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"Four... five... siiiiix... seven... EIGHT-AH!"

CLANK!

The metal bar noisily re-racked itself with a twist of my wrists. The smith machine, sturdy as it was, rattled a little under the force. It wasn't too much weight or anything - I'd just run out of energy and didn't have time to think too much about setting the bar down lightly before my arms gave out.

I breathed in deeply and my arms, free of their load, fell to my sides and hung below the bench I was lying on. I stared up at the tall ceiling and the bar, silhouetted by the lighting overhead, stared back at me. Let's see...twenty-five, fifty, plus fifteen more on each side...eighty pounds this set. I supposed I was getting better, I mused, as I ran a newly calloused paw through the sweaty headfur sticking to my forehead. Bench pressing wasn't really my thing, anyway.

Honestly, I couldn't say anything here was really "my thing." The gym, on the whole, was pretty foreign to me. If I were to pick a comfort zone...maybe the elliptical? Treadmill even? Something involving cardio. But I knew weights were good for me. That's why I was here, after all. I was tired of being the skinny wolf, the one who wasn't quite out-of-shape, but wasn't really fit, either. Not pudgy really, but not muscular. Depressingly normal. And maxing out with a set of eighty-pound bench presses wasn't going to fix that by itself, I thought as I begrudgingly got up from my resting spot on the bench. But it was a start.

There weren't normally many people at the gym when I went, which happened to be at around ten o'clock at night on this particular evening. One of the perks of a busy school schedule and having finals to prepare for, I suppose. At least having a twenty-four hour gym around encouraged me to get off my tail and try it out. Even this late in the evening, though, a few dedicated furs were working out here and there, and I recognized some familiar faces as I strode over to the center of the gym to grab one of the wipes for the bench. I hadn't been going to the gym for longer than a month or so, but I had already gotten used to seeing a few of the regulars, and I glanced around to see if I could spot any of them as I sprayed the wipe with cleaning fluid.

A group of younger, high school-aged foxes I saw pretty frequently late at night were over by the dumbbells, talking loudly amongst themselves between sets. An old tabby cat lady was on one of the stationary bikes reading a paperback of some sort; she was one of the furs I noticed who never seemed to leave the cardio area. To my right, I saw some of the more hardcore lifters in the gym. The three furs, a lion, a horned dragon, and another wolf (though much more built than I), were taking turns on the leg press machine and doing lunges. Now, _these_were the types furs I looked up to in the gym. All three of them were pretty huge; I would have been surprised to learn they weren't, like, professional bodybuilders or something. I saw them all working out together pretty frequently. They looked a bit older than myself - at least, they probably hadn't been in college for a few years, but they were definitely more in shape than anyone I saw on campus. The wolf was taking a swig of his water bottle and checking his phone while the lion finished a set at the leg press machine. I tried counting the number of plates he had on it, but gave up and settled on it being roughly "a shit load" of weight. The seat leaned back slightly and his shorts fell upward towards his abdomen, exposing part of his meaty thighs. Meanwhile, the dragon was doing some lunges facing the mirror, holding sixty-pound dumbbells. He made it look almost easy, and each lunge forward tightened the fabric of his shorts around his muscled rump, giving me one hell of a view...did I mention the gym was also home to some pretty nice eye-candy?

I realized after a few seconds that I should stop checking them out, lest the fabric of my _own_shorts tightened up.

It was all well and good - my workout was far from over. After wiping the sweat off the bench and bar I had used, I made my way to the pec fly machine. A few sets of that had me panting again, but my final exercise, the tricep dips, really exhausted me. My chest and arms felt blasted after each set, and I was rapidly draining my water bottle. A few furs filtered in and out of the gym, most whom I hadn't seen before, and it was only after my fourth set of dips did I really look at the clock.

"Damn, almost midnight," I thought. I supposed that was good enough. I was pretty sure I didn't have another set of dips in me, anyway, and I made my way to the locker room.

I figured I could shower when I got back home, but some things couldn't quite wait that long. Nature just so happened to be calling, and it was calling loudly thanks to all that water. I briskly made my way past the first few rows of lockers, mostly unoccupied at this hour, and made it to the bathroom portion of the locker room. To my left were the stalls and urinals, and to my right, of course, were the showers. I wasted no time in stepping up, yanking the front of my shorts down far enough to fetch my sheath through my underwear, and leaning my head back with a sigh as I was finally able to relax.

I was just a little embarrassed to have sighed so loudly when I heard a rustling from my right. I looked over my shoulder and saw the dragon from the leg press machine walk past me. I wondered where his workout-buddies from before went. Maybe they had left. Either way, there was nothing more interesting going on while I thoroughly relieved myself, so my eyes stayed on him as I watched him walk down the line of showers to my right, stopping at one of the last ones, before stripping off his shirt. It was sweaty and clung to his torso, but when he worked it over his horns, it revealed a god-like physique, complete with chiseled abs and a massive chest. Hell, he looked about twice as wide as I was and his biceps were the size of my head. He even had giant traps framing his neck and his head was-

...pointing right at me. Shit.

My tail twitched and went rigid as I looked up and we briefly locked eyes. VERY briefly. Within a quarter of a second I had averted my eyes to stare again at the tiled wall in front of me, before realizing that I had probably just confirmed any suspicion he had that I had been staring at him. I supposed he knew my eyes were roving hungrily across his naked upper-half moments before. My cheeks flushed a hot pink under my gray fur while I pulled my shorts up once again, having been done any actual business down there for a little while at that point.

"Just please, please don't let him say anything. I'm sure he's used to being checked out by girls and guys, I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home," I thought as I flushed and started to turn around. It looked like he was still looking, shirtless, in my direction out of the corner of my eye, but I was intent on not engaging him and went straight to the sinks to wash my paws.

"Hey."

Surely he couldn't have been talking to me.

"You. Wolf."

Well, there went that. His voice was pretty deep, not unlike what I might have expected.

I looked down the row of showers at the dragon after turning off the faucet, ready to apologize profusely for any unwanted attention, but he spoke first, smirking.

"So, you like what you see or somethin'?"

I think my heart may have skipped a beat at that, but I was still unable to form a coherent response. "..Uhhhm..?" was all I could form before he cut me off.

"Look, I saw you starin'. And I've seen you looking at me and the others a couple times. You're a tail-raiser, right?"

I could only blush even harder.

"Heh, yeah, thought so. It was pretty obvious. Hey, come here."

"What?" At least that elicited an actual word from my muzzle, and I'm sure I looked up at him with the best impression of a deer in the headlights that a wolf had ever given.

"Come. Here," he repeated, motioning me down the line of showers right to him.

My blood ran cold. Was he going to kill me!? Well, that wouldn't make sense. He didn't seem too upset, actually.. his tone was gruff, but didn't sound particularly angry. At least, not yet. I thought it best to not tempt fate, especially when fate took the form of a giant, muscled (and attractive) dragon with testosterone coursing through his veins.

I approached, slowly. His muzzle maintained that same smirk and his big, scaled tail drifted side to side behind him while he moved a huge arm up to wipe at some sweat dripping down his face. It seemed like the line of showers had gotten longer since the last time I had walked down it, but I found myself wishing it were even longer when I finally stood face to face with the dragon, just a few feet away. Er, I guess I was standing face to chest with him, rather. I had never been this close to him and while I knew from a few stares in the weight room that he was taller than me, he eclipsed me this close. His naked torso was right in front of me, glimmering with sweat from the overhead lights, and every detail was clear as day as my eyes roved over him. The powerful musk coming off of him filled me up as I took it all in. His enormous arms were capped with defined shoulders, each seemingly the size of basketballs. And then, his chest; lord, how do I even describe it? "Mouth-watering" might do it justice. So much bigger, yet so much firmer, than mine. And I was getting more than a good look, with my muzzle situated right at nipple-height. Below that, nothing but rock-hard abs, defined and separated with years of training and some damn good dragon genetics. I'm not ashamed to admit that the sight was enough to cause a stirring down below, apprehensive as I was.

"Good boy," came his voice above me. I looked up to meet his gaze. His muzzle was parted with that same smirk, his fangs visible. Coupled with the pearly-white horns and colossal frame, he was damn intimidating.

I hesitated a question. "W...what do you want?" My voice sounded a lot more timid than I had intended; I supposed my submissive tendencies were more prone to come out in the presence of such masculinity.

"Strip."

My breath caught in my throat.

"...What?"

He rolled his eyes and let a little huff out of his nostrils before fixing his intense gaze right at my eyes again. "Look, we both know what you want. I've seen the way you stare in the weight room, and not just at me. You might not have admitted it to yourself, but you want nothing more than to get a fat dick buried in that rear of yours - and me an' my buddies have been some of yer favorite pieces of eye-candy, am I right?"

I blushed so hotly at his bluntness that I was sure my fur had been permanently dyed pink.

"So, here's how this is gonna go," he continued. "It's just me and you now. I'm gonna turn this shower on, get in, and close the curtain," he said as he motioned to the shower stall next to him - the one closest to the wall. "Then, you're going to strip off all those clothes and follow me right in. Then, you're going to do everything I say, because you know exactly. What. You. Want." He punctuated his words my moving a scaled hand down to cup around my crotch through my shorts and squeeze, eliciting a gasp. "And I firmly intend to take what I want."

I panted, inhaling more of his masculine musk. He was right. I knew exactly what I wanted, and all it took was this dragon telling me I wanted it. He was making me want him, _need_him. He gave me one last fanged, knowing, grin before releasing my now very excited package and turning around. He dropped his shorts quickly, exposing the firm boulders of his ass cheeks and legs that had to be the size of tree trunks. He said nothing more as I watched him somehow fit his frame behind the curtain before pulling it closed. Soon, I was left with nothing but my thoughts and the sound of running water to accompany me as steam started to rise over the top of the curtain barely hiding my new scaled acquaintance.

Fuck it. I was single and horny, and had just gotten the most obvious invitation for sex I might ever be offered by one of the hottest specimens I could imagine. The time for thinking passed the moment I decided to approach the dragon at his command.

I quickly pulled my sweaty shirt over my head, exposing my grey-furred belly. Shit, I hadn't groomed my fur in a while and I was all fuzzy. Well, maybe the dragon wouldn't mind...he didn't seem to mind my otherwise-average body. My shoes, socks, shorts and underwear quickly followed, and I looked down to find a few inches of my cock already unsheathed and dripping with need.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. It was getting hard to breathe, and not just because of the heat coming from the shower. "You can do this," I thought to myself.

Not wanting to waste any more time than necessary standing naked in full view of anyone who came to the back end of the men's locker room, I grabbed the end of the shower curtain and stepped in.

I was immediately hit with a torrent of hot water, cascading down my body and soaking my fur entirely. I had to admit, it did feel quite nice after an intense workout, and I unconsciously let out a murr of appreciation. For a second, I almost forgot that I was currently sharing the shower space with someone else. Of course, I was quickly torn from that belief when the low, rumbling voice of the dragon echoed throughout the shower.

"Heh, you're fuzzy. Nice body, though."

"Embarrassed" wouldn't even begin to cover it, but despite everything, I could feel more and more of my cock being released from its furry sheath. The dragon lumbered closer. It seemed a little hard to move his wide body through the shower between the curtain and the wall. The musk burned in my nostrils and muzzle again as he got right up near me and the stream of water, the hot steam causing me to pant and inhale more of his scent. It was then that I realized that he hadn't even gotten under the water himself yet; the shimmering of his scales was merely the sweat that'd been coating them since he had taken off his clothes.

"I'm sure the water's really nice, but I think I want something else cleaning me," he said as he took a hand, big as my face, and cupped my muzzle, making me look up at his face.

"W...wait! Should we be doing this? I don't even know your name!" I argued, as the part of my mind still thinking straight issued one last line of protest.

"My name's not important. YOUR name's not important. All that's important is how you're going to feel pinned up against the wall with me deep inside you. So, get to work."

I whimpered in submission. His scent was overpowering, and I couldn't help but fall in line and do exactly what he wanted me to. Besides, now that I was in this enclosed space with him, I was going to take every possible opportunity to touch the god-like body in front of me. No one else would come down the line of showers this far, and if they did happen to open the very last curtain...well, they'd get quite the show, I guess.

I grasped firmly at his sides with my paws, feeling the firm muscle of his obliques, and brought my muzzle up against his chest, inhaling deeply. He smelled so fucking good; it was like he was dripping pheromones. I wasted no time before parting my muzzle to make way for my tongue and giving him a long, slow lick right up his pecs. His rumbling signaled to me that he was liking the treatment, and my dripping member served as an indication to him of how much I was enjoying giving the treatment. I licked and licked, hungrily roving over the scaled muscle of his meaty pecs and bending down to work his abdominals. I traced the lines of his definition, worshipping the powerful body before me. Every lick gave me a muzzle-full of heat, sweat, and filled me with lust. Before long, I could feel something hot beginning to prod at my lower abdomen, and I looked down to see his slit parting, allowing the first couple inches of dragon-cock to feel the warm air around us.

I had never seen a dragon up close and personal like this before, but damn if it wasn't hot. I removed my muzzle from where it was firmly glued to his torso and panted, kneeling down in front of him. His full sac was right at muzzle-height, and I grabbed at his meaty thighs while I nuzzled against it before licking each orb individually. God, they tasted good; I could only imagine how their contents tasted. After I played with them enough to get him panting, I brought my tongue up in a long, slow lick that ended right at his cock-slit. His thick length was already protruding a few inches, and I aimed to coax more of it out as I licked around his member and drove my wide tongue up the underside.

"Ohhhhh, that's a good pup. See how much fun you can have when you do as you're told?" His dominating words just drove me to work stronger, licking up his veiny cock as more and more came out of the slit. He was too thick for me to wrap a single paw around, so I brought them both to grasp at the base as the full length emerged. It looked as long as my forearm, but tasted oh-so much better. I licked and slurped around the head as the dragon above me moaned, shooting pre into my muzzle-fur and marking me as his bitch. I had no problem being this magnificent creature's bitch tonight, and I moaned with need myself as I tried to shove as much of his cock in my muzzle as would go in.

I went on like that for a while, the dragon lazily bucking a couple inches into my muzzle, before he seemed to get tired of the foreplay. He pulled out without warning and let another shot of pre hit my tongue, lolling out of my mouth. He bent slightly, enough to get his hands under my armpits, and pulled me up to stand with him.

"Turn around."

That was all that needed to be said. I was at the point where I'd do anything for this dragon.

I turned, facing the wall, and stuck my ass out towards him with tail raised - for good measure. I had an idea of what he was interested in. I heard him spit into his hand before he brought it right to my buttcrack, and I felt a thick digit at my entrance, lewdly trying to force it open. I had no idea how he was planning on doing this with just spit, but we only had so much to work with here for this impromptu fucking. I relaxed the best I could, and with a pop, I felt my hole give and allow his finger entrance.

"OooooOOhhhh..." I moaned as I heard him chuckle deeply behind me.

"Heh, figured a sluttly puppy like you would be a little looser down there," he leaned down and spoke lowly into my ear. "Don't worry, I'll be leaving you gaping before I'm through with you."

I could only gasp as another finger suddenly tried to impale me, and I whimpered again as it succeeded. His fingers were rough, thick, and quickly going deeper inside me than I was prepared for, touching me in places that hadn't had any attention served to them in quite some time. This dragon knew just what to do to make me his, and curled his fingers in to poke at my prostate. This got another moan from me, as well as a shot of pre from my throbbing, tapered wolf-cock.

I felt like a bitch in heat as the dragon took total control of me with just a couple fingers. I thrust my ass back to meet his knuckles, craving more of the appendages inside me. Before long, I was unabashedly thrusting back on them.

"Unf...f-fuck me." I whimpered, leaning up against the tile wall.

"What was that?" the dragon asked huskily as he pulled his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting them back up my entrance.

"AH! ...Fuck me!" I moaned louder. I didn't even care if anyone else in the locker room heard. Let 'em open the curtain and look; I was proud to be dominated by this alpha-male, and all I cared about at that moment was letting him take every bit of pleasure he desired from me, however he wanted.

"Eager little slut, aren't you? Fine, have it your way. But I'm warning, you, this is gonna hurt."

He yanked his fingers out unceremoniously, and I felt my worked hole gape slightly before trying to clench up. At least the hot air was keeping me mostly relaxed. I heard him spit into his hand again and looked over my shoulder to see him rubbing his arm-length of cock, lubing it up as well as he could. Another spit, another paw spreading my left cheek, and the fingers returned, roughly rubbing more spit into my tight ring of muscle.

My heart sped up and my breathing became more ragged as my whole body yearned for what was coming next. I felt him hover over me, and both of his arms came to rest on either side of my head as I leaned on my arms against the wall.

"Hope you're ready," he whispered into my ear, drooping in submission. My tail twitched eagerly against his body as I felt his massive pole lodge itself between my cheeks, finding the rim of my hole with practiced ease. I was proud to add myself to the long list of mates he had undoubtedly bred, and I pushed ever so slightly back to tell him so.

I could see his arms tense up next to me, and he let out a deep, guttural grunt as he finally used some force and shoved himself forward. As with the fingers, my ass provided some give, but I breathed as deeply as I could and made every effort not to clench; this was definitely a more than welcome intruder.

There was an audible pop, and a hot flash of searing pain erupted in my backside.

"AHHhh!"

My scream matched his grunt of approval.

"Unnngh, you're a TIGHT little bitch."

He didn't let up for a second. Why should he? I was his bitch. His to rut and breed and fill as he desired, and fill he did. Inch after inch of thick, throbbing dragon meat grinded against my insides as my hole spasmed around his length.

My cock throbbed along with his, but I didn't dare touch it; I needed both my arms' help in keeping me upright under the intense sensations emanating from my tailhole and shooting up my whole body. The thrust seemed to last an eternity as still more inches claimed their places inside of me and I felt myself spread around his tool.

Before long, I heard him let out another "Ahhh," among my whimpers, and I felt his oversized ballsac slap lightly against my own fuzzy pair. I saw stars and let out a huff as the sheer mass of cock invading me knocked the air out of my lungs.

"REALLY tight!" he followed up as he made his cock throb and shoot pre deep in my guts.

"You're just...fucking...HUGE!" I practically yelled as he thrust back a couple inches before forcing them back inside me again.

He repeated this motion a few times, huffing and rumbling deeply into my ear as he got my insides used to being speared by a foot of dragon meat. I moaned constantly as the initial pain of being spread so wide turned into raw bliss as my depths were pounded again and again. Each thrust forced another needy whimperout of my muzzle and another shot of pre from my tip; I could already see the white stuff collecting on the shower wall. Slaps echoed every few seconds in the shower as his fucking got harder. He sensed I was getting used to his length and started _really_breeding me. I looked down, and with each slap I was able to see his thick cockhead protruding lewdly out of my stomach, stretching me out completely as he fucked.

"HhhhNGH," he grunted as he once again hooked his hands under my arms and grabbed my chest roughly, forcing me to stand up straight. I'm sure I weighed close to nothing to him, and he proved this by lifting my feet right off the floor and letting about half of his cock slip from my tailhole.

And then he shoved me back down.

"Oh, GOD yeah!" I screamed as I was taken roughly. He had total control of me as he lifted me up yet again and forced me down on his pole like a furry cock-sleeve.

"Mmmm, suuuuch a good boy," he panted into my ear as he met each shove down onto his shaft with a buck of his hips, driving the tip forcefully into me as deep as it would go. My tongue hung out of my mouth and I panted and moaned, writhing in his grasp. I could see the cock impale me again and again through my gut as the breeding continued harder than ever and the dragon drooled all over my neck and back, lost in the pure bliss of the fucking.

"Unhh...unfhh..you...you know what...good boys...get?" he grumbled into my ear as he continued the lifting, shoving, and bucking.

"AH!...Fill me! Please! I want your cum inside me!" I begged as he pounded into my furry rump again and again. I wanted to be his, filled and bred like the good bitch I was.

"Heh...that's right!...just...a little...more..." the dragon kept up his work as my mind and body were completely taken over by him. I could feel every inch of him pulsing deep within me as he slammed home over and over, and my knot was fully engorged. I was so fucking close...I knew I couldn't last much longer, and it took everything in my power to muster up enough cohesive thought to clench my ass as tightly as I could around the extra-large cock inside me.

"RrrrrrRAGH!" The dragon moaned loudly as he shoved his cock in as far as it would go, before giving a series of short bucks as hard as he could. My tailhole burned and my ass stung as I was stretched wide by his throbbing member, and amidst it all, my balls pulled up tight against my body and began unleashing a torrent of seed at the shower wall. My cock jumped as I felt a hot flood of cum hit my inner walls, and I painted my muzzle and chest as the dragon filled me up to the brim. My insides stretched to make way for his load, and his engorged balls gave me everything they had. I felt my belly distend as the sticky warmth flowed through my deepest passages, and I came through it all, panting and begging for more.

We stayed like that for a while. I was held up only by his powerful arms under mine, and even more powerful cock under my tail. Every move caused a new jolt of pleasure to shoot through my body and I felt his hot cum slosh around inside me. I let out a high-pitched sigh of bliss as I nuzzled back against the male who had thoroughly claimed me as his own, and he licked my headfur between my ears as his cock throbbed one last time deeply within me.

"Not a bad fuck, pup. We should do it again some time. I'm sure my buddies wouldn't mind if you joined us all for a workout one of these days..."

My cock jumped just at the thought of it.