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A notification popped up on Mishti's phone; the tigress' ears perked at the familiar .mp3 of swords clashing. She paused her warm-up stretches to check it, grabbing it from her little sling bag near the mat. She smiled at the graphic of a hand and paw on her lock screen. "Your partner has arrived! Please pick up your key at the front desk," the description read. She gathered her things and set out to do just that, rolling up the mattress-sized yoga mat and tucking it under her arm.

Stretching could wait. There would be plenty of room in her... well, room.

The layout of the fitness center put the front desk close to the warm-up room. This particular chain -- All-Inclusive Interspecies Fitness -- was particularly forward-thinking. The front entrance and locker rooms were connected to an area specifically designed for pre-workout activities. There were a few cardio machines, an area for stretching, and even a mixing station for pre-workout drinks. The space was small relative to the rest of the center, just big enough to handle the peak customer load.

But there were other more important aspects of the place's spatial design Mishti had come to appreciate. The multi-level counter that she approached was a good example. Every facility in the building was designed to be accessible by all clients, no matter their species or size; she didn't have to crouch down to talk with Zoey about getting her key. For a nine-foot tall tigress, this was a rare treat. While anthros such as herself varied widely in size and species, humans did not. Most buildings ended up being comfortable for one or the other despite however many new codes were made. Being able to not only use the same equipment easily but the same entire building easily made the gym even more attractive

It also made it easier for her to scope out her favorite kind of playthings.

Mishti thanked the little doe before stopping by the equipment room and heading out to the main floor. A forest of machines lined the open space, weight and resistance on one side with cardio on the other. Clanking plates were backed by non-offensive radio and television stations from the various speakers and flatscreens. Humans and anthros alike mostly ignored them in favor of earbuds and smartphones. They mostly ignored Mishti as well -- the sizable tigress was unusual for sure, but the inclusive nature of the facility meant there was less staring than usual.

The gym still had a warm, social feeling to it. Membership included access to an app and a sort of social club. Though it was intended to help people find workout buddies or connect trainers with clients, all sorts of friendships were formed. Given Mishti's interest in rather niche sports, the tigress was an avid user. She grew her fencing group significantly when she showed up with her sword bag.

But today was a wrestling day. She mounted the stairs to the upper level of the gym. There weren't proper wrestling facilities, but the management had taken to using the squash rooms for the more unusual sports. They were just big enough, padded, and most importantly, relatively private. Mishti usually got more repeat partners when she didn't humiliate them in front of a crowd. Her plaything for today was milling outside when she arrived. Evidently, he snuck past her in the warm-up room -- or he hadn't warmed up at all.

What a mistake that would be.

"Anon, right?" the tigress said. She glanced over him in assessment: some defined muscles poked through on his arms and legs, relatively bare from his tanktop and shorts. He was still of relatively average build and height -- probably nothing to worry about.

"Yeah. You're Mishti?" he replied, sizing her up in turn.

"Yep!" she replied, shifting into a pose for him to gawk at. The tigress filled out her sports bra and compression shorts, a noticeable amount of pudge on her figure. But her movements betrayed the well-developed musculature that lay beneath. That and the fact she was carrying around an extra-large wrestling mat with ease. She smiled as he stared -- he didn't look away when she leaned down slightly.

"You still up for this, little man?" she teased.

"Of course! I'd probably be waiting another hour or two for someone else," he replied. Even if his tone and expression seemed unphased, Mishti saw how he squared off with her and puffed out his chest. She chuckled.

This would be a fun one.

"Your funeral," she said, undoing the door. "We can go over rules while we stretch."

Anon nodded. The room was unremarkable beyond being larger than normal to accommodate clientele like Mishti. She had him stand back while she laid out the wrestling mat, covering up nearly the whole floor. Then two partners put their bags and bottles off to one corner before going to the middle of the room to warm up.

"Now, the mat will help somewhat, but heavy slams are still probably a no-go," the tigress said, closing her eyes as she did her lunges. "But besides that, I don't have any special rules. Pins or submission holds, 10 seconds or until you tap out."

The human snorted -- Mishti watched him through nearly-closed eyes, his expression confident as he drank her in.

"Awful confident that I'll be the one tapping," he said, circling his arms. The tigress chuckled back and kept her eyes 'closed.'

"I'll save you the trouble for the first few matches. We'll call them warm-ups."

"And I'll do the same for you, tiny tiger," he replied. "What position are we starting from?"

Mishti arched her back and rolled her shoulders. She wasn't going to wait any longer.

"I'll give myself a handicap for the first few matches," she said, getting down on her knees. Even fully seated, Anon was eye-level with her toothy grin. "However you want to start, Anon."

Something made the human pause. There were plenty of potential reasons; the fluidity with which she moved her bulk, her sudden presence on his level; her warm, rumbling tone, the way she licked her lips in anticipation; the fact he really hadn't stretched much. But he sank into a ready stance and attempted to match her grin nonetheless.

"Alright, kitty cat," he said, "make your move..."

"Oh, I don't think so," Mishti chuckled with a flicking tail. "You go."

"Ladies first, go on!"

The tigress rumbled and her grin grew. He was going to be fun. After the titanic tigress refused to move for a few more moments, Anon made his play. The human tried to circle around to her side and pull her down under her arm since her legs were already folded under her. Mishti let him get under her guard only to break his hold with a single sweep of her arm. She giggled and gave him a shove, nearly sending him sprawling.

"Come on, Anon," she said, shuffling to face him, "come at me!"

The human did his best to ignore the chop-licking and swishing tail. He used the distance to try a tackle, but the tigress shifted slightly on her knees and sent him sailing past. The landing on the mat was softer than it should have been -- her paws stuck to him when sending him past. Mishti stayed quiet save for a grin when he got up this time. Anon approached more slowly this time; if he could get her leg up it'd topple her for sure. The tigress was amused when he darted down for a thigh. He was rolled over her hip with a laugh. The human landed flat on his back, and her knee was across his chest before he could recover.

"Bold moves, little man," she sneered, leaning down. She didn't put on any pressure, but Anon still felt the mat creak around him.

"You could actually grapple, you know," he coughed. Mishti hummed and stepped back.

"Oh, but you'd need to earn that," she teased.

"I would if you'd ever get on the damn ground!"

The outburst was laden with laughter; Mishti was glad it wasn't frustration or indigence. She widened her stance as the human stood, still on her knees.

"Well, come on, then!" she said, tapping her shoulders. "Make me!"

Anon was almost focused enough to ignore the bounce of her sports bra. He chose to believe it was her tapping that convinced him to go for another tackle, higher up this time. There was a surprising firmness to her form when they collided -- he barely registered that it was softened further as she laid back with him.

The pressure of her hold was significantly less soft.

The tigress' breathy chuckles ghosted across his chest as she squeezed; she was on her side with her shoulder under one of his armpits, her forearms cinched tightly across his opposite shoulder. His legs were immobilized between her thick thighs with ease, leaving him one free arm -- the one furthest away from her.

"Ooop. Ooop!" she teased, putting on a little painful pressure whenever he tried to reach for her. "None of that, now. Tap, little human! That's the only way out."

He didn't tap of course. Anon struggled in her grip and probed for weaknesses. Her padding was more obvious now that he was pressed up against it along with her warmth. He paid special attention to those spots. Mishti too was tempted now that they were close. The way he squirmed against her scratched a certain itch, one she kept the hold a little loose in order to scratch. She pressed her snout into his chest and took a whiff of his sweat and musk.

The rush of endorphins might've made her too lax in her grip. Anon slipped from her grip and darted in to attempt a choke. He could feel the tigress' purring abruptly stop on his arm. He didn't make it very far thanks to her thick neck and her control of his legs, but it took her a few moments to peel him off. She rolled over and threw him free. Both were breathless when their gaze met again, both still laying on the mat.

"So much for the only way," Anon said. He stayed ready, unsure if the tigress would pounce now or when he got up. Her smile made it hard to tell. He noted how she relaxed, propping her head up and laying on her side.

"I was going easy on you," Mishti said, tail swaying lazily. "You're pretty quick, though. Maybe I should stop."

Anon forced himself to stay on her green eyes and not be tempted by her luscious profile.

"Maybe you should."

"You sure you can handle it?" she asked, cocking her head; her smile showed teeth when he hesitantly nodded. The tigress stood slowly and gracefully, looking away avoiding his eyes until she reached her full height.

"Alright," she said. "Get up."

Her impressive stature was even more immense from the ground. Standing didn't change it much for Anon. Mishti stayed tall as she spoke.

"No holding back now. I won't break you, but no complaining about it being unfair," she said, grin still on her face. "You ready?"

"Yea --"

The tigress shot in when human barely started nodding. She was a blur that hit with the force of a semi. Mishti dipped down and scooped him up with practiced ease, wrapping her arms around him and straightening up before he could completely react. One of Anon's arms got caught in the bear-hug and was pressed against her chest -- she had to give him credit, he was fast. But that wouldn't matter now.

The human's legs flailed and his whole body shook in an attempt to free himself. But he was four feet off the ground with nothing for leverage. Her arms were so big compared to his frame they secured him from the waist up. He could feel his ribs creaking, every shallow breath tinged with sweat and the feeling of damp fabric on his face. Anon attempted to use his legs; his free arm was useless and the trapped one just added to the pain. Mishti just laughed when he tried wrapping around her hips and thighs to try and scrape together some form of leverage. The human could feel her rumble in his chest.

"Is that tapping I feel? Ready to give up?" she asked, squeezing him tighter. Anon bit back his grunts of pain even if they'd be muffled. His 'no!' barely made it out from the confines of her chest.

"Of course not. Gotta prove you're a big, strong man," Mishti teased, slackening a little before tightening again. "Am I right?"

The human couldn't hold back his grunts this time; he was feeling around with his limbs, looking for weakness, for an opening, for something to push off. Mishti sighed when she didn't get an answer.

"Oh, I know it's not just an ego thing." She gradually firmed her hold just to the point of immobilization, edging on pain. "You don't want to leave my sweaty titties, do you?"

Anon's struggles stopped. Mishti chuckled as he went stiff in her arms.

"That's right. Don't think I haven't seen the looks you've given me," she said, beginning to sway. She rubbed his face in her bra as she continued. "I'll bet you were hoping I'd go for submission holds like this, you little pervert."

Anon stayed quiet. Both from fear and from the sensation of the tigress' huge tits rolling against his face. She stopped with a hum and slowly loosened her grip, just enough so that she could see his eyes in the depths of her bust.

"You're lucky I like it," she said huskily. His eyes stayed locked on her as she leaned down. "Now admit it. Nod."

The human's response was hesitant; he tried not to let her feel him twitch as the damp fabric rubbed along his cheeks.

"Good," Mishti whispered, her breath breezing through his hair. "We can do this two ways. Go back to struggling, and I'll pretend like it never happened. We'll just continue the match until our hour is up. But if you're okay with things getting a little more... 'intimate,' tap out."

The human looked up at her for a moment, breathing in her sweaty musk. Her grin reached her ears when she felt him gingerly tap her side.

Anon spluttered when she squeezed him tighter and rubbed her damp mountains against his face once more.

"What was that? Was that a tap, Anon?"

The tigress continued her teasing until his slaps against her thigh grew sharp in the small room. Anon gasped when Mishti let him pull back, ignoring his struggles as she bent over to put him down. His legs were more wobbly than he'd like to admit; shaking his once-trapped arm almost made him dizzy. A muscular tail wrapped around his chest in a flash. He stiffened by instinct, expecting another squeeze. But none came. There was a brief flash of concern on Mishti's face before the human steadied himself.

"I didn't squeeze you that hard, did I?" she asked, taking back her tail and attempting to regain some of her dignity.

"No, not that hard," Anon said, walking as casually as he could over to his things. Mishti could see the splotchy patches on his skin disappear as he took a long draft.

"Just not used to getting stuffed into sweaty bras -- I was expecting an actual pin," he said when he was done, giving one or two pants before going back to downing his water. Mishti let out a sharp laugh, tail swishing as she watched him recover.

"Oh, you want a proper pin? Finish up your water and we'll go, pretty boy!"

Anon took his time, watching her out of the corner of his eye. He'd need every second of recovery he could get. He imagined that 'intimacy' with her would leave him even more exhausted than a simple wrestling match. The tigress waited at the center of the mat, tail swishing faster with every second and ears folding down flatter and flatter. She looked like she'd pounce any moment when he put down his water. The sight of a woman like that twice his size lying in wait was more than a little scary -- Anon tried not to let it show.

He also tried to hide his excitement.

"S-so," he said slow, approaching the center, "how does this --?"

Mishti pounced once more with blistering speed. She stopped inches away from him this time and he jumped back -- tripping right on a thick tail that whipped around behind him. The tigress' rush down on top of him was just as quick and even more terrifying. Anon could feel the impact of her weight through the mat as she straddled him. Her legs squeezed around his hips before he could scramble away -- he was stuck pushing at her knees fruitlessly.

Mishti sat tall and crossed her arms under her bust, watching him with a growing chuckle. She let him go through all the usual attempts at unseating her, laughing when he tried to buck her off by kneeing her in the butt.

"Oh, you want me to scoot up?" she said, hands going to her hips; Anon's life flashed before his eyes when she first bounced forward. Mishti wasn't too cruel, putting most of the force down into the mat, but the human certainly felt some of her weight. The heat rose and his chest tightened as she worked her way up his body inch by inch. Her laughter paused when something poked at her thigh. She was sitting on his chest now, having to push her own down to look at him. One of his arms was trapped between her thighs along with his face. He slowed his squirming when he caught her green gaze.

Mishti rolled her eyes.

"Get that out of there," she sighed, shifting her weight to one side and lifting a leg. "I'll only choke you with it."

Anon panted, hints of her musk already infiltrating his lungs. There was a chance. Her weight was off him just enough and her raised thigh was a perfect escape route. She was looking down at him with annoyance -- was it a trick?

The tigress smiled as Anon slowly lowered the offending arm and stayed there beneath her, looking up at her with darting eyes.

"Good boy," she said, settling back down on his chest. The human let out a muffled moan of pleasure as she scooted the last few inches to her destination. The fabric of her compression shorts was soft in a different way from the warm thighs that surrounded him. He gripped at them when she cupped his head to lock him in place, rocking her hips against him.

"This is called a 'schoolgirl' pin, by the way," she teased when she was satisfied with her position. "See if you can break out."

The human's reply was muffled. Mishti had to suppress a full-body shiver as he wiggled beneath her, his nose slipping along a groove deep in her now-tight shorts. It was even harder when he gasped against her sensitive undercarriage. Anon made no attempt to disguise his bodily pleasures as he gulped in her scent. His fingers dug into her soft thighs; he nuzzled in his musky prison to feel her fur rub against him; the lower half of him that jutted out from beneath her rear trembled, and his toes curled. The gentle squeeze of her thighs and rolling of her hips drew out moans while the brush of her tail curled his toes.

A chuckle grew through the pounding in his ears. Anon went stiff when something brushed between his legs -- he couldn't tell if it was her paw or her tail. He pressed up into it either way.

"...Oh, you don't want to get out, do you?" Mishti teased. She smothered whatever response he had deep in her groin, palming the back of his head and pulling him deep into her heat. "You just want to have fun with the big, strong anthro, don't you?"

She let out a sigh as she made him nod -- with notedly little resistance. A small whimper slipped from between her thighs as she backed off with a hum. It was followed by something like a squeak when she reached back and gripped between his legs.

"Well, as long as I can have some fun with you," she purred, squeezing the growing stiffness, "I don't see a prob --"

The tigress chirped, her tail completely bushy. Her legs squeezed on instinct at the human's sudden press into her heat. He nuzzled with her shifting hips, undeterred by further pressure. When Mishti managed to get over the pure depth he was pressing into, she realized what those little sensations were.

"You dirty little pervert!"

The human gasped when the tigress parted her thighs. The white light of the ceiling bloomed for a moment before she loomed over him, shifting atop him. He let out a soft groan when her chest pressed against his. Mishti looked down at him with flattened ears and a full grin, only inches away.

"I've had humies pair up with me for this before," she whispered. "A lot of them do it just for that. Others can't resist once they get tossed around for a session. They do everything I say, take everything I give."

Anon's eyes began to focus when she drew the back of a claw along his cheek.

"But you're the first one to have the audacity to kiss me down there like that."

He winced when she brushed her cheek against his and gently bit down on his earlobe. Only now did he realize the size of her, how big her head was and how big her canines were.

"I like it," the tigress rumbled before pulling away. Anon huffed when she sat back on his lap to tower over him once more, a reaction that made her smile.

"I'll give you something to kiss, brat," she said when he'd caught his breath. It was soon gone again as she shifted around on top of him; he reached up for her moving legs out of habit but was quickly swatted away. he continued to try and catch them, if feebly, as Mishti sat herself on his lap with her feet on either side of his head, leaning back on her hands. Anon's struggles turned to her rear when she'd settled. But his attempts at unseating her were quickly quelled with subtle grinds of her hips on his still hard member.

"And I'll make sure we get that rebellious streak out by the end," she said with a smile, raising a footpaw. The human's eyes widened, and he scrambled to intercept it. A little more weight was all the tigress needed to crush his resistance. She stopped with her pads inches from his face, her own visage still visible above the snow-white digits.

"But if you don't put up a little fight, I'll be disappointed," she whispered.

Anon indulged her. He fought the tigress as her paw descended the last few inches onto his face. Mishti pressed down slowly but surely, slightly worried she'd break through his guard with too much force. Their size difference was once again apparent when her paw covered his face with ease. The human's nose slipped between two toepads, letting her squeeze his forehead while her sole proper pressed against his lips.

The tickle of his breath through her thin fur made Mishti almost lose control. Anon was able to push back against her paw a little before his struggles were smothered by her pad once more. Curling her toes around his face renewed the tigress' focus, and she ground down into it along with his hips. The spluttering grunts drew a smile.

"I can do this all day," she sighed, giving him a rough squeeze. "Just start kissing it when you give up."

Mishti let her head rock back and continued to torment him with her rough pads. She'd found a delightful number of ways to tease her toys like this, more than she'd ever expected. Pressing her main pad against his lips with a slight rub drew a grunt, and so did curling her toes over his skull. The shudders he gave at the slightest hint of claw! Pinching his nose between her digits paid off with more panting against her as his struggles slowly grew sluggish.

Anon could tell he was being toyed with. Every one of the tigress' actions was accompanied by a rich giggle or a shifting of the hips. That fact fueled much of his resistance -- for a while, at least. The tingling from her rough pads quickly grew comforting, as did the weight of her paw. The way it engulfed his face was almost like a miniature hug. And the rumors were true: pawpads did smell kind of like corn chips...

Mishti was prepared when he kissed her this time. She'd watched him melt beneath her with a satisfied smirk, his hands going from pushing to stroking and pulling at her ankle and paw. She squeezed him gently with a coo.

"Oh, another big, strong man kissing my paws," she said. The angry grunt he let out made her chuckle. "Happens to the best of us."

She let him get a proper taste of her paws before moving on. Anon paused his musky makeout session when He felt her shifting around on his hips. The added weight made him grunt, and he tried to pry her off his face again. Mishti silenced him with a nose pinch and a slight shaking of her paw.

"Don't stop your kissing, bitch! I'll be done in a minute," she scolded. The human gave a reluctant groan and returned to his ministrations, minus the paw-stroking. Whatever she was doing up there made him grip her paw tight as he restrained his grunts. Partially from pleasure, partially from pressure. A strange sensation brushed down his chest, too light to be her tail. Anon only figured it out after the tigress pulled her paw from his grasp -- chuckling at his resistance, of course.

"What, did you like it down there?" she teased, flicking the compression shorts off her raised foot. Anon stared, speechless; she'd been commando this whole time. Mishti used this opportunity to shift above him once more, turning around and getting her legs on his shoulders. She didn't have to try very hard. The human's resistance amounted to little more than groping as she placed her ass right over his head.

"W-what k-kind of pin is this?" he asked when she stopped, teasing him with an obvious sway.

"You know exactly what kind it is," she purred; her plump cheeks descended an inch or two more. "And if you want it -- for training purposes, of course -- you have to beg for it."

Anon grunted. His hands were sunk deep into her round globes. He knew they weren't what held her aloft, but he wasn't about to stop pushing up either.

"And if I -- don't?"

Mishti smiled.

"Then I guess we'll stay here like this until someone comes by."

The human's struggles paused. Mishti purred; evidently he hadn't done this much.

"Oh yeah, didn't you read that? They come to check on these rental rooms every 20 minutes or so," she lied. "Make sure people don't put holes in the walls or anything... or do stuff like this."

His arms trembled beneath her.

"So, I guess if you want to lose your one chance at this, then --"

"Do it!"

The tigress' rumble deepened at the human's desperate tone.

"Do what?" she asked, tail snaking down.

"S-sit on my face."

"Oh, but Anon, that would be --"

"Pin me with your fat ass, you stripy --!"

Mishti dropped back on him with a satisfied sigh. She wiggled against his arms as they slowly straightened out and were pinned flat on the mat.

"Trash talk isn't very sportsman-like, beanlicker," she said, feeling his face come to a rest in her crevice. "Now I think I'll make your first round of breath training extra long..."

Anon didn't mind at all. Mishti recognized the little squirms and squeezes; practically everyone that she'd sat on had that same reaction. The human was in bliss, engulfed by a warm, musky weight. There wasn't anything he could do besides enjoy it, feel how soft yet unmoving her cheeks were when he pushed at them. He felt every little movement the tigress made, down to the tiny muscular twinges across her rear as his nose burrowed into thinner fur.

He barely realized when he was out of air; Mishti let him squirm and tap with his fingers for a few moments before rising with a laugh.

"Not even a minute!" she said, descending when he'd finished his single gasp. "You can go longer than that, Anon!"

He could not, in fact. The terrifying force of her rear slamming on his face made him splutter between her cheeks with each drop. But Anon still savored every moment under her ass, making muffled moaning noises as he nuzzled as far as his air supply would allow. Mishti was having just as much fun up top. The way his legs splayed with every downstroke and his toes curled with every subtle roll of her hips was too much fun to watch. The accompanying salutes from the little soldier in his pants only added to the fun.

After a while, though, she could feel herself growing complacent. She was letting him take long draws of her scent, and letting him recover his breath for even longer. His heart wasn't beating so fast against her groin. The tigress sat tall and pulled back a cheek as she looked over her shoulder.

"You still alive down there?" she asked; the battered moan gave her all the confirmation she needed. "Good. Brace yourself -- I want one last fight from you before I let you go."

Anon had only a few moments to contemplate her words before the tigress began to sit up. He was confused for the second or two she hovered there; the drop of her striped cheeks brought understanding. The human's grunts were interspersed with the slap of flesh on flesh as Mishti began to bounce on his face. She never truly sat down, but the jiggle of her hefty cheeks provided more than enough pressure to make Anon squirm from pleasure. His lips met musky fur when he tried to breathe, inhales interrupted by blissful booty. He lasted a while before Mishti felt him actually begin to push up against her.

"Tap out, tap out," she chided, slowing her ass-ault to a more manageable pace. His slaps soon added to the jiggling of her cheeks. Anon panted beneath Mishti as she hung over him once again, purring with a tenor he could feel in his chest.

"And anthro beats human once more," she sighed. "Well, that was fun, Anon. Just one last thing."

His chest stilled as the tigress sank low once again, her fur just brushing his face.

"Show me you submit," she purred. "Kiss my ass."

Anon stared at the white cheeks that filled his vision, the light of the room faint beneath them. Mishti continued to sway ever so slightly above him. Everything about her was teasing and enticing. Her movements, her tone, even her scent. His hands sank into her soft globes as he made his decision. He'd give her what she wanted.

And more.

Mishti squeaked as Anon drove his face up between her cheeks and grabbed at her hips to try and pull her down. His lips danced across her depths, making it hard to settle against him as her whole body twinged with excitement. And just as she did, he introduced his tongue. The tigress made another embarrassing sound as the human began to lick along her crack, interspersing every draw with a peck. Anon was in heaven beneath her, feeling her tremble at every action as he drew in her scent, her taste. Her warmth, her pressure. Mishti allowed her eyes to close as she sank back, a sigh of genuine satisfaction coming out as the human continued to tease her back.

She growled when the licking was replaced by grunting and tapping. Anon gasped as she reluctantly pulled away. He sat there with scent and saliva on his face as he drew in his first clean breaths in the past half hour. He stiffened when huge paws grasped his shoulders.

"Hey, relax," Mishti said, sitting him up. "Session's over. We're done, I promise."

His eyes darted around hers for a moment before he relaxed. He noticed her pants were back on as she helped him stand.

"D-done for now, o-or...?" he asked. Mishti's ears pulled back as she smiled.

"Shit, you got it bad, don't you?" she teased. She stepped away and crossed her arms. "Our hour is almost up -- session's over, like I said."

She watched his blushing face fall a little before going to collect her things. After a moment, he moved to do the same. The way he walked brought the tigress a smile; his dick was still hard, straining against his shorts and making every step a little awkward. She had some similar unfulfilled feelings, but she'd long ago learned to fight through them. At least until the locker room.

Mishti turned back to him as she opened the door, leaning against the plexiglass frame.

"Anyway, I'll turn in the key. All you have to do when you leave is close the door, it should lock on its own."

Anon's ears were red. She smiled; she made to leave, but paused -- his eyes darted up to look at her, just like she thought.

"Oh, and check your messages -- I know a 'private' gym. We're doing this again."

She paused for effect, letting the shock register.

"Unless, of course, you don't --"

"I do, I do!"

Mishti walked off with a nod. She smiled to herself.

She knew he'd be a fun one.