Author's Note
All characters herein are above 18 years of age.
Second Person POV
Be Gilda, bordering on manifesting a Stand out of your post-workout body odor. It'd probably punch really hard or something, you don't know, Fluttershy is the one that watches that dweeby weeby shit. You give her a nod as she bounces on the treadmill and she waves back. You're proud of her sticking with the gym into February, unlike most of the New Years tourists.
You trot into the locker room and set your gym bag by your locker. You shuck off your clothes and stuff them into your stankbag and grab your shampoo bottle. Walking into the nearby shower stall, you hear the locker room door open again. You don't pay it any mind until your hear a metallic snipping sound and the clatter of a lock hitting the tile. You stride out of the stall with a scowl on your face, which turns to confusion. There's a short guy in shorts and a t-shirt pawing through someone else's locker, a pair of bolt cutters laying on the bench. He smirks and straightens up, something clenched in his hand. When he sees you, he pales and tenses. You growl,
"What do you think you're doing, punk?"
He tries to bolt past you, but you grab him by the arm and pull him back. He yelps as you lift him into the air and thunk him down on the bench.
"I'm sorry! I-"
His nose wrinkles as you lean in and pry his hand open to find...
"A pair of pink panties?"
You stare at his reddening face.
"Huh. I didn't know guys could be perverts too."
He weakly struggles against your grip on his arm.
"Let me go, alright? Or at least put some deodorant on, you smell terrible."
You frown at him, then look down at yourself. You're still naked and sweaty. With a growl you drag the short guy to the shower stall and ignore his renewed struggling and protests. You push him down and clamp his torso and head between your thighs as you start the water. He squirms and growls in frustration.
"Hey, are you trying to drown me or something?"
You roll your eyes at his theatrics and squeeze him until he wheezes.
"You can't drown in a shower, idiot."
You relax your thighs and squirt some shampoo into your hand. He pushes weakly against your leg.
"Bitch."
You give him another squeeze, and he stops struggling. As you continue your showering routine, you feel his head twist a little back and forth between your inner thighs. His damp hair leaves tingles behind as it brushes a mere few inches from your snatch. It's... distracting.
Not long after, you feel something poke against your ankle. You look down and see him blushing, his wet shorts doing nothing to hide his erection. You practically purr as you turn off the water,
"You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"S-shut up!"
You grab his arm again and haul him back to your locker. It's a little tricky getting your towel and drying off one-handed, but you manage. The guy is shivering when you get done. You show him a predatory grin.
"You shouldn't wear wet clothes, you'll catch a cold."
He glares at you, but doesn't resist when you yank his clothes off and give him your towel. The guy is a little pudgy around the middle, but he carries his weight well enough. You grin as you see his six inch wang sway in the air as he dries off. When he's done, he throws the towel at you with an unreadable expression on his face.
"What now?"
You lick your lips.
It's fine, right? You're just keeping him here until someone gets the authorities... He's hard, he wants it. You sit down on the bench and pull him down between your legs. He hesitates, his face a bare few inches from your honeypot. You grab his hair and mash his face into your crotch. He gives you a half-hearted glare then gets to licking. You brace yourself with one arm on the bench while you bite your lip and stroke his hair. His tongue licks and flicks and drags, coaxing more and more of your juices into his slutty mouth.
You stare down at him with lidded eyes and a smug grin. The look of impotent defiance in his eyes is turning you on more than it should. You bring your leg up, using your calf to keep him trapped and lapping at your clit. That frees up your hand to rub and squeeze at your breasts. You croon in pleasure, taking a special satisfaction in the blush on his face and the lust you can see in his gaze. You slowly roll your hips, shuddering at the waves of bliss rising within you.
"Mmm, yes, just like that..."
Your chest heaves as he swirls his tongue around your clit. What a talented little slut you've captured~
The locker room door opens up and you freeze. The guy keeps going, and you realize your thighs are clamped around his ears, he didn't hear a thing. Fluttershy walks into view and pauses to take in the situation. She turns beet red. You rush to explain yourself.
"Look, he's a thief, he deserves it! He was hard, and... see, he was using that bolt cutter, and-"
She looks over at where you gestured.
"That's my locker! This is the third time this month someone stole my underwear! Or, I guess, tried to steal it. Um."
She looks at you, then the guy on his hands and knees between your legs.
"Thanks for catching him?"
You shudder as he sucks on your clit.
"No, oh, problem."
What are you even supposed to say in this situation? Fluttershy bites her lip.
"Can I... touch him?"
You feel yourself relax a bit. She's not going to snitch on you.
"Yeah, go for it."
The guy's face has lost all trace of defiance. He just stares blankly into your bush as he licks you out like a pudding cup. Fluttershy approaches and crouches down. She reaches between his legs, her cheeks red and her eyes bright. The guy jolts, his eyes going wide as he looks up at you. You grin and run your hand through his hair. Suddenly, he seems much more eager about going down on you, the slut.
Flutters has a hand on his ass, the other milking his dick. You shudder, grinding your pussy against his eager mouth. The locker room echoes with the sounds of vulgar slurping and panting breath. The slut moans happily, his hands exploring your thighs, his face shiny with your juices. You bite your lip.
"Oh, fuck!"
You tip over into orgasm, warmth and pleasure flooding you from tip to curled toe. It takes all the self-control you have to not crush his head between your thighs. As your hips twitch in the aftershocks, he whimpers in pleasure. You hear a splattering sound and look up. Fluttershy raises her hand, staring at the jizz on her fingers in fascination. She licks a bit, makes a face, then wipes her hand off on his ass.
Oh yeah. You open your legs, freeing the guy. He flops onto his side, flushed, panting and trembling. You run a hand through your hair and glance at Fluttershy. She is sniffing her hand, then blushes as she meets your gaze. You shrug.
"So that happened."
She hides her hand behind her back.
"Yeah..."
The guy staggers to his feet, then freezes at the sight of Fluttershy. You put a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Here's the deal. We won't turn you in and you get to be our workout fuckbuddy."
He blinks.
"Really?"
You shift your hand and grab his butt.
"Yes really. You like that, slut?"
His breath hitches.
"Yeah, I do."
You grin.
"Good. Go ahead and get naked, Flutters, we'll meet you in the showers."
She nods eagerly and starts stripping. You push your new friend along.
"So, before we run a tunnel on you, what is your name, slut?"
He turns to face you in the shower stall, his eyes flickering towards your chest.
"I'm Anon."
You grin.
"Cute name. I'm Gilda. You got a girlfriend?"
He shakes his head. You put an arm around his shoulders, your breast mashed against his arm.
"Then today's your lucky day! You have two now, and we're going to make sure you don't get any more silly ideas like stealing underwear or going to the cops. Sound good?"
Anon reaches back and hefts your butt cheek as Fluttershy bounces into the stall.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Good boy."
As Fluttershy presses up against him, you get a good feeling about the whole thing. She gets a good motivator to go to the gym regularly. Anon himself could stand to lose some weight and get toned. And you get the satisfaction of training up a gym bunny. Thank Faust for perverted boys.
Author's Note
All characters herein are above 18 years of age.
First Person POV
Be Gilda, bordering on manifesting a Stand out of my post-workout body odor. It'd probably punch really hard or something, I don't know, Fluttershy is the one that watches that dweeby weeby shit. I give her a nod as she bounces on the treadmill and she waves back. I am proud of her sticking with the gym into February, unlike most of the New Year's tourists.
I trot into the locker room and set my gym bag by my locker. I shuck off my clothes and stuff them into my stankbag and grab my shampoo bottle. Walking into the nearby shower stall, I hear the locker room door open again. I don't pay it any mind until I hear a metallic snipping sound and the clatter of a lock hitting the tile. I stride out of the stall with a scowl on my face, which turns to confusion. There's a short guy in shorts and a t-shirt pawing through someone else's locker, a pair of bolt cutters laying on the bench. He smirks and straightens up, something clenched in his hand. When he sees me, he pales and tenses. I growl,
"What do you think you're doing, punk?"
He tries to bolt past me, but I grab him by the arm and pull him back. He yelps as I lift him into the air and thunk him down on the bench.
"I'm sorry! I-"
His nose wrinkles as I lean in and pry his hand open to find...
"A pair of pink panties?"
I stare at his reddening face.
"Huh. I didn't know guys could be perverts too."
He weakly struggles against my grip on his arm.
"Let me go, alright? Or at least put some deodorant on, you smell terrible."
I frown at him, then look down at myself. I am still naked and sweaty. With a growl I drag the short guy to the shower stall and ignore his renewed struggling and protests. I push him down and clamp his torso and head between my thighs as I start the water. He squirms and growls in frustration.
"Hey, are you trying to drown me or something?"
I roll my eyes at his theatrics and squeeze him until he wheezes.
"You can't drown in a shower, idiot."
I relax my thighs and squirt some shampoo into my hand. He pushes weakly against my leg.
"Bitch."
I give him another squeeze, and he stops struggling. As I continue my showering routine, I feel his head twist a little back and forth between my inner thighs. His damp hair leaves tingles behind as it brushes a mere few inches from my snatch. It's... distracting.
Not long after, I feel something poke against my ankle. I look down and see him blushing, his wet shorts doing nothing to hide his erection. I practically purr as I turn off the water,
"You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"S-shut up!"
I grab his arm again and haul him back to my locker. It's a little tricky getting my towel and drying off one-handed, but I manage. The guy is shivering when I get done. I show him a predatory grin.
"You shouldn't wear wet clothes; you'll catch a cold."
He glares at me, but doesn't resist when I yank his clothes off and give him my towel. The guy is a little pudgy around the middle, but he carries his weight well enough. I grin as I see his six-inch wang sway in the air as he dries off. When he's done, he throws the towel at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
"What now?"
I lick my lips.
It's fine, right? I am just keeping him here until someone gets the authorities... He's hard, he wants it. I sit down on the bench and pull him down between my legs. He hesitates, his face a bare few inches from my honeypot. I grab his hair and mash his face into my crotch. He gives me a half-hearted glare then gets to licking. I brace myself with one arm on the bench while I bite my lip and stroke his hair. His tongue licks and flicks and drags, coaxing more and more of my juices into his slutty mouth.
I stare down at him with lidded eyes and a smug grin. The look of impotent defiance in his eyes is turning me on more than it should. I bring my leg up, using my calf to keep him trapped and lapping at my clit. That frees up my hand to rub and squeeze at my breasts. I croon in pleasure, taking a special satisfaction in the blush on his face and the lust I can see in his gaze. I slowly roll my hips, shuddering at the waves of bliss rising within me.
"Mmm, yes, just like that..."
My chest heaves as he swirls his tongue around my clit. What a talented little slut I've captured~
The locker room door opens up and I freeze. The guy keeps going, and I realize my thighs are clamped around his ears, he didn't hear a thing. Fluttershy walks into view and pauses to take in the situation. She turns beet red. I rush to explain myself.
"Look, he's a thief, he deserves it! He was hard, and... see, he was using that bolt cutter, and-"
She looks over at where I gestured.
"That's my locker! This is the third time this month someone stole my underwear! Or, I guess, tried to steal it. Um."
She looks at me, then the guy on his hands and knees between my legs.
"Thanks for catching him?"
I shudder as he sucks on my clit.
"No, oh, problem."
What am I even supposed to say in this situation? Fluttershy bites her lip.
"Can I... touch him?"
I feel myself relax a bit. She's not going to snitch on me.
"Yeah, go for it."
The guy's face has lost all trace of defiance. He just stares blankly into my bush as he licks me out like a pudding cup. Fluttershy approaches and crouches down. She reaches between his legs, her cheeks red and her eyes bright. The guy jolts, his eyes going wide as he looks up at me. I grin and run my hand through his hair. Suddenly, he seems much more eager about going down on me, the slut.
Flutters has a hand on his ass, the other milking his dick. I shudder, grinding my pussy against his eager mouth. The locker room echoes with the sounds of vulgar slurping and panting breath. The slut moans happily, his hands exploring my thighs, his face shiny with my juices. I bite my lip.
"Oh, fuck!"
I tip over into orgasm, warmth and pleasure flooding me from tip to curled toe. It takes all the self-control I have to not crush his head between my thighs. As my hips twitch in the aftershocks, he whimpers in pleasure. I hear a splattering sound and look up. Fluttershy raises her hand, staring at the jizz on her fingers in fascination. She licks a bit, makes a face, then wipes her hand off on his ass.
Oh yeah. I open my legs, freeing the guy. He flops onto his side, flushed, panting and trembling. I run a hand through my hair and glance at Fluttershy. She is sniffing her hand, then blushes as she meets my gaze. I shrug.
"So that happened."
She hides her hand behind her back.
"Yeah..."
The guy staggers to his feet, then freezes at the sight of Fluttershy. I put a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Here's the deal. We won't turn you in and you get to be our workout fuckbuddy."
He blinks.
"Really?"
I shift my hand and grab his butt.
"Yes really. You like that, slut?"
His breath hitches.
"Yeah, I do."
I grin.
"Good. Go ahead and get naked, Flutters, we'll meet you in the showers."
She nods eagerly and starts stripping. I push my new friend along.
"So, before we run a tunnel on you, what is your name, slut?"
He turns to face me in the shower stall, his eyes flickering towards my chest.
"I'm Anon."
I grin.
"Cute name. I'm Gilda. You got a girlfriend?"
He shakes his head. I put an arm around his shoulders, my breast mashed against his arm.
"Then today's your lucky day! You have two now, and we're going to make sure you don't get any more silly ideas like stealing underwear or going to the cops. Sound good?"
Anon reaches back and hefts my butt cheek as Fluttershy bounces into the stall.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Good boy."
As Fluttershy presses up against him, I get a good feeling about the whole thing. She gets a good motivator to go to the gym regularly. Anon himself could stand to lose some weight and get toned. And I get the satisfaction of training up a gym bunny. Thank Faust for perverted boys.
