o: Could I make a request?

Rating : Adult
Theme : Jerking off a friend/facial/bukkake?
Kinks : Light ballbusting, facial/bukkake, sweat/musk

A thickly muscled, chubby boar with a massive frame. A shorter, more rounded cat who barely made it to the former's moobs. Both were panting, positively dripping with sweat, and grinning like idiots as they compared the gold medals around their necks. "You were on -fire- today, man!" the boar boasted, grabbing his friend's head and forcing it under his armpit for a playful noogie.

Surprised, the feline could only weakly struggle in the larger man's grip, his efforts doubling when he tried to breathe and inhaled nothing but the thick, cloying musk of his friend's damp pit. His spandex singlet , clinging to him from the amount of effort he'd just done, suddenly had a very visible bulge down the front, one that many other athletes took notice of.

The boar threw him down when he noticed too, gripping at the cat's hair and tugging him against his own swelling bulge. "You should have told me you were into that, kitten... but now that we're both excited, I think it's time you showed me what kind of a slut you can be." he growled. The crowd forming around them didn't seem to bother him, and the cat's protests were shushed with with the pressure of a hoofed foot pushing against his outlined balls to the point of pain.

Obediently, he pulled the massive package from underneath the sweat stained singlet, breathing in the heavy musk as he began to slurp and slobber over the large tool. His cheeks burned, he was as humiliated by the crowd as he was by the fact that he was doing this with his best friend... but each time he slowed, the pressure on his balls only got worse, making him squirm with tears in his eyes with each twist of the hoof.

They say it took hours for him to get the cum out of his fur. Anyone who watched agreed, his face had been completely covered, his fur stained with the dripping, goopy muck.

They also say that the pair tends to stay after practice for some... extra training now.

Rating: Mature
Theme/keywords: Magic weights make a proper Gym Rat, complete with outfit
Kinks: Transformation, muscle inflation, spandex, arousal, dumbing down

Another hour running in the gym because he didn't want to weave through the musclebound jocks for the weights. Another hour thinking of his thesis to distract himself from enviously looking at the amount of muscle on the other gym goers. Everything was the same as usual... Except. Wait, where was everyone? That was odd... But maybe he could try some of those weights now... No one to laugh at him if he messed up, no one to mock him for trying...

The first curl was difficult. Incredibly so... But it felt -good-. A hot ache burned in his bicep as he tried again, and again. And again. Each repetition made the ache dull in intensity, but spread all over him. He barely noticed how his arms bulged, his thighs widened, how his efforts got easier and easier. He even managed to ignore the ripping of his shorts and t shirt, but a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind. What was he doing? He had a thesis to work on, about... The movement of... He tried to think of it, tried to remember, but as his muscles bulged against tight skin, as his shredded clothing slowly moved and melted together in the form of a tight singlet, the words seemed to escape him.

Ah, didn't matter anyway... The coach would get him a scholarship anyway... All he had to do was keep curling. Keep building muscle. Yeah... That felt goooood...

Very nice. Nothing beats muscle inflation. And thick muscles against tight spandex, beautiful. Thank you.

Rating: Mature
Theme: Hero worship in the gym/showers/locker room. Totally oblivious younger guy admiring other guys' "markings" having no idea of their true M/s meaning.
Kinks: Marking (scars, or brands, or tattoos, bruises, bites, whatever else), light/subtle bdsm gear, platonic, sweat, casual nudity/underwear.

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"Oh man, Josh, what are those?"

The larger boy groaned, already knowing that it was too late for him to put his shirt back on. His back was marred with scars and burns, red lines all over, and even had a raven branded between his shoulder blades. He stripped down to his underwear, trying to get ready for practice, but the other student was hard to ignore.

"Oh man, that's bad ass! Did it hurt? Are you part of a secret club?" The curious touch along the burnt and healed flesh made the bigger boy flinch a bit, but he smiled when he turned and saw him, lean and nude in the locker room, sweat from the heat glistening on his skin.

"Want to join? I bet I could get you in..."

Rating: General
Theme: Well I was wondering if you would be alright with perhaps our characters, my main character, Dragon and yours Meggido, sparing with each other.
Kinks: uh . . . Well I suppose sweat, fighting, and . . . Yah . . .

Scale slid against scale as the dragon grunted, another punch blocked and thrown aside by the viper. The ruby scaled serpent was quick on the counter attack, the parry barely finished before his foot was already swinging through the air. A jump backwards and the kick missed entirely, but the attack pressed on. From kick to tail sweep to jumping roundhouse to sweeping leg to overhead axe kick. The dragon bobbed and weaved, not having time to counterattack, but not too hard pressed in his own defense either. The dance continued , going the other way the moment one side abated.

The two fighters continued to strike and parry and weave to dodge heavy blows, and the dancing went on.

Its nice to see that you didnt make your character or even mine throw a blow and the other was constantly struck. Really liked that small scene, also, do you mind if i make a reply to this?

You're free to if you please. I'm moving on to other things.

Throwing a few blows, he mainly dodged and attempted to counter Meggido. Their small training secession had gone on for quiet a while and at the current moment they both were on the bench, taking a small break. "How long did you say your people trained?" Meggido asked as Dragon took a drink of water, soon lowering his container, "Well, we learn all our lives and always become better until our elderly years, but normally we start around the average age of 14 and train until an average of 120, do the math that is about 105 years." He spoke and took another drink.

Meggido leaned back a little and shook his head while blinking, trying to think that through, "Really? 105 years of training? You're bluffing?" He asked holding his water bottle as he had trouble believing his partner's words. Dragon only shook his head, "Nope, I trained from when I was only 10, all the way up until I was about 146, that's about 135 years, that is how we became one of the most skilled fighters, well, hand-to-hand and sword combat anyways." Dragon spoke, explaining a small piece of his culture.

"It's just . . . 100 years of training, how much is there to learn? I understand you never stop learning but . . . that's one hell of a long time." Meggido spoke before closing the lid on his container. Dragon only shrugged and took one last sip, "You'd be surprised at the things we've accomplished and the skill most of us had, I'm not the best there is either, I have the skill of an average warrior, I could of learned more but . . ." Dragon spoke and looked away, slouching over a bit, looking down as both his hands held his water bottle, thinking about his dark past.

Meggido noticed this and softly smiled, putting his hand on Dragon's back, "Hey, don't let it hold you back." He spoke, trying to lift up his spirits. Dragon nodded and set his bottle aside before standing up, "Yah . . . it's just tough living like this . . . up for another round?" Dragon asked as he grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, wiping away the sweat on his head before setting it aside. Meggido smiled, setting his bottle aide as they both walked over to the open space where they were sparing earlier.

Meggido stood up straight, his fists firmly held tightly infront of his face as Dragon stood across him, taking the same stance, just a bit more relaxed and his grip not as tight, they didnt hold back however and Dragon's plan was to counter Meggido throw's, hit his weak spots, but avoid those fists of his, just a single punch from this large guy will do a lot of damage. As they both stood across from each other, ready to fight, they both stood patiently, before lunging at each other, each one about to strike.

Rating: Mature
Theme: Fat rottie boy ends up with very aggressive personal trainers.
Kinks: Forced exercise, humiliation, poorly hidden arousal, sweat, rough treatment, physical discipline.

"What's the matter, maggot? Can't keep it up? Tough! If you're down there, you may as well give me some push ups!"

The heavy boot that pushed down on the rottie's back made it hard, but not impossible. The thick fingers curled around the bulge in his shorts and tugging upwards -hard- were a good motivator.

The gorilla snorted, squeezing harder. "I think the little fag's getting hard, Cletus." He said, jiggling the caught package as the canine tried to just keep doing the exercise, tried to ignore the burning in his cheeks. Tried to ignore the condescending patting of his hefty belly. "Get this sack of lard off the floor before I take the paddle out again, little bitch! You don't want to go through that again, do ya? We can go all day long until you sget your second wind!"

Awesome :P

Rating: General
Theme: Two overweight scalies working out at gym and fail miserably.
Kinks: Sweat, Teasing, Very Fat Partners

For the two characters, one is Komodo dragon and the other is an alligator.

Arms bulged. Sweat glistened. A powerful roar escaped the komodo dragon... and was then followed by just as powerful a peel of laughter from the alligator sitting nearby. "Hey, at least I -tried- to do a push up." he said, patting his belly. His compatriot wouldn't have any of it, simply chuckling.

"I'm not laughing at you sucking at push ups, I'm laughing at the dweeb who got caught under your butt when you sat back. Poor sucker's still wriggling!"

Rating:mature
Theme:evil slime hyena twins torture some poor fellow
kink: farting,musk,bondage,footpaw,sweat,slime,dirty laundry play.

"N-no! Please don't, Please!"

The shark's protests were cut short once a rank hyena paw made it's way close to his face, the aquatic predator's lips clamping shut as he tried not to breathe in any of the foul air. The dirty foot was covered in sweat and grime, a thick slime that spoke of untold days' worth of travel without washing, and when his captor saw that he was trying to keep from breathing anything in, the cruel hyena pushed his foot down on the bound shark's face.

Eventually he had to take in a breath, and the burning scent in his nose almost made the shark faint, trapped between a pair of foul toes as it was. It didn't last long, thankfully, but the twins' next plan was even worse. As a pair they managed to force his jaw open and stuff it with jockstrap after sock after jockstrap, the streaks of sweat and grime evident on the soiled cloth and fully noticeable by scent alone, much less the incredible taste that assured him he'd be reliving this for months to come.

That should have been bad enough, but then the pair began wrapping their old musty undies around his head and face, locking in what was already in his mouth with another layer of foul scent, the only thing left out of the fetid prison the tip of his nose. Which he quickly found pressed against the hyena butter greased filthy ass of his captors.

"If ya think it tastes bad now, wait till your spit starts loosening all the crusty hyena butter into some lovely slime to coat your throat and tongue..." one of them teased, while the festivities began.


*ppffffffrrrrmmmmmpppt*

"Ooh.... Chili always gets me going.."

*PPRPrRRMMmmmmgmfffffftttt*

"Don't forget to add a bit more slime down there bro, we want him to get real used to the scent and taste before we ship him off to dad..."

i really liked that story,i didn't see it coming at all. I'm glad you actually did it,thanks.