Kangaroo Story

>You are Anon, and you are not prepared.
>After losing a bet to a friend, you agreed to let them sign you up for a personal trainer at your local gym.
>You barely exercise, so this first day is going to hurt like hell; you can feel it.
>You stand in the lobby area of the gym, waiting for the trainer to arrive.
>You weren’t really sure what people normally wore during workouts, so you just went with an old t-shirt and some sweatpants with tennis shoes.
>Minus the shoes, this is something you’d normally wear to bed.
>Just goes to show how-
>”G’day!”
>You perk up and glance over at the sudden greeting.
>Your eyes widen at the sight of what looks to be a kangaroo jogging towards you.
>She’s rather tall, cream-colored fur on her muzzle, handpaws, and thick tail wagging behind her.
>A short mop of brown hair atop her head, pointed ears sticking up on either side.
>You’re more focused on her rather generous hips.
>You can’t tell if they’re due to muscle, or something else.
>Either way, you’re hooked and you can’t stop staring.
>”You’re Anon, aren’t’cha?”
>Okay, NOW you can stop.
>You nod, putting out a hand.
"Yeah, that's me. Nice to me-"
>She crushes your hand in her grip and nearly dislocates your arm.
>"Right back atcha, mate! Name's Maggie! I'm your new personal trainer! Hope you're ready for a hard workout!"
>After that handshake, you're more ready to go home and admit defeat.
>Still, a bet's a bet.
>You smile, trying to act like your arm isn't completely shattered.
"Yeah, I'm ready...as I'll ever be."
>She gives you a playful slug on your shoulder, which doesn't help matters.
>"Aces! C'mon, then! Let's go set some goals!"
>She jogs off deeper into the gym.
>You follow quickly, rubbing your tender arm.
>This is definitely not going to be easy.
>Maybe you should just call it quits and head out.
>You pick your head up, getting a pleasant view of her ample rump, bouncing as she jogged.
>Eh, it can't be THAT bad...
>An hour and a half goes by.
>You're not even sure how you're still alive.
>Maggie's been pushing you to your limits in every corner of the gym.
>You're completely drenched in sweat, and everything hurts.
>Your arm is nothing compared to the rest of you.
>Maggie slaps you on the back and tells you to go hit the showers.
>You painfully hobble into the locker room and collapse onto a bench.
>You make a mental note to call your friend and tell them you can't take this shit.
>Bet or no bet, Maggie's intense workouts are gonna kill you.
>Maybe you can work something out where you cover the cost of hiring her and call it even.
>Heavy footfalls alert you to someone coming in.
>It's...Maggie?
>A bit strange, considering it's the men's locker room.
>"How ya feelin', Anon?"
>You straighten up, trying to not look completely broken.
"Fine..."
>She steps closer, putting a hand on your shoulder.
>Gently, thank Christ.
>"I just wanted to say that I'm real proud of ya. Ya really gave it your all out there!"
>You can't help but feel like something else is going on.
>You peer around the room to see if anyone else is nearby.
"Uh, aren't you worried someone will-"
>She shakes her head.
>"Naw, mate. I come in here all the time. 'Sides, I own the place. What are they gonna tell me?"
>What.
>She takes a seat next to you, arm wrapped around your shoulder.
>"I know working out and sticking to a routine can seem pretty intimidating, but trust me when I say it's rewarding!"
>She leans closer, whispering in your ear.
>"Why don't I show you some of the benefits?"
>Your cheeks feel warm as you process the situation.
>Before you can speak, Maggie picks you up, effectively lifting you off the ground.
>She's not deceptively strong or anything; you can make out some muscle definition underneath the pink tracksuit she wore.
>Still, it takes you off guard a bit.
>"Just relax, mate. Let ol' Maggie take care of ya."

>She pressed her lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.
>You're quick to return it, doing your best to rest your hands on her wide hips, even though you're a bit too high.
>It's not long before you feel her long, rough tongue enter your mouth.
>You push back with yours, the feeling of your growing cock pushing against her stomach becoming more apparent.

>Maggie breaks the kiss.
>You can see the lust in her sky-blue eyes.
>"Looks like someone's rarin' to go..."

>She sets you down and promptly shucks off your pants and boxers.
>Your cock stands at attention, pre dripping from the tip.
>Maggie grins, teasingly unzipping the top of her tracksuit.
>"Take a good look, mate. This is what years of hard work gets ya."
>She slips off her pants and you gawk in amazement.
>Modest biceps, toned abs, and killer thighs greet you.
>All complimented by a black sports bra covering her modest chest, and black panties hugging her sexy hips.
>She steps toward you, swaying in a sensual, show-offy manner.
>"Whaddaya think, love? Ready for the cooldown?"

>Your cheeks burn, and you slowly nod your head.
>Next thing you know, Maggie pulls you into a sort of hug, holding your face up against her abs.
>Her fur is warm, and a bit damp with sweat.
>You stay there for a moment, gently kissing her stomach while rubbing with the other hand.
>She giggles.
>”C’mon, you can do better than that…”
>You nod, and drop down to crotch-level.
>From there, you begin to stroke her through the fabric of her panties.
>Your other hand is petting along her inner thigh.
>She moans quietly, widening her stance to give you better access.
>You take this as a cue to slip her panties down her legs.
>You slip a few fingers inside her to rub at her inner walls, while your other hand tends to her clit.
>Maggie moans louder, and you look up to see her gripping onto the lockers with one hand, and fondling her breast with the other.
>Your fingers start to feel wet, as you watch her drip onto the floor.
>”Nngghh…fuck…”
>You remove your fingers and bring your tongue in to lick up the seeping juices.
>She places a hand on the back of your head, holding you there as your tongue slips in between her glistening folds.
>”F-fuck! Anon!”
>Some of her wetness drips down onto your still-hard cock.
>You reach down and start jerking yourself off while continuing to eat her out.
>Maggie finally lets go of your head, and you look up at her, licking your lips.
>She grins, putting a hand on your shoulder and pushing you down until you’re in a laying position.
>She widens her stance some more, lining herself up with your cock before squatting with those powerful legs.
>The head of your cock just barely touches her entrance.
>”Let’s see how your endurance holds up, eh?”