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Jeanie marveled at the genius of putting a pastry shop next to a gym. The gazelle strolled confidently out of the shop, muffin in hand, and sauntered her way over to the double glass doors of Connie Rhet's Sunny Side Gym. Jeanie didn't understand why her sister had insisted on making her go to the gym.

There was nothing wrong with her body.

She always kept the cream colored fur on her front quite trim and neat, although she allowed the brown fur elsewhere to get maybe a few millimeters longer. She wasn't particularly tall, but her height was never something she worried about. She kept her horns trimmed down, so much so that they were practically invisible in her short bob of blonde hair.

She was also a bit pudgy. Admittedly, the gym shorts and sports bra she bought for this little excursion were a tad tight. But, it wasn't like Jeanie needed to roll around on a scooter everywhere. She was perfectly fine having a bit of jiggle. Not everyone needed to be model thin. Even in this city.

But, her sister Kate apparently thought otherwise. She had tried to pass the gym membership, a whole three months, off as a gag gift. They often gave each other gag gifts at Christmas, like bras three sizes too big or vibrators the size of baseball bats. But Kate had cornered her after most everyone else at the party had passed out from eggnog and cookies. Kate made Jeanie promise to go to the gym once a day for at least an hour. Jeanie remembered agreeing, but couldn't remember why she had done something stupid like that.

It wasn't necessarily the worst thing in the world. She reasoned that she hadn't agreed to anything but go to the gym, and as such could just use the treadmill set to a very languid pace. She had her phone, her earbuds, and plenty of podcasts and audio books she had been meaning to listen to anyway. And the pastry shop meant that she wouldn't go hungry anytime soon.

Jeanie swiped her card through the slot that signified she had actually gone to the gym, keeping her attention focused on her muffin as she entered through the double sliding doors. She was initially hit with the sound of a few dozen voices grunting and huffing in rhythm with the clangs of equipment. Jeanie stuffed the muffin, pumpkin with cream cheese streusel, into her mouth to free up her hands. She quickly put her earbuds in and switched on her podcast.

"Hello and welcome to the Morning After Podcast, I'm your host..."

Jeanie bit a sizable chunk off the muffin as she pulled it from her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as she navigated the gym. She idly wondered if any of the people there would be tempted by her warm, moist muffin. Most were probably too engrossed in their workouts to notice, though.

The further into the wretched temple of exercise Jeanie went, the more apparent the other aspect the gym had to offer became. The smell. Whoever ran the place was no doubt aware that most creatures tended to sweat when they exerted themselves and as such seemed to have installed numerous air fresheners. The place smelled mostly of what Jeanie was sure was called 'Ocean Mist', with an undeniable undercurrent of sweat. She didn't really mind it too much.

After what was either a tortuous twelve hour march or just a quick walk, Jeanie found an available treadmill squeezed into the back corner of the main room. She only realized as she stepped onto the machine that she had managed to eat her entire muffin just walking to it. Pouting, she dumped the wrapper in a conveniently placed trashcan and turned the treadmill on. She put it on a very low setting, just a tic higher than the speed she had gone getting to it, and started moving.

"...and let me tell you: Woof. I mean, there's nothing gay about banging a lady with a cock, is there? Honestly, if you're balls deep in some stacked herm's pussy, reaching around to jerk off her dick is just common fucking courtesy..."

Jeanie kept pace, only half-listening to the voice in her ears. Always hermaphrodites with this guy...

Bored, Jeanie began looking around the gym. As expected of a port city, there was a veritable cornucopia of species also using the gym equipment, although most with significantly more enthusiasm than the gazelle. They were of every size and shape, from people even shorter than Jeanie to those that would easily tower over her. And talk about shape too. A few fatties, although HR had asked her to not use that word, and folks that seemed pretty okay from a distance.

And then there were the people that were absolutely shredded. The kind you would see in glossy magazines, posing with big weapons and glistening with sweat and oil. None of the muscle mascots in the gym seemed to be lugging around heavy machine guns at the moment, but many of them glistened all the same.

Jeanie bumped into the front of the treadmill, having unconsciously outpaced the machine's current setting. She snorted and thumbed the button to make it go faster, only tearing her eyes away from the buffer gym rats for a moment.

The podcast buzzed away in her ear, almost completely forgotten as she ogled the sculpted meat across the gym floor. Jeanie never really thought about well built people before. The best she had seen before was Mark from Marketing, who was surprisingly bad at marketing himself, and the best he had was some light abdominal definition.

'Light' didn't seem to be in these peoples' vocabulary. Jeanie marveled as a warthog, his chest wider than hers by two, slotted several large plates onto a barbell before sliding beneath it. Jeanie couldn't hear him, but she could imagine the deep, throaty grunts he was making as he did rep after rep, his arms bulging with the strain. Jeanie began biting her lower lip and swaying her hips as she jogged in place on the treadmill.

Jeanie's eyes traced the furred pig's body, going from his impressive chest to his surprisingly scrawny legs. She had heard the old joke about 'never skip leg day', but apparently he hadn't. A soft chuckle escaped her mouth, her burgeoning interest in the man deflating rapidly as the thought of him easily tipping over entered her mind. Her eyes wandered to the next piece of eye candy. A deer, and a rather impressive one at that.

Or doe, to be perfectly accurate. The lack of antlers was a good indicator, and if that didn't tip Jeanie off then the woman's breasts certainly would. Even from a distance, Jeanie could tell the doe was stacked, and that wasn't even getting into her muscle structure. The warthog had obviously been rather focused in his workout regiment, but the doe seemed to have struck a balance. She wasn't overly wide or thick, but she had well defined muscles all over her body, from her arms and chest down over her well defined six pack to her quite impressive legs. Said legs were getting quite the workout as the doe squatted with a heavily loaded wieghtbar balanced on her shoulders.

Jeanie thumbed the treadmill up a bit higher, her eyes never straying from doe. She was inspiring, possessing the kind of body that you would see on one of those motivational posters people put up in their cubicles. Jeanie always thought they were just sneaky ways of putting up porn. The guys in the office would say that wasn't true because it was usually posters of dudes and they weren't gay. Prudy always insisted he wasn't gay, but Jeanie knew the little twink pony was hella gay, even if he didn't.

Jeanie groaned softly as the doe switched from squats to lifts. The change did more than show off the doe's not inconsiderable strength, it also did quite a presentation on her body. So little of her was covered by her stretchy gym clothes, and even then Jeanie could practically see the shape of her nipples through the material. The gazelle's eyes drifted down, lingering on the doe's abs before settling on her groin. The material didn't show off any camel toe, which was only slightly disappointing when the doe's surging thighs were on display.

Jeanie blinked, suddenly realizing she was all but panting. She tore her eyes from the doe and quickly wound down the treadmill. She smacked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Shakily, she fumbled for her water bottle, downing big gulps until the bottle was empty. She felt hot, like she was roasting in an oven. She hadn't really done this to herself just from a little while on a treadmill, had she?

She looked back to the doe, who had decided to bend over to get some dumbbells, inadvertently sticking her perky ass in the air. Or maybe she was doing it on purpose. Thoughts of sinking her teeth into those firm cheeks came unbidden to Jeanie's mind. She blinked and shook her head, jerking the bottle back in an attempt to splash water on her face and only getting a few small drops. She snorted, tossing the empty container into the trashcan. She felt like she was going crazy. Was she having a heat stroke? Was that even possible?

Jeanie pushed away from the treadmill and headed for the bathroom, trying to avoid looking at the doe again. It was remarkably difficult, since the gym had gone and installed mirrors on practically every surface aside from the floor. Even the fucking ceiling. Why were there motherfucking mirrors on the ceiling?

She didn't want to look at the doe, didn't want to think about the feeling of her own thighs rubbing together as she walked. She could feel the sweat covering her body, making each movement of her legs against one other almost slippery. It was in her ears as well, making one of her headphone buds slip out. She hurriedly pulled the other out, stuffing them in her pocket. She hadn't even been aware of the noise in her ears in some time. She wiped sweat from her eyes as she pushed open the door to the bathroom, her vision temporarily obscured.

I'm not gay. I can't be gay. I'm not fucking- what?

Jeanie tried to make her way to the sink, only realizing once she was a half-dozen steps into the room that there wasn't one. Her ears flicked, picking up the noise of running water, clattering lockers, and chattering voices. Jeanie managed to clear her eyes enough to see she had blundered into the showers. At least it appeared to be the women's showers.

Although, with every passing second that seemed like less and less of a good thing.

Even though she was only in the locker area, Jeanie was still getting quite the eyeful. The ladies of the gym seemed to be fairly comfortable in their skin, as they sauntered about the locker room in anything from a small towel to nothing at all. Jeanie felt like she was on fire, her body was drenched in sweat. She continued to mentally insist that she wasn't gay, even as she stared unblinking at a fit and naked cougar that everyone probably called 'mommy'.

She wanted to scream, to die, to rip off her pants and jill herself into oblivion. Or let the well-built women have their hot, sweaty way with her until she was little more than a crumpled heap of juices and broken heterosexuality.

"First time?"

Jeanie, moments away from a public indecency arrest, nearly jumped out of her skin at the softly spoken question. The voice was low and somewhat gravely, yet distinctly female. Almost like a purring engine. Or a big cat.

The gazelle spun on her heel, coming face to face with the biggest tiger woman she had ever seen. Well, face to stomach, rather. Or, to be perfectly accurate, face to rock hard abs. Jeanie managed to avoid leaning forward and rubbing her face on the woman's six-pack, instead looking up at her face. And up and up. Jeanie had to crane her head back to look the tigress in the eye, the woman towering over her. She had to be at least seven feet tall, maybe more. She was broad too, but not fat. Definitely not fat. In addition to her abs, the woman boasted arms Jeanie could swear were as thick as she was. Yet, her femininity wasn't lost. Her breasts were easily D's, maybe even double D's, and there was a softness to her face.

Jeanie realized she was staring.

"H-huh...?" Jeanie croaked, her mouth full of sand.

The woman smiled warmly, running a hand through her dark and rather shaggy hair. "First time in the showers, I mean. It can be a little intimidating for newcomers." The woman extended a hand the size of a baseball mitt. "Oh, I'm Suzy, by the way."

"Jeanie," the gazelle was amazed she managed to remember her own name. She shook Suzy's hand daintily, trying to not think about how the tiger could probably pick up the row of lockers they were beside and crumpled them up like paper. "And yeah, it's my first time coming here."

Suzy nodded. "I figured. You looked a little dazed." Suzy took a half step back and cricked her neck. "Most of the ladies here probably won't bother you, but if you want you can come shower next to me. I tend to scare off the smaller ones."

It took Jeanie a moment to process what Suzy was saying. Mostly because she was staring dumbly at Suzy's biceps. Once the sentence reached her brain, she found herself blushing red.

"Oh, oh, sorry!" Suzy said quickly, looking sheepish. "My idea of a joke."

"It's okay," Jeanie replied, trying and failing to keep thoughts of water flowing over Suzy's naked body from her mind. She swallowed dryly and started to sidle around the big tiger. "I think I'm just gonna head home."

"Oh, okay," Suzy said, moving out of the way.

Jeanie moved sluggishly towards the door, her legs suddenly feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds. Had she been on the treadmill too long or was her body resistant to the idea of walking away from the most beautiful creature she had ever seen?

Stupid fucking-

"Uh, I hope I didn't scare you off." Suzy called to her, making Jeanie stop at the door.

She looked over her shoulder, taking in the sight of the woman once again. Part of her wanted to see if Suzy wasn't actually joking, but she knew if she did that she might learn things about herself she wasn't ready to.

Still...

Jeanie forced a big smile on her face. "Nah, I'll be back tomorrow. See you then?"

Suzy laughed. "I'm hard to miss. Have a good day, Jeanie."

"You too."

Jeanie kept her composure leaving the locker room and maintained it halfway to the front door. She made the mistake of looking over at where the doe had been before. She was still there, doing stretches that seemed designed to shove her assets in the air. Jeanie bit her cheek and hurried out the doors, blowing past the pastry shop in a desperate bid to get home.

---

Jeanie barely made it in the door.

She was trembling all over as she tried to get the door to her apartment open. The keys jangled in her hands as her arms shook and her knees quaked. Jeanie wasn't a religious person, but she was ready to make any kind covenant right then and there if it meant she could get inside her home.

After a tense few seconds, she managed to turn the key and shove the door open. She hurriedly pulled the keys out and tossed them haphazardly at the table, hearing them skid off and land on the floor. She could get them later. She pushed the door closed, wasting a few precious seconds locking it. The last thing she needed was for someone to walk in on her now.

Jeanie thanked the nondescript gods that she lived alone as she moved to the bathroom. She shoved the door open, all but tearing off her sweat-stained shorts and panties as she pulled the toilet lid up. She sat down and let out a sigh of relief as the pee she had been holding the last few blocks was released.

Jeanie finished up her business and stood up. She spared a glance to the shorts on the tile floor before shrugging and undressing the rest of the way. She gathered up her clothes, making sure to fish her earbuds and phone from the pockets, and shoved them into the hamper. The clothes were currently too much of a reminder of the last few hours, which she was trying quite hard to block out. Jeanie left the electronics on the side of the sink and moved into the shower, turning the water on full blast and recoiling when it came out cold.

Jeanie grumbled, turning the shower head away and scrunching herself in the corner as she waited for the water to heat up. Of course, faced with even a few moments of boredom, her mind decided to wander. Wander right back to the sights of the gym, specifically. Jeanie frowned and chewed her lip as she remembered the warthog, comically small legs and all. From the waist up he had been appealing, certainly. She idly wondered if his cock was anything to write home about.

Steam began to fill the room as the water finally warmed up. Jeanie cautiously moved into the stream, letting out a soft sigh as the day began to wash away. She grabbed her bath sponge and began doing a cursory rubdown, getting the dried sweat out of her fur.

Of course, her brain decided that now was a good time to think about the doe. She had been sweating up a storm during her workout, her fur glistening under the gym lights. Jeanie couldn't put it into words, but the sweat somehow made the doe even hotter.

Jeanie growled softly. She shouldn't be thinking about the doe being hot, not that the doe wasn't hot...

"I'm not gay, never had been." Jeanie said under her breath as she moved the sponge down to her legs. "Only kissed Nancy that one time."

It was during college and the two of them had been drunk, of course. Nancy, a rather chubby rabbit, was part of the same sorority as Jeanie. It was during the late-stages of a party, when most everyone else was already passed out, that the two of them decided to experiment. It never went beyond the kissing and some mild, over-the-clothes groping. Nancy actually came out as a lesbian before graduation, not that Jeanie was at all surprised. The gazelle had hardly paid the memory any mind.

Before now anyway.

Jeanie huffed and put the gym out of her mind, instead choosing to focus her brain on work. She did have that report to compile and Jen was going to be on her ass about it if she didn't finish before Monday...

Thoughts of sweat and abs were replaced by account numbers and spreadsheets as Jeanie grabbed the bottle of bodywash and squirted a big glob of it onto her hand. She rubbed herself down, wondering if she could snag one of the interns and get them to do the legwork on the printer. She would feel bad making one of those kids run back and forth all day, but better them than her.

She spent the rest of the shower trying to remember the interns' names. She didn't usually interact with them, but she had picked up that calling them the correct name usually made them more inclined to help. The zebra boy seemed especially eager, but Jeanie was having a hell of a time remembering what was written on his name badge.

She finished up her shower and shut the water off, sighing as she pulled the curtain aside a stepped out onto the relatively chilly bathroom tiles. She toweled off, only then realizing she hadn't brought fresh clothes with her. She frowned but merely shrugged after a moment. It wasn't like she had to worry about a roommate seeing her naked.

Jeanie tossed the towel back on the rack and grabbed her phone from the sink before leaving the bathroom. The sun was setting, her apartment growing dark before she flipped on a light. She moved to her bedroom, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt before moving back to the kitchen to make herself some food.

She pulled a frozen meal from the freezer and glanced at the instructions before tossing it in the microwave and hitting the appropriate buttons. As she stared at the spinning tray of food, she idly wondered if she should try to learn to cook.

For someone who would marry a muffin, have that muffin's babies, and then eat her muffin family because she lacked self-control, Jeanie knew absolutely nothing about making food. She chalked it up to, like most things, laziness. Why learn to cook when there were so many people who were willing to cook for her in exchange for money and sometimes sex. She had put off breaking up with Ben for a good two weeks because he made the most amazing mini-pies.

He was the most boring human Jeanie had ever met in her entire life otherwise, but the pies...

The microwave beeped, signalling it was done. Jeanie pulled her dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes out before glancing at the packaging again and realizing she still had more steps to take. She snorted and diligently stirred the potatoes before popping the tray back in and setting it for another few minutes.

Finally, after a lifetime of waiting for the numbers to reach zero, her food was ready. She pulled the tray out and carried it with her back to her bedroom. She could have sat at the table like her mother had always told her to do, but Jeanie didn't move out of her parents' house to not eat dinner in bed.

She hopped onto her bed and flipped on the TV, the music channel coming up immediately. She didn't remember leaving it on that, but Jeanie did sometimes channel surf in a drunken haze. She started on her meal as the next music video started. It must have been throwback day, as the video was clearly ancient, not even in widescreen. Jeanie snorted but didn't bother reaching for the remote.

She pulled the plastic cover off her meal, tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan, and started eating. Going off of appearance and taste, it was meatloaf with mashed potatoes. It was a coin toss whether or not the meat was genuine or some kind of plant-based protein thing. Jeanie honestly didn't care either way, not having any hangups about eating meat.

Every few bites or so, Jeanie glanced up at the TV. A blonde human woman dressed in Old Eighties fashion was dancing in what appeared to be a gym, her expression almost crazed. She sang less than subtle allusions to sex while close-ups of sweaty muscles flashed across the screen.

Jeanie almost choked on her plastic fork, everything she had spent the last half-hour or so suppressing rushing back to the forefront of her mind. She whimpered, squeezing her legs together as arousal washed over her. She put her half-eaten meal onto the nightstand, biting her lip as she gave up and pushed a hand down her sweatpants.

She unconsciously timed her stokes with the music still coming from the tv, her fingers becoming wet in moments. Her eyes unfocused, seeing not the blonde with the cocaine smile but rather the woman she had been trying to avoid even thinking about.

"Suzy..." Jeanie said softly.

Suzy stuck in her mind like the song on the TV, refusing to leave. Jeanie squeezed her eyes shut, as though that would block out the image. The mountain of a woman remained firm, warm smile, abs you could grate cheese on.

Jeanie groaned. She wasn't gay, but Suzy's presence in her fantasy wasn't exactly supporting that. The big tiger was just standing there, not even naked, just in her gym clothes. Clothes that left her finest assets on full display. Her fur was matted with sweat, muscles flexing under her skin as she did reps with dumbbells. Jeanie fingered herself as watched, wanting to rub and grind herself on Suzy's thick legs but too scared to do so. She started to grope her tits through her shirt her free hand, the other still busy with her cunt.

Her orgasm hit her hard, making her arch her back as it ripped through her. Hot juices splashed over her hand and thighs, dampening her sweatpants. She let out a sharp cry, muscles locking as she rode out the wave of pleasure. The wave soon broke and subsided, and Jeanie crumpled like a deflating balloon, falling on her side. She laid there for a while, panting like she had spent another hour on the treadmill.

Eventually, the afterglow faded. Jeanie had to will her tired limbs to move as she rolled onto her front and pushed herself up onto all fours. Or threes, one hand still down her pants. Groaning softly, she tried to move to get off the bed, realizing she had to take another shower now. She got as far as flopping face down on a pillow.

She stayed there for some time, point blank refusing to think about anything, especially the fact that she had masturbated to the thought of another woman. Eventually, Jeanie's arm started feeling a bit sore from pinned beneath her, so she managed to at least get it out from under her. In fact, truth be told, her whole body felt sore. Some might have said it was from never properly having used her muscles before today, but those people could go ahead and eat her entire ass.

Suzy could probably literally eat her entire ass, given the size of her-

Jeanie inhaled sharply, finally managing to empty her head of any and all gym related thoughts of only for a few moments. She fumbled for the remote, grabbing it off the other nightstand and turning off the TV without raising her head from the pillow.

She let out a long sigh and got a bit more comfortable on the bed, suddenly feeling incredibly tired in addition to everything else. It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep, her dreams of heterosexuality dashed against Suzy's iron-hard abs

---

Jeanie went back to the gym the next day. She managed to keep herself together this time and not almost masturbate in public. She avoided the showers altogether though, not wanting to tempt fate. Suzy was there that day, but thankfully off on the other side of the gym. Jeanie wasn't confident she could look the tigress in the eye after what happened last night.

And so, Jeanie settled into a routine. Everyday, usually in the morning but sometimes at noon or after lunch, she would go to the gym. Try as she might to justify it to herself, it wasn't to exercise. The pasty she shoved in her mouth each day was a testament to that.

She went there to watch her fellow gym goers, mostly the really shredded ones. She got better at hiding just how wet those rippling, sweaty muscles made her. She could put in her earbuds, turn on some music, and maintain a neutral expression as she ate up the eye candy. Eventually, after maybe a month of borderline stalking, she managed to work up the nerve to make casual conversation with some of the people there.

The barrel-chested, skinny-legged boar was Chuck, although he preferred to go by the nickname Legs. They chatted whenever they both happened to be at the gym, often about work. Legs never struck Jeanie as a fellow office worker, but apparently he was sales head for a paper company. Jeanie found him a rather docile fellow and easy to talk to. He was also as gay as the day was long, even though he hadn't caught on to it yet.

Jeanie probably wasn't going to find out what kind of equipment he was packing, but her admittedly sparse fantasies about him were more than generous.

Bucky, the doe that may or may not have given Jeanie her second sexual awakening, worked part-time at the gym. Apparently that meant she got to use the equipment for free. Bucky was almost the opposite of sweet, closeted Legs. She was rowdy and rude, just as likely to insult a person as she was to make some sort of lewd comment. And when she wasn't doing either of those, she was torturing the squeamish with stories of her hunting trips. Bucky's main source of income was hunting ferals outside the city for meat and furs, something the doe seemed to take almost fiendish pride in.

Jeanie was almost terrified of Bucky, which only served to make her fantasies of the doe all the more exciting. They were always rough, yet Jeanie imagined that once the brutal fucking was out of the way Bucky was quite tender. She wasn't planning on trying to ask the doe out any time soon, but the thoughts were still pleasant.

And then there was Suzy. Sweet, sweet Suzy...

The tigress was for the most part a quiet, gentle giant. On the few occasions when Jeanie worked up the nerve to say anything at all to her, Suzy's responses were soft and short. She didn't talk about where she worked, her family, or life outside the gym in general. She seemed rather focused on her workout regiment, sticking it religiously. Jeanie didn't speak with her every day, but she did see her every time she went to the gym without fail. Sometimes one of them was arriving just as the other left, but they never missed a day.

Suzy was, obviously, the center of Jeanie's new-found sexuality. Nearly every night Suzy entered Jeanie's head as she indulged herself before bed. During the day, she would stare at the tigress for as long as she could, hastily looking away if she thought Suzy might turn and catch her in the act. More than once her eyes lingered on Suzy's groin, the tight gym shorts having a noticeable bulge to them. It was certainly possible that Suzy just had, to put it delicately, a meaty puss. But Jeanie liked to think the massive tigress was actually a hermaphrodite. The idea of Suzy picking her up and using her like a cheap sex toy made the gazelle's cunt gush like a broken pipe.

The days and weeks wore on, and slowly but surely, Jeanie's obsessive gym-gawking was having a positive effect. Her overall pudge lessened slightly and her body began to develop honest-to-gods muscles. Her legs in particular were showing the most improvement, getting close to what some may mistake as a habitual walker's legs. Jeanie might have improved even more if she bothered to change her diet at all.

Nearly two months after she had first set foot in the gym, Jeanie received an unexpected present. She was in the midst of a jog on the treadmill, sweating almost as much from the workout as she was from the delectable bodies on display. She had invested in a small towel to wipe sweat from her eyes. The thing was neon pink, just for laughs.

She reached for it after watching a black-furred wolf do a few dozen pull-ups shirtless, only to grab nothing but air. After a few seconds of searching, Jeanie realized she had forgotten it. The sweat was beginning to sting her eyes, so Jeanie stopped the treadmill and began psyching herself up to go to the showers and splash some water on herself. She was fairly confident she could manage to catch a few glimpses of the no doubt naked bodies on display without falling her her knees and rubbing one out right then and there.

Fairly.

She hadn't even gotten off the treadmill when she felt a finger tap her on the shoulder. She turned and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of Suzy standing just behind her. She managed to recover herself and pulled her earbuds out.

"H-hi, Suzy," Jeanie's smile was a little strained as she tried to blink sweat from her eyes.

"Hi," Suzy rumbled, looking sheepish for a moment. "Did you forget your towel today?"

Jeanie chuckled, suddenly feeling a little out of breath. "Yeah, I did."

Suzy smiled and nodded before offering up her own towel. "I was just heading home. You can borrow mine, if you want." Suzy hesitated a moment before continuing. "I did use it earlier, so if you don't want it-"

Jeanie hurriedly grabbed the towel, holding it close almost like she was afraid someone might try to snatch it. The gazelle laughed nervously.

"Heh heh, I don't mind. Thanks Suzy, really."

Suzy nodded, still smiling. "Happy to help. Have a good rest of your workout."

"You too," Jeanie said automatically, regretting the words almost immediately. "I mean, when you... see you later, Suzy."

The big cat merely chuckled, the sound not unlike purring. She turned and walked away, giving Jeanie a long time to drink in the tigress's rather large rear end. Once Suzy was out of sight, Jeanie carefully folded the towel and took it with her to the showers.

She was rather focused on the cloth in her hands, hardly noticing the other people in the shower room with her. She stayed just long enough to give her head a quick rinse, finally getting the sweat out of her eyes, before promptly leaving the gym behind for home. The run home was a blur, seemingly far quicker than any previous trip back from the gym. Her legs really were improving.

Jeanie fumbled at the door, having difficulty wrangling her keys with the towel in one hand. She whimpered quietly before putting the towel in her mouth while she sorted the keys. The bit of it clamped in her teeth only tasted like dry towel, but the smell of the rest of it hit her hard. A few months ago, Jeanie would have been repulsed at the idea of leaning close and getting a good whiff of someone's sweat stained towel. Now, the scent nearly made her cum in her pants.

She managed to get the right key and get inside her apartment. She quickly closed and locked the door, dropping the keys on the carpet and grabbing the towel from her mouth. She held a sullied part to her nose, inhaling deeply while her eyes rolled back into her head. Suzy somehow smelled different from the other people at the gym, distinct and intoxicating.

Jeanie held the towel over her nose with one hand while the other fumbled with her shorts, shoving them down around her thighs. Her cunt was hot and damp and it had little to do with any running she had done that day. She roughly shoved her fingers into herself, rubbing like she was trying to start a fire.

She didn't last long. She came hard and wet, girlcum spattering her hand, her shorts, and the carpet below. She sank to her knees as she rode the orgasm out, huffing and moaning into the towel. The initial wave soon subsided and left Jeanie hot and sweaty. She shakily managed to get to her feet, pushing her her shorts down around her ankles. She stepped out of the garments, knowing she would have to clean up her mess later but hardly caring. She started making her way to her bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes behind her. She kept the towel pressed against her face the whole way, inhaling Suzy with every breath.

She was completely naked by the time she reached her bed, taking particular pleasure in collapsing onto the clean sheets. She placed the towel on her pillow, moving away from it long enough to pull her box of sex toys from beneath her bed. Jeanie had always believed in self-love, but her collection had nearly doubled in the last few months. She licked her lips as she pulled a big jelly dildo styled like a horse's cock from the box along with some lube. She had no reason to think that Suzy was part horse, but she could dream.

Jeanie grabbed the towel and draped it over her head as she began slathering the fuck-stick in lube. It was only mid-afternoon, but she had a feeling this was going to be an all night affair.

---

Jeanie had to set the treadmill to a fairly low setting the next day, her body a bit sore after the abuse she had put it through the previous evening. She had her normal towel with her that day, not quite ready to return Suzy's just yet. Not before she gave it a thorough washing anyway.

Jeanie was almost too tired to stare at anyone that day, but she kept an eye out for Suzy. She had an excuse practiced and ready in case the tigress asked for her towel back. Not that Suzy struck her as particularly pushy about it, but she could be surprised.

Speaking of surprises, Suzy never showed that day. Jeanie stayed an extra ten minutes longer than she normally did just in case, but there was still no sign of the tigress. Jeanie shrugged it off, Suzy very well could have had other engagements.

But then Suzy didn't show up the next day. Or the day after that.

It was the fourth day since Jeanie had seen Suzy. She was getting close to the end of her workout, anxiously looking around every minute or so for Suzy but also trying to not look like she was doing that. It wasn't going very well. A few people were staring back at her, which made Jeanie distinctly uncomfortable. There might have been a lesson in there somewhere, but Jeanie wasn't interested in learning it.

Her playlist ended and Jeanie pulled her earbuds out with a sigh. She turned off the treadmill and stepped off the machine, another gym goer quick to take her place. She was making her way towards the exit when she spotted Bucky sitting behind the help desk. It was a bit of a long shot, not to mention it could easily reveal her stalker-ish behavior, but Jeanie was getting desperate.

She changed course and approached the desk. It had been a while since Jeanie had shlicked herself to orgasm thinking about Bucky's oily body, so she was a smidge less nervous about talking to her than she normally would be. The doe was disinterestedly playing with her phone, occasionally using her free hand to mess with her hair.

"Hi Bucky," Jeanie said, putting on a cheerful tone.

"Hey," Bucky said, glancing up from her phone for a fraction of a second. "You need something, Jeanie?"

Jeanie considered it a point of pride that Bucky remembered her name. She might have tried to press her luck and see if the deer wanted a pastry if she wasn't otherwise occupied.

"Yeah. Well, I guess I don't really need it, but..." Bucky actually looked up from her phone and locked eyes with Jeanie, causing the gazelle's confidence to withered. Jeanie gulped and soldiered on. "I, uh, Suzy let me borrow her towel the other day and I've been meaning to give it back, but I haven't seen her. Do you, um, know when she might be coming in?"

"Have a thing about returning stuff, huh?" Bucky snorted softly. "Here, let me check the computer." Bucky actually put down her phone and typed something onto the nearby keyboard. After a minute of looking at the screen she nodded and turned back to Jeanie. "Says here she's been coming in late last few days. Usually at eight. She's scheduled to be here tonight, too."

Jeanie nodded, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Thanks Bucky," she said with a smile.

"Don't mention it," Bucky said, picking up her phone again. She glanced up at Jeanie again. "Are you really gonna come back here tonight just to return a towel?"

Jeanie shrugged and forced a laugh. "Don't want it weighing on my conscience."

"I'll bet," Bucky remarked with a curl of her lip.

---

Jeanie took a few deep breaths as she approached the gym.

The place had a different look at night, bright light shining out from the big glass windows, illuminating the night. All the other buildings around it were dark, having been closed for the evening, making the gym stand out even more. Jeanie spared a glance at the pastry shop, hoping for a little caramel-drizzled courage. Alas, they too had closed their doors for the night. She sighed and continued forward.

The towel was tucked under her arm, fresh from a trio of wash cycles. Jeanie was quite paranoid about Suzy somehow knowing what the gazelle had been doing with the towel. Some smell or stain lingering. Now the thing was as white as the day it was made. Maybe more, even.

Jeanie was still wearing her gym clothes. Well, she had put on a fresh set of her gym clothes after taking a shower. She wasn't sure why, but it just felt odd to walk into the gym wearing something like a sweatshirt and jeans. She swiped her card out of habit and moved through the doors, brushing off the front of her shorts nervously.

"Hi there," Bucky smirked as she lowered her phone, still behind the help desk. It seemed like she had hardly moved from earlier that day. "I wasn't too sure you'd be back."

Jeanie jumped a little, surprised by the doe. "Oh, hi Bucky," She fidgeted, feeling her face heat up. "Is, uh..."

"Suzy's in the back. 'Away from the windows', she says." Bucky chuckled, getting up and moving around the desk. "I'm sure she'll be happy to see that towel again."

"Y-yeah, I bet," Jeanie stuttered.

Bucky just laughed again, brushing past Jeanie as she went for the exit. "Good luck!" she called over her shoulder before vanishing into the night.

Jeanie just stood there a moment, chewing her lip as she ran over the last few seconds in her head. Had Bucky had picked up on Jeanie's attraction to Suzy? Had she spoken to Suzy about it? Did Suzy pick up on it? Was that why she had been coming to the gym so late, to avoid Jeanie?

The gazelle's mind raced, pulling in a dozen directions at once. Part of her wanted to leave the towel on the desk and bolt, cancel her membership, change her name and face, and move to another city where no one knew her. Another part of her, the part less inclined to overreact, wanted to just go give Suzy her towel back. Maybe the tiger still had no idea what Jeanie thought of her. Maybe she had already pieced everything together. Regardless, Jeanie was going to face her problem head on.

Just as soon as she found Suzy.

Jeanie hadn't ever really deviated from her routine of hopping on the treadmill in the first room. Sure, it wasn't always the exact same machine, but it had always been in the first area. Truthfully, until Bucky had mentioned it a few moments ago, Jeanie had no idea there was a 'back' of the gym at all. But, after a few minutes of searching, Jeanie managed to find her way to the weight room.

Suzy was there, alone. The tigress sat at a weight bench in the middle of the room, grunting as she brought a heavily laden barbell down to her chest before pushing it back into the air again. Jeanie stared for a moment, so used to watching she did it almost without noticing. She quickly shook herself and cautiously approached the feline.

"Uh, hey there, Suzy." Jeanie said rather awkwardly.

Suzy looked over as she brought the bar down to her chest, seemingly unsurprised to see Jeanie standing there with a towel under her arm.

"Hey there, Jeanie." Suzy replied with a smile, grunting softly as she pushed the bar up and back into its housing. She sat up and cricked her neck. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Yeah..." Jeanie chuckled, her confidence draining with every passing second. She quickly held up the towel. "I, uh, I brought you your towel."

"Huh? Oh," Suzy stood up and approached Jeanie, bending down slightly to take the towel. "This is really good timing. I actually forgot to bring a towel today." She frowned for a moment and sniffed the cloth, making Jeanie's heart leap into her throat. "Did you wash this?"

"Uh, I, um, yes?" Jeanie's mind was re-evaluating faking her own death and moving to the east coast.

To her immense relief, Suzy merely smirked. "You didn't have to do that. Thank you though, really."

"D-don't mention it," Jeanie smiled nervously, watching as Suzy dabbed her forehead with the towel.

It had only been a few days, but Jeanie still felt the need to re-familiarize herself with every aspect of Suzy's sinewy form. It helped that she was standing so close, letting the gazelle soak in every detail. Suzy's hardened sixpack, her thick, powerful arms and legs, the smell of her, a light sheen of sweat matting her striped fur. The sheer size of her. Jeanie's eyes came up to just below Suzy's heavy breasts and she wouldn't have had it any other way. She watched some sweat trickle down from beneath Suzy's top and had to fight herself to not lean forward and lick.

"So, you planning on just staring all night?"

Jeanie froze, centuries of prey instincts jumping up into her throat along with her heart. Slowly, she craned her head back to look Suzy in the eye, the tigress looking down and smiling. This was her last chance, last chance to turn and run before the big cat struck.

"Relax," Suzy rumbled softly, bending down so they were eye level. "If I had a problem with people looking at me I'd work out at home."

Jeanie opened her mouth, to offer an excuse or plead for mercy she wasn't sure. All that came out was a quiet squeak. Suzy merely chuckled, looking down for a moment.

"Same's true for most of the people that come here. They like when people look at them." Suzy licked her lips and looked up to meet Jeanie's gaze. "I really like it when you look at me."

"You do?" Jeanie's voice cracked, making her flush red with embarrassment.

"Mmhm," Suzy nodded before standing up. "I think I'm going to do another set. You're welcome to stay and watch. Maybe do some other things too."

Jeanie's head was nodding before the rest of her knew what was happening. Her legs got in on the act, carrying her just a few steps behind Suzy as the tiger returned to the bench. But instead of sitting down right away, Suzy pulled at the neck of her top. Jeanie was surprised a cartoon puff of steam didn't come out.

"It's a bit warm in here." Suzy said, speaking as though she was alone. Although she did spare a backwards glance at Jeankie. "I think I'll shed some layers."

Jeanie's heart, no longer in her throat, thumped instead against her ribcage as Suzy grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled the stretchy material up and over her head. She shook her mane of hair, tossing the top haphazardly aside. With Suzy's back to her, Jeanie couldn't see all that much, but she still got a taste of side boob. That was small potatoes compared to what came next as the tigress took hold of her shorts and peeled them off her hips, pushing them down around her ankles before stepping out of them and kicking them away. Jeanie now had an unobstructed view of Suzy's shapely ass and it more than lived up to expectations. Big, firm, and taunt. Jeanie was tempted to find some loose change to see if the coins would bounce off it.

Suzy, now only in her sneakers, turned around. She rolled her shoulders so her breasts jutted forward, roesy-pink nipples clearly hard with arousal. Again, Jeanie had to stop herself running forward and burying her face in Suzy's cleavage, kissing her all over and then licking her clean from head to toe. That might have been going too far.

Jeanie's eyes traced over Suzy's stomach, diving down to the bit she was most interested in at that particular moment. Alas, no mighty cock and heavy balls sat between Suzy's thighs, only a rather puffy pair of dark purple lips, slick with something other than sweat. Jeanie tried to not let it show, but some look of disappointment must have crossed her face.

"Something wrong?" Suzy tilted her head to the side.

"It's, uh, it's nothing, really." Jeanie fidgeted. "It's actually silly. I kinda thought you had a dick."

To Jeanie's immense relief, Suzy laughed. "Yeah, I don't do body mods until the third date. It's not a problem though, is it?"

A few months ago, it might have been. Now, Jeanie wouldn't have cared if Suzy had a bushel of tentacles down there.

"Not at all,"

"Good to hear," Suzy nodded. She laid the towel down on the lower part of the bench before sitting down on it and getting beneath the weight bar.

Jeanie quickly scurried into position opposite the bench, getting a close-up and unobstructed view of Suzy's body. The tigress pulled the weight bar up and started doing her reps, grunting quietly with each rise and fall of the bar. Jeanie counted along in her head, trying to take in as much as she could.

As the reps went well into the double digits, Jeanie began inching closer. She swallowed thickly as she watched Suzy pump the bar into the air. She fidgeted, hand creeping down to the waistband of her shorts. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to touch Suzy too, but she was almost afraid to do either without the tigress's express permission.

Almost like Suzy could hear her thoughts, the tigress adjusted her legs, spreading them out wide. Suzy's surprisingly thin tail flicked up between the limbs, like a beckoning finger. Jeanie hesitated for a moment before moving forward and putting her knees onto the bench. The towel provided her some cushion as she crawled forward to the tigress's groin.

Jeanie felt her mouth go dry as her arms brushed against Suzy's thighs. This close she could see the muscles flexing under Suzy's skin, see the sweat mat her striped fur. Suzy's musk was certainly stronger too, it tickled Jeanie's nose and made her head feel light. She walked forward on her elbows and knees, reaching a trembling hand forward to gently push Suzy's legs just a bit wider apart. The two treetrunk-like limbs parted and revealed her prize.

Suzy's not inconsiderable pussy gave off waves of heat, leaking juices and waffting its sweet, spicy scent to Jeanie's nose. The gazelle gulped, realizing she had neglected to brush up on ways to please another woman. It surely couldn't be that difficult, though. Jeanie knew what she liked, although the whole attraction to another woman thing made that a bit dubious. Regardless, all she had to do was mimic what guys had done to her in the past. Minus all the dick stuff, obviously.

Jeanie took a deep breath. She was stalling. Carefully, she reached out with both hands, cupping Suzy's meaty cunt and slipping her thumbs into its wet folds. She detected the slightest of gasps from the tiger. Emboldened by that response, Jeanie gently spread Suzy open, marvelling at how much the big cat's big pussy resembled an obscene and beautiful flower.

Timidly, Jeanie leaned forward, the scent of sex and tiger musk growing ever stronger. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, taking a tentative lick of Suzy's folds.

That got a much stronger response. The weight bar clacked as Suzy jumped, her gasp far louder this time. Jeanie felt a dumb grin on her face as she leaned in farther, this time giving Suzy a proper lick. She pressed her lips right up against Suzy's pussy in a debased imitation of a kiss, shoving her tongue in deeper. Jeanie wondered if all women tasted this good of if Suzy was special, the tangy, spiced flavor of the tiger delighting the gazelle's tongue.

Suzy's hips bucked just a little, reminding Jeanie that she was playing with a cat several times her own size. If Suzy so desired, she could have crushed Jeanie into a pulp just by closing her legs. Jeanie couldn't put the reasoning into words, but the thought made her wet. She pulled a hand from Suzy's thigh and slipped it down underneath herself, rubbing her cunt through her shorts.

Tremors ran through Suzy's body, like a mountain during an earthquake. Her once steady breathing was uneven and shallow, quick gulps of air mixed with breathy moans. Jeanie reached up with her free hand to play with Suzy's clit. Her ministrations were clumsy, but judging by the sharp intake of breath, not unappreciated.

Jeanie grinned and pressed her face forward, muzzle rather easily sliding into Suzy's juicy snatch. The aroma of it, the heat, the wet velvety sensation of it on her face nearly overwhelmed Jeanie. She kept her head, for the moment anyway, breathing deep Suzy's scent. She started shakily moving her head back and forth, trying to fuck Suzy with her face.

She was startled by a loud clack of metal, punctuated by a deep growl. She tried to pull her head back, afraid she had upset Suzy in some way. Jeanie suddenly felt Suzy's hand hand on the back of her head, stopping her retreat and forcefully shoving her back in. Jeanie let out a yelp, her cry lost to Suzy's depths as she was forced up to her eyes in poon. Jeanie licked desperately, nibbled lightly on what flesh she could reach, and slurped down the fluids dripping into her mouth. Lack of air mixed with a subtle sensation of fear sent a tingle up Jeanie's spine, making the gazelle hump and grind against her hand as she tried to get Suzy off before she passed out.

Suzy's back arched and the pressure on Jeanie's head increased, making the gazelle wonder if her whole head was going to end up in the tiger's cunt. In truth, it was all the warning she got before a sharp snarl sounded and Suzy's pussy clamped down on Jeanie's face like a juicy, velvety vice. There was a rush of fluid, nearly drowning Jeanie in boiling lady spunk. It wouldn't be the worst way to go. Thankfully, the hand on the back of her head fell away and Jeanie was able to yank her head back, drinking down her first gulp of air in nearly a minute. The air wasn't strictly speaking fresh, thick with sweat and sex, but Jeanie didn't care in the slightest.

Jeanie propped herself up on her free hand, the other one still rubbing her cunt through her shorts. She huffed and groaned as she rubbed, smacking her lips as Suzy's flavor soaking into her taste buds. Juices dribbled from her face, landing on the towel below her. Had that been why Suzy had put the towel down?

The tiger herself was panting heavily, massive tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. Jeanie stared at her while she tried to lick her own face clean. It was oddly satisfying to know she had taken such a large, powerful beast and brought her down on her back. The fact she had been on her back to begin with was irrelevant.

Slowly, still only propped up with one hand, Jeanie leaned down and kissed Suzy's belly. She licked the tiger's abs, the salty taste of sweat mixing with the tangy flavor of Suzy's juices. Jeanie groaned and managed to pull her hand from her groin to steady herself. She kept peppering kisses as she slowly moved up Suzy's body, noticing the subtle hitches in the tigress's breathing at every contact.

Jeanie soon moved up, crawling up Suzy's body as she slid her lips just under the swell of the tiger's breasts. Jeanie had to move her legs off the bench and straddle Suzy's midsection to continue her 'ascent', something she had no qualms about doing in her lust addled state. She humped Suzy, just a little, unable to keep herself from grinding her damp crotch on the amazonian woman's abs. She grinned as a pleasurable tremor ran through her body, wondering if she could get away with grinding herself to orgasm.

She settled for the occasional hump as she turned her attention to Suzy's tits. They seemed even bigger this close up. Jeanie grabbed an orb with either hand, her fingers sinking into perky titflesh. She grinned, smushing Suzy's breasts together and sticking her face into the resulting valley. She resumed her kisses and licks, replacing sweat with a sheen of saliva. Her lips climbed the right hill, reaching the rosey peak and taking it delicately between her teeth. She nibbled, just enough to elicit a groan from the cat beneath her. Jeanie repeated the movements with the hill's twin, nibbles, licks, and maybe just a bit of sucking.

Jeanie kissed her way up Suzy's chest to the tigress's throat. She laid no less than half a dozen lingering smooches as she slowly inched her way to Suzy's mouth. Here was where things got a bit tricky. Suzy had a literal big mouth to go along with her big everything else. She could have fit Jeanie's whole head in her maw with ease, which made the logistics of kissing a little difficult. Jeanie settled for sucking on Suzy's lower lip until the tiger made her first movement in minutes and puckered up as much as she could and forcing a proper kiss.

It was still more sucking face than a traditional kiss, but Jeanie's heart pounded all the same.

Jeanie leaned back after a few minutes, sighing softly and still gently rocking her hips as she sat astride Suzy's abdomen. The tigress herself simply smiled up at the gazelle, having apparently regained enough of her strength to give Jeanie's ass a playful swat.

"That was one of the best sets I've had," Suzy said with a satisfied sigh. "Worked up a hell of a sweat. Should probably go hit the showers."

Jeanie picked up on Suzy's meaning, although she was tempted to keep grinding until the tiger did something about it. Still, she technically hadn't cum yet herself and she had a feeling the showers was where this would be rectified.

So, with a soft whine of regret, Jeanie dismounted. It was a little tricky, given that sitting bow legged on Suzy left her feet a few inches off the ground. But, Jeanie managed to carefully slide herself off and back onto the padded gym floor. She was half-expecting the ground to be soggy with sweat and juices, but there were little more than a few small puddles.

She watched Jeanie sit up and crick her neck again, rubbing it with one hand as she stood up and started heading towards the showers. She expected Suzy to gather up the discarded clothes scattered around, but when the tiger didn't pause in her stride, Jeanie hurried to catch up.

Jeanie followed Suzy in a daze, still not quite believing that this was all happening. She padded lightly behind the tiger, following her into the showers. To her momentary surprise, Suzy didn't go to the showers themselves but instead turned towards the lockers. Suzy suddenly stopped, Jeanie halting a few feet behind, debating whether she should sit on the bench that ran between the rows of locker. Suzy fiddled with the lock on one before it swung open, acting surprisingly casual. Although, Jeanie did detect a slight sluggishness to Suzy's movements, feeling a sense of pride well up in her chest.

Suzy suddenly turned to her, her face neutral.

"Strip,"

It wasn't a request. Suzy's voice was soft but her tone was firm. Jeanie trembled, but it wasn't from fear. Slowly, Jeanie grabbed the hem of her stretchy top and pulled it over her head, revealing the black sports bra beneath it. She quickly reached back and unhooked it, maintaining eye contact with Suzy if only barely. The gazelle let out a quiet sigh as the bra came off, tossing it and her top aside as she tried to not think about how the tiger was able to see her nipples. The little rosey buds were stiff, aching for a big, rough tiger tongue to drag across them.

Suzy, however, seemed to be focused elsewhere.

"The rest, too."

Jeanie nodded, sliding her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She slowly worked the garment off her hips and down her legs. The gazelle could have gone quicker, but she wanted to tease things out just a little. Suzy expression was almost unreadable, save for the way her nostrils flared the farther down Jeanie's shorts went. Eventually, Jeanie kicked her shorts away, along with her socks and sneakers. Only a single, quite damn garment separated her from complete nudity.

Carefully, Jeanie peeled her soaked panties from her sodden cunt, slipping them down and off her legs. She was going to toss them aside as well when she heard Suzy speak again.

"Give them to me,"

Jeanie squirmed, partly from embarrassment, but also from the tingle that went up her spine from the command. She stood up straight and offered up her lacy, soiled panties to the tigress, who delicately plucked them from her hand. Suzy brought the panties to her nose, sniffing them like they were a bouquet of fresh roses. Finally, the stoney mask cracked as Suzy's lips stretched into a big smile.

"Ah..." She sighed happily before looking back at Jeanie, tossing the panties onto the bench. "Up,"

Carefully, Jeanie got up onto the bench. Even standing on it, she still wasn't level with Suzy, but she was able to look the tigress right in the nipples. She felt like she was on a pedestal, exposed even though it was just her and Suzy. She wanted to blush and over herself with her arms, but settled for just turning a very flattering shade of red.

Jeanie was just about to ask Suzy what to do next when the tigress suddenly reached out and picked up the gazelle like she was a sack of potatoes. Jeanie let out a yelp followed by a giddy laugh as she was lifted into the air. Part of Jeanie, the part most afraid of any kind of height beyond her normal one, wanted to tell Suzy to put her down. But the rest of her reasoned that now wasn't the time to argue with the seven-foot plus feline.

That and she kind of liked being manhandled.

Suzy cupped Jeanie's ass in her hands, her big palms acting as a seat while she squeezed the gazelle's plush cushion with her fingers. She brought Jeanie up to her face, groin first. An embarrassingly loud moan issued from Jeanie's throat as Suzy ran that wide, rough tongue over her wet cunt. She hunched over Suzy's head, holding onto a shoulder and an ear for support as slow, firm licks reduced her to little more that shivers and groans. Suzy adjusted her grip, moving one hand to Jeanie's side as she opened wide, glomping her mouth over Jeanie's pussy, tongue now licking her from butt to clit.

Jeanie's first orgasm of the night came quickly, a sharp gush of juices into Suzy's mouth which the tiger drank down without breaking the rhythm of her licks. It wasn't quite as spectacular as Suzy's had been, but it still left Jeanie's heart hammering against her ribcage. And then, Suzy suddenly stopped licking, eliciting a low groan from Jeanie.

Using Suzy's shoulder for support, Jeanie pushed herself up as best she could. She had a half-formed excuse for her quick trigger on her lips when Suzy decided to strike. She shoved her tongue into Jeanie's pussy, the thick oral muscled spreading the gazelle just as well as any cock. Jeanie gasped and bucked, unintentionally humping Suzy's face as the tigress's tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her. She whimpered as it became abundantly clear that she was completely at Suzy's mercy.

The thought pushed Jeanie into her next orgasm.

It felt like she was having a heart attack, or a dozen. Her muscles seized, her whole body shook, her poor pussy convulsed around the tongue inside her, trying to milk it like a cock. But it was better than any cock. As thick as a few of her toys, but warm and flexible, and the rough texture on one side made stars dance in front of her eyes. Jeanie moaned like a wanton slut, which she might have admitted to being if she was able to focus.

Suzy never gave her a moment of respite. Her tongue was always moving, always rubbing, thrusting, pressing. And when she pulled it out Jeanie felt both relieved and saddened. She tried to speak, but only an unintelligible gurgle came out. Suzy didn't seem to notice, licking Jeanie's thighs and belly, nibbling lightly on her partner. And the tigress somehow opened her jaws wider. Suzy swiped her tongue over Jeanie's cheeks as she effectively ate the gazelle's entire ass.

Jeanie had just enough clarity to giggle before Suzy's tongue came back into play.

---

Jeanie wasn't sure how much time had passed before Suzy finally laid her down on the bench. Her heart was racing, threatening to stop or burst whole and intact from her chest. She was panting, seemingly unable to get enough air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. She also felt sore. She had hardly done anything and yet her entire body felt like she had gone through the most vigorous workout of her life.

Maybe she had.

She looked bleary-eyed to Suzy. The tigress seemed to have hardly broken a sweat, rather casually wiping juices from her chin. But the clear wetness of her pussy betrayed her enjoyment.

"Worked up a pretty good sweat," Suzy said casually, like she hadn't just tongue-fucked a woman into a nearly comatose state. "Should probably hit the showers."

Jeanie weakly raised an arm and let out a tired warble that might have been a protest, her limb flopping back down after a moment. Suzy snorted softly, but smiled and easily picked Jeanie up, cradling the gazelle in her arms as she carried her to the showers. Jeanie groaned, content to spend the rest of her life like this, cheek resting against Suzy's right breast.

She registered the squeak of a faucet handle a moment before the water hit her. It was pleasantly warm, but she still jumped a little. Suzy chuckled and upped the strength of the stream, moving around to properly hose down both herself and Jeanie. Suzy moved Jeanie to one arm, freeing up a hand to clean with. She didn't use soap, instead just rubbing the warm water into Jeanie's fur and hair.

The shower was relatively quick and soon the faucet was squeaking again as the water was shut off. Suzy carried Jeanie back to the lockers, water dripping off them both. She pulled a fresh towel from her locker, using it one Jeanie first, drying her off. Jeanie felt a tinged embarrassed, being treated like she was but a small weak pet. Although, even if Suzy put her down she wasn't confident in her ability to stand on her own.

And she rather liked it.

Once Jeanie was more or less dry, Suzy laid her back down on the bench and then turned to her locker once more. Jeanie watched as the tigress pulled spare clothes out and got dressed, lucid enough to know she should probably be doing the same but too exhausted to actually do anything.

Suzy turned back to Jeanie, tugging her top into a more comfortable position. "Really worn out, huh?"

Jeanie managed a slight nod of her head.

Suzy chuckled. "I appreciate the ego stroking. Although, you are rather helpless..." Suzy grinned, showing off her teeth.

Jeanie felt those old prey instincts kick in, although she really couldn't muster the strength to do anything but breath slightly faster. She could only watch as Suzy reached into her locker again and pulled out a towel. The tigress folded it up and carefully tucked it under Jeanie's head.

"There, now you're helpless, but you're also a little more comfortable," Suzy snickered as she stood over Jeanie. "I just wanted to say, I really, really enjoyed tonight. Well worth the wait. Hell, I'm still all tingly from what you did to me back out there in the weight room."

A warm sense of pride welled in Jeanie's chest. She blushed and smiled, hoping that she could somehow keep Suzy from finding out that was her first proper time with a woman.

"Kinda pains me to leave you here all by yourself,"

Jeanie's smile became a slight frown.

Suzy chuckled again. "It's for your own good. I'm afraid if I stay here, or take you home, I'm gonna break you. Maybe once you build up your stamina we could revisit that. In the meantime..." Suzy leaned down and plucked Jeanie's previously discarded panties, bringing them up to her nose for a good sniff. "I think I'll hang on to these for a while."

Undergarments in hand, Suzy left, her footsteps fading as Jeanie laid prone on the bench. She knew she would have to get up and gather up her clothes at some point. She would probably have to call a cab to take her home as she didn't trust there were still bones in her legs. She was quite aware that if she fell asleep she would probably wake up to a crowd of well built women standing over her naked and helpless body-

Jeanie bit her lip. Maybe a nap was in order.