Resistance Training
"Now, let's stay relaxed," Deacon said calmly to the senior squirrel floating on her back. "Be calm, and let the water hold you." He hoped to be as soothing as possible to the old woman - she was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of simply floating. Deacon, as a wandering priest, knew early on that busking out on the streets does not pay any bills. Thankfully, he found a perfect opportunity to rectify this by joining up at Snake Edge gym, a beach-side center for working out and other health related activities. The fact that she was trying it despite her bad knee warmed Deacon's heart, which had him offer a free course for a couple of days.
The old Squirrel squeaked as soon as she felt water tickle the corner of her eye. She thrashed in a panic, falling down and splashing Deacon in the process. Thankfully, the attentive snake man had her hand in his the entire time. With a firm lift, Deacon lifted the wet squirrel back on her feet.
"Five seconds! That's progress, Wilma!" Deacon's words appeared to have soothed the older woman, for her look of disappointment softened after that. "That's our time for now, but we're getting somewhere! We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, so remember to do your stretches tonight." The gray-haired squirrel responded with a weary "Thank ya, baby." before kissing his cheek. Flattered, the handsome snake man helped her out of the pool and toward her changing room.
Once she was dressed and reunited with her cane, Deacon helped her out of the gym, and saw the old squirrel off with a wave. The wave of his hand was only a splash compared to the tidal wave of Wilma's shorts-covered rear. Deacon kept his smile, even as his mind went back to Wilma in her one piece swimsuit. The way it hugged her body, and sunk into those massive cheeks. He gave a silent prayer to Tlalocoatl, the Holy River, for blessing him with great self control.
Charlottesburg was known for its resorts and delicious eateries...at least, that was the public advertisement. The public decency laws in this city were so lax that people who grew up there had to question why other places banned prostitution. While he didn't live there himself, Deacon had been there long enough to form a complicated opinion of this city. It was good to be in a place where he could explore his sexuality, but it was hard to preach the good word of The Holy River to people who would rather praise what's between your legs.
Returning inside the gym, Deacon breathed a sigh of relief once the glass doors automatically slid closed. His golden eyes scanned the area from behind his glasses. Over half the machines were in use, and he could see many at the weight racks. Snake Edge gym was slowly starting to prosper in this den of hedonism known as Charlottesburg.
"Like, getting some good looks, DeeDee?"
The bubbly, happy voice of the countergirl broke Deacon out of his inner monologue. He made sure to hide his confusion of that nickname before smiling at the blonde-furred poodle. He sees her on Yoga nights often, and he once again had to thank the Holy River for his self-control because Lacey sure didn't have any. Deacon could bet that at least a third of the male clientele here wanted to confirm the rumors of 'A flexible poodle bimbo with poofy hair and a dumb smile' in the gym at night. Lacey openly, proudly, and feequently proves that the rumours are true.
"No, Lacey. Just thinking about how to kill time until the next appointment."
"Really?" Asked the curious poodle. "Well, why didn't ya just take that client to the break room and just fuck 'em?" The question pierced Deacon, making him wince. "I mean, it's totally fun! When I help the Yoga instructor out, there's been a couple of guys who-"
"¡Cállate, coño!"
Lacey blinks, seeing the sea snake hiss her way. She giggles, making her chest - a very large chest at that - bounce in her polo work shirt. A sigh escapes Deacon as he knows all too well of her 'relationships' with other gym-goers. There wasn't much he could do on that end - sex with clients was not taboo in many establishments in this modern day Sodom. All he could do is continue to provide something more substantial than a pornographic fantasy.
"!Mira! Watch my body! Keep the rhythm up! ¡Andale!"
In his quest to kill time, Deacon overhears Beza in the REC Room. With no sports scheduled, she had full access to the indoor basketball court to teach her Zumba class. He takes a glance inside, seeing his friend move her body to the sounds of reggaeton. The young priest smiled, happy to see that Beza was able to help people WITHOUT having to suplex another.
He smiles, watching her do her thing...especially the way she tended to bounce. Even in a sports bra, it wasn't enough to keep her bust down. Those nylon pants she wore too...Beza was VERY aware of that clothing's effect on her legs and rear, and used it to keep her audience enticed, as well as use them to catch Deacon's eye time to time. He wasn't sure if she noticed him but Beza grinned and turned around, letting her rear be the center of Deacon's attention as she rolled her hips from left and right. The other dancers followed along, making every rear from the perky to the fat to dance with her. Deacon closed his eyes, turning away. Any more staring and he might look indecent in his own shorts...!
"Hey now!" said a loud voice. "Can't be ogling your coworkers on the clock!"
The exclamation made Deacon wince, turning his head back to see the source of the yelling. Before him stood two men, twin tiger sharks, looking at Deacon with crossed arms: The Stoic Ralph and the Electrifying Ray. They were the owners of the Snake Edge gym, and they certainly looked the part. Both were shredded, muscular sharks, with the whole swole package: amazingly muscled arms, strong legs, tight muscle shirts, round yet muscular butts, and firm pecs that was causing Deacon's shorts to get tight. Deacon could only smile sheepishly as he waved toward the approaching Bosses.
"Lookin' bored, my guy!" teased the boisterous brother. Ray was identified by his many piercings on his dorsal fin, and other places if one were to look at his chest. "What, need something to take your mind off of things?" While he asked, Ray layid an arm around Deacon's shoulder, and pulled him in... to press his face against his chest. The feeling of all that man titty caused Deacon to gasp, and he fought to pull away from the embrace of that muscle-man titty. The grinning shark flexed his chest, while Ralph, the brother who wore wristbands and a choker merely stared at the flustered snake.
To say that Deacon was intimidated by these beefsharks would be a lie - although they were built bigger than he, both of the shark brothers were the same height as Deacon. They were also initiated into the Holy River months ago when Deacon had just begun working at Snake Edge. Despite this, Deacon usually tried to stay out of their way for the relentless flirting Ray subjected him to. Ray has never been shy about what he liked, and he demonstrated by lifting his arms behind his head and bounced his chest for the flustered, blushing Deacon.
"No, guys," Deacon managed to stammer out. "I'm just grabbing a snack before my next set of clients." Thankfully for Deacon, they too had a sense of duty to not let sex distract their work. However, when they wee off the clock these two were definitely on the prowl, especially for a sweetheart like Deacon.
Ray chuckled, lowering his arms. Ralph made a sound that Deacon could only guess was disappointment.
"Ah, didn't know," chirped Ray with a shrug. "Sorry, bud! I won't hold ya up!" Deacon thanked Ray, and sighed in relief. He walked past the two tiger sharks, only to feel a strong grip on his shoulder, stopping him. The cool-blooded priest trembled as he felt Ray's snout press against his snout to whisper in his ear : "If you ever want to ride the waves just hit me up pal..." There was no subtlety in Ray's words.
Ray then walked off, with Ralph following closely behind. Just as he thought the lust was over, Deacon then felt his leg get brushed upon by a shark' tail. Deacon looked back, only to see Ralph pause, and adjust his shorts to wedge into the crack, outlining the swell of his ass. Ralph didn't look back, but his sway went slower to make sure Deacon saw every sway of his firm, steely cheeks. Deacon blushed, walking away as the visions of these two hulking men flaunting their bodies followed him.
By the time Deacon got a chance to rest, he was in critical condition. His shorts could not hide the girth of his endowments, and he had no time to pleasure himself, considering the mess he'd make. Sitting alone in the break room, Deacon was downing a gourd of water...Until the door opened.
To his surprise, it was Ralph. Deacon held back a groan knowing he couldn't take anymore abuse, but Ralph gave him a new reason to worry as he revealed to Deacon the situation.
"You have a visitor."
The next client was supposed to be a tigress, but Deacon sees that his visitor wasn't a tiger, or a feline at all! Instead, The gawking Deacon was met with a towering Orca whale, who he had no idea who it was. The Orca had Ray AND Beza held at arms length, keeping them at bay as they tried to throw this huge woman out. She turned her head to face Deacon, and a glint appeared in her red eyes as she grinned.
"...So there you are!" the massive Orca exclaimed in her Husky voice. "I heard from the Port that some blue snake with glasses took down some local punks with Magic."
This woman tossed Ray and Beza aside, causing both of them to yelp as she walked up to the stunned Deacon. She had to be a foot taller than him.
"Sounds like a load of crap to me, but I'm willing to spend an afternoon busting some myths~."
Deacon was speechless. The Orca woman cracked her knuckles in preparation for a fight, and he was just staring at this woman in disbelief. Granted, this thing was wholly unbelievable to begin with, considering that this woman may as well have walked out of his wet dreams!
This woman is a brickhouse, sporting a healthy paunch of belly that likely hid a firm core underneath. Her breasts were large - almost larger than his own head - and they made subtle jiggles even when she breathed! Her extremities were clearly bulked too; Her mentioning of the sea port likely meant that she was physically strengthened from a good amount of hard labor in her life. All of this was combined with the fact that this woman was dressed as skimpy as one could be!
The only thing she deigned to wear was a pair of daisy dukes that weren't even worn right! Strained by what he could guess was a MASSIVE rear, Deacon could see that the only thing keeping this sharp-toothed babe decent was a thong…and that didn't hide the outline of her thick mound below. The only thing she had left on her body was a belt, and that was secured over her well endowed chest. Naturally, it did nothing to hide the large, black areola on her white-skinned breast.
"WELL?! You gonna just stand there and let me hit ya?!"
Her call to violence had her point to the awestruck Deacon. She wanted to have a brawl, but that hidden snake within his shorts wanted something else from her. The worst part? This is exactly what he needed. He had no outlet for his lust, but this luscious, brutal woman…would she be interested in a different type of confrontation? The insanity of this situation, added to her obvious sex appeal gave him no choice: he'd have to slide his way into her good graces somehow!
"...By the River, give me strength."
The old Squirrel squeaked as soon as she felt water tickle the corner of her eye. She thrashed in a panic, falling down and splashing Deacon in the process. Thankfully, the attentive snake man had her hand in his the entire time. With a firm lift, Deacon lifted the wet squirrel back on her feet.
"Five seconds! That's progress, Wilma!" Deacon's words appeared to have soothed the older woman, for her look of disappointment softened after that. "That's our time for now, but we're getting somewhere! We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, so remember to do your stretches tonight." The gray-haired squirrel responded with a weary "Thank ya, baby." before kissing his cheek. Flattered, the handsome snake man helped her out of the pool and toward her changing room.
Once she was dressed and reunited with her cane, Deacon helped her out of the gym, and saw the old squirrel off with a wave. The wave of his hand was only a splash compared to the tidal wave of Wilma's shorts-covered rear. Deacon kept his smile, even as his mind went back to Wilma in her one piece swimsuit. The way it hugged her body, and sunk into those massive cheeks. He gave a silent prayer to Tlalocoatl, the Holy River, for blessing him with great self control.
Charlottesburg was known for its resorts and delicious eateries...at least, that was the public advertisement. The public decency laws in this city were so lax that people who grew up there had to question why other places banned prostitution. While he didn't live there himself, Deacon had been there long enough to form a complicated opinion of this city. It was good to be in a place where he could explore his sexuality, but it was hard to preach the good word of The Holy River to people who would rather praise what's between your legs.
Returning inside the gym, Deacon breathed a sigh of relief once the glass doors automatically slid closed. His golden eyes scanned the area from behind his glasses. Over half the machines were in use, and he could see many at the weight racks. Snake Edge gym was slowly starting to prosper in this den of hedonism known as Charlottesburg.
"Like, getting some good looks, DeeDee?"
The bubbly, happy voice of the countergirl broke Deacon out of his inner monologue. He made sure to hide his confusion of that nickname before smiling at the blonde-furred poodle. He sees her on Yoga nights often, and he once again had to thank the Holy River for his self-control because Lacey sure didn't have any. Deacon could bet that at least a third of the male clientele here wanted to confirm the rumors of 'A flexible poodle bimbo with poofy hair and a dumb smile' in the gym at night. Lacey openly, proudly, and feequently proves that the rumours are true.
"No, Lacey. Just thinking about how to kill time until the next appointment."
"Really?" Asked the curious poodle. "Well, why didn't ya just take that client to the break room and just fuck 'em?" The question pierced Deacon, making him wince. "I mean, it's totally fun! When I help the Yoga instructor out, there's been a couple of guys who-"
"¡Cállate, coño!"
Lacey blinks, seeing the sea snake hiss her way. She giggles, making her chest - a very large chest at that - bounce in her polo work shirt. A sigh escapes Deacon as he knows all too well of her 'relationships' with other gym-goers. There wasn't much he could do on that end - sex with clients was not taboo in many establishments in this modern day Sodom. All he could do is continue to provide something more substantial than a pornographic fantasy.
"!Mira! Watch my body! Keep the rhythm up! ¡Andale!"
In his quest to kill time, Deacon overhears Beza in the REC Room. With no sports scheduled, she had full access to the indoor basketball court to teach her Zumba class. He takes a glance inside, seeing his friend move her body to the sounds of reggaeton. The young priest smiled, happy to see that Beza was able to help people WITHOUT having to suplex another.
He smiles, watching her do her thing...especially the way she tended to bounce. Even in a sports bra, it wasn't enough to keep her bust down. Those nylon pants she wore too...Beza was VERY aware of that clothing's effect on her legs and rear, and used it to keep her audience enticed, as well as use them to catch Deacon's eye time to time. He wasn't sure if she noticed him but Beza grinned and turned around, letting her rear be the center of Deacon's attention as she rolled her hips from left and right. The other dancers followed along, making every rear from the perky to the fat to dance with her. Deacon closed his eyes, turning away. Any more staring and he might look indecent in his own shorts...!
"Hey now!" said a loud voice. "Can't be ogling your coworkers on the clock!"
The exclamation made Deacon wince, turning his head back to see the source of the yelling. Before him stood two men, twin tiger sharks, looking at Deacon with crossed arms: The Stoic Ralph and the Electrifying Ray. They were the owners of the Snake Edge gym, and they certainly looked the part. Both were shredded, muscular sharks, with the whole swole package: amazingly muscled arms, strong legs, tight muscle shirts, round yet muscular butts, and firm pecs that was causing Deacon's shorts to get tight. Deacon could only smile sheepishly as he waved toward the approaching Bosses.
"Lookin' bored, my guy!" teased the boisterous brother. Ray was identified by his many piercings on his dorsal fin, and other places if one were to look at his chest. "What, need something to take your mind off of things?" While he asked, Ray layid an arm around Deacon's shoulder, and pulled him in... to press his face against his chest. The feeling of all that man titty caused Deacon to gasp, and he fought to pull away from the embrace of that muscle-man titty. The grinning shark flexed his chest, while Ralph, the brother who wore wristbands and a choker merely stared at the flustered snake.
To say that Deacon was intimidated by these beefsharks would be a lie - although they were built bigger than he, both of the shark brothers were the same height as Deacon. They were also initiated into the Holy River months ago when Deacon had just begun working at Snake Edge. Despite this, Deacon usually tried to stay out of their way for the relentless flirting Ray subjected him to. Ray has never been shy about what he liked, and he demonstrated by lifting his arms behind his head and bounced his chest for the flustered, blushing Deacon.
"No, guys," Deacon managed to stammer out. "I'm just grabbing a snack before my next set of clients." Thankfully for Deacon, they too had a sense of duty to not let sex distract their work. However, when they wee off the clock these two were definitely on the prowl, especially for a sweetheart like Deacon.
Ray chuckled, lowering his arms. Ralph made a sound that Deacon could only guess was disappointment.
"Ah, didn't know," chirped Ray with a shrug. "Sorry, bud! I won't hold ya up!" Deacon thanked Ray, and sighed in relief. He walked past the two tiger sharks, only to feel a strong grip on his shoulder, stopping him. The cool-blooded priest trembled as he felt Ray's snout press against his snout to whisper in his ear : "If you ever want to ride the waves just hit me up pal..." There was no subtlety in Ray's words.
Ray then walked off, with Ralph following closely behind. Just as he thought the lust was over, Deacon then felt his leg get brushed upon by a shark' tail. Deacon looked back, only to see Ralph pause, and adjust his shorts to wedge into the crack, outlining the swell of his ass. Ralph didn't look back, but his sway went slower to make sure Deacon saw every sway of his firm, steely cheeks. Deacon blushed, walking away as the visions of these two hulking men flaunting their bodies followed him.
By the time Deacon got a chance to rest, he was in critical condition. His shorts could not hide the girth of his endowments, and he had no time to pleasure himself, considering the mess he'd make. Sitting alone in the break room, Deacon was downing a gourd of water...Until the door opened.
To his surprise, it was Ralph. Deacon held back a groan knowing he couldn't take anymore abuse, but Ralph gave him a new reason to worry as he revealed to Deacon the situation.
"You have a visitor."
The next client was supposed to be a tigress, but Deacon sees that his visitor wasn't a tiger, or a feline at all! Instead, The gawking Deacon was met with a towering Orca whale, who he had no idea who it was. The Orca had Ray AND Beza held at arms length, keeping them at bay as they tried to throw this huge woman out. She turned her head to face Deacon, and a glint appeared in her red eyes as she grinned.
"...So there you are!" the massive Orca exclaimed in her Husky voice. "I heard from the Port that some blue snake with glasses took down some local punks with Magic."
This woman tossed Ray and Beza aside, causing both of them to yelp as she walked up to the stunned Deacon. She had to be a foot taller than him.
"Sounds like a load of crap to me, but I'm willing to spend an afternoon busting some myths~."
Deacon was speechless. The Orca woman cracked her knuckles in preparation for a fight, and he was just staring at this woman in disbelief. Granted, this thing was wholly unbelievable to begin with, considering that this woman may as well have walked out of his wet dreams!
This woman is a brickhouse, sporting a healthy paunch of belly that likely hid a firm core underneath. Her breasts were large - almost larger than his own head - and they made subtle jiggles even when she breathed! Her extremities were clearly bulked too; Her mentioning of the sea port likely meant that she was physically strengthened from a good amount of hard labor in her life. All of this was combined with the fact that this woman was dressed as skimpy as one could be!
The only thing she deigned to wear was a pair of daisy dukes that weren't even worn right! Strained by what he could guess was a MASSIVE rear, Deacon could see that the only thing keeping this sharp-toothed babe decent was a thong…and that didn't hide the outline of her thick mound below. The only thing she had left on her body was a belt, and that was secured over her well endowed chest. Naturally, it did nothing to hide the large, black areola on her white-skinned breast.
"WELL?! You gonna just stand there and let me hit ya?!"
Her call to violence had her point to the awestruck Deacon. She wanted to have a brawl, but that hidden snake within his shorts wanted something else from her. The worst part? This is exactly what he needed. He had no outlet for his lust, but this luscious, brutal woman…would she be interested in a different type of confrontation? The insanity of this situation, added to her obvious sex appeal gave him no choice: he'd have to slide his way into her good graces somehow!
"...By the River, give me strength."
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