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May 2024 Flavor of the Month: Sidecar

“There ya go! You’re all signed up,” the trimmed receptionist handed Neil his card. The leopard behind the desk was toned and attractive, his smile gleaming with rows of pearly, whitened teeth.

“Thanks!” Neil replied, his large ears flicking upwards. “So with my membership I get my own locker?”

“For sure,” the leopard nodded, clicking a few things on his keyboard. “Your locker is going to be number sixty nine.”

“Oh, my lucky number,” Neil rolled his eyes at his own joke, his green eyes accented well against his orange fox fur.

“Yeah, no worries guy, we can change it if you want, but it is in a premo location right next to the showers so you can get your stuff after your workout and bounce.”

“Nah, I love it. It’ll make me laugh every time I come in. Get me in a good mood, ya know.”

“For sure,” the leopard nodded and turned away from his keyboard and back to Neil. “You need any supplies? We sell some protein drinks behind the desk here, or we have some sheets that make it hella easy to track your workouts. Make sure you’re doing a rounded routine and what not. Otherwise I got a few premade ones here if you’d like?”

“I figured I’d just get a feel for the gym first and…well…work my way up to a routine. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I want to really bulk over time.”

“Sounds good. You can always come to me or any of the other guys on the floor for advice. Everyone is super friendly.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” Neil scratched the back of his head and smiled. “Am I good to go?”

“Hell yeah man! Get in there and show those weights who’s boss!”

Neil just nodded and went in, his new keycard getting him past the reception and down the hall into the lockers. He found his personal locker quick enough and it was in a pretty prime location. Right next to the showers and right in view of the gym. He punched in a combo and set it for himself, the digital lock turning green and opening the unit for him to fill. It was empty and clean with a hint of bleach. They did advertise being a clean facility, but no matter how clean you are, gyms always smelled of sweat and man. Neil took a deep whiff of his clean locker and tried to find any remanence of its previous owner, but he didn’t find any. Though, he did get a strong hit from the lockers on either side of his.

Neil gave a shuddering moan as the aroma of man tingled his spine and caused his little tail to flick. The fox looked over the lockers on either side of his and wondered what the men were like that he would be sandwiched between for the foreseeable future. The little guy stifled a giddy giggle and went to setting up his locker. It wasn’t much, just a little shelf for protein powders and tumblers as well as a fresh set of gym clothes and shoes.

Neil got to changing into his gym clothes, the fresh shoes still smelling of the department store, and a baggy short sleeve to allow for ventilation and flexibility while he had some tight athletic shorts. The fox wasn’t the smallest guy, but he was definitely new to the game. He had a little ponch on his belly, but that was the only fat on him. He had arms and legs for days, and a round ass, but nothing to write home about. The fox stood at a nice five foot ten, his ears pushing him well over the six foot mark, but a little head pat and brush of a hand would reveal that height was just his ears.

The fox gave a nod of approval at his locker and closed it shut with all of his belongings inside. He spun on his heels and took his new shoes out to the floor to work them out.

And he froze.

There was so much! He had toured the facility before, but now he looked out over the expanse of all the equipment and his mind went blank. He had no frame of reference for this kind of thing. Did he start with legs and work his way up? How did he rotate from one machine to another? Would he look like a newbie ditz just flying from machine to machine working out random muscle groups until he found one he liked? This was insane! How do people start working out?

“Yo! New face on the floor!”

Neil jumped as he felt someone smack his back, that hand was massive and sweaty! Neil stumbled forward before spinning around to see an otter standing there, but not just any otter, a total fucking hunk!

The guy had to be at least six foot six, his body bulky and toned. His biceps and lats grew out of his cutoff tank to expose his thick bod. His obliques rolled like thunder into his shirt to kiss the powerful abdominals. His pecs pushed his shirt away from his solid eight pack so the fluttering fabric, or whatever wasn’t clinging to him from his sweat, would reveal the power behind them. He wore compression leggings that looked like they were about to split with the power contained in them, showing off his massive legs and killer shins, and he wore a duo of bright yellow high-tops with the laces shoved into the shoe. His fur was a beautiful brown, matted and feathery with sweat from his workout; his underbelly was a delicate cream, and his muzzle a cut and powerful angle. His hair was blond, and though there may have been an upward flip to it, it was matted down against a hat that caught his sweat. Various tats accented his bicep, rings and tribal designs accenting the bulging rippling mass of his bod, a sleeve going down one arm and up over his pec to create layered patters that showed off the movement of his muscles as they flexed and heaved with his breath.

To top it all off, a golden nametag was pinned to the thinnest of straps that clung to the sweaty best.

“The name is Killian,” the otter jabbed his massive thumb claw at his nametag. “Though most of the regulars just call me Killer. Don’t let the name fool ya, I’m a total softy.”

Neil just stood there, his eyes wide as he looked on at the massive jock before him. He wasn’t overly packed with muscle, but yet somehow larger than life. He was a perfect balance of bulk and cut without being obscene. He was a professional who knew his body and Neil wanted to know that body too. Jealousy and need soured his gut, but…something else…his spine tingled with something new…excitement?

“Uh…sorry, do you speak English?” Killian used the bill of his hat to itch the back of his head, a wet scratching sound from his sweaty skull coming from that motion.

Neil would have said something, but that sweaty pit was exposed and he nearly fainted. The thick pit hair was matted, glistening with the power of a hard workout so much that the pit hair parted like a book, the mats clinging to his arms in the sharp definition of that pit. A perfect crevice for him to dive into. God he wanted to.

“Uh…you okay little man?” Killian blinked, waiving his hand in front of the foxes face.

“Oh shit,” that snapped Neil out of his trance. “Oh, yeah, I speak English and all that. Just…holy shit man, you’re shredded.”

“Aww shucks,” Killian leaned back up and gripped his hat and rubbed it back and forth as a blush crept onto his face. “I do take good care of my bod and what not. Glad you noticed.”

“I mean…who wouldn’t?” Neil had no idea where all this confidence was coming from, but he felt it well up his spine and make him stand up straight.

“True,” Killian chuckled and flexed his arm for the little fox. “True dat little man. But you didn’t come to shower me with praise,” Killian brought his hands back down to his hips, his one hand holding a water bottle. “You came to get your sweat on. You need help with your workout goals?”

Neil’s ears perked up. Was this total stud asking to help him with his workouts?

“I…sure. That sounds amazing.”

“Yeah? I’d be happy to help. What were you going to work out first?”

“Oh,” Neil blushed. “I…I actually haven’t done any workouts before…I mean…not at a gym or anything."

“Right on dude, getting your first sweat on! Hella rad! Let’s get you a good foundation so you can spring off into Gainsvill!”

“Yeah! Let’s do it,” Neil gave a beaming smile. He was so pumped for this!

“Come on, my bud is finishing his set in the back and he’s the best at getting people all set up.” The otter waived him onward, spinning on his massive high tops and walking deeper into the gym. His thick sculpted ass swayed while his thick long tail dragged on the floor leaving a little trail of sweat. Neil thought he was going to faint again, but he gripped a machine, steadied himself and then caught up with that otter’s massive swagger.

That’s when he got a real hit of that otter’s stink. It was fresh, it was salty, it was a low brine that filled his lungs as he travailed in the wake of his manly miasma. There was definitely more than one workout on the wind of that man’s smell. He didn’t smell raunchy, but hell if he didn’t smell like a dude that didn’t give a shit. His body did all the talking for him as to why he smelled that way. That stink wasn’t from being lazy. That was the smell of man who got shit done, pounded weights and smashed personal bests. The navy blue tank was several shades darker due to it trying to drink up that sweat, his compression leggings tighter against his body and damp in the crevices from his hard work dripping between them. Neil’s heart pounded in his chest, his nose sniffing deep that powerful man musk.

“Yo! Kai! Got some fresh meat for ya!”

A loud clank could be heard, and Neil could see why. Before him, on the powerlifting station, was a shark. A massive great white. His skin was gray and his underbelly white. He wore a sleeveless sweatshirt, his massive arms coming out and his claws gripping the bar that rested on his shoulders as he lunged forward and pulled himself back up. The sweatshirt was soaked through, the big guy’s compression shorts showing off his powerful legs and the crazy definition they had. His massive feet were clad in red sneakers with various airy designs on them to allow for ventilation. He had similar tats as Killian, only his seemed distinctly Hawaiian in nature. His shoulders showed the ink and one half sleeve that showed off his bulging biceps and split peaks. With a soft grunt the man racked his weight, stepped forward, and arched his back to crack it back into place. His pecs pushed his sweatshirt up, the motion showing off his midriff and the walls of abs there along with a sun tat around his bellybutton that accented his treasure trail going down into his shorts.

“Great timing,” Kai’s voice was deep and rumbling, deeper than what Neil thought a voice could naturally be. “Just finished my set. Can I steal a swig?”

“Fo sure man,” Killian handed the shark the water bottle. They were roughly the same size in every regard. Every time Neil thought one was larger than the other, they would shift angles and it was apparent they were roughly the same size, just proportioned slightly different.

The shark knocked his head back, his dorsal fin craning back as he opened his maw, the rows of flashy teeth as menacing as they were inviting as he squirted the water right into his open muzzle, his powerful Adams apple bouncing as he gulped some water down. He snapped his jaw shut and gulped the rest and handed the bottle back to his coworker. The shark’s warm eyes came to lock onto Neil.

“Damn dude, you know how to pick the cute ones,” Kai smirked, his teeth somehow making the big guy look more adorable despite his powerful bulk. “Names Kai,” he extended a hand out.

“Neil,” the fox responded and took his hand. Kai gave the little fox a firm shake, a shake that was savored by the little vixen. That grip was warm, hot even, and wet. Neil had to resist the urge to sniff his hand as he pulled it away. He desperately wanted to suck on his fingers, to drink that sweat, and he almost did. What was with this strange confidence? It was like this gym just had a miasma of courage that injected right into his veins!

“Cool name, though it would be fun if all our names started with a K,” Kai chuckled. “We’d be like a set of three.”

“Yeah dude,” Killian struck a thumbs up. “The three K’s could rule the gym! You mind if we call you Kit? Ya know, like a fox or whatever?”

“Um…” Neil blinked. “Wouln’t that be like the KKK?”

“Oh shit dude,” Kai smacked his forehead. “Man, that would have been so weak.”

“Damn Neil, quick thinkin’,” Killian chuckled. “Don’t need people getting the wrong idea.”

“Yeah, sorry little bro,” Kai put his hand on the fox’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to give the wrong impression or whatever.”

“Oh, don’t sweat it,” Neil smirked, his shoulder warm and getting wet from the massive man’s sweat. “I mean, you’re already sweating enough.”

“Hell yeah!” Kai smirked, pumping his fist while squatting down to be at eye level with the fox. “This guy gets it! So, what are your long term workout goals?”

“I…I guess I just wanted to bulk up a bit. Maybe loose this little belly I got.”

“You looking to trade that cute little bump for six, tighter, sexy ones? Am I right?” Kai gave the fox a little pat on his gut with the back of his free hand.

Neil blushed, but he felt warm and tingly all over. He felt excited and pumped just being around these two studs that he felt like his fears were melting away.

“Hells yeah, let’s do this! Where do we start?”

“Fuck yeah brah!” Kai pumped his fist. “Let’s get your baseline and build a routine to get you fucking pumped!”

Kai grinned so big his eyes were closed, his rows of teeth gleaming in the most warm and supportive smile.

Neil had a good feeling about all this.

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