirked a bit. "I could bench-press a cement truck without needin' a spotter."

Chad gave a genuine laugh. The hulking rhino clearly was capable of handling himself. He simply felt obligated to make certain of that so he didn't run the risk of an accident that might cost them a valuable customer. Especially one with a reputation for accidentally breaking equipment. Spotting Trent, he walked over to him. "Hey, Trent," he said quietly. "Did you see those three kids from before in here just now?"

"Yeah," Trent said, "I did. Want me to go look for 'em and find out what they're up to?"

Chad shook his head. "It's not where they're goin' that I'm worried about. It's where they've been. I'm pretty sure those three little punks are up to something. Listen, I want you to sit in for me wih Riley over there. " He pointed at the rhino nearby. Trent looked ready to balk, but Chad held a hand up. "Come on, buddy, it'll just be really quick, I promise. I just got a bad feeling is all and I wanna be sure everything is okay."

After a moment, Trent stroked his chin and nodded. "All right," he said. "You can count on me."

He then slapped Chad on the shoulder with a smile and walked over to Riley. Chad heard him introducing himself and the two beginning to make small talk, and then the wolf decided now was the time to play Sherlock Holmes. He started off in the direction the rodents had been coming from, and looked around. There wasn't usually anyone in the back of the gym this early, so he made it a point to check all of the exercise equipment for any signs of sabotage. It seemed a little silly, but when he was dealing with sugar-crazed lunatic teens who threw unopened soda cans at people's heads, he figured anything was possible. But everything looked fine.

He stroked his chin, thinking. Then a slight odor hit his nose. He cringed. Ew, what was that? It smelled like rotting garbage. Walking swiftly he followed the smell and to his growing unease noted it was coming from his office. The door was slightly ajar. He sighed and nudged the door open and the foul smell hit him in the face. As he walked in, something crunched under his foot and he looked down. Lifting his foot he discovered what appeared to be a pulverized piece of caramel popcorn. That fat chinchilla had been eating caramel popcorn, he remembered, glowering.

A thorough search of the office turned out not to be required. It wasn't too difficult to find the source of the smell. The slightly open bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled it out, and felt his rage boiling over as he looked down into it and saw a dead fish. That was it. He'd given those rotten kids one chance already, but enough was enough. It was time to put an end to their mischief once and for all. Slamming the drawer loudly without even bothering to remove the fish, Chad scooped up the crumbled remains of the popcorn and left the office.

He stormed through the gym, being seen by Trent and Riley who were both puzzled as to why he was looking so miffed and what he was clutching in his fist. Chad had but to ask a white lop-earred hare with long black hair on the treadmill which way he saw three shifty-looking rodents go, and the hare pointed in the direction of the locker room.

In the shower room, Lawrence, Edwin and Greg were each standing under their own faucet, having just finished soaping themselves up. As they rinsed, Lawrence indulged in a lot of self-congratulatory talk about his evil plan as the other two grinned along with him. Once their fur was completely cleaned of soap, the three naked rodents grabbed towels and walked out into the locker room proper where they sat on a bench and began drying off.

"I can't wait to see the look at that dumb steroid junkie's face when he finds it," Lawrence said. "I'll bet he screams like a little girl."

They all burst into laughter. Then, as their insane giggling died down, Edwin, still feeling uneasy, said, "I dunno, Lawrence, I'm still having second thoughts."

Lawrence growled at him. "Come on, you whiny little bitch," he said. "What's the worst that can possibly happen?"

Suddenly, something fell on their heads. Whatever it was, it was tiny and light. Reaching up, Lawrence grabbed some of it off his head and examined it, blinking. Caramel corn crumbs? Greg for his part happily ate his....and was then seized by the scruff and yanked off the bench with a squeak, making Lawrence and Edwin both spin around to find a very naked, and very angry Chad standing over them, holding a squirming Greg.

"I think you boys dropped something when you left that little present in my office," Chad said.

Both squirrels jumped off the bench and moved to run, only to realize Chad was blocking the exit. They both backed away from him, Edwin a little slower because he kept looking at Greg. Chad wasted no more time and opened his mouth wide, lifting the chinchilla up to it. Greg's shrill scream was cut off as Chad stuffed the fat chinchilla in headfirst. Greg being the smallest of the three meant he'd be the quickest to devour. But it'd still require a little bit of effort on Chad's part because of how fat he was. He mmmmed in delight as he crammed the chinchilla in forcibly without regard for Greg's end of the experience. This was purely for his pleasure. Soon only Greg's bulbous butt, poofy tail and short, stumpy little legs were sticking out of the wolf's mouth, and if their eyes hadn't been glued to this sight, the two squirrels would've noticed Chad's prodigous member rising in arousal.

Using only his lips, teeth and tongue, and making a real show of it, Chad slowly pulled the rest of the squirming chinchilla into his mouth, Greg's short tail being slurped up wetly like a fat little noddle. Lawrence gasped aloud and Edwin's jaw dropped as Chad tilted back his head and gulped. Greg made quite a bulge going down the wolf's neck before disappearing past his collarbone. Then, he was gone. The fat little rodent was so puny that Chad's impressive abs hid any evidence that he'd ever existed.

He licked his lips. "Mmmm, tasted like caramel," he commented, sucking his fingers clean. He then looked down at the remaining two. The normally tough and brave Lawrence was hiding behind the taller but skinnier Edwin, who seemed rooted to the spot in terror. Grinning, Chad grinned and took a seat on the bench the teens had previously occupied, legs spread, massive cock jutting towards the two squirrels. He was ready to grab either of them if they tried to scurry past him. "Now," he said, with a husky, sultry tone to his voice, "who's next?"

All of a sudden, Lawrence grabbed Edwin by the shoulders and started pushing him towards the wolf. "Him!" he yelled.

"What? Me?" Edwin yelped, looking back at his friend in disbelief and digging his heels in as the shorter squirrel tried to push him. He turned back to Chad and eyed that huge cock pointing at him. "No!" he cried.

"Yes! Him! Him, him, him!" Lawrence was yelling. "Take him! Eat him!"

Chad was mildly amused and more than a bit disgusted by this display of self-preservation at the expense of someone else. In the end, Lawrence proved the stronger and with a rough shove send Edwin stumbling right at Chad's spread legs. Edwin brought his arms up to try and stop himself, but this only resulted in his hands going right into the gaping cumslit. He shrieked and his arms were slurped in to the elbows. Lawrence, panting, took a step back and looked up at Chad.

The wolf looked down at the skinny squirrel as his cock began to feed, and Edwin began to wail and cry, shaking his head back and forth furiously, going, "No, no, no, no! Please! It was all Lawrence's idea! He made me do it! I didn't wanna!"

Chad hmed, stroking his chin, thinking. Edwin's pleas were cut off as his muzzle entered the oozing cumslit and he squeezed his eyes shut. After giving it some careful thought, just as Edwin's face was about to get sucked into the cock, the wolf reached down and grabbed the teenaged squirrel by the scruff and pulled him out. Edwin, dazed, dangled there, blinking, precum dripping off his matted forearms. Bending down, Chad deposited him next to Lawrence, and immediately Edwin shrank back and pressed himself against the wall.

To him, pointing at him with a finger, he warned, "Don't go anywhere." Then, he reached over and grabbed Lawrence by the throat before the grey squirrel could react, yanking him off his feet. "And as for you...."

Lawrence struggled mightily, but even though he was the physically toughest, he was no match for Chad's mighty grip. "Put me down!" he yelled.

Chad grinned. "All right," he said, and Lawrence stopped struggling to stare at him in wide-eyed confusion. "I'll put you...down. 'Cause as it turns out, I've got juuuuuuuust the place for a little asshole like you. Namely, a bigger asshole."

"Wha--???" cried Lawrence, totally unassumuing.

With that, Chad shifted his grip lower so he was holding Lawrence's waist. This freed Lawrence's arms and his hands but no matter how hard he tugged, he could neither pry Chad's fingers apart, or pull himself free of the wolf's hold. With a happy sigh at what he was about to do, Chad laned back a little, and spread his legs a little wider. He lowered the squirrel down between them and with his free hand, lifted his large balls aside, exposing to them his tailhole. It finally dawned on Lawrence precisely where Chad was intending to put him, and he totally freaked out, struggling for all he was forth, but it was all for nothing as Chad brought the crown of his head between his asscheeks and pressed it against the soft pucker of his anus, which immediately parted as pressure was applied to it. Before Lawrence had a chance to scream again, Chad gave a shove and the teenaged squirrel's head entered the welcoming orifice with a soft, barely audible glurp and sank in up to his neck.

"Oh, yeah," Chad said with a moan of pleasure. "I think you'll fit just fine, Lawrence."

The only response from the squirrle was lots of frenzied squirming. Another shove, and the puckered "maw" expended outwards to take in his shoulders, pinning his arms to his his sides. Knowing it was smooth sailing from here, Chad released Lawrence and lay back entirely. He grunted and clenched, and his ass "swallowed" the squirrel in to his middle. The wolf groaned and licked his lips at the pleasant sensation, and reached down, grabbing his cock. Giving it a good squeeze, he began to jerk off, pumping his fist furiously. Slowly but surely, Lawrence's smaller body disappeared between the wolf's asscheecks and up inside his tailhole. Chad could feel himself nearing his climax. It'd been a while since he'd taken someone into himself this way, and he'd forgotten how good it felt. He was in such bliss right now he didn't care if someone walked in on them.

"In you go! Hope you like your new home!" he gasped, and with a final clench his ass swallowed the last of Lawrence, and his cock exploded, spraying a fountain of cum into the air, sending it splattering onto his abs as he felt the muscles closing after the squirrel, sealing his fate and trapping him deep within his bowels. He continued pumping his fist until well after his orgasm was over before very slowly he stopped and lay there panting softly, tongue lolling. Then with a deep, satisfied growl, he sat up. Reaching over he grabbed one of the towels the teens had been using and used it to wipe the cum off his stomach.

Tossing it aside, he then smiled and looked over at the last remaining one, Edwin, who was still pressed against the wall, so hard like he wanted to merge with it. Good, he thought. The kid was smart enough not to have tried to run. Leaning down he beckoned with a finger. Edwin shook his head. Chad frowned a bit, then got up and stepped towards him, whereupon the squirrel yelped and tried to run, but Chad grabbed his sticky, cum-covered arm and dragged him back.

"Relax," Chad said, setting him back down on his feet. "I'm not." He got down on one knee and laid his huge hand on the squirrel's narrow shoulder. "Now tell me, what's a sweet kid like you doing mixed up with a couple of dickwads like them?"

Edwin stammered, "I, uh, I'm....well, look at me. I'm slow and stupid. L--Lawrence used to pick on me a lot. I didn't have any friends, s--so when he and Greg let me start hanging out with them, I, uh, sorta leapt at the opportunity, and, uh..." He trailed off.

Chad didn't need to hear any more. It was obvious. The slow-witted boy had craved acceptance from his new "friends" so badly he began to try to be just as mean as they were. In the end they'd betrayed him, and he'd seen them for what they really were, which was why Chad had decided to spare him. He gave him a pat and stood up. "Well, you don't need to worry about Lawrence anymore," he said with a soft smile, one which Edwin hesitantly returned.

"So," said a voice behind them, and they turned to find Trent standing there, frowning. "This is your idea of 'being really quick', huh, Chad?" He walked over to them. "And if you must know, Riley finally broke some of the exercise equipment. I don't think I've seen such a huge guy apologize so much. I took the liberty of telling him not to sweat it, especially after he explained--"

"Yeah, I know," Chad said, cutting the buck off gently. "I don't wanna get rid of him. We can always buy new equipment. I'm genuinely interested in seeing if he can reach his goal."

Trent nodded. He looked down at Edwin. "Well, hurry up and gulp that one and let's get back to Riley."

"Uhhh," Chad looked down at the squirrel, then at Trent. "I don't want to, actually. It's kind of a long story, but the other two are taken care of and he's harmless enough. I was thinking we could give him a job. You know, to atone for the mayhem he helped cause."

"A...job?" Edwin blinked.

Chad smiled. "I didn't really get a good look at you before, but I'd like to see how you look in a speedo..."

Needless to say, Edwin was more than a little confused.

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A few minutes later, and Chad, dressed again in what little he wore, entered the sauna room where Riley was stretched out on his stomach on a massage table wearing nothing but a towel. At Chad's heels came Edwin, the squirrel teen now wearing a bikini speedo. Hearing them enter, Riley stirred and looked over his shoulder at them.

"Ah, there you are, Chad," he said, "I was wondering where you'd gone do. Trent put me in here after you didn't come back and I kind....broke the bo-flex."

"Don't worry about it," said Chad. "Now then, this is Edwin. He's a trainee here. Just started today in fact." The rhino looked down at the squirrel, who grinned nervously and waved. Riley smiled more than a little bit lecherously. "Edwin will be giving you a massage," Chad explained.

"He looks like he's about as good at giving massages as a politician is about telling the truth," Riley said with a laugh. "But," he said, and trailed off a bit, cocking his head as he looked Edwin up and down. "I think he'll do nicely." With that he turned and faced the other way again.

Chad found himself grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. So, he thought, he was right about Riley after all.

Beside him, Edwin shifted a bit uneasily. "Do nicely for what?" he asked under his breath.

Ched knelt beside him. "Don't worry," he said back softly. "Employees are off-limits. For that anyway. But anything else he asks, you better do it. You understand?" He gently prodded the boy's scrawny chest with a finger and the squirrel nodded. He then used that finger to point to a nearby tray of bottles of various oils and lotions. "Everything you need is right over there. Now, get to work, massage-boy."

He stood, and gave Edwin a playful smack on the ass, earning a little grunt, and walked out. Chad closed the door slowly, leaving it open eeeeever so slightly. He remained there for a moment, then smiled and walked off. Over his shoulder he thought he heard Riley say, "C'mere, shorty, you're kinda cute," and surpressed a laugh. Then he bumped into Trent who smirked and grabbed him in a hug, and kissed him on the lips. Chad mmmed and returned the kiss. The buck started dragging him down the hall and into the other sauna room. Looks like Riley and Edwin aren't the only ones who are going to be having some fun this afternoon, Chad thought to himself as he and Trent hurriedly stripped and climbed onto the massage table....

The End