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- >When you first started going to the gym, you were a skinny nerd.
- >After weeks of hard training, you're still a nerd, but you're a buff nerd with more confidence.
- >And you owe it all to her.
- >Azar is a manticore, a rare monster from Persia with a muscular, leonine body and the tail of a scorpion.
- >At first, you'd been nervous around the tall, powerful monster woman.
- >Her species has a reputation as man-eaters.
- >A not entirely undeserved reputation, but Azar is nothing like that.
- >The first time you'd seen her, it had been from across the gym.
- >She had looked frightful, fur streaked with sweat and her face grim.
- >You'd wanted nothing to do with her.
- >And for a while, you didn't.
- >Conversely, you also were making no headway on your exercises.
- >You got into a cycle of going to the gym, disappointing yourself, then giving up and going home.
- >Then, one day, you tripped, and the weight you'd been returning to the rack slammed against the floor as you bumped your head.
- >It was nothing serious, but it dazed you and caught the attention of the other gym-goers.
- >Somebody cried out, and before you knew it, you were lifted off the ground by a pair of large, furry hands.
- >"Are you alright?" They asked in a thick accent, their voice deep yet distinctly feminine.
- >Dazed, you shook yourself, trying to clear the stars. You muttered something about being fine, but you weren't certain.
- >"That was a bad fall." They - she - was quite gentle despite the size disparity between you.
- >As she gently set you down on your feet, steadying you with a hand as she softly swiped at your brow with a padded thumb, she asked, "Should I call for an ambulance?"
- >Not wanting to drag your embarrassment out any further and still dazed, you reached out to pat her shoulder.
- >"OH!"
- >Her startled exclamation, coupled with your hand meeting with something soft and furry, was enough to bring you back to your senses.
- >You finally registered the person helping you.
- >It was Azar, of course.
- >She was even bigger up close, broad and tall and exuding heat.
- >You'd made a miscalculation trying to pat her shoulder.
- >You were still "miscalculating," as your hand lingered on her bountiful, furred bosom.
- >She looked startled, and you felt you looked much the same.
- >You snatched your hand away, terror welling up inside you.
- >Azar could have - and still could - killed you in a dozen horrible ways.
- >She didn't, of course.
- >Her shock melted away as she smiled an awkward, toothy smile that at the time had horrified you.
- >Her laughter was nervous and forced. "You are alright, yes?"
- >And things had progressed from there.
- >The only thing more powerful than your fear of the manticore had been your embarrassment and shame.
- >You'd spent days afterward apologizing and making amends for your misconduct, all of which she'd assured you was unnecessary.
- >When you'd offered to buy her lunch, however, things had taken a turn.
- >You suppose that counted as your first date together.
- >As she was on her third steak and you were still picking away at your chicken, you got into talking about your lives and your shared interests.
- >That had lead to her asking if you wanted help with your workout routine, which you had.
- >She was more than willing to train you, and though you were still a little nervous around her, you were happy to accept.
- >That brings us back to the present, some weeks later.
- >You and Azar have been dating as she trained you, and your added bulk has been quite pleasing to the both of you.
- >As it turns out, manticores do have a taste for humans, though the modern expression is changed.
- >Azar exemplifies it.
- >Her kisses are always deep and last until you're gasping for breath.
- >She enjoys lapping the sweat from your skin, savoring your salty flavor.
- >When you make love, she all but demands fellatio.
- >You love the blissful, satisfied look on her face as she swallows your load.
- >Her adoring eyes locked with your own as she slurps and gulps lasciviously.
- >For a time, you'd joined Azar at her home to work out in her home gym.
- >That hadn't worked out too well as you'd spent more time fucking and less time exercising.
- >Azar argues that sex in and of itself is good exercise, but a regimen needs more variety.
- >You chose to remain living with her, though.
- >Her house is better than yours, and she loves your company.
- >So, you and she fell into a routine.
- >Wake up, sex, breakfast, gym, sex, work, lunch, home, sex, yoga, sex during yoga, chores, dinner, sex, bed, sex, repeat.
- >Honestly, the greatest challenge is staying hydrated.
- >But you love it.
- >Azar is a dynamo when she's out of her shell.
- >You'll never forget the time you were bench pressing, and suddenly her large, lovely breasts were hanging in your face, bare nipples poking through her fur.
- >It was a strong motivator to complete your set just so you ravish her.
- >You give as good as you get, though.
- >More than once you've surprised her by diving between her legs and tasting of her soft and lovely cunt.
- >And her ass. Oh, her ass!
- >You've numbed your hand swatting that firm, round posterior.
- >There's nothing quite like pounding away at her backside, the heat of your loins broiling, and giving her chitinous tail a good tug.
- >It makes her shriek and squirt every single time.
- >Now, on this day, as you lay atop her hot, muscular, furry body, face buried in the deep valley of her cleavage, you consider.
- >With her big, soft paw on your backside, squeezing you possessively, her face serene, you know what you want.
- >You're thinking of asking her to marry you.
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