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The loud slam of a punchbag and the metallic rattle of the heavy chains that secured it to the ceiling resounded through the gym, all the way to Molly's corner. Noisy thwacks and thumps and clangs broke the meditative calm of the music playing through her earphones.

Molly's arms raised, pulled by the weight of the traction machine's load. She let herself relax, allowing her arms and legs a moment's peace. The cushion of air that swam out from the heavy metal as it rested on its base made a subdued sound, like a dull whump, and brushed the fur around her ankles in a light breeze. Tensing one last time, she loosened her grip around the suspended handles and leaned forward in her seat, a mere shortness of breath her only suffering.

The antelope sighed. It's getting a little crowded in here.

True, the gym had begun to fill up. She spied several of her co-workers flitting about. A gaze was met with one, accompanied by mutual smiling and nodding. After a small hand-wave, Molly returned to her present condition, reclining in the seat and plucking the tiny glowing buds from her ears. They clicked as the loops that kept them in place unfurled themselves automatically — slender coils of articulated plastic that wrapped around the ear with enough range to cover a variety of hybrid head shapes. She stared at the little devices as the loops retracted into the spherical casing. A warm flash of orange around the translucent rim signalled their shutdown, and in her bag nearby she heard the buzz of her phone as it notified her of their disconnection.

She wondered who was giving it their all boxing. The sounds still echoed. She cared insofar that it disturbed her own workout. Consoled by the fact that she had already been here long enough, Molly rose and stretched.

She wanted to stay, however...

To keep her mind off of 'it'.

“God," she groaned, voice low as a raspy whisper. Her hand glanced her thigh, and that alone was plenty to set 'it' off again.

Fuck!

The burning sensation between her legs had become too strong to ignore. Again!

It was one thing to work out...take your mind off it...another to lose your concentration thanks to Punchy McLoudPunch — whoever they may be! She was ready to storm over and rip them a new one until sanity prevailed.

I don't have work tonight. I don't need to stick around.

Pondering the need to get changed out of her exercise garb, Molly grabbed her back and stuffed the earphones inside, exchanging them for a water bottle held tightly — so tightly, in fact, it threatened to crumple 'neath her grip.

Sipping cool liquid did have an effect on her anguish. The cold temperature served up a shock to her system, halting the advancing sensation. As it washed over her, a faint shiver her sole companion, Molly stepped out of the main gym and into a quiet hallway. Hurriedly, she moved further from company as a set of solid black doors with glowing LED keypads came into view.

Molly clenched her hand, forming a fist as she held onto the bag-strap. The cool, refreshing freeze of her water was gone. In its place...the warmth she'd hoped to put out of her mind.

She swiped through to one of the private changing rooms. Inside: a nice quiet place to gather her thoughts. Her thoughts, and...

“Gah!"

Leaning against the door, her back pressing its sturdy form to hers, she narrowly avoided clanging into a coat-hanger with her horns. Molly cussed and bit her lip. The burning sensation hadn't abated. And she was trying her best to ignore it.

She hadn't told anyone about this. Not even a medical professional. Which was stupid, as she probably should...

Book an appointment later. Medicine later. For now...just...just let me concentrate!

She had been warned.

She was almost a year in this form. One whole year as a hybrid — the anniversary of her change loomed large, a great dooring to the rest of her life. And just as anticipated by her doctors, her cycle had come.

Two months. Two months ago her and Cade had become romantically involved. Two? No...two and a half more like...

Two and a half months since she rocked his world, and now she couldn't bear to be away from him even for an hour. No! Half an hour...?

...

Ten minutes!?

Not even...

Molly hissed as she stripped down to her fur. Her new gym clothes found themselves stuffed back into their bag. No matter how good they felt to wear, their purpose had been achieved. Molly could tick off 'exercise' from her mental to-do list. Today's itinerary still had items left to get to, ones she hoped she could enjoy better than her work-out. Ones, she very much hoped, that ended more comfortably than this.

She retrieved her outside attire and put it on. All except her underwear. She hesitated to bring anything close to the source of her discomfort — her long, flowing skirt on its own might waft the wrong way!

One hoof pressed into the floor, perched downward with its split pointed end scraping the mottled lino. She shifted her posture, biting her lip as the agony continued to eat away at her nethers. The tumultuous mixture — burning heat and intense longing — spread to her thoughts.

She guided a hand to her skirt, lifting it and holding it aside. Her other hand made a slow motion up the inner thigh, caressing the fatigued muscle, on approach to her painfully-swollen pussy. Nearing their target, her digits moved through a distinctive patch of dampness before arriving at her labia. Her eyes slowly closed as she touched herself.

Bolts of feeling, fiercer than lightning, stronger than thunder, erupted through her. Her body had primed itself for pleasure. She was not one to ignore that need. But it was so bad today — worse than it had ever been.

“Fuck," she moaned, her fingers driving themselves into her puffy entrance, “fucking heat!"

Hurried breathing heralded the onset of stronger sensations; her digits delved and dragged what pleasure they could from her depths. It was magical, but not enough. Not enough to tip her over the edge.

Molly let her limbs loosen, and her body relax. She came to rest, huffing, on the bench-seat in the room. Not enough, she thought, as her breathing went from ragged to stable.

Not enough...

* * *

Cade pulled in to the parking lot next to the nondescript facade of Violetta and its adjacent amenities. Letting the car idle while he checked his phone, the human informed Molly he was ready to pick her up. A few minutes of tapping the steering wheel and other impatient fidgets later, he got a text asking him to come inside.

Beckoned by the string of short messages that spilled across his phone's screen, Cade left the car and went inside — taking a left at the entrance and following the corridor to the stairwell, where the gym dwelled. Things were quiet at this time of day, and nary a soul could be seen as he ventured further.

Molly spied him through an open doorway and ran over.

“Hi."

“Hey, Molly...you still working out?"

“I needed a little more time," she said, rubbing her neck, “and had some problems changing."

Cade looked at her. She wore the same outfit she had when they first hooked up. A curious reminder. One he reckoned she wasn't aware of.

“Problems?"

“Ah, it's nothing." She waved off his concern, looking past him at the door. “C'mon..."

He felt her arm swing under his and hook him. Cade was surprised at the amount of force she was exerting. Force that pulled him where she wanted to go. He stumbled and twirled around as she led him out, clumsy footsteps hammering the floor beside her hoofed stride. Once out of the gym, she made an unexpected choice — leading him deeper into the building.

As if to pre-empt his questioning she spoke up: “just a quick detour to the restroom."

“You in a hurry?"

Molly sensed his apprehension. She paused before answering.

“...hurry? No...I, uh...I'm not needed tonight. Thought I'd take the day off. Rylan's covering for me."

“Rylan?" Cade asked, visibly confused. “Which one is he?"

Before Molly opened her mouth he jumped back into the conversation. “Oh...that's the big horse guy, right?"

She laughed. Her pace slowed, ending in a comfortable stroll down the corridor. Her grip had lost its firmness. “Big horse guy," she tittered.

“Well, I can only go off of your descriptions."

“And that was my best attempt, was it? I think I possess a slightly wider vocabulary than that!"

They arrived at the bathrooms. Two gendered signs — one pink one blue, with pictographs — confronted them. A third, with several markers for disabilities, sat opposite. Molly glanced around. Cade moved to lift her hand from him. As soon as he touched her hand she grabbed his, squeezing tight. Her head snapped toward him, staring him down. Once sure no-one was watching, a single command left her lips:

“Inside."

“What?"

The door to the ladies' room swung open. Empty stalls, each with a latch on the door lay in front of them. Without another word she dragged Cade inside, picked a stall, shut its door, and clicked the latch.

“Whoa, Molly," he protested, “what the hell?"

Her responses came in the form of a kiss — rough, passionate...sealing them as one being for its duration. A blurted gasp followed once it broke, Cade's mouth hanging open. The seconds became years. An older, wiser Cade asked the important question: “here?"

“Worried someone'll see us? I don't care. Don't care how it looks, sounds, whatever! I can't stop thinking about you...Cade...all day..."

“I see."

She took his hand and buried it between her legs. The warmth and wetness soaked him. He watched her breathing grow shallow. Needy. Her eyes narrow and focus on his body — darting occasionally to his face to offer him a glimpse at the desire burning within. The heave of her breasts behind her clothes — chest rising and falling ever more rapidly...the air heavy with their mutual craving. He grabbed her with his free hand, exploring her body.

“Let me know your plans ahead of time. Would save me trouble."

She grinned, and squeezed her thighs together. Cade's hand trapped against her cleft. “Inside," she moaned; a very different meaning this time!

“Risky public fucking? Let's not make this a regular thing — I'd like a nice...soft...bed!" Punctuating his words with stabs into her sensitive flesh, Cade drew out their foreplay for as long as he could. Given their respective builds, and the genetically-enhanced wall of toned antelope bearing down on him, he could only hold off for so long. Losing his belt, Cade joined the no-underwear club with a shake of his hips. Bracing against the bathroom stall, he readied himself to please.

Another kiss battered down his defences, splashes of lust spilling over the great sea-wall that had contained the surge mere seconds ago. Molly overwhelmed him, her heat increasing her arousal. Pulling back to catch a breath, Cade was moved to complement her, but she wasn't in the mood for talking.

Molly grabbed and squished his cheeks, comically puckering his lips. A growl rattled through clenched teeth.

“Shut up and fuck me!"

The moment their lips sealed, all consequences vanished. Anyone could wander into the bathroom. Anyone could stumble across the raunchy scene. But they didn't care — not one bit! The powerful scent pervading the room filled them with wildness. Lust, borne out of desperate need. Molly piloted Cade into her grasp. She guided him to her chest, her thighs, her exposed nethers. Daring him to take her.

And, when his pillar plunged inside, all her suffering soon abated. Feeling him press, pry, and pierce her...open her swollen body to his manhood...the heat finally soothed by repeated thrusts, each deeper than the last...

“Ah!"

It was then she knew it was enough. More than enough...

“Yes! Cade!"

...to tame her heat.