[Web Res] Furry Wife of the Week: Gym Loona 2 (Single Panel) (Patreon)

This one took way longer than I planned, but I’m really glad it’s finally done. I chipped away at it whenever I could, so when I finally had a proper stretch of time I could just push through and finish it. Hope you like how she turned out

Short Story

The Gym Brat, Part 2

The gym emptied the second the closed sign swung into place. Clothes lay scattered across the mats, your faded tank top and her skimpy microbikini pieces among them. An audible plap echoed every time your hips met hers under the harsh fluorescent lights. Two hundred bucks sat waiting on the counter, the bet she had thrown out herself when her overconfidence got the better of her. Endurance only. No protection. She had called condoms cheating, said anyone could last longer with one on. Her folds felt too good to argue about it.

You started with her straddling you on the weight bench. For a solid five minutes she kept that sharp mouth running, cynical as ever, the short temper still right there on the surface. She rolled her hips in slow, lazy circles, looking down at your soft belly with open disgust, red eyes half-lidded in pure boredom. One paw rested on your chest like she was barely putting in effort while the other flicked her silver hair out of her face. 

“I’ve fucked better dildos than this pathetic thing.” 

“My boyfriend wrecks me harder every night and doesn’t even break a sweat, old man.” 

She leaned in close, voice dripping pure venom as she whispered the last one with a mean little smirk. “Is that soft gut even connected to a real cock, fatty? Because I can barely feel a damn thing. Pathetic.”

You let her talk. Then you used the very thing she had mocked. Both paws locked firm under her thighs, you heaved upward with every soft pound of your beer belly driving the thrust. The weighty force slammed deep and stayed planted. Her taunts died mid-sentence. The loud hellhound went quiet. Eyes rolled, tongue lolling in pure ahegao while you held her upright, legs folded tight against her chest. She clung to your shoulders like the floor might vanish beneath her, those prominent abs still rippling hard with every commanding breath she struggled to take, big breasts bouncing heavily against the strain.

“Still think I’m just some soft fatty, you little brat?” you growled, voice low and hard as you watched her come undone.

“Nnnnhhh… Noo… fuck… so deep…!” was all she managed, the words broken and breathless as her body shook.

A sudden wet gush erupted between you, her juices spraying out in a messy, forceful jet that soaked your gut and the bench beneath. Her whole frame seized hard, convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her without warning. You pulled back just far enough to watch it pulse out of her in thick spurts, then buried yourself again without mercy, chasing that shattered look far more than your own edge. Mid-life stamina burned low and the heat was building fast, but watching her break gave you so much more satisfaction than finishing ever could. You kept the pace relentless, every thrust grinding that soft gut against her core, forcing another full-body tremor through her.

When the edge finally became too sharp, you popped free with a slick sound. Her gaping folds dripped thick and heavy onto the mat, body still trembling, that once-cocky expression nowhere in sight.

“Good girl,” you said, chest heaving. “Now get on your knees and open that smart mouth. Time for your protein shake.”

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