AKA - Working Up A Sweat
“Nnnnghh!!... Mmffff!!... Nnnnaaahhhh!!!”
With every hard push of his muscular biceps, the minotaur had to keep his composure as best as he could while pumping iron. Several thick, fifty-pound weights were hanging at both ends of the barbell, which made each push of his arms test every fiber of his muscles. He was able to count the cycles in his head, but he still needed to grit his teeth by the time he reached thirty of his usual fifty bars. And since he was reaching close to the end of his morning workout routine, he was already sweating profusely enough to thoroughly mat every inch of his blue fur.
“Nnnnghhhhh…” The minotaur paused briefly enough while the bar was bearing down over his thick, muscular chest, which allowed him to re-grip the cold metal with his taped fingers. Unlike many of the creatures that reside around Equestria -- aside from gryphons and dragons -- Iron Will was able to keep a steady grip on weights due to having opposable digits. Despite how thick the iron bar may have been, his fingers were able to wrap comfortably around it and still press into his sweaty palms. After letting out a grunted breath through his nostrils, Iron Will resumed the strenuous pumps that made his muscles tense up, and thick veins to be seen through his fur with every motion.
Since it was so early in the morning, the minotaur was the only guy using the Canterlot Castle gym around that time. The space was usually occupied by members of the Canterlot Royal Guard, or any members of the castle staff who were wanting to get a good workout between shifts. But since Iron Will was giving a free health seminar in accordance with Princess Twilight’s charity event -- both as thanks for the alicorn’s efforts, and an apology for his past behavior -- he was given free access to the gym while staying in the castle. He usually didn’t perform his workouts this early, but the last thing he wanted to do was interfere with any of the Guards’ tight schedules; and given how… intensely serious he took his regimen, he didn’t want to freak out anypony from how hard he was using their machines.
Iron Will was groaning hard through gritted teeth, with his rumbling voice echoing in the spacious room. Because of his constant noises, he wasn’t able to overhear the light pitter-patter of bare feet as they came down the hall towards the gym. Spike, the Royal Advisor to Princess Twilight (as well as many other terms from various men all throughout Equestria), was carrying a chipper smile as he walked by himself down the hallway. The little purple dragon wasn’t expecting any attention this early in the morning, so his workout outfit was fairly lax in comparison to his skimpier getup; all he had on was a bright green headband, some baggy grey sweat-shorts, and a white tanktop over his pudgy chest.
When Spike first moved back into Canterlot Castle, he was determined to build up his strength after being held hostage by the Legion of Doom. At first, he used to hold his workouts at around the same time as the Royal Guards; but after numerous instances of getting “distracted,” he agreed to change his schedule after Twilight berated him for how many times castle staff had to clean up after his orgies with numerous soldiers. Not to mention, despite how satisfying it felt to get railed by stallion after stallion in the locker room, Spike was aware that he wasn’t building up any muscle from it all. So in an effort to maintain a steady schedule, Spike enjoyed the brief serenity of working out earlier than any of the Guards. “Aaaaahhhh…” Spike took a long swig from his water bottle, before walking into the gym with an innocent smile. “Nothing like some good hydration before a--NNGHHH!!!”
The moment Spike walked through the doorway, he froze with his eyes bulging when he entered the not-so-empty gym. Iron Will was laying away from Spike on the bench-weights, and continuing to show off his bulging muscles as he finished his reps. Much like Spike, the minotaur was wearing a dark blue tank and black gym shorts; but unlike the blushing dragon, who dropped his water bottle in stunned silence, Iron Will’s clothes were absolutely drenched in sweat, and clinging to his muscular body as tightly as a coat of paint.
Even though Iron Will was working out by himself, it seemed that his intense workout regimen had encased the entire gym in a thick mist of his ripe, heady musk. Spike couldn’t help flaring out his nostrils while standing at the doorway, catching the sweaty aroma that left the air damp and muggy. Each breath he took of that musk hit his senses like a brick to the face, catching him completely off-guard. Iron Will seemed completely oblivious to how badly he reeked of his sweat, as well as the fact that Spike was standing right behind him with a smitten look on his blushing face.
“Ho… H-Holy…” Spike wasn’t planning to do anything too ‘recreational’ this early in the morning, but the sight of Iron Will working out caused him to shiver like a fallen leaf. He may have known of the minotaur’s previous behavior, both to Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy; but at the same time, his recent charity efforts were helping Spike feel much less guilty about gawking at him in that moment. He could see every hard twitch of those bulging muscles each time Iron Will’s arms stretched upward, hoisting up those weights like an absolute titon. And even while covered in blue fur, the amount of sweat dripping off his multiple curves left him glistening from head to hooves like polished bronze.
“Nnnghh!!~” Spike groaned as he cupped his claws over his crotch, as he grew painfully hard in an instant from Iron Will’s presence alone. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his muscular physique, or that intoxicatingly heavy musk that filled his lungs with every breath he took. But much to the dragon’s perverted shock, it seemed that the mere presence of that sweaty minotaur was getting him riled-up like nothing else. If it was any other time in the day, Spike would’ve gladly accepted (or even insisted) on a good reaming from a brute like him however he pleased; but since this was meant to be his personal time, Spike shuddered with a deep blush, and tried his hardest not to get too horny this early in the morning.
“Forty eight… Forty nine… aaaannnnd FIFTY!” Iron Will let out a deep, guttural groan as he finally pulled those barbells high over his head, and loaded the bar back in place safely. He grunted as he lifted himself up from the bench, and let out a deeply satisfied sigh. As he sat upright on the machine, the minotaur stretched out his arms to help quell his aching muscles. But from Spike’s point of view right behind him, the sight of those bulging biceps -- as well as his thick back pectorals and rock-hard glutes -- caused him to cup his crotch even tighter with both claws.
“Nnnnffffff!!~” Spike scurried away from the minotaur as soon as he let out that heated groan, but was able to disappear before Iron Will overheard him. The sweaty brute turned his head around in confusion, only to see Spike’s water bottle abandoned on the floor. Meanwhile behind a rack of dumbbells, Spike was panting heavily with a rosy-red blush on his face, and his little cock leaving a very evident tent in his grey shorts. He knew that Iron Will heard him, but he didn’t want to get caught staring at him like a little pervert; unfortunately, that was easier said than done as he muttered under his breath, “J-Jeeze… what the heck is he doing here?~”
Spike may have known that Iron Will was staying here, and even talked with him a couple times casually enough. But in those few brief instances, the two were both too busy with their tasks around the castle to really say much. Sure, Spike definitely took notice of the minotaur’s buff figure, but his knowledge of what happened on that cruise ship left him apprehensive at best. But as of now, after getting a good whiff of that manly musk and seeing just how imposing those muscles appeared, the little dragon couldn’t think about anything else but getting a proper taste. Unfortunately, since he chose to hide from the burly minotaur in a meager attempt to keep his own workout untainted, Spike was forced to cringe when he overheard him say, “H-Huh? Who’s there?”
Iron Will got up from the weight-bench, and picked up the water bottle in confusion. Meanwhile, Spike was trying to stay hidden while biting his claw to muffle any heated groans. His other claw was needily groping at the large tent his shorts were sporting, which only grew harder as his cock twitched with every additional breath. He had no idea what was in minotaur musk, but it was leaving him extremely horny without warning. Not to mention, if he were to glance over the dumbbells he was hiding behind, he’d likely moan out from how tightly Iron Will’s gym clothes were clinging to his bulky form.
“Hmm?” The minotaur turned around when he overheard something, which better exposed the massive bulge in his tight gym shorts. Iron Will may have been flaccid, but the thick outline of his cock was rather obvious against the stretchy black fabric. Even his tanktop, which he had tucked into his shorts, had enough sweat clinging to the material to flaunt his toned, rock-hard abs. Spike wasn’t wanting to see how the minotaur looked on the front, since he got so riled-up from just getting a brief glimpse from behind; but alas, despite trying to hide behind that rack of dumbbells, Spike forgot that he was also right in front of the massive mirror that took up the entire wall. Because of that, his jaw dropped when he saw that sweaty brute in all his muscled glory.
Of course, the little dragon also blushed profusely when he met eye-contact with Iron Will, as he was able to see Spike through the reflection. “What the?!”
Spike gasped in horror, but he wasn’t able to scurry away before the minotaur reached down with a hand, and effortlessly picked him up by the back of his tanktop. Spike was left dangling in Iron Will’s grip, and he tried to give a nervous smile to show innocence. However, his heavy blush, combined with both of his claws trying to conceal his tenting crotch, said much otherwise to the confused minotaur. “Uhhhhh… H-Hey, Iron Will. Heh heh…”
“Ummm… Hello?” Iron Will had just finished his final reps, so he was more confused than anything else. He tilted his head while staring at the nervous-looking dragon. “Do… Do you usually spy on guys in the gym like this? I’d figure you wouldn’t need to do that, what with the reputation you have~”
Iron Will wasn’t trying to flirt, since he was too tired and sweaty to really think like that about the dragon. However, that knowing statement, combined with his weak chuckle, prompted Spike to squirm with an embarrassed look. “I-I wasn’t trying to spy on you, sir,” he mumbled truthfully. “I was just, uhhhhh… I saw you were in here already, and I… I wanted to wait until you left so I wouldn’t disturb you. H-Honest!”
Spike tried to throw his claws up with that last word to emphasize his sincerity. Unfortunately, Iron Will’s eyes shot wide-open when he saw the obvious tent from Spike’s grey shorts. The dragon realized his mistake too late, and gasped before re-covering his erection with his claws. “Uhhh… Heh heh heh…” His nervous smile could only widen while blushing heavily. “That… That’s quite a problem with sweatpants, huh?~”
“Hmph~” Instead of looking offended, Iron Will merely huffed with a piqued smirk on his muzzle. Despite how exhausting that workout session was for him, he wasn’t too tired to see a golden opportunity. Spike’s eyes widened when he caught the sight of that coy-looking grin, as well as when the minotaur motioned his head downward. When Spike’s emerald eyes veered down slowly, getting a good look at that muscular and sweaty body for all it was worth, his mouth went agape when he saw the growing bulge in his shorts.
Even though it wasn’t fully erect just yet, to say that Iron Will’s endowment was impressive would’ve been an understatement. His shorts didn’t even reach halfway down to his knee, so the plump bulge of his cockhead was nearly touching the bottom hem. His thick, meaty shaft could be seen clear as day, clinging to the inside of his right thigh, with the fabric hugging every inch as it throbbed to life. The stretchy material may have been dark, but Spike could still spot the faint vein-lines that went down the length of Iron Will’s shaft. And with every second the dragon spent staring at that meaty rod, his mouth began to water when he saw it pulsating to get thicker before his eyes.
“H… H-Holy…”
That unfinished remark was the only thing to come out of Spike’s mouth. Iron Will chuckled with a wider grin, and asked tauntingly, “You still claim you’re not checking me out, kiddo?”
“I-I’m not a kid,” he quickly muttered out of instinct; Spike may have been small enough to be mistaken for someone much younger, but his promiscuous reputation made him clarify that detail much more than he’d prefer. Even though it was difficult for him to avert his eyes from that intimidatingly thick cock in Iron Will’s shorts, he looked back up at him to clarify shakily, “I… I’m actually above the legal age of--”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” remarked Iron Will with a roll of his eyes. “Twilight told me that when I came here. I saw you sucking one of the Guard’s cocks outside the castle~”
Spike’s blush deepened even more, and he shuddered in embarrassment while still dangling from his collar. He was able to recall that moment fairly well, since he was still wiping his mouth just before being introduced to the minotaur by Twilight shortly afterwards; but aside from a firm lecture in private about not servicing stallions outdoors, Twilight didn’t really mind what he did when he was on break from his Royal Advisor duties. Of course, considering where he was now, Spike could only give a sheepish smile to the minotaur before him. “Heh~ I, uhhh… I was kinda planning to work out here alone so that wouldn’t happen…”
“Oh, were you now?~” Even though he wouldn’t have minded leaving the dragon be, Iron Will was able to see how riled-up Spike got from watching him work out. He glanced over at the doorway of the gym, only to see a vacant hallway. He had no idea if anybody else was going to come by; but if Spike’s claim was true, there was a good chance that no stallions would show up for a while. Because of that, the minotaur looked back at Spike before asking, “So… would you be alright with me leaving then? Because I wouldn’t mind helping you with that little issue you’re trying to hide with your claws~”
Spike squirmed with a needy groan, which made Iron Will chuckle even louder in response. The dragon made another glance down at Iron Will’s bulge, only to see that his cock had grown tremendously inside of those shorts. In fact, it looked like the head was just about to spring out from the bottom like a snake emerging from the grass. Spike really wasn’t planning to do anything sexual this early, but his toes curled up tightly from the thought of tasting that sweaty cock. But after closing his eyes, and letting out a hard shudder to clear his lust-addled mind, Spike tried his hardest to dismiss the minotaur’s offer politely.
“Ummm… T-To be honest, I… I’d rather help clean you up with my tongue~ EEP!!”
Spike quickly covered his mouth with both claws, his eyes wide-open from the shock of what he just said. He was meaning to say that he’d rather let Iron Will clean up in the showers, but his dirty head took over to jumble his words. Since he wasn’t covering his crotch anymore, the tent in his shorts was twitching with a noticeable dark stain right at the tip. Meanwhile, Iron Will grinned wide enough to show off his pearly whites. “Oh, really now?”
The minotaur caught Spike by surprise as he lifted him up even higher, and brought him right up to his face. Iron Will stared him down with a hungry grin, and narrowed his eyes when he asked, “Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, I were to accept your generous offer… Where would you wanna lick first?~”
Spike’s face was as red as a beet, and he shivered with his eyes growing half-lidded in arousal. Workout regimen or not, he wasn’t able to turn down Iron Will’s proposition if he tried. So instead of trying to dismiss his question, or even try to leave the gym and come back later, the slutty dragon let his lust take over while his wings were fully erect from his back. “Y… Your ass~”
Iron Will’s eyes shot wide-open, not predicting that Spike would wanna slip his tongue there of all places. Given how badly he was eying his cock, the minotaur was expecting a quick blowjob from this scaley slut. Not to mention, his ass was practically drenched in sweat from how hard he had been working out this morning. However, since he remembered to shower before beginning his routine, Iron Will knew that the dragon would only be dealing with sweat down there. So despite his ripe muskiness, he only replied with a firm nod of his head. “Sounds good to me~”
As soon as he let go of Spike’s shirt, the little dragon hovered in the air with his wings fluttering like a hummingbird. Iron Will walked back towards the weight bench, and pulled off his tanktop effortlessly to show off his glistening muscles. Spike’s eyes fluttered with a heavy moan, his little cock throbbing hard from the sight of all those firm, gorgeous curves shimmering in a thick sheen of his sweat. Of course, when Iron Will got his knees on the bench, and leaned over to get in a presented stance, he didn’t show any shame when he pulled down those tight, soaked shorts.
“Aaaahhhh!!~” Spike’s body locked up when he got a good view of that rock-hard ass being fully exposed before him. The minotaur’s cheeks looked as firm as the iron weights above him, and were probably equally as tight. He may have been a furry fellow, but it would’ve been near-impossible to tell from how much sweat smoothed down his blue coat. Those toned cheeks were glistening under the fluorescent lights, and his bovine tail lifted right up without hesitation. Spike wasn’t sure how long he was hovering in the air with that slack-jawed stare, but it was long enough for Iron Will to make the first move.
“Nnnnghhhhh…” He reached back with both hands, and gripped his hard cheeks tightly enough to pry them apart. Spike nearly fell to the floor when he saw the minotaur’s tight, sweaty hole nestled between those waiting cheeks. Iron Will looked back at him with a hungry stare, and asked teasingly, “You gonna stay there all day, Spike? Or are you gonna eat me out?~”
“NNNFFFFF!!!~” Spike didn’t show any hesitation as he lunged in, his wings fluttering as wildly as the needy throbs of his cock. Spike had never felt so turned on in his life so quickly, and it drove him to barrel in face-first like a horny kamikazee. His little claws grabbed both of those cheeks as tightly as he could, only to feel like he was grasping two pieces of stone from how firm Iron Will’s muscles were. Spike bent in with his eyes blissfully closed, and he dug his snout into the minotaur’s crack to smell his sweat at its absolute muskiest. “HHHHFFFFFFFF!!!~”
Spike already knew he was gonna be in for it, since Iron Will’s solo workout left the entire gym reeking of sweat by himself. But the instant he took that first deep breath of his ripe, heady aroma unfiltered, Spike’s eyes rolled back as he let out an intense groan. “NNNNGHHHHH!!! A-A-AAAHHHHHH!!~”
Spike may have been a well-experienced slut, but even he had his weaknesses sometimes. Without warning, the little dragon’s arousal reached its premature peak the instant his lungs were flooded with Iron Will’s raw musk. His sweaty ass proved to be too intense for the horny dragon to handle, and his cock erupted to shoot out several spurts inside of his shorts. Due to how badly he was getting riled-up, Spike’s unexpected cumshots were powerful enough to actually shoot through the fabric and drape across the bench. “OHHHHHHH!!!~”
“Hmm?” Iron Will looked back at him confusedly, and he went bug-eyed when he saw Spike shooting his load from that first sniff. “Oh, SHIT!!~”
“Aaaahhhh!!~” Spike’s eyes clenched shut as he belted out that weak-sounding cry, and he pulled a claw back to grasp at his soaked tent. The dragon wasn’t able to stop himself from cumming prematurely, so all he could do was tug at his little cock to get the rest of his load out in his shorts. He was shuddering like mad, and his breaths were as faint and rapid as an exhausted puppy. Nevertheless, since his breaths were still giving him strong doses of Iron Will’s musk upclose, he was still blushing hard by the time he looked back at the minotaur. “D… D-Don’t worry, dude… I’ll be fine~”
“Pbbt!~” Iron Will had to keep from laughing when he saw what happened, not expecting for Spike to have such a strong reaction to his musk. Even though he hadn’t even felt that tongue yet, he didn’t look disappointed as he shrugged his muscular shoulders. “Hey, it’s alright. I know it happens to a lot of gu--HNNNGHHHHHH!!!~”
Before he could finish his reassuring statement, Iron Will was caught off-guard by Spike lunging in tongue-first between his cheeks. His body locked up as he let out a lumbering moan, and he bent down on the bench with his eyes clenched tightly shut. Meanwhile, Spike kept a tight grip on both of the minotaur’s cheeks with his claws, and dug his face as far as he could into his sweaty crack. He may have still been twitching from that sudden orgasm, but the overbearing scent of that musk was way too powerful to ignore so easily. Even as his shorts were still dripping from his unexpected load, Spike’s little cock remained surprisingly rigid as he shoved his face in, and hungrily dragged his tongue against that tight, puckering minotaur hole.
“NNNGHHHH!!~” As if the sheer smell of Iron Will’s musk wasn’t powerful enough, Spike’s reptilian tongue practically stung the instant it made contact with that ripe, sweaty hole. The taste of Iron Will’s musk was overbearingly strong, and the little dragon’s eyes rolled back even further as he moaned out muffledly between his cheeks. He tried his hardest to keep himself tightly pinned behind the minotaur, even as his body writhed involuntarily from his nerves fraying like mad. His pudgy hips were continuing to thrust into the air, even while his gym shorts were soaked in cum, as his little cock kept twitching from the onslaught of musk coursing through his system.
“Aaaaahhhhh!!!~” Iron Will may have been a big, tough-looking brute; but the instant he felt Spike’s ravenous tongue slathering all over his tight hole, the sensation was far too titillating to ignore. The minotaur was left moaning uncontrollably as he kept himself balanced on top of the weight bench, and tried his hardest to keep his muscular cheeks pried apart for more. Meanwhile, Spike’s bead burrowed in even deeper, until his slutty lips were drooling all over the outside of that musky, sweaty ring.
Despite how well-versed he may have been, Spike’s tongue proved to be up against quite a formidable force. Because of Iron Will’s titan-like physique, his hole proved to be just as hard as every other part of his body. Spike’s thin, forked tongue tried with all its might to slip through the minotaur’s opening, slathering his saliva all over that tenacious ring. But much like Iron Will, Spike wasn’t one to give up on a challenge. Even though that musky hole was relentlessly tight, the dragon tried his hardest to burrow his tongue in harder against it. Slowly but surely, Spike let out some strained, muffled groans between those rock-hard cheeks; he felt like he was exerting every ounce of pressure through his tongue alone, which caused his eyes to clench tightly shut. But at the same time, the tantalizing flavor of that strong, salty sweat prompted him to keep going, until the tip of his tongue was just barely able to burrow its way into Iron Will’s opening.
“Aaaahhhhh!!~” The minotaur tried his hardest to relax, but the titillation of that draconic tongue was leaving his nerves fraying on end. His hole was clenching every time that forked tip lapped its way across the ring, but it only made Spike push his muscle more tenaciously against it. Just as the dragon felt like he was going to cramp his tongue somehow, the diligent appendage finally penetrated that pesky hole. The taste of Iron Will’s musk became much stronger, and the flavor of his sweaty ass was leaving the dragon groaning in elation. With a singular motion of his tongue, Spike slid a couple inches through with a single thrust, which left the minotaur moaning like a bitch in heat. “GNAAAHHH!! Ho… H-Holy fuck!!~”
Hearing a burly brute like him wailing out was almost satisfying enough to make Spike smirk between those muscular cheeks. But instead, he shoved his tongue in even further to really rile up the minotaur. The inside of his mouth was becoming plastered with Iron Will’s relentlessly heady musk, to the point where every breath reeked of that unwashed sweat. His lungs were becoming more flooded with that intoxicating aroma, which caused his cock to already grow harder inside of his shorts. He wasn’t sure how quickly he could shoot his load again, but the worry didn’t keep him from shoving more of his tongue through that tight hole.
“Nnnnnfffff!!~” Iron Will was starting to struggle, and had his eyes clenched shut while moaning from that wiggling tongue. More of that forked appendage was worming its way through, and causing his hooves to curl up tightly. Part of him wanted that tenacious slut to keep going, since it was possible that tongue was long enough to reach his prostate. But at the same time, he was able to hear Spike’s muffled groans well enough to tell he was getting hard again. And in his lust-addled mind, the minotaur could only huff with a smirk before speaking out between panted moans, “You… You think you can handle me with just that tongue, kiddo?~”
“MMPH!!~” With a sudden wet pop, Spike pulled his tongue out with enough veracity to make Iron Will belt out a strained moan. Spike was breathing heavily, with the taste of that minotaur musk lingering strongly in his mouth. But despite how badly he was reeling in pleasure, he grew a confident smirk back at Iron Will as he narrowed his eyes. “D… D-Don’t call me a kid!”
Spike lunged up without warning, and yanked down his shorts to proudly expose his petite draconic member. His pink, pointed cock was standing rigidly from his scaley sheath, glistening from the amount of cum still slathered across every inch. And considering how glossy Iron Will’s hole became in a mixture of saliva and sweat, Spike saw no need to make any foreplay. He merely hopped up atop that hard minotaur ass, and thrusted his hips as hard as he could between his cheeks. “Nnnnghhhh!!~”
“Oooohhhh!!~” Iron Will’s eyes shot wide-open, not expecting to feel that little cock prodding against his hole. What Spike may have been lacking in girth or length, but he made up for that tremendously when it came to stamina. Even after prying open that hole as best as he could with his tongue, his body was still twitching readily to stretch it even further. Iron Will’s cheeks were still rock-hard to the touch, but Spike still moaned when he felt his cockhead pressing up against that opening with relative ease. The minotaur gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his cheeks spread open; but at the same time, he was grinning wide while anticipating how well the dragon could top him. “Nnnnfff~ H-Hopefully you can fuck just as well as you can use that tongue of yours~”
“Heh~ Me too…” Spike wanted to say more, but he had to clench his eyes shut while focusing on the task at hand. He may have been able to open that hole up a little with his tongue, but he still grunted through his fangs as he struggled to push his cock through as well. Little by little, his pointed tip shoved its way inside that opening the more he pushed his pudgy hips. Fortunately, due to how audibly Iron Will was groaning out in strained pleasure, that added incentive was more than enough to make Spike keep going. Eventually, Spike was able to get a good portion of his cock through when he gave an especially hearty push against Iron Will’s relentless ass.
“Mmmphhhh!!~” Iron Will lurched his head down with his eyes clenched, and a more lumbering moan escaped his muzzle. Even though Spike wasn’t the girthiest guy who topped him, he had to admire the little guy’s dedication. Spike was sweating through his heavy blush, and trying his hardest to shove himself in with his little cock throbbing. Despite his size, Spike was able to look pretty dominant with his hips pressed up against Iron Will’s ass, while his own shorts were wrapped around his ankles.
“Aaaahhh!! AAAHHHHH!!” The minotaur wasn’t sure how much more he could take, and he belted out in a rumbling moan, “J-Just fuck me already!!~”
Spike didn’t need to be told twice. Since he was already fairly deep in the minotaur (at least, deep enough for his own size), he just needed a quick fidget of his hips to pull back, and give as hard of a thrust as he could into that tight little hole. The moment he rammed his hips back in with a hard grunt, Iron Will moaned out with surprising ferocity when his hole was stretched open. Spike wanted to savor the sound of that hearty moan, which gave him a newfound sense of confidence; but instead, he used that moment to pull his hips back, and ram back into that muscular ass again.
“NNNGHHH!!~” Spike didn’t pause by any means, and repeated his motions with gusto. Again and again, the little dragon began a rather impromptu “workout” session for himself by pounding into Iron Will’s ass as best as he could. His cock may have been small, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to push through and stretch the minotaur enough to make him moan with each thrust. He was grateful he was wearing that headband, since it was soaking up any beads of sweat that poured down his head. And with the way he was gritting his teeth, there was no doubt that Spike was needing to work to get that hole a creamy filling. “Aaaahhhh!!~”
“AAAAHHHH!!” Iron Will didn’t want to show weakness in front of someone as small as Spike, but he’d be lying if he tried to claim his hole wasn’t getting a good reaming by that dragon cock. Given how rarely he bottomed for anyone, that minotaur was able to feel quite a bit from the equipment Spike was packing. Every time that draconic member was able to plunge into his hole, Iron Will shuddered from how tantalizing the sensation felt. And despite his pudgy physique, Spike was thrusting in and out as a surprisingly rapid rate.
“Aaahhh!!~” With a heated moan escaping his lips, Spike was looking like he was already getting close to cumming a second time. His cheeks were growing redder by the second, and more sweat was beading down his face as he pounded that ass for all it was worth. He was still giving it his absolute all, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last until erupting inside of him. But before he could even realize it, Spike heard Iron Will groaning with an equally riled-up tone as himself.
“Nnnnghhh!!~ S… S-Spike!!” The minotaur was struggling how to shoot in his load in his shorts like the dragon had, but it was looking like he was fighting a losing battle. Spike was able to ream his ass with a surprisingly brutal force, which was leaving him teetering at the brink of ecstasy. Just as he looked like he was about to cum, Iron Will decided to say one last thing to guarantee he wouldn’t be the only one. “Mmmphh!! If… I-If you shoot your load in me… You better be ready to use that tongue again~”
“AAAAHHHH!!!~” Spike’s hips gave one last hard thrust into his ass, which caused his little cock to respond before any rapturous moans could. The dragon bottomed out as best as he could inside that muscular ass, just as he felt himself throbbing past the point of no return. His body locked up, and he let out a deep moan as he shot out another volley of his seed deep inside of that minotaur hole. Rope after rope of his hot, sticky load spurted as deep as it could inside of Iron Will, leaving him wailing out loudly enough for his voice to echo inside of the spacious gym.
“GNNNAAAAHHHHH!!!~” Much like the slutty dragon had earlier, Iron Will ended up cumming uncontrollably inside of his gym shorts. Even though his ass was fully exposed, his thick, throbbing cock was still tenting the crotch of his shorts as he shot through the tight fabric. Due to how built-up he had gotten from Spike’s rimming, the elasticity of his shorts weren’t enough to keep his thick loads from shooting all across the weight bench. By the time Iron Will was finished cumming, the underside of his body became matted with just as much of his secretions as it did his sweat.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh~” Spike’s hips twitched repeatedly while buried inside the minotaur, savoring every second spent with his little cock throbbing inside that tight hole, Iron Will was hugging his shaft like a vice, ensuring that every drop milked would be deposited deep inside of him. Of course, by the time Spike finally pulled out, which elicited a strong grunt from the minotaur below him, a couple thick globs of his milthy white load could be seen dribbling down towards his taint.
“Heh… Tha… That’s pretty damn impressiv--AAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Before Iron Will could even finish his complement, he was once again taken aback by how ferociously the slut dove his face back in. Just like the minotaur requested, Spike buried his face deep between Iron Will’s cheeks to finish the job. He let out a deep, elated groan as he dragged his tongue hard against that creamy hole, lapping up his own load while also savoring the taste of Iron Will’s sweaty musk once more. His claws gripped those firm cheeks as tightly as he could, and he kept them pried apart as he chowed down on that tasty, muscular ass.
“Aaaaahhhhh!!!~” Iron Will moaned out in a girlish squeal as he felt that tongue more viciously, reaming at his hole while it was still so sensitive from that rampant fucking. But despite how badly he was reeling on the bench, Spike didn’t give the minotaur any mercy while eating that creampie. His tongue dug as deeply as it could through that tight ring, allowing him to guzzle down as much of that musky load as he could with his eyes rolling back blissfully.
“Hey, Spike?”
Much to Spike and Iron Will’s shock, it was at that moment that Twilight Sparkle arrived at the gym’s open doorway. She was staring at a clipboard hovering in her aura, and her eyes were narrowed in focus when she asked, “I’m not meaning to interrupt your exercise, but I was meaning to ask if you…”
The moment she looked up, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the scene before her. Iron Will was all bug-eyed while perched over the weight bench with his shorts down, looking like he just saw a ghost from how pale his face had gotten. Right over the crease of his upturned ass, Spike’s eyes could be seen getting rather wide while poking up from beneath Iron Will’s tail. Both of the guys were frozen at the spot, with the thick ropes of Iron Will’s cum draped all over the bench beneath them. Even if Twilight was blind, it would’ve been impossible to lie about what happened while the room was thick with sex-laden musk.
“Ugh!! SPIKE!!!” Twilight instantly got peeved as she glared at the two in annoyance. “I TOLD you to do that in the showers!”
The End