Now, let's see if it fits on wafrn. Presenting, "Hunted on Halloween"…

Rose sat in the back of her friend's car, headed towards Jessica's apartment for some spooky movies and drinks. Well, more drinks - she and Jackson had each had a couple already, which was why Jessica was driving. Well, that and because it was Jessica's car. Beside her, her not-so-secret crush Chris kept stealing glances at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. Rose really hoped they were the good kind of glances, rather than the "she really hasn't noticed her shirt's on backwards?" kind of glances.

"Holy shit, do you see that?" Jackson's shout pulled Rose out of her thoughts, almost in time to see whatever it was he was pointing at. Something vanished into a nearby alley, though she missed what it was. Luckily, Jackson continued, "biggest lizard I've ever seen!"

"It was probably just someone's dog in a Halloween costume," Jessica remarked, though she slowed and turned the car to a parking lot. "That said… I do kind of want to see more than a glance. Plus, I don't remember seeing any people around, so we should try to contact its owner."

She parked the car and popped open her door. "I'm gonna go check out that dog, back in a- actually, you all wanna come?" she asked. Jackson quickly hopped out of the passenger side, so Rose and Chris wished them luck and asked for pictures. Jessica left the keys in to keep the heat running for her friends, then caught up with Jackson to round the corner. Leaving Rose and Chris alone.

The two of them fidgeted for a few seconds, before the light buzz in Rose's head finally stifled her second-guessing. "Hey," she said, leaning over to the guy of her spicier dreams, "I really like you."

With the interior lights off, and only a couple streetlamps nearby, it was hard to make out his expression, but Rose was pretty sure she saw a blush. A good sign. "Y-" he cleared his throat, "yeah? I'm, uh, I really like you, too."

"Mm-hm." Rose nodded. "Wanna feel me up?"

The words had spilled out before she realized she was even thinking them. Chris froze up, blinking owlishly, looking between her and the rear window behind her. A wave of regret hit her as she realized she had ruined her-

"Um. Yeah, but- what if- Jack and Jess come back?" The man shifted in his seat, as though trying to both face her and hide himself from her.

Rose turned to check the corner Chris was staring at - her long, dark hair brushing over his leg as she turned - but their friends were still gone from sight. She turned back towards him with a smile. "There's not glue on 'em or anything. I'm sure you can pull away when they return." Rose reached her hands forward and beckoned for his own. "I'll just have to keep my shirt on, of course.

His hands were massive compared to hers, and she felt a thrill just imagining the rough skin of his fingers brushing against her body. And warm, too! Her heartbeat picked up as she guided his hands under the hem of her shirt, and gave an encouraging tug upward. His fingers slid slowly up to her ribcage, closer and closer with a hesitancy that she'd nearly call teasing, if she couldn't see his nervous, excited face mirroring what she assumed was her own expression. She ran her own hands up his forearms, his biceps, as he grazed the fabric of-

Motion just outside caught her attention, and she whipped her head around to stare out the windshield; in a similar panic, Chris followed suit, the two of them freezing with his hands tantalizingly close to her tits. There, in plain view in the parking lot, was the scaly creature the others must have seen. It was the size of a large dog, although it sported a narrower muzzle than most breeds, as well as a long, hefty tail and what looked to be wings folded against its back, all in a dark grey, nearly black in the sparse light. It strolled lazily towards them - or, towards the car - with only a hint of curiosity in its movement.

And then, it slipped out of sight, too close to the car's grille to be visible. Rose took a breath and sighed, silently reveling in the gentle heat and presence of Chris's hands against her chest as he did so. "We should probably go find the others and tell them we found the thing," she grumbled, "not like we'd have a good excuse if they come back to find it chilling on the hood or something."

"Or," Chris replied, "we shoo it away and pretend we never saw it." He pulled his hands back out from under her shirt and turned to his door.

"How knightly of you, scaring away a dragon that's… interrupting a poor, innocent girl. Say, I don't have a handkerchief like the movies, but how about…" she trailed off to reach behind her, unhook her bra, and slip it off, finally pulling it out from under her shirt and holding it out to Chris. "For luck?"

He accepted her "gift" with mock-reverence that didn't seem entirely in jest. "If a bit of tissue was really enough to send knights off to face dragons back in the day, imagine what the girls could get them to do with this," he laughed, then stepped out to go bother the creature away from them. As he left, a keen glimpse at the man's jeans gave Rose a good reason to see if he'd let her have some fun with her hands, as well.

Still, as the moment cleared, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to clear her thoughts. There was an odd noise, and when she opened her eyes again, it almost felt like she hadn't. The car's dashboard clock still faintly glowed, but it was otherwise perfectly dark. A new sound appeared, a loud, rolling gurgle. Rose pulled herself near-blindly into the driver's seat and flicked on the headlights… and the turn signal, as she misjudged the seat's height and faceplanted into the cushion. The headlights didn't help much, only showing a foot or so in front of the car, taken up by a deep red, visibly wet, soft blanket of some kind, stretched over the front of the car. Then she turned on the interior lights, cursing herself for not thinking of that before her tumble. All around her was that same, odd material, though she could see it move and pulse now.

A new noise joined the strange, muffled soundscape, a quiet, high-pitched hissing. There wasn't much of a direction to it, but it was loudest just above the passenger seat. Rose watched as it grew in volume, and the upholstery of the car's ceiling grew damp before a hole swiftly burned its way into the fabric, growing bigger with each moment. A bit of liquid coating the deep red surface outside fell in, and the hissing began anew on the seat where it fell. Where a hole began to wear itself into the material.

The next noise was the sound of groaning and creaking metal, and the last, temporary addition, was Rose's voice, screaming in terror.

-

Chris tossed the door closed behind him and lingered a moment, staring dumbly at the bra he now held. That had actually happened. He (nearly) got to feel her tits, and if the underwear in his hands was any indication, he'd get to do so again. He subconsciously shifted his legs and nudged his dick into a more comfortable angle. Eventually, he shook himself out of his thoughts, and made to go find the dragon.

He turned, and found the dragon, sitting plainly in the middle of the parking lot. What he didn't find, strangely enough, was the car he had just left. Instead, the dragon sat at one end of the parking space he was pretty sure the car had been. Chris tilted his head, trying to take a better look at the reptile. It tilted its head as well.

After a brief, silent stalemate, the dragon moved first, facing forward and curling its neck before opening its jaws. A surprisingly loud belch spilled forth, accompanied by a single hubcap, slightly bent. The metal disc bounced a couple times before falling to the side. It looked… familiar. "Did you… eat the car?" Chris asked it, as though the dragon would speak. Then, his brain caught up to his words. His next question came out louder, more panicked. "You ate Rose?!"

The dragon, of course, didn't say anything. A ruby-red tongue flicked out of the side of its jaws and licked at its muzzle before vanishing back behind dark grey scales. Then, it stood up, and began to walk towards Chris. Chris backed up. The dragon sunk into a crouch, bright orange eyes fixed on the lone human. Chris's own eyes went wide, and he bolted to the side just as the scaly creature leapt forward. He heard its claws scrape against the pavement, but didn't have time to look back. Instead, he just sprinted forward, hoping that Jessica and Jackson weren't too far away. Trying not to think about whether that four-count of rapid steps was drawing closer.

-

Jessica sighed as she walked back towards where she'd parked her car. Not only had the stray dog vanished from the alley they'd seen it turn down, it seemed to have also vanished from the surrounding block. Nothing left to do but finish heading home with only a brief memory of what had been honestly a really impressive costume. She rubbed her hands together, staving off the night air's chill.

"Hey… is that Chris?" Jackson pointed across the street, then called out, "hey! Chris!" The man in question immediately dashed across the road without even checking to see if a car was coming - which, to be fair, none were. He met up with them by the entrance to the alley they'd first seen the dog disappear down.

His first attempts to speak were interrupted by him panting for breath, but he soon managed to string together part of a sentence. "The dragon- it IS a dragon - it ate- oh god…" Chris doubled over, gasping for air after his sprint. "It ate her! Rose! Fuck, it ate the car! We need to- run, call someone, I don't know!"

Jackson put a hand on his shoulder. "Bud, deep breaths. It broke into the car and bit Rose?" While he tried to comfort their friend, Jessica pulled out her phone. Hopefully it wasn't bad, but letting a hospital know they were coming - or needed an ambulance - was probably the right choice. Jackson's voice turned quizzical. "Is that a bra?"

"N- ye- it's not important right now," Chris stammered. "She didn't get bitten, it ATE her! I stepped out for- uh, for some air, turned around, gone!"

"It… wasn't that big, buddy."

Chris shoved Jackson's hand off of his shoulder. "You think I don't know that?! Didn't stop it from spitting out an entire hubcap, and then it-" He froze, eyes wide, and suddenly whipped his head around, any indignation at not being taken seriously replaced by fear. "Oh- oh god, it was right- did I lose it? God, I hope I lost it…"

Jessica and Jackson stared at him, unsure of what to say. After a few moments of silence, Chris relaxed, slumping against the corner of the alleyway. Jessica's thumb accidentally tapped the "call" button, and a quiet ringing accompanied her - admittedly very pretty - friend's next words. "I swear, I could hear it chasing me all the way… I was lucky enough to dodge its first leap, but- I'm glad I found you guys."

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator's voice came through on the other end of the call. Jessica brought the phone up to her ear to answer.

"Hi, one sec, a friend of mine says another friend got attacked by a dog, but- ah!" A startled shout escaped her as a grey head darted out of the alleyway, clamped its jaws around Chris's arm, and pulled him away. "T- two of my friends have been attacked by this… uh, giant lizard thing! We're on Fourth and Lincoln!"

Jackson, who had peered around the corner, stumbled back. "Holy shit, it ate him!"

"It what?!" A reflexive, morbid curiosity overwhelmed both common sense and the voice of the emergency operator, and she, too, looked down the alley. Chris was nowhere to be seen, just a dark silhouette of a large, four-legged animal, its head tilted to the sky. She couldn't make out any details, but it looked like something was moving down its neck. In front of it were one of Chris's shoes, as well as the bra he'd been holding for some reason - maybe Rose finally made a move, and did so in a big way? Faint light glimmered off of grey scales, and clear, orange eyes shined in the dark as the dragon dipped its head, bit down on the dropped clothing, and snapped them up with savage quickness, showing glimpses of red from within its jaws. A cold dread settled in Jessica's stomach, and her mind unhelpfully connected the vanishing sight of her friend's remains to a video she'd once seen of a komodo dragon eating a rabbit.

"Ma'am, are you still there?"

"Y-yes! It ate- a dragon just ate one of my friends alive! An actual, scaly… oh, god, please send help!" Jessica stammered into her phone as she turned away from the morbid scene in the alley. Her heart raced as she and Jackson backed away from the mouth of the alley, as though the building itself might eat them.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, "understood, ma'am. Officers are on their way to help you with your… dragon problem."

Jessica thanked them, then looked over at Jackson. "They're sending cops, probably." At his look of confusion, she explained, "I don't think they were taking me seriously. But, well, I hope they were."

"Just gotta wait," he muttered, scanning back and forth for any sign of grey scales or orange eyes, "fantastic. What're they gonna do about it, anyway, if we live that long?"

"Well, they're cops, so probably shoot it?"

Jackson nodded. "Fair enough."

The duo gravitated to about halfway along the building's front, as far away from the alleyways as possible. They kept their eyes peeled for the deadly creature, and ears strained to pick up footsteps while they were still a good distance away. However, the night remained still and quiet, save for the faint rush of traffic several blocks away, on the larger streets. Still, neither relaxed, having seen what just a split-second of unwariness had done to Chris.

Something creaked above them. They snapped their heads up in time for a grey blur to fall just as fast, then launch itself at them. Jessica reflexively ducked away from the attacker, but Jackson was a beat too slow. The man let out a muffled "oof!" as the dragon tackled him back into a pile of cardboard boxes stacked in front of the building's entrance. Jessica screamed out for him, but her body refused to move.

Then, just as the dragon reared its head back and opened its terrible jaws, blue and red light bathed the area, accompanied by a loud siren. Jessica squinted against the sudden brightness and held up a hand to shield her eyes, but by the time she was able to see clearly again, the dragon had vanished. Luckily, Jackson hadn't, though with how he was holding his chest, it seemed he wouldn't be getting up easily.

A uniformed figure made their way towards her, silhouetted against the lights. "Are you the lady that called in?" the officer asked as he approached.

"Yeah, thanks. You were just in time, actually," she answered, and gestured back towards her fallen friend, "the dragon had just tackled him, and I think it was seconds from eating him, too."

"Sure, sure. You, uh, you kids having fun out tonight?" The cop looked from her to Jackson, who groaned in pain as he pushed a box off of himself. "Tell you what, me and my partner'll give you two a lift to somewhere you can, uh, wait the night out, and in the meantime, why don't you tell me all about this 'dragon' of yours?"

"It's- I'm the designated driver; I'm not seeing things," Jessica insisted. "Look, I don't know if it's a zoo escapee, or someone's pet gone horribly awry, I just know that it's as big as a wolf, it's scaly, and it ate my friend in front of me. …not him; there were four of us at first," she added as she caught the man looking over at Jackson again, who was still partially buried in the shadows of a streetlamp.

The officer sighed. "Look, girlie, I know it's Halloween, but you can't just prank call dispatch like that. Every second I spend chasing mythical creatures is a second I'm not responding to calls about razor blades in candy. You seem- well, more naive than trouble-making, so rather than getting you two on false report or public intoxication, how's about I drive you down to the station - away from your 'man-eating dragon' - just to double-check everything's above-board, and maybe see if your friend's alright from his fall?" He gestured behind him, down the dimly-lit street.

Jessica noticed it first. "Uh… officer? Don't you guys usually keep your lights going during a stop?"

"Yeah, why do-" the man paused, turned, and started walking towards where he had exited the patrol car. "What the hell?"

As she watched him investigate, Jessica recalled Chris's words: it ate her car. She'd dismissed it as him being out of breath, but a chill crept up her spine, and it only grew when she saw a winged, scaly creature slink into view, stalking the confused cop from his blind spot.

"Look out behind you!" she called out, "it's by the light!"

The man didn't so much as glance. "I wasn't born yesterday, kid!" he called back, then pulled out his radio

Just as he hit the button to talk, however, the dragon darted its head forward, bit his leg, and yanked back. The man quickly got his hands out in front of him, but still got the wind knocked out of him. Unlike with Chris, this time, Jessica saw the entire thing: the cop's legs swallowed by the time he even thinks to turn behind him, him reaching out as the dragon pulled his belly and chest in with just the power of its throat, the desperate, wiggling hands of the officer failing to grab anything, even the dragon's jaws, before they, too, succumbed to the man-eater. Its stomach bloated slightly, but far from what she should have seen from something that just devoured an entire person, let alone several people plus a car or two.

Then, the dragon turned towards her.

Jessica managed a few, shaky steps backwards, in dreadful contrast to its smooth, confident gait. Piercing, orange eyes stared her down as its red tongue swept from one side of its muzzle to the other. She could almost swear it was smirking at her. Her foot caught something on the sidewalk, and she fell back, landing hard on the ground. The dragon didn't leap, but simply walked over her, its gaze never wavering as she was forced to look up at it.

Some instinct to resist surfaced, and she pushed up at it, hands meeting its smooth, scaly gut to try and shove it off. To her dismay, it remained perfectly unmoved, and worse, she could feel… something under its scales give way with a crunch that she was certain wasn't part of the dragon's body. It retaliated by calmly laying down, its deceptive bulk forcing the air from her lungs. She gasped for breath as it lowered its head towards hers and dragged its slimy, wet, uncomfortably warm, red tongue across her face. Its breath, its drool smelled of death and motor oil, and any remaining hope Jessica had somehow kept that it hadn't been responsible for making the cop car - and probably her car - disappear, perished in an instant.

It opened its jaws, then paused. She felt the thing's belly shift and churn against her, and its neck curled for just a moment, before it turned slightly to the side and unleashed a massive, loud belch that cut through the still night air. Bits of drool spattered from its maw onto Jessica's face, but more notable was the roof light, red and blue, that landed on the sidewalk mere feet away from her head. The casing was cracked, shattered in some spots, and somehow melted in others, and the sharp, acrid scent was awful, but the details paled in comparison to Jessica's realization: the monster had done that to that part of the cop car in a matter of minutes. And something that big and inorganic would surely have held up better than, say, a human.

After briefly wiping its mouth against a forepaw, the dragon looked away from the remains of its metallic meal, and towards the girl trapped under its body. Unable to draw breath to scream, Jessica could do little more than whimper and stare down its crimson jaws as they opened wide and drew ever closer. Perhaps, at least, it would be quick, a hostile stomach breaking down her body before she could suffer for too long.

"Hey! Get off of her!" Jackson's voice startled both her and the dragon, which turned just in time for the man to body-check it off of her. Jessica's lungs filled with air once more, and she scrambled to her feet, staring bewitched at the tangle of scales, limbs, and teeth. It was over far too quickly, and the dragon rolled atop her momentary savior; even with his hands braced against its grey, scaly head, it was clear that Jackson was losing, badly.

His eyes met hers as he struggled with the dragon. "Go! Run!" he yelled, as he lost another inch of ground against the approaching jaws, "it's a matter of time for me, but you can try t-mmph!" his words were cut off as the dragon shoved down, breaking his grip and muffling his voice with its ever-hungry mouth.

Her friend's last words sparked a fire in her, and she tore her gaze away from the muffled shouting and flailing of the beast claiming yet another victim, and instead bolted down the sidewalk. Her apartment was within running distance… she hoped. If nothing else, she at least had a good head start, as she sprinted alongside and across mostly-empty roads. Then, she heard it: paws and claws against the pavement. The dragon was no longer trying to walk her down; it was at full gallop, and risking a quick glance back showed her just how fast it was gaining on her. Evidently, adding one more whole human to its kill count did nothing to slow it down, or at least certainly not enough.

The dragon's running grew louder, until, on a whim, Jessica suddenly cut across the road, praying that it was as empty as she'd thought. There was a brief quiet from the dragon as its leap missed her entirely, and then a faint scrabbling of claws drowned out by the roar of a car speeding by, seconds after she'd crossed. But that was seconds that she had already put to good use, and her apartment building was in sight. The sound of the creature's run grew closer as well, but she put on a burst of speed right as the light changed at the intersection, then slowed to a stop, panting, at the building entrance. As she fumbled in her pocket for her access card, she saw the scaly menace through the gaps between cars trundling past; its orange eyes were locked onto her, and it paced on the opposite sidewalk furiously, but she was safe, at least until the light changed, or the intersection ran out of cars.

Luckily, she soon pulled out her card, unlocked the door, and slipped inside; the sound of it re-locking seconds afterwards had never been sweeter to her ears. She navigated to her floor and apartment by rote, hardly a conscious thought left after the night's events. In the back of her mind, she knew that there were things she had to do - clean up, change, get ready for tomorrow, figure out how to deal with everything that just happened. However, as she passed her couch, her body finally let all the emergency energy drain out of her. She was out before her head hit the throw pillow.

-

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Jessica groaned and slowly sat up. She took a glance at her phone's clock - it hadn't even been half an hour since she got home.

Ding-dong!

She thought about simply going back to sleep, pretending she'd never heard the trick-or-treater. She'd planned to spend the night with friends and film, after all.

Ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding-dong!

Then again, she did actually have a bowl of candy. Her legs ached as she stood up and trudged over to the door, grabbing the bowl on the way.

Ding-don-

Opening the door didn't actually cut off the bell, but she felt like it ought to. Her bleary eyes tried to make out what the kid in front of her was dressed as. Kinda short but surprisingly long for a costume, sorta fake-four-legged design, dark grey with a bit of orange…

Fear pierced the veil of grogginess, and Jessica could suddenly see the scene before her perfectly. But, too late: it had already leapt into her, and the last thing she saw was a deep, red tunnel, sized perfectly to fit whatever the dragon had set its ravenous sights on. And in this case, it was her.

“Rabbit feet are supposed to be lucky, you know,” Avery cautioned, tilting his ankle forward just a tad more. His prodigious weight increased ten-fold upon Lian’s back (not that the big bunny himself knew either of the scrawny guys’ names). A raspy squeak withered between his fat toes as the little guy strained to push himself off of the ground. Kinda cringe, really. Avery wasn’t even using his full weight.

Avery’s free hand came to rest upon his belly’s side, squishing forcefully into the squirming mass. Just as planned, his moment of effort earned a bubbling mass of gas, forced upward with nowhere else to go. He grinned an instant before opening his mouth and releasing the loudest, wettest BWOOOOOORRUP he’d mustered that day.

A storm of spittle and acidic gas roared from Avery’s rippling gullet. And not only that, but a slobber-soaked mass of fabric came undulating up his throat as well. At the tail of his belch, it flew free, snagging his buck tooth for only a second before splattering into the ground. The fox in his grip squeaked in terror, and Avery’s gut gurgled hungrily.

Ah well. Avery could only shrug before opening his jaws once more and giving the fox a perfect view of his new lodgings. A fat gust of post-belch wind enveloped the shivering squirt’s face before he was suddenly plunged inside, GLRK’d without so much as a whine of trouble. In no time at all, a slick vulpine was slithering down the bunny’s throat to add to that prodigious weight.

“Damn, bro,” Avery rumbled in mock disappointment. “I really—GWOOURRURUP—had high hopes for you two~” The ferret’s arms fell further, nearly flattening his chest beneath the barbell. And of course, that meant his muzzle was quickly buried in Avery’s sweaty groin. Fuck, maybe he oughtta use this one for a quick nut before eating him. The little guy was certainly hard enough to not need convincing.

He pressed more weight upon the struggling lizard, toes flexing around the little guy’s skull. And with a groan of defeat and a flattened BWUMP of displaced air, he vanished beneath Avery’s foot, flattened helplessly. “But I guess there’s no way around it.” His belly gurgled noisily as a greedy glint grew in Avery’s golden gaze. “Law of the jungle, baby. You’re way better off as part of my brotein shake~”

A fresh wave of struggles in Avery’s belly told him that it was time to get this show on the road. If he waited any longer, these two would have to splat down in a much less solid mass of protein than planned. Grinning widely, Avery reached beneath his gut for his latest prize.

Meanwhile, the last remaining member of gym staff watched in terror from behind his counter, wondering just how much longer they could keep the place open with Avery’s insatiable need for ‘broship’. Hopefully, everyone’s New Year's Resolutions could bring him a big enough wave of prey…

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Or, rather, he slithered his shaking arms upward slightly faster than before. Which made it that much more of a surprise when Strex suddenly hit… soft air? He inhaled sharply, unable to hold in the gasp. However, it was not the typical stale gym air that greeted his nostrils. Instead of the halfway-to-crisp breath of distant sweat and protein shakes he was used to, a stuffy, heated gasp of pure bench cotton freewheeled down his nostrils.

Not even the calmest monk could have kept his zen at that moment. Strex’s eyes jolted open, and he thrust his arms their final two inches into the dome of squishy, warm mass that had suddenly appeared. But that wasn’t what Strex saw. Not exactly. He had been expecting a blanket or warm water balloon held a full foot and a half above his face.

Not a caramel dimension of soft floof mere inches from his muzzle’s tip. It enveloped his entire field of vision. The very air had become this stifling, sweat-addled blanket! Worse than that, it radiated a scent precisely like a full breath of gym bag. Not rank and disgusting, but certain to inform you just what kind of man you were dealing with. And through that spiced mix of sweat, precum, and assorted manly flavors, Strex understood just how much danger he was in.

More importantly, his cock rose to full attention, much to his horror.

“Don’t worry, bro,” came a booming, deep voice. Strex could have sworn the stomach above him had simply echoed into his skull. “I’ll spot ya!” Genuine concern and fraternal joy echoed in his tone, but Strex felt a bolt of dread in his stomach nonetheless.

BWUMPH-GLORSH A living mountain of chub fell atop Strex’s face and arms. The mass of belly he’d felt seconds before was merely suspended by its owner’s hands, and with nothing else to hold it up, it utterly smothered the poor ferret. His muzzle all but vanished into the musk-drenched pit of moist fur dripping with workout sweat. The wobbling jelly poured over his arms and the rest of the dumbbell.

Needless to say, he couldn’t lift an inch further.

A barely-audible whine met Avery’s ears from beneath his belly. His fluffy ear rose an inch, but trying to make out this guy’s struggles would have been impossible. After all, he had at least three other guys fighting inside that very gut he’d been gracious enough to add to the ferret’s workout!

Then, Avery gulped, slurping down the last of the fuzzy, black tail between his lips. Make that four, he mentally corrected. His latest bit of protein helplessly slithered down his gullet and squelched slowly into the rank cauldron of acid-soaked bodies that was his stomach. A fresh chorus of muffled, vibrating shouts rang out from his distended, fluffy tum as they squirmed and shuffled to make room against their will.

The ferret’s arms shuddered against Avery’s overhang. He smirked and raised an eyebrow, not that the little squirt could see it. “Aw, don’t give up, bro! It’s just a little chunky bunny. Nothing you can’t lift!” He snickered, passing a naughty grin to the terrified fox held in just one of his caramel-furred hands. A single finger covered the little guy’s face. His biceps hardly noticed the bit of weight to heft.

Another whine as Avery’s stomach contents shifted dramatically. Their squirming bodies pushed out against his organic prison with every tangled limb they could muster for the task, but the only effect they had was to make Avery’s weight even harder to lift. A chorus of organic squelches and slippery slaps echoed into the nearly-empty gym. The only other sound was that of the cute lizard Avery had opted to lend a paw to as well.

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“Hrnngh…! 7…! 8…!” Strex’s strained whispers joined the blaring cacophony of his gym’s weight section, sparing those around him from hearing just how much he was struggling. If not for the fact that the white-furred ferret had been keeping count of his own reps, he’d have assumed hours had passed. His arms begged for mercy with red-hot screams of muscular pain. Was his back actually sinking into the bench? Fuck, all the sweat in his eyes was making him go blind!

“9…!” Somehow, however, he lifted the bar from his chest once again. Two weights sat on either end: a pair of five and ten-pounders. Thirty pounds, plus whatever the bar added. When Strex thought of that, he nearly felt his thin arms deflate. He wasn’t quite an expert on this lifting stuff, but he had the strangest feeling that struggling through 30-odd pounds on your second set wasn’t exactly the most impressive thing.

Against Strex’s better judgment, he allowed himself to glance left at the fox pumping iron just five feet away. His sweat-logged ears deflated beside his head. That orange-furred squirt had three massive weights on either side of his bar, all of them much thicker than the set that Strex had tentatively slid on. Despite looking as scrawny as… well, pretty much every fox, that guy pushed the metal bar away from his chest like it was nothing. Only a sharp, manly grunt conveyed any sense of difficulty.

Before Strex could beat himself any lower, his body took the liberty of announcing its intentions to rebel. He breathed in, only to feel his chest threaten to collapse entirely. Immediately, he shoved his muzzle back up and took on a determined glare. Don’t turn your head while trying to lift; got it. Just three more, he told himself as the bar wobbled precariously above his chest. Twelve reps were all he needed!

“You got this!” cheered a voice from the right. On the ground, to be precise. Strex barely heard Lian over that surprisingly noisy pounding in his ears, but he remembered not to try and look down at the lizard doing pushups beside him. Lian was probably feeling even worse off than Strex, though perhaps his friend had made the smarter choice. Push-ups had to be easier than starting so intensely!

Strex grunted through bared teeth, slowly edging his set higher above his chest. “Y-yeah, sure…!” Another set of deep, negative thuds in his ears. His heart had never pounded this hard before. Should he have been worried? Was this a medical condition? “Ten…”

Again, and louder this time. Strex’s vision shuddered in tune with the impact. Maybe working out just wasn’t for him. He should have just stayed inside and milked his natural metabolism for all it was worth. He still had a good few years to stay thin without effort. Maybe he could even weasel out of his membership.

WHUMP!

Another shuddering quake tore through Strex’s body as the barbell trembled toward his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut.

THOOOM

A soft, only slightly muffled tremor. Sweat poured over Strex’s brow. This was sounding serious now. Was he about to die from an effort overdose?!

mmmphGLRKL…

Huh. That was a weird sound for his pulse.

“Huh? Wai—Agh!!”

Right in the middle of Lian’s words, that same, muffled explosion poofed into Strex’s ears. And if that wasn’t odd enough, his groan of shock and pain was far too real to have been in the ferret’s head. His arms rose just a bit higher, fueled by friendly adrenaline. He had to get up and check on his friend! Strength unlike any he’d ever known poured through his veins, bulging his arms’ muscles outward in a nearly cartoonish fashion.

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