What happens when a sports coach and a fitness coach meet at a local gym during a normal day? Let's find out!

Common Coach

Another day, another workout; and another load of work. Not like it is tedious or anything. As for Coach Max, it is just another ordinary day on the job.

The local gym is bustling with activity inside with different patrons in different areas practicing their workouts, whether it be a casual workout, training in self-defense, or preparing for an upcoming match.

As a gym owner himself, Max is aware of the various methods of workout. In fact, he is doing one himself, occupied on a mat in one corner of said spot. And he is all alone for now.

Wearing nothing but a pair of black casual shorts, Max is crouched on a workout mat, performing some push-ups while also using a weight to lift. In the process of strengthening his core, the wolf had his own custom workout with a set number of reps to do.

Max silently focuses on his workout, mentally counting the reps done inside his head. Then he stands up to secure the weight and stretch a bit.

While Max rests up a bit on the benches, he catches sight of a muscular male lion pounding away at a punching bag. Even more impressive is the type of outfit the lion is wearing, along with his muscular body on display.

The peach furred lion is dressed in a pair of red Karate shorts while also sporting a matching belt and matching boxing gloves, which are worn only for practice. Yet his large cream mane is the only part of him that is left alone, freely flowing and luxuriant. The lion appeared to be a skilled warrior at fighting, which also caught Max’s eye.

Max wanders over to the boxing lion and casually greets him in a friendly manner, “Hello.”

The lion pauses in his workout mid-stride in a holding position with his fists still raised, casting a tunnel vision side eye to Max. “Yes? Did you need something?”

“I just happened to see you working out.” Max reported in a casual manner, his tail wagging slow. The wolf flashes a grin of admiration and whispers, “You may carry on. What is your name, by the way? I'm Max.”

“Nick.” The lion responded, returning to his leather pummeling workout. “Nick Vasquez. And I am a fitness coach.”

Internally, Max swelled with pride and excitement, his tail wagging increasing in pace. He lights up in admiration, “I see! I'm a coach myself, so I'm happy to meet a fellow trainer! I specialize in sports. You fit the ‘fitness’ part very well! May I inspect you more closely, if you don't mind?”

Nick relaxes his posture and turns to face Max directly, removing the red boxing gloves and handing them over to the wolf. “You need these more than I do. I have lace.”

Taking the boxing gloves, Max sets them aside on a nearby bench while inspecting the lion. Intrigued by his appearance, Max takes special notice of Nick's abs and starts caressing his built body, stroking his chest and his abs out of admiration. The wolf coach, impressed by Nick's powerful build, praises the lion, “You have wonderful abs and a wonderful body. How long did it take you to sculpt this out?”

“Took me a few months,” Nick reported before averting his ice blue eyes away with a scowl, “I joined the army a long time ago, though. Military veterans do not receive a lot of credit for their sacrifices.”

Hearing this makes Max’s ears perk up in wonder. Now the wolf is further impressed at learning that this lion is a military veteran. Max casually slips on the red boxing gloves while implying, “What do you specialize? How well can you take a punch?”

Nick plays with his mane for a bit, fidgeting with a piece of his large locks while Max takes to the punching bag and socks away at the leather equipment. Somewhat on guard, Nick debates, “I have a solid core and I can take a punch or two - just flesh wounds. I am also a Green Beret.”

Nick is suddenly cut upon Max turning and walloping his abs with a triple fist attack, each blow making Nick recoil and hiss in pain. Nick, clutching his abs, hisses, “I wasn't expecting that…!”

Max cracks a cheesy grin at Nick and performs some brief shadowboxing to show off. He later mentions, “Gotta improvise to catch your opponents off-guard. That's crucial in boxing.”

By this time, Nick had already straightened up and relaxed, revealing a tinge of pink bruising on his abs. Wanting to get back at Max, the lion holds his hands out for the gloves while stating, “I am a practitioner in martial arts, so I know a little about the surprise part. Also, let me see those gloves right quick.”

Max innocently removes the red gloves from his hands and returns them back to Nick, only for the lion to put them back on and deliver a sudden uppercut to Max’s abs in return. Compared to Max’s blows, Nick is more powerful, and the sudden uppercut to the stomach even lifts Max off the ground in a hop. When he lands awkwardly on his pawfeet, Max staggers and collapses onto his butt, coughing from having the wind knocked out of him.

“D-damn, Nick!” Max wheezed during recovery, “you're a freaking tank! How are you so strong??”

The lion removes the gloves from his hands and helps Max up to his feet. In response to his inquiry, Nick implies, “Lions are naturally more powerful than wolves. Feel free to prove me wrong.”

“Lions are bigger and more powerful, true. But what about endurance?” Max reasoned quizzically.

Nick shrugs at first, unsure of what to think of the matter. Even though he hadn't considered that, the lion later admits, “Depends on the fighter. And I'm still working on that, myself. I've been trying to keep it up since my army days.”

“Well, you certainly look the part for it.” Max giggles and hugs the lion again, rubbing his chest afterwards in admiration. And while caressing Nick’s abs again, Max comments, “You look so much more handsome than me. How did you get this handsome? And second of all, your mane - what do you use for it?”

*SLURP!*

Max turns into a cherry blossom in the face when Nick hugs him and licks his head. While the wolf is left in astonished silence, Nick reports, “I work out a lot to stay fit and stay in shape. As for my mane, I use a Head & Shoulders set that includes the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Nothing special.”

“Well you certainly are a handsome lion. And fitness suits you well. Have you done any other sort of activity like modeling?” Max implied, still in awe.

Nick shuffles away from Max while tossing the red gloves aside. With a chuckle, the lion nods, “I have from time to time, but not that much. I do keep up with fitness, however. So why don't we pick up from where we left off?”

Max and Nick later take turns with the punching bag in showcasing their strength. It is already evident that Nick is the more powerful one between the two, which further impresses Max. Then after their workout, Max and Nick take a few pictures together, post-workout. They soon go their separate ways, knowing they will see each other again and discuss more topics between them in lively fashion.

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Max belongs to  Maxorart; Nick Vasquez belongs to me.