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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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The clatter of weights on the gym floor had quieted for a moment at the tail end of the day, the after-work rush having settled to the usual regulars there to work it out one way or another, whether they were pumping iron or zoning out on the treadmills. With free weight training sections, a strongfur area and some machines, there was something for everyone there, though perhaps not a heaving selection of machines that had garnered complaints in the early days. Variety and variance in training, however, was the spice of life at Amethyst's gym and the mare had had successful month after month since she'd opened the doors of the place. So just who would she be to complain?
A red-chestnut mare with a bright coat, she nipped at the inside of her cheek, tail swishing behind the desk, though it needed a trim now that it was falling near her fetlocks. Other than the white diamond, known as a "star" marking, in the middle of her forehead, she was otherwise fairly nondescript, usually seen in loose jogging bottoms and a vest-top in the gym, paying no one else any mind if they did the same for her. Not many of her gym-goers, however, knew much about her life outside it, which was the way she liked it. In that instance, she was there to provide a service, encourage, motivate and assist -- but dipping into more personal matters that did not relate to health and fitness, physical and mental, was not something that she particularly wanted to put her hoof in.
She cast her eye out over her little domain, a text document open on the main workstation computer at reception, though her attention was only half on it as the night drew in, darkening the span of space outside the windows. They were mostly blacked out anyway with advertising and branding for the gym, denoting exactly what the warehouse-like building was, set on the edge of an industrial estate, allowing those inside privacy. The gym itself was split up into three rooms, though there was little heating in there: something that would become an issue only in the colder months. But she liked to think that it encouraged her patrons to keep moving and not idle. If there was something particular going on that required greater periods of rest between sets, there was always the ability to turn on spot heaters or heat a single room for those that required it. For her, at least, efficiency was everything.
She leaned on the desk and nodded to a black stallion with a white slash down his face as he left, though he looked a little worse for wear and it wasn't her place to push him for conversation. Soon, she'd have someone else on the desk manning it when her usual staff members had been called out or booked time off, though she still liked to have a presence in the gym. It was all about making sure that everyone had everything that they needed, for her anyway, and that all was running smoothly. She'd been in too many commercial gyms and ones that were in it solely for the money (however one thought that they were going to make bank pushing furs into something they weren't ready for...) to play the same mind games herself.
"Er, hey, Amethyst..."
That caught her attention. Pricking her ears, she leaned forward, the last patron of the evening (for the time being, that was) standing before the desk with what she thought that he might have intended to be a cocky grin on his muzzle. A tall, black bull with almost elegantly curved horns, he towered over her, a good two foot taller, but she did not appear dissuaded at all by that, blinking up at him as he stepped in too close for anyone's comfort. Hadn't he heard about social distancing?
"Yes?"
Maybe a tad blunt but there did not feel to be anything much more to say than that, waiting on whatever it was that he wanted to spill. She dug around in her memory for his name: Richard, wasn't it?
"Richard..." She tried it, ears flicking to test his response, if it was the right one. "You're here late, aren't you? What's up?"
The bull pulled back shortly but she swore she caught the edge of his nostrils flaring, as quick as it was. In a flash of a moment, everything was normal again, though, still, something wasn't right as he hitched his bag up over his shoulder more securely. It hadn't looked like it was falling off, to her eye, though, the weight training benches resting in the background before a long double rack of dumbbells.
"Ah, Rich is better," he said, regaining some of his usual smirk, the very appearance of it making his smoothly elegant muzzle more recognisable for it. "Just Rich... But I have a problem."
Amethyst resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Was he going to get to the point? Although she couldn't quite put her finger on it (yet), there was something about him that got her back up, holding her words back and her tongue to see what was going to come out of his mouth next.
"Alright... What is it then?"
"Well, you see..." He couldn't keep the smile off his face, that cocky look that she was sure had won over so many ladies before. "I'm coming up a bit short this month and I can't pay my membership."
Ah, there it was. Amethyst's smile grew a little tighter, though she already knew where it was going.
"I'm sorry to hear that. We can pause your membership now, if you like, and then you can come back when things are going better for you?"
Rich, however, was already shaking his head as she talked, not even allowing her to finish a sentence before trying to get his own words in. It was the mare's turn to stiffen, marginally. She hated that.
"No, no, no..." He said, holding up a finger as if to patronise a much younger fur than her. "That's not it, that's not it at all. I'm short on money, but I don't want to stop coming, no, that would be silly. I was thinking that...well...we could work out a deal. I could do something for you and then you..."
He trailed off, an eyebrow raised, though it was the bulge rising between his thighs to his crotch that told the tale for him, what he was not willing to actually put into words. Plausible deniability and all that, she was sure, though someone coming onto a femfur, even in the air of trading something like her gym membership for certain "services" was hardly something that could ever be mistaken for anything else, whatever males said of it. Amethyst's eyebrows shot up but, much to his chagrin, her panties did not drop as he had expected them to, the mare straightening her back and pushing her shoulder blades down into their pockets.
"Richard..." She said slowly, working his name over slowly in her mouth, though it still left a foul taste behind. "I'm afraid that's hardly how things work here. Not at all."
Oh, if only he knew how things worked. But the bull was too proud and too cocky, perhaps even a few years younger than her, with a swagger to his stride and hips that told her that he was yet to fall from a manufactured sense of grace. That was alright though: she would happily bring him back down to earth with a bump.
"Aw, come on now, lady," he wheedled, plastering on what may have been a "winning" smile in other circumstances. "You want patrons here, I want to keep coming, I'm sure you need a little something too... You won't be disappointed, I promise you. I can't pay with money but I can pay with, well...this."
He did not grab his crotch but waved his paw before it, chuckling as if it was the biggest joke in the world that she was not leaping into his arms right there and then. Amethyst's eyes flicked to his bag, a designer brand, though not one that she particularly cared about.
That he didn't have the money, she wasn't buying. That he had something else she may be interested in, if not his cock, well...she'd have to see about that.
He still tried like a virgin at a house party, fussing and flaunting, even flexing for her. It would have been comical for her if there had not been a tiny, lingering air of threat there. Any femfur alone with a male would have been foolish to not acknowledge it but that was one of many reasons that she'd taken on self-defence training along with working to ensure that someone would have to really try to hurt her. Her lips quirked in the hint of a smile. Maybe Richard had not seen that she had recently opened up for self-defence classes, for everyone, not just ladies, on a Tuesday evening? After she was through with him, maybe he'd want them for himself...
"I can make it worth your while," he pushed, grabbing her paw, the final straw. "Come on, Am... Am, Am, Am... This is what you want, isn't it? I've seen you looking at me, watching me... This is good for you too, it gives us both what we need."
She twitched. Am. That hadn't been her nickname for a long time. And she still loathed it. But there were better spoils to be had than simply showing some calf his place in the usual sort of way.
The mare's smirk caught him off guard.
"Oh, you can, can you?"
She leaned over the desk, elbows bearing down into it, fingers tracing down from the neckline of his T-shirt. It was fresh, at least, after his workout, though she wouldn't have liked to bear through the reek of the one in his bag. For all the wrong reasons, she squeezed her thighs together, heart racing. The bull, however, wouldn't know what hit him.
"Yes," she breathed, though only someone who knew her would have heard the edge of hardness lacing her tone, cutting through. "And I think there's a little, hm... Shall we call it stress relief? Yes, there's just a little stress relief here that you can give me."
The bull's smirk widened and the mare pushed him back, sending him stumbling on his cloven hooves with his ropey tail thwapping about the backs of his legs. She was on a mission, however, heart pounding, the gym keys in her paw. In a moment, the door was closed and locked and there would be no one else to disturb them for the night, though the cameras were still, of course, rolling. She smirked, hiding her bubbling mirth from him. She might have wanted to look at them later, just to see how much he squealed when she got what she wanted from him.
"Oh..."
The bull grunted and dropped his back, his smirk wavering. Maybe he had not fully expected to get what he was asking for but he would have to face up to, but he would have to come to terms with it pretty sharpish, a grunt on his lips as he flicked his tail. The bull shifted his weight back and forth, from hoof to hoof, with every breath, though there was no audible feedback due to the thick, commercial-grade matting under his hooves. If it could withstand a barbell being dropped on it with full rubber-coated plates, it could deal with one suddenly antsy and anxious bull.
