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By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Blogisode 7:

A funny thing happened at the gym today.

Sounds like I'm about to start telling a bad joke, I know. Still, it's true: something weird happened at the gym today. It was exactly the sort of thing I'd been mentioning before, about how and why humans and morphs are attracted to each other, which is why I decided it couldn't hurt to jot down some notes on the event. Sadly, I don't have a whole lot of scientific data thanks to the location of the event, but I can figure out a good deal of stuff based on what I know about the situation.

To explain, you'll need a little background. Okay, one of my big jobs, before I got my degree, was helping to run this little hole-in-the-wall gym in morphtown. Windy, this tall and gorgeous blonde barbiedoll of a mare morph I know, was the one who got the idea in the first place, and I was willing to chip in with my time and money to help her get off the ground. The place actually started to pick up after morphs began making some money of their own, and now it's a fairly well-off and high-quality establishment. I'm still a partner in the business, though mostly a silent partner these days, paying in money to help keep the place afloat, getting money back on my investment, but mostly just letting Windy do what she likes. This arrangement suits Windy fine, since she's a bit of a free spirit as well as a health nut (she's actually a registered nutritionist and dietitian), and likes to do things her way. When I'm dealing with somebody half again as tall as me, with these gorgeous, sleek bodybuilder muscles I can only dream about, I'm not gonna argue.

So anyway, because I'm a part owner of the Windy Gym, and I'm still trained and registered as a personal trainer, sometimes I don't just work out there, but actually help out a little as well. It helps for those times when I can use a little bit of extra cash on the side, you see. It was on one of these days that I was doing some personal training that the odd event happened.

Most of the time, when somebody talks about odd events, they're referring to something more-or-less mundane. You know, like the air conditioner breaking down, or the bathroom flooding, or maybe some weirdo came around handing out free doughnuts in an attempt to drum up some business for a local bakery – something like that. This time, though, the weird thing was a human, in morphtown, in Windy's Gym. Not just any human, either: a very heavily pregnant human woman. Well, honestly, calling her a woman was a little bit of a stretch, since she was more of a girl, probably not quite out of highschool yet. She was a cutie, though, with long brown hair she'd tied back with a scrunchie, and this little button nose that crinkled a bit when she smiled, which was often, especially when she was shy and embarrassed, which also was often, since she could immediately tell she might be in a place where she wasn't in the majority.

As the girl entered, wearing these nice, loose sweats and a big t-shirt, about perfect for her 'expecting' state, I was covering the front desk. It was Chuck's birthday soon, and I was just saving up a little bit extra to get him something extra nice (not saying what it is, because it hasn't happened yet, by the time I'm writing and posting this up). It was early evening, and a lot of morphs were fresh off of work, so the place was pretty packed with males and females of a half-dozen morphtypes, mostly dogs and horses, because those are some of the most common morphtypes the military used to use; apparently those two types of morphs, mine and the equimorphs, take orders most easily. Still, this brave young cutie seemed to screw up her courage, and headed up to the desk where Amami and I were hard at work.

Amami's this adorable little Japanese bunnygirl. Actually, she's based on the Amami rabbit, the only endangered species of rabbit of which I am aware, with this dark brown fur on her back, which fades to a reddish hue around the sides and especially her underbelly. Do believe me when I say that I've seen her naked plenty of times. Also believe me, on a slightly-related side note, when I say that fresh young rabbitgirl tastes delicious. Right now, she's about four months along in a pregnancy of her own, by this irresponsible jackrabbit buck by the name of Fritz. Fritz is a musician, and he plays a lot of gigs around the morph side of town. Apparently the two met in a strip joint where Fritz was performing the background music for the dancers. I'd never have expected little Amami to go into one of those places, as sweet and shy as she seems, but hey, still waters.

Once I saw the human girl getting close, I subtly motioned Amami over, figuring seeing someone else pregnant might get the human to relax a little and take it easy, while silently thanking whatever powers listen to morphs that Milly was in the stocking room at that moment. I guess it worked, because almost as soon as Amami gave this girl that little bow of respect she got from Japan, the girl opened up almost right away. Turns out, the reason she was there was because she was saving up money for the baby when it was born. Yep, single mother, father moved away and she didn't know where he was – an old story, but not an uncommon one, not even in days like this, when fathers are so few and far between. Luckily her own mother was helping her financially, and she had a good deal on college, so she'd probably turn out all right. Just right then, she wanted a gym, but didn't want to pay too much for the service.

Naturally, that's where Windy's Gym came in. Windy's never liked charging much, so she operates on as minimal a budget as possible. Since she doesn't need to advertise – hers is pretty much the only real gym in this neighborhood, and the options for places with these sorts of facilities are either home, makeshift, or Windy's – and we do most of the work of maintenance ourselves, there's not a lot of overhead. Once the machines were paid off, and the rent met for the year, everything else was gravy, and Windy's never been the greedy sort.

About this time, Windy herself came ambling on over. I don't really know what it is about horses, but just about every horse I've ever met has this sort of natural charisma that they just exude wherever they go. You just want to get along with and like equimorphs, and Windy is no exception. As soon as she showed up and started talking, I could tell right away that the human girl was sold. After that, it was just a matter of filling out the paperwork, and bam, new member, the only human so far to have done so.

It's about this time that I notice the effect the girl's having on the place. There was an awful lot of male morphs around right then, and while Windy and I were showing the girl around, letting her take the tour before the final signup, every time we got anywhere close to a male morph, they'd always turn and look, those eyes hungry, needy, interested, and eager. Considering how big the girl's belly was right then, I think she started having some anxiety issues – after all, there was no possible way she was going to be able to run if all those big, strong males decided to chase her. I could smell the change in her emotions, the shift from relaxed and friendly, to slightly nervous and uncomfortable. A primal sort of emotion, the kind of feeling prey animals have when they know there's a wolf in the vicinity, and exactly the sort of reaction that was just going to get all those healthy, virile males around turned on even more.

Fortunately, Windy could pick it up as well, and my friend had an instant solution: would our new customer like a complimentary massage? The answer was an immediate and unequivocal yes, and pretty soon we were moving off to the tanning booths and massage tables contained in some rooms to the side of the entrance.

While some people might find it strange, by this point, I was pretty aroused. So was the pregnant girl. So was Windy. It's at this point that I'd like to draw attention to why I'm sharing this anecdote: human pheromones influence morphs. You humans don't have one clue about the number of pheromones that you put out at any given moment during a day. Your brains haven't really adapted to pick them up anyway, so they're just an influence in the background for you, most of the time. Then there's morph pheromones, which are, as far as present research into the subject can tell, designed to be aggressively active in reacting with not only other morphs, but humans as well.

Since I've already talked about how morph pheromones influence humans, I'll avoid repeating myself too much. But something that I think we all overlook is how morphs can and do pick up human pheromones. Human pheromones haven't been studied much, and how they influence morphs hasn't even been touched as of this writing, so I guess my even making this claim is revolutionary. Still, what happened next, as the human girl stripped out of her clothes and let Windy and me help her up onto the massage table is what makes me think that I'm probably right.

The problem started with the ventilation system in Windy's Gym. It's mostly designed to circulate air inside the gym itself, without drawing too often from outside air. This arrangement is actually pleasant for morphs, because it makes sure that the scents of all the morphs who came through before stay more-or-less inside the gym, where they can be taken in by the morphs who follow. Shared scents like this create a sense of community, and also comfort, since it means that we're not alone, and in fact welcome in a place that has a heavy scent of others. But it also means that pheromones get circulated freely.

Another thing I've mentioned before is how the scent of a pregnant female affects us morphs. Apparently it doesn't matter if the female in question is human. If anything, the pheromones and the scent that girl was giving off as I worked my hands down her legs, and Windy worked hers over the girl's back, seemed to hit me even harder than a morph femme's would. We had her on her stomach, at least to start, after adjusting the massage bed a little to make it comfortable for the human girl to lie on her stomach. By the end, even if I do say so myself, we both had her almost boneless, she was so relaxed from our work. Of course, she was also nice and moist, and not just from being handled all over her smooth, extra-sensitive body by our professional hands: the pheromones from the rest of the gym were working on her. Obviously I couldn't say it for scientific certainty, since I didn't have any of the sensitive equipment needed for that kind of a check, but from the way she was starting to move into our hands like an eager cat being petted, I'd say I'm probably right. As for me and Windy, well, we were doing our best to be professional about it, but…we were both soaked.

Windy's got this way with warm massage oil that can melt anybody. I've learned this from personal experience. The problem with her method, though, is that she runs out of oil really fast. By the time we got the girl onto her back (a feat, I promise you – she really didn't want to move much by that point), and Windy had her breasts and belly glistening, while I'd worked on her legs, we were completely empty. Wanting a little break from the heady dose of pheromones I'd been getting, I volunteered to get some more. What I didn't count on, though, was what I encountered when I opened the door.

Males. Every male in the place had congregated by the door, their noses slightly lifted, nostrils working. Most of them were naked now, and all of them, naked or not, were sporting erections. They'd all gotten a good taste of those pheromones, and they knew exactly what they meant: fresh, pregnant meat. Fortunately, Milly was there, the tough little badgergirl interposed between the males and the massage room. Milly's not very tall, and actually she looks really cute at first glance, even a little bit chubby. A closer look, though, makes it pretty clear she's not chubby at all – she's big-boned, and what looks like chub at a slight distance is actually the solid muscle that goes with her breed and bottom-heavy build (incidentally, if you love big bottoms, you'll love Milly – hers is the sort you can squeeze and grope all day long, and never get tired of it). Amami was standing next to Milly, blushing furiously as she did her best to remain polite despite the circumstances, and just getting more and more flustered as Fritz, her beau, kept trying to talk her into getting Milly out of the way.

Right about then, I guess you could say that I made a mistake. What I did was tell Milly it was all right, and she could stand down – the boys weren't going to hurt anyone. I really did think this, by the way, and though things turned out differently than I'd thought, I was right…more or less. After all, nobody was hurt, and nobody was raped (not that morphs are likely to rape anybody anyway). As soon as Milly started to relax, though, even moving a little to let me get past and reach the stockroom where we kept the massage oil, the males moved forward in a body. They'd scented a needy female, and were almost out of their minds with lust and the need to mount her.

From what I could see from the door to the massage room, Windy was more than a little taken aback as several large, young stallions, who'd been crowded near the front and most able to use their greater size to push their way into the room first, surrounded her newest customer. That's nothing compared to the girl, though, who went from almost relaxed enough to fall asleep, to wide awake and more than a little nervous. She wasn't outright frightened, though, and as she looked up at all those big, beautiful males, with their big, beautiful cocks right above her, well, she just sort of went with it.

Heavy hands squeezed and palpated the girl's breasts, while strong and agile equine lips slurped on her nipples, and then her inner thighs, and one even kissed her. The stallions were a little too eager right then to hold back for long, though, and it was only a matter of maybe two minutes, tops, before the first one squeezed himself into the girl's cunny. Windy was trying her level best to apologize for what was happening, and Amami was still trying her level best to get the males to calm down somehow, but by that point, it was a lost cause, and not just because of the wildness of the males: the girl was seriously getting into it. A cock pressed up to her lips, and she promptly popped it inside. Two more squeezed against her hands, and she started pumping them hard and fast, moaning loudly around her big mouthful, her toes already curling in her first orgasm as the stallion claiming her cunny lifted her legs by the backs of her thighs, just behind her kneecaps, making her milk-leaking breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, and her belly bounce a little as well, a pair of foxy vulpimorph twins somehow having managed to slip past the others, their rigid red cocks dripping copiously onto the girl's big round belly while they waited their turns.

Of course, with every male wanting the same female, and there being so many males, it was only a matter of time before things started getting completely out of hand. Fritz grabbed my wrist, getting my attention, but before I could shake him off, he stepped in and kissed me right on the lips. I didn't even see the dog that started peeling off my shirt, or the cat that got my shorts, but I could see…why Amami liked Fritz so much, that is: he was an awesome kisser! A hefty pair of horses had Milly and Amami bent over the front desk, and were actively and enthusiastically plowing the girls like they were a fertile field. Amami very noisy, while even Milly, normally quite a stoic, was moaning softly, at least until another pair of horses stuffed the girls' mouths as well, properly spitroasting them. Before I ended up in a foursome of my own, cat in my cunt, Fritz in my mouth, and dog pounding my tailhole, I got a glimpse of Windy. The beautiful blonde mare was hoisted up onto the massage table next to the human girl's by a pack of hyenas (they were really popular among the African juntas back in the war days) mixed with several canomorphs, who soon combed up onto the table, surrounding her, blocking her from my sight. Despite the lack of a direct view, though, I could see several hot male butts humping away moments later, their tails hiked high, their tongues out and lolling as they ravished my horsey friend. As eager as those boys were, it was only a short while before her loud moans of pleasure rivaled those of the human girl.

It's a little hard for me to remember everything that took place in that impromptu orgy, I'm afraid. Passion like that makes it hard to think, almost like being drunk or high…well, at least how I imagine those altered states must be like. I very clearly remember that Fritz was a very productive jackrabbit – after draining him dry, I felt really full! Of course, Amami, still all splattered with cum from her recent horseplay, grabbed Fritz's cock after that, and got to work showing him how good his girlfriend (and perhaps mate – I'll need to ask later) could suck a cock, compared to me. Milly got some of the hyenas off of Windy, only to end up being pack-banged herself, those big breasts of hers swinging hard and fast while they plundered her pussy on all-fours. Me, I ended up in the middle of a bunch of stallions fresh out of the human girl's cunny; they'd moved to make room for the next batch, but weren't quite satisfied yet. A nice, tight-bottomed dobiegirl was just what they needed to hit the spot…though I wish one of them hadn't squeezed his cock between my breasts like he did – it's always so messy cleaning up after a stallion cums on me.

The human girl, though, is the one who had the most fun of all of us. Once, when I caught a glimpse of her, I saw her actively, vigorously riding one of the stallions, this big Clydesdale named Thunder underneath her, the males all around her cheering her on as she tried to get every last inch of that big, meaty horsecock into her pussy. Another time, I saw the foxy twins working their tongues all over her bung, getting her nice and slick, before they started taking turns, one of them squirting some precum onto her anus, before the other mounted her, thrusting several times, then trading off with his brother. She was a little hesitant at first, and it was pretty obviously her first time doing anal, but the girl got into it pretty fast – there's not many as good at anal sex as male foxes.

Eventually, the males all trickled out, one by one, spent and satisfied. We femmes, though, weren't quite finished. As the last few males were making their way out, I was sitting on the front desk, my quim getting worked on by Windy – horses have the most wonderful tongues! In that position I could watch Windy's heart-shaped butt, too, and the way it flexed as she swished her gorgeous golden tail from side to side. Nearby, Milly had Amami pinned to the desk, one thigh rubbing frantically between the preggers bunny's thighs, while the badgerfemme greedily gnawed on Amami's dark-furred breasts. Milly's an aggressive lover, to say the least, and she's got a serious “thing" for other girls' breasts. Considering how sensitive Amami is, and how fun it is to make her cum, I really couldn't say I blamed Milly one bit for being so rough with the little bunny's breasts until she started to squirt – I've only seen a few orgasms from breastplay, and Milly's the best femme I know at making it happen.

Maybe it was just as well all the males left, Fritz even having the forethought to close and lock the front doors on his way out. After all, we femmes were not in a rational state of mind at that point. Somebody might've gotten hurt…

As it was, once the males cleared out, the four of us practically pounced that poor human hottie. Lucky for her, Windy was there, and Windy's as sweet and gentle as you could want, especially when she's doing gentle sex, or getting others to be gentle with their sex. She took a slow, steady pace to start, lying next to the girl and letting her large, strong hands roam over all that smooth, beautiful skin. The blue-eyed beauty looked up at us as we surrounded her, all of us doing the same as Windy, feeling her, caressing her, gently squeezing her in all the right places, and smiled, before she kissed Windy full on the lips.

It was probably the kiss that set things off. Then again, it might have been Milly pulling her strap-on out of its hiding place. Whatever the reason, we were all of us all over everyone else in that room. Up on the bed, the human girl was on her back, while Windy crouched over her mouth, whinnying loudly as the girl tongued her to a nice, trembling orgasm. At least, Windy was whinnying, until I grabbed her head and shoved her wonderful mouth hard against my pussy while I stood next to the bed. Amami, meanwhile, got shoved up onto the bed over the human girl by Milly, who soon got her bunny right where she wanted her: her pussy squeezed tight against the human's, the two grinding together like they were trying to start a fire. Maybe that's what they were actually trying to do, because it got Milly heated up, that black-and-white femme taking turns gnawing on first the human's and then Amami's breasts, her skilled hands milking them in ways that I can only imagine while their slick juices matted down the fur of Amami's inner thighs, making it stick to her fell like a second skin.

One by one, we all had a turn just with the human. When Windy moved, Milly, still as rough and dominant as ever, squeezed Amami up so that the bunny was facing the girl, and soon after kissing her, while their big, pregnant tummies rubbed against each other, the same way their cunnies were rubbing against each other. Finally, Milly got to sink that strap-on into both pregnant cuties, pounding first the bunny on top, then the human on bottom, never letting up until she wailed in a mighty, gushing orgasm of her own. Pulling the dripping strap-on free, Milly then made the human girl clean her up with her mouth, ordering her to “drink my honey."

After watching Milly have her fun with those girls' breasts, when it was my turn, I just had to have a taste myself…mmm. I must admit, I'd never had human milk before, and now I know that I've been missing out. I think I made the girl cum, too, though it's hard to tell since Windy was happily licking the girl's cunny, her tail swishing happily while she worked.

Spent and sopping wet, eventually we all settled down into a fuzzy, sleepy haze, just snuggled together while we rested up, gently caressing each others' bodies as we all dozed. But as has been said many times before, all good things must come to an end…but unpleasant stuff can last pretty much forever. Once she'd gotten herself together, Windy was desperately apologetic, even giving the girl her first month free at the gym, if only she'd come back and not be upset. After all, what had happened that day wasn't normal, she assured the girl.

Personally, I'm not so sure: newbies in most morph places will often get some sexual attentions, and the more attractive the newcomer, the more attention they're likely to get. This dark-haired hottie, for her part, was really gorgeous, and being pregnant was enough to set off a chain reaction once it was known – and smelled – that she was on the premises. With the recent lifting of laws forbidding interspecies relationships, coupled with the new sense of empowerment morphs have had since they got the vote, and the local situation I just described…hmm, well, maybe Windy's right after all. Maybe there won't be nearly the same extreme reaction that happened this first time. Still, that girl's got the hottest set of pheromones I've encountered in a long time…

Lucky for poor Windy, the girl didn't make a fuss about anything that had happened. She seemed calm, relaxed, even happy as she finished up the paperwork to finalize her membership at Windy's Gym. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I'm sure that there won't be any problems.

After all, before the human girl left, she made sure to sign up for another massage session tomorrow.