This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Drackonthanri grunted, the muscled, grey and white scaled dragon re-racking the barbell as he lay back down on the bench, his chest rising and falling sharply from the exertion of lifting the weight. The bench press was a favourite of many who lifted weights, considering the frequent jokes that many made about "skipping leg day", but the drake didn't think like that. No... With large, dark grey to black wings that he kept carefully tucked in when he was lifting, the bulk of his base scales were white, but there were grey ones layered down his arms, legs and even the top side of his feet like a kind of armour. A similar grey cross dipped across his chest, from his pecs to his hips, but the yellow crystal at the centre of his chest and the cross was hidden by his gym shirt and shorts. Not that Drackonthanri was at all opposed to working out in less. He'd just not gotten to that part, considering all that was permitted in that gym...
His toes curled and flexed, though he took care to not scrape his black claws through the matting, which was of a standard thick enough for dropping weights on it from overhead, when needed. He hadn't seen anyone taking up the floor space for Olympic lifting in some time, but was pleased with the service permitted there.
Still... He did attract attention at his size and another dragon was otherwise engaged in admiring his form, rather than focusing on his own workout, where he had been conveniently poised on the standing leg curl machine. The feel of the padded roller running up and down the back of Karrn's leg as he controlled it, though it felt like it moved further than it did with the strain in his hamstrings burning through, was soothing, as much as it pressed on sore muscles. He'd popped into one of the racks earlier to do calf raises, though the dragon who was bigger and more muscular than him had caught his eye.
With his white horns and the stranger protrusion of scales around them, giving a light appearance of hair, but that was not so, he would have been a little taller than Karrn and the blue drake smirked faintly, shifting his weight back and forth. He'd been to the gym a few times before but mostly at the quiet times so that he could exercise without getting distracted -- they even had a new wing machine that allowed him to strengthen them for flying too, which was pretty neat to have. When there were others around and lusts were rising in the tangle of sweaty bodies, hm... Karrn wasn't all that sure that he would have gotten what he wanted out of his exercise sessions.
Chunky, spine-like scales lined the back of Karrn's neck, though the quieter drake didn't know how to approach the object of his attention, already noticing that there were others too in the main room set out with racks and machines who had taken notice of the big dragon. He likely wouldn't get in but, well...maybe he could still enjoy watching?
His eyes brushed those of a white fox, slim and lean, the kind who could have been said to have a swimmer's body, perhaps, all lean muscle and function. Sandor shook his head, trying to focus, but he had been just trying to walk through the main lifting room when his attention had been swayed. There were so many in there and the fox had only come in to get a drink of water, for the other water fountain was broken at that time, spending most of his time on the cardio machines, whatever took his fancy on that particular day. When he was doing LARP, it helped to have some level of fitness when his group was a particularly active one (yes, that had surprised even him!). But he had not realised that there was more going on in the gym before, thinking that those that he had caught and walked in on in the locker rooms and in darker corners were just sneaking around. Not that taking out more carnal, kinky pleasures could be allowed in the gym too...
That changed everything, the fox's sheath plumping out slightly as his shaft tried to make itself known, though he still squirmed in place. Was it bad to get a hard-on looking at that big dragon? He would have dwarfed him, easily, and, even then, Sandor wondered just how it would feel to be pressed up against his thick, studly body, that huge chest. And his wingspan! When the dragon stretched them out, they easily took up the span of three racks, though, to the fox's dismay, the dragon did not leave them out like that for very long.
But he did drag his shirt off, unhooking it from his wings with a grace and ease that surprised Sandor. And that exposed his chest to the fox, licking his lips, drinking in the sight, slipping more and more as a little more of his cock eased out softly from his sheath.
Karrn raised an eyebrow, his arousal obvious as he leaned back against the wall, though there was only a small bulge in his gym shorts so far. Even though he had gone shirtless in there that day, his shaft most often was tucked away in a slit at his crotch, holding his balls internally, which he, frankly, thought was quite convenient. He didn't often have to worry about the fit of clothing around his crotch because of it, but it did seem more obvious than ever when his pink shaft was sliding out, a hard-on rising in his shorts.
No underwear, of course. But what Karrn had not expected was for the big dragon to rise from the bench, take off his shirt and approach him. A horse moved by in the corner of Karrn's eye -- the kind of stud too that the dragon would have been interested in if times had been a little different -- but the dragon couldn't pay him the attention he would have otherwise. Not as the dragon smirked and approached with a long, rolling, languid gait, covering the ground between them so easily that he seemed much larger than he was.
"Hey," Drackonthanri rumbled, flaring his wings out a little, to show the spread of them, as he leaned in and put his hand casually up on the wall above Karrn's head. "Name's Drackonthanri... But you're not interested in that, are you?"
He smirked lightly, though there was no wickedness or malice in his gaze, just lust, rising arousal as the thick bulge in his shorts, which were the only thing left on his body besides his underwear within, grew larger and larger. There was a surprise in there, one that he didn't often let out in public, but, well...the time seemed right. And no one there seemed all that interested in lifting that day anyway, a fox already watching him while a bay stallion slipped in close to him.
Maybe chest day is done for now...
"You seem to be enjoying the show... Or what those two are getting started, at least."