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Fyrre paced back and forth in the paved lot in front of the new gym in town. He had received a complementary membership to the place only a few days ago. Probably a promotion to get people to sign up, he thought. Granted, looking at his figure in the mirror a few times at home, getting in better shape would be good for him in the long run. Most gyms in the area were small and didn't really cater to his feral body-type. The flier that came with the membership card said "Feral-Friendly Equipment", so maybe things might work out this time.

It was rather strange, however, the placement of this new establishment. It was a tad on the secluded side, miles away from any densely populated areas. Fyrre had a suspicion: that more than just "Working out" goes on inside, and whoever owned the place wanted to be away from the prying eyes of the general populous. Such a concept made Fyrre even more timid, however. He never really considered himself all that alluring to others, and this place was bound to be full of buff furs and scalies who were proud of their bodies. He was worried that he would be shunned, that he would embarrass himself and be driven out.

He continued to pace over and over, debating in his head whether he should go in or not. About an hour had passed. He noticed some patrons entering and exiting. He also let out a quick chuckle as he saw some furs and scalies come out who looked like they just ate a truckload of food. Seeing them made him feel a little bit better about himself. It also provided him with some motivation. He didn't want to end up looking like a blimp from not at adhering to at least a few healthy practices in his life. He puffed out his chest and gave a nod to himself, working up the courage to finally approach the building and walk into the front doors.

The reception area was very fancy and clean. At the center was a large circular desk with a lone female feline receptionist. Her claws tapping away at a keyboard echoed through the room, slightly adding to Fyrre's apprehension. He steeled himself and proceeded forward. Standing before the receptionist desk, he placed his membership card on the counter.

"Welcome!" she said with a cordial smile on her face, "I take it it's your first time here?"

"Well, yeah," Fyrre replied with a slight blush forming on his cheek, "I didn't think I'd find a place like this for someone like me. Was really surprised when I read about it on the card I was sent."

"Stocking equipment that is accessible to both anthro and feral patrons is something we strive for. We even have an area for patrons who are above average size as well. Your complimentary membership is good for the week. Should give you plenty of time to check out our facility and decide if it's right for you."

"Thanks, I think I'll do that."

She smiled and pressed a button, buzzing the main doors open. To Fyrre, it was starting to feel more like a private club than a public gym. Even so, he was rather eager to give the place a once over. The doors slowly shut behind him as he entered the main hall. He could hear voices of other patrons and the clanging of various pieces of workout gear echoed through the whole building.

The short hall opened into a very large open space. Workout rigs lined the walls and floor, all organized in neat groups and arrays. There was even a large boxing ring in the center of the floor. The far wall had several mirrors set up, probably for people to admire their progress as they build up muscle or burned off fat. As advertised, along the wall about halfway into the large room, there was indeed workout equipment built with feral creatures in mind. Fyrre inspected the specialty gear. There were large treadmills, weight stations, even quadrupedal stepper setups. This place certainly had it all. They even had a room off to the side that had beds of various sizes for people to take a quick nap.

He continued to wander around the facility, exploring as much as he could. Eventually, he rounded a corner and came across a group of 3 well built individuals. One was a otter and the other two were scalies. A dragon and an iguana, respectively. Fyrre didn't take notice of their idle chit-chat, but found his gaze locked upon their well-sculpted bodies. There wasn't an ounce of fat on any of them, their arms and legs looked as solid as steel, and their chests and abs were beyond well built. Somewhere in the conversation, the iguana sat down on the bench nearby while the otter started to massage his feet, eliciting pleasant groans and the occasional giggle as the furred hands and fingers worked over his feet and toes. Behind him, the dragon had sprayed a bit of oil into his claws and gently started to rub them into the iguana's shoulders and back. It must have felt incredible, because the iguana began to lightly moan.

Fyrre's eyes went wide as he watched the otter's paws move from the iguana's feet up to his calves, then to his thighs. At the same time, the dragons claws slid down the front of the iguana's chest, slowly rubbing the oil into his chest and abs. Fyrre's jaw went slack from the seemingly erotic display between the 3 of them, finally snapping out of his daze when he noticed the iguana's tight workout briefs starting to tent.

Fyrre ducked back around the corner. He couldn't believe how brazen these three were. They were certainly hot and he would enjoy looking at them more, but this was out in public! What if someone walked around the corner and saw them? How would they feel if someone got offended by their little escapade?

Before he could finish his immediate thought, Fyrre felt a familiar tingle in his loins. He went wide-eyed once more as he realized his twin cocks were beginning to slip from their sheath. His mind was still flushed with those three as well as the other cute looking guys throughout the gym. There was no way he could get his quickly hardening members under control just by waiting. He looked around desperately for somewhere to retreat and "tend" to his growing arousal. He moved carefully through the open area, sticking to the wall. He had a towel draped over his hind quarters in an attempt to hide his now fully erect shafts. He moved carefully past several furs and scalies so as not to draw any attention. When he was close enough, he darted into the shower room, leaving the towel to float back to the floor at the foot of the entrance.

Fyrre rounded a low tiled wall and sat behind it, keeping himself out of sight. He panted in slight relief before glancing about him to ensure he was in fact alone before looking down between his haunches. His twin purple cocks were fully erect now, throbbing and begging for attention. He looked around once more to ensure he was alone before letting a somewhat nervous smile spread across his snout. He turned on the shower head closest to him, letting the warm and soothing water soak his body. He remained seated and lifted his hind leg up high as he lowered his head. He gave his lips a slow lick before running his tongue along the hardened and hot flesh, sending a long and pleasant shiver through his body.

Both of his cocks started to leak pre in anticipation. The pressure in his loins was almost unbearable. Between being pent up for almost a week and all of the good looking guys in the gym, not to mention the little show he had just witnessed, he just could resist anymore. He wrapped his lips around one of his members and vigorously began to suckle, bobbing his head up and down on the entire length. He moaned around his shaft, the vibration serving to increase the pleasant feeling.

His pace began to pick up, fueled by the warm water over his body, his dexterous tongue, and the pure kinky feeling of sucking himself in a public place. He switched up, releasing one cock from his maw and taking in the other. His free claw, seemingly unconsciously, moved under his tail and began to tease is own tailhole. He groaned, not caring how loud he was at this point, feeling himself closing in on his climax. He switched up once more, now taking both of his painfully hard cocks into his maw together. His clawed digit pushed deep into his hole, hitting just the right spots for his climax to hit. His twin shafts sprayed an impressive amount of dragon cum into his hungry maw. He slurped and gulped as much as he could, but some still managed to leak from the side of his mouth and drip to the shower floor.

Fyrre leaned back and let out a loud contented sigh. Gods, he needed that so bad, he thought to himself. He chuckled silently to himself, marveling at how he just managed to suck himself off in public without anyone noticing. His members retreated back into their slit between his legs and he stood up into the stream of still warm and refreshing water. He cleaned himself off, ensuring any evidence of his act of self-pleasure would be erased as well as reinvigorate himself. Such a large orgasm took quite a bit out of him, but the warm water and steam easily restored a bit of his spent energy.

Standing up and looking forward, however, Fyrre became puzzled. The room was full of steam. Much more than what his lone shower was capable of producing. He turned his shower head off only to realize some others were running toward the back of the room. He became increasingly worried. Someone had obviously walked in during his session. Had they noticed him, he wondered? How many were there? One? Two? A whole group? Fyrre could feel his heart racing. He thought maybe he should dry up and leave the gym entirely before anyone asked him any questions and completely embarrassed him.

As he made towards the towel rack, something caught his attention. Strange noises emanated from the steam. First it sounded like soft moaning which gave way to what sounded like gulping. Fyrre blushed a bit as he felt his loins stir once again. He felt he really should just leave, but his curiosity was just too strong. He wondered if, whoever was back there, was doing something 'naughty' as well. He just had to know. Maybe if he moved slowly, he could catch a glimpse without being seen.

He cautiously moved into the steam cloud. It was very thick and made seeing more than 5 feet ahead virtually impossible. His footfalls were light and silent, his pace was steady into the cloud. He didn't really know exactly how big the room was, he never took the time to notice when he first entered. But he could still hear the gulping noises and muffled moans. They grew louder as he moved forward. Soon, a figure started to appear beyond the haze. It took a moment and a few extra steps for Fyrre to realize what it was, and his jaw almost hit the floor when he did.

Before him stood a tall green naga. He had a lightly spotted basilisks crest upon his head, back and along his upper tail. Glowing blue lines that adorned his whole body save for his tail which was striped black and white, alternating all the way to the tip. The gulping noises were clearly coming from him due to a pair of what appeared to be dragon feet kicking futilely from his maw. They weren't visible for long as, however. With a very loud swallow, they slipped away down his throat. The form of an anthro dragon could be seen bulging from his throat and chest before slowly descending down his body.

The naga's hand playfully rubbed the bulge as it vanished into his body before letting his hands wander to the head of another dragon that was kneeling before him. He was primarily orange in color with a much darker shade on his arms and legs below the elbows and knees. A dark black stripe separated his body color with his underbelly, which was a tinted cream color. The black streak seemed to run all over, rounding over his shoulders and running down from the tip of his head to the tip of his tail along the spine.

Fyrre only glanced cursory at the dragon's physical features due to being distracted by what the dragon was doing. He was caressing the sides of the naga's hips while he gave him a very energetic blowjob. His lips jumped from one of the naga's twin pink members to the other, working the flesh vigorously while one of his claws stroked the other simultaneously. Both of them moaned quite loudly, almost uncaring if anyone was listening or even aware of their activities. Or maybe others were aware. You can't just eat someone while getting a blowjob in a public shower without others eventually noticing. Can you?

Fyrre was dumbstruck and speechless. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Even more alarming was the fact that he could feel the tingling sensation in his loins once again. He glanced down to see his twin cocks emerge and throb, again begging for attention amidst the kinky display in front of him. Part of him wanted to turn around and leave both the shower and the gym itself. However, something kept him in place. Maybe it was an attraction to the two creatures in front of him, maybe it was curiosity, he didn't know. All he could do was stand and watch the scene play out, lightly stroking his wanting cocks in the process.

The lust-filled moans echoed in the shower room which eventually turned to hard groans as the naga's climax hit. The dragon gulped down his seed from one cock while the other in his claw sprayed jets onto the slick tiled floor. After many powerful jets of seed, the dragon let the softening flesh slip from his lips, which drooled excess cum to the ground. Both of them panted heavily and exchanged some whispered words together before moving towards the entrance. Fyrre froze out of panic as the dragon walked past him, seemingly ignoring his presence all together.

"Enjoy the show?" the naga said to him, causing him to slightly jump with surprise.

"Oh crap," Fyrre replied, visibly startled "I didn't mean to spy. I was just, well..."

"Hey, it's Okay. We knew you were watching for a while now."

"Really?" Fyrre was rather confounded as a confused look spread across his snout. He couldn't help but glance down at the occasionally squirming bulge in the naga's lower belly, "How did you..."

"Don't concern yourself with him," the naga replied casually before he could finish the question, "I'm more interested in you."

"Me?" Fyrre could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unsure of if the naga meant by 'interested', he meant as food or fun.

"Of course! You have a name, I assume?"

"Um, yeah. Fyrre."

"You can call me Vinn. My 'partner' that just left is Spike. Don't mind his silence. He's just eager for later."

"Later? What's later?"

"Well, if you REALLY want to know," Vinn said in a sultry tone and brushed the tip of his tail between Fyrre's still rock hard cocks, "Meet us in the sauna in a half hour."

With that, Vinn slithered out of the showers. Fyrre still struggled to grasp what had just happened. The cloud of persistent confusion filled his mind. Still, however, curiosity got the better of him. He wondered what the naga had planned for later. More importantly, he wondered how it might involve him.

The half hour wait was grueling. The first few minutes passed by very slowly to Fyrre. He found himself pacing back and forth among the workout equipment. He spent some time on a few of the machines meant for ferals like himself. It was a bit refreshing, he felt, to actually do the thing he originally came to the gym for. While it took the edge off the anticipation, he was still more than excited to see what would happen in the steam room. Looking towards the wall-mounted clock, he noticed that the time had finally arrived and made his way to the meeting spot.

The steam room was located down an unassuming corridor next to the entrance of the showers. The hallway also lead to a large pool that caught Fyrre's eye briefly. A large wooden door marked the entrance to the steam room at the end of the hall after a considerable walk. Even before he reached the door, he could feel the wave of heat emanating from the room. He slowly approached and laid his head against the wood as he heard some kind of noise inside. He couldn't discern what the sounds were, but he had a feeling that Vinn and Spike may have started their escapade a little early.

The door creaked open as Fyrre pushed on it. A wave of steam and heat flowed from the open door and engulfed a portion of the hallway. There were a few dim lights inside, but the steam was too thick to see more than five feet. He moved forward cautiously, listening to the sounds in the obscured distance. These grew louder with every step. Eventually, he could make out what sounded like lewd slurping noises. His mind filled with images of Vinn gobbling up another "victim" while spike pleasured the naga's twin cocks. With a few more steps, the forms finally took shape in the steam, and it was not what Fyrre had in mind.

Before him was a different naga. His scales were purple with a slight blue hue with a darker shaded blue underbelly and violet colored hair. His slitted eyes had almost a yellow glow that reflected the limited light in the room. Fyrre also noticed the naga's scales were splattered quite thickly with fresh cum on his chest, belly and along his face. The now loud slurping noises were clearly coming from him and in the most kinky and unexpected ways.

Protruding from the naga's maw was clearly Vinn, who was being swallowed tail-first. His twin pink cocks throbbed just outside of the unknown naga's mouth and dripped copious amounts of seed on to his hungry predator. At the same time, Vinn was furiously suckling on the one of the larger naga's twin cocks.

The naga devouring Vinn alone was enough to make Fyrre's loins stir to life again, but what was happening to Spike blew his mind entirely. While Vinn worked on one of the shafts, the other itself was working on Spike. The enlarged shaft had stretched over him like a snake consuming something larger than itself. It itself was making its own slurping noises and more and more of Spike was pulled into the voracious flesh.

Fyrre could only sit in place and watch. His own twin ebony members now painfully hard and throbbing, begging for more attention. With his free paw, he mindlessly stroked them while he enjoyed the show. His eyes glazed over amidst the amorous display in front of him. He wasn't sure if the naga had noticed his presence, but he didn't want to interrupt what was going on.

Fyrre slowly inched his way closer to the action, keeping off to the side so as not to disturb the scene before returning his claw to his aching shafts. The naga's tongue danced from his maw and relentlessly teased Vinn's cocks for a while while his tail steadily pumped into Spikes rear over and over. A massive amount of precum oozed from not only his free member, but also from around Spike's body, providing an effective lubricant for his eventual destination.

Deciding to move things along, the naga tilted his head upward, pulling Vinn's mouth off of his member. With a series of loud swallows, the naga worked Vinn deeper and deeper down his throat. In mere moments, only Vinn's head stuck out of its maw. With one more powerful gulp, the naga's mouth closed over Vinn's face and sent him straight to his belly, leaving a slightly squirming bulge and the occasional hand prints pushing playfully from inside of his fleshy confines.

Fyrre watched in awe as he saw Vinn vanish from sight and into the naga's belly. He could hardly control his paw as it worked over his throbbing members, finding an enormous amount of pleasure in the scene before him. He was so focused on it, in fact, he didn't notice the naga's tail curling up between his legs until the tip began to tease at his groin. The sudden feeling almost made Fyrre fall over.

"You didn't think you'd get away with just watching," the naga said with a chuckle, "did you?"

"Um..." Fyrre stammered, struggling to find any words in the midst of his surprise, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You're not interrupting anything. I do enjoy having a bit of an audience while I play. You have a name, dragon boy?"

"Fyrre. Vinn told me to meet him and Spike in here and, well..."

"Ahhh, so you're the one they were talking about when they came in here. Well, Fyrre, I'm Montiga. And you know what I like more than an audience? Audience participation. Why don't you come over here and pick up where Vinn left off."

Fyrre found himself unable to resist the invitation. He walked over to Montiga, his eyes darting between is unoccupied member and the one slowly working Spike deeper inside. He sat down in front of him and slowly worked his paw along the throbbing flesh. Montiga groaned pleasantly, one hand rubbing the back of Fyrre's head while the other rubbed his other massive cock. After a few tense minutes of stroking, Fyrre hesitantly moved his snout closer to the attractive member. He opened his maw and slowly slipped his lips down the entire length.

Montiga leaned back on the wooden bench, his lust-filled groans echoing in the room. He thrust his hips forward, stuffing the entirety of one cock into Fyrre's mouth, and forcing a bit more of Spike down inside the other. Fyrre found himself glancing beside him at Spike, utterly fascinated and wildly turned on by his continued descent into Montiga's cock. His own strong arousal caused him to quicken his pace, suckling faster and harder on the Naga, wrapping his tongue around the pulsating rod.

Montiga smiled wide, feeling his climax nearing rapidly. With one arm, he took his engorged shaft containing half of spikes form and hoisted it upward into a vertical position. Spikes legs weakly kicked and his tail swished from side to side. His visible scales were coated in cum. Combined with gravity, his form quickly slipped deeper into the shaft. With a loud slurping noise, Fyrre watched as Spike was swiftly swallowed like a noodle, eventually vanishing into the tip, leaving a very large bulge just behind the base of his twin cocks.

Montiga pulled back, withdrawing his other shaft from Fyrre's mouth. His swollen cock quickly deflated, returning to its original size. Once it did, he took both into each hand and began to stroke them wildly while Fyrre sat and watched. With a lusty roar, Montiga reached his climax, spraying an absurd amount of cum all over the place. While some spurted over his own body, much of the thick seed covered Fyrre from head to toe, which served to turn Fyrre on even more. He licked his lips, tasting a bit of the seed that had spurted onto his face. It had a rather pleasant sweet and salty taste to it. Montiga panted and gently rubbed both bulges in his belly and his groin.

Fyrre was enthralled by what had happened. Looking over the now cum-covered naga, his eyes wandered lower. Past his belly and below his slowly retreating hemipenis to his slightly quivering tail-hole. After witnessing Montiga's voracious ability, he couldn't help but wonder.

"Just magnificent!" Montiga panted, appearing slightly worn out. The sounds of his heavy breathing echoed along with the churning noises coming from his groin and belly.

"You look pretty full," Fyrre remarked.

"Oh I still have plenty of room for more."

"Have you ever eaten someone with, well... Down there?"

"Of course,"Montiga said, slightly shocked at the question, "Are you offering yourself to me?"

"What if I am?"

"Never had a first timer here offer to let me consume them, let alone take them into my ass. But if it's what you want, then I think you know what to do."

Fyrre moved closer again, his eyes fixated on Montiga's pucker. The closer he got, the stronger the musky scent. The scent was intoxicating, giving Fyrre a light-headed feeling. In moments, the tip of his snout rested on Montiga's tailhole. Wasting no time, he started to lap at the soft and sensitive flesh.

Montiga moaned and writhed wildly on the bench. His twin cocks quickly sprung back to life from their slit at the stimulation, which he proceeded to take them in his hands and stroke once again. The dragon's expert tongue worked over the flesh of his ass, going back and forth between lapping and lightly prodding into the warm musky depths.

Fyrre had never been so turned on by anything before. His own twin cocks were so hard, they were almost painful. His arousal was so cranked up, his members were leaking pre like a faucet. His licks become quicker and deeper with each passing moment until, suddenly, he took a deep breath and pushed his snout forward, penetrating Montiga's anal ring.

A shock surged through Montiga's entire body. He had felt this feeling before. He always loved it, but it was further amplified by the willingness of the cute dragon. He panted hard, his tongue hanging from his mouth as his hands worked his cocks over and over. He glanced down to watch Fyrre force himself into his ass. Using his hind legs, Fyrre was able to smoothly push about half of himself inside before the tight contractions of Montiga's tailhole and strong scent robbed him of his energy. In order to help and return some of the pleasure in-kind, Montiga curled up his tail tip and easily penetrated Fyrre's rear.

Fyrre moaned loudly, the sound even escaping the confines of Montiga's flesh. The reverberation of the sound making the naga writhe even more in intense pleasure. He began to piston his tail tip in and out of Fyrre's ass. Several quick and short thrusts followed by a powerful plowing that pushes Fyrre deeper. The dragons cum-drenched body certainly helped in his passage.

Montiga's tail was hitting all the right spots. With each thrust, Fyrre could feel his pleasure build within his loins. His tongue lapped at the flesh that surrounded him and his hips humped unconsciously. After several more thrusts, Fyrre's hips passed the threshold of the naga's tailhole. With the widest point inside, more and more of the dragon's form steadily began to sink into Montiga's ass. Inch by wonderful inch, his body slipped inside.

Montiga's tail thrusting got faster and stronger. With a loud roar that could be hard clearly from under Montiga's flesh, Fyrre's orgasm hit strongly. Cum sprayed from his twin cocks and coated the lower part of the naga's tail. The dragon's body went rigid for a moment before becoming limp, all of his energy expended and left panting within the musky depths.

Montiga wasn't far behind, himself, as another climax hit his loins. More snake seed sprayed all over the room once again. The pressure of his prey in both his tailhole and deep within his shafts greatly prolonged the wonderful orgasm, making him release a lust-filled scream that could be heard throughout the gym. After a full minute, the feeling began to finally ebb. He glanced down to see only Fyrre's feet and tail tip protruding from his pucker. He smiled and clenched his muscles, causing the rest of Fyrre to be slurped up and deposited deep within his body.

Montiga let out a contented sigh before getting up and slithering out of the steam room. Just outside was a mirror and a few gym goers who came to investigate the loud noises. He looked over himself and marveled at the 3 bulges in his belly, groin and his upper tail section. Each still slightly squirmed, causing a very nice feeling to wash over him constantly. Other gym patrons whispered and stared, but he just smiled, knowing that eventually, most, if not all of them, would meet a similar fate.

Slithering towards the gym entrance, Montiga passed by the receptionist. She glanced up from her computer and smiled.

"Looks like you managed to snag a few this time," she remarked.

"Yup, even the new guy," he replied, patting his bulging lower body, "At this rate, you might want to send out more of those free membership invitations."

"They're already in the mail."

"Mmm, very good. See you next week, then."