Mars stared at the gym in dismay; it was absolutely packed, everyone trying to get a head start on their New Year's resolutions. The Maned Wolf checked his watch: 5:30 PM, he had some time before his date. He smiled briefly at the thought; he had finally worked up the nerve to ask Scott, the cute Red Fox receptionist, out to some drinks. That wasn't until 8:00, Mars had hoped to get a workout in before then. He shrugged and made for the back of the room, scanning the far wall as he weaved through the crowd. Despite the obvious busyness he hoped for an open squat rack. He paused at the edge of the row, they were all taken. Another glance told him most of the racks had just been occupied, except for the one at the very end. A massive Incineroar sat on a bench next to it, scrolling on his phone. It looked tiny in his massive paw, and Mars briefly wondered how small he'd look in his arms.

He felt his dick twitch at the thought, restrained by the jockstrap he wore beneath his shorts. He forced himself to look away, studying the bar. 2-3-4-5 plates; Mars ran a quick calculation in his head and felt his eyes go wide. 495 pounds! He looked at the Incineroar once again. Each of his legs was double the size of Mars' whole torso. Mars felt the twitch once again. Even though he mainly topped, he had to chase bottom thoughts out of his head, especially when the big cat's leg shifted and Mars saw the heft of his bulge. Mars forced himself to step forward and called to mind Scott's cute ass. He didn't have time to sit around drooling over this random cat just because he was muscular.

"Excuse me." Mars tried to get the Incineroar's attention. No response, he noticed the cat had earbuds in. He tried again, a little louder this time. "Excuse m-" Mars froze. The Incineroar was glaring at him, sharp teeth visible through a sneer.

"It's taken." The cat snarled, briefly looking Mars up and down with a look of contempt. Mars swallowed, taken off guard by the hostility.

"Well how much longer will yo-"

"A long fucking time bitch." The Incineroar's low voice rumbled. Mars watched as he put his earbud back in and went back to scrolling. He shook his head, some people were just plain mean. He scanned the racks on more time. Still taken. He sighed and looked for another station. There was an elliptical open not too far away. Not his preferred machine but it would have to do. He lifted his lean frame onto the seat and slid his paws into the restraints. He slipped his own earbuds in and selected his workout playlist, beginning to slowly peddle.

After a few minutes he increased the pace, keeping his breathing level. A flurry of motion caught his eye. Mars watched as the Incineroar finally came to his feet and walked over to the bar. With a deep breath the Incinearoar rose, resting the bar on his shoulders. It visibly sagged with the shear amount of weight on it. the vat took a few slow steps back and planted his feet before squatting low, his butt almost touching the floor. Mars felt his peddling slow as he stared, what strength... what an ass. The Incineroar's glutes strained against the fabric of his shorts as he rose, loudly exhaling at the effort. He went down again, and again. By the time he was done Mars had long stopped peddling, staring in awe at the mountain of muscles. The cat re-racked the weights with a crash and ducked back beneath the bar, turning as he did so. He rose, and Mars realized with a start that the Incineroar was sporting a raging hard-on that was very visible through the shorts. It took everything in Mars' power to stop himself from drooling at the sight and he felt his own cock start to strain against his jock. A long moment passed, and Mars realized that the cat hadn't moved. The Maned Wolf looked up and realized with a start that the Incineroar was staring directly at him, a look of malice on his face. Mars felt himself go red and turned quickly, throwing himself back into his peddling. How embarrassing, caught drooling over some asshole like a damn tail-raiser. But there was something in the cat's eyes that Mars couldn't stop thinking about. It wasn't malicious, it was something else. Predatory. Mars felt his dick struggle to rise to full-mast, and he redoubled his peddling. Working up a sweat would put his mind at ease, it always had.

An hour later Mars completed his cooldown, his legs protesting at the sudden absence of movement. His forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he could feel it under his shirt as well. Mars grabbed a wipe and sanitized his seat. He probably stunk to high-heaven, that wouldn't do for a date. He made his way to the locker room,and allowed himself to smile; excited for the prospect of the date and that sweet Fox's maw on his dick if everything went right. A flicker of emotion fought its way into that thought. The Incineroar had completed three more sets and then left; Mars thought he saw the big cat glance his way as he left, and he swore he could see the shadow of a smirk on that smug face. And those eyes, that same predatory look. Mars shook his head. He wasn't a child anymore, he couldn't let some asshole get into his head that easily, even if he was a hunky muscle-bound - No! Mars shook his head again, forcing that thought out. He stopped at his locker and checked his watch: 6:45, he'd better shower here. He quickly glanced around, the room was empty, but he could hear the sound of running water coming from the showers. He took his shirt off, relishing in the sudden cool air on his orange fur. He dropped his shorts, feeling exposed in just his jockstrap.

"Well well, how naughty." Mars froze, his fingers hooked into the jock's waistband. He sensed the Incineroar standing right behind him, when had the water stopped? He turned slowly and came face to face with the Incineroar's... The Incineroar towered over him, a towel slung over one shoulder. Mars felt his motuh go dry, the cat's cock was almost as big as he was. "You know, that was very disrespectful, bitch. Staring at me like I'm a piece of meat." Mars looked down at his feet in embarasment, feeling his cheeks go red. His own cock was now straining against the fabric of his jockstrap, and the cat noticed. Mars felt an impossibly large paw slip over his bulge, and a soft moan escaped his lips. "Look at me." The voice was deep and commanding. Mars looked up obediently, seeing that same hungry look in the Incineroar's eyes. "You wanted this, didn't you bitch? That's why you were staring at me like a hungry little slut. His paw close on Mar's cock, a little too tight to be pleasurable. "You disrespected me today, and nobody does that." The voice was suddenly harsh, and Mars caught an edge that made his heart skip a beat.

"How are you going to make it up to me?" The Incineroar continued. Mars couldn't help but watch as the massive cock twitched. The cat noticed the look. "Oh, is that how?" A suddenly cruel smile crossed the Incineroar's face. Mars felt the grip on his own dick tighten slightly, and he quickly nodded, his gaze fixed on the swaying meat in front of him. Mars felt the grip release, then suddenly grab his waistband. Before he could react, the Incineroar yanked his jockstrap down, leaving him totally exposed. His erection flopped free, and Mars moved to cover it. A paw caught his hand, and Mars looked up to that same hungry smile. "Oh the little bitch is excited!" He let out a booming laugh, loud enough that Mars was certain you could hear it over the pop music they were blasting on the workout floor. The cat shifted grabbing the back of the Maned Wolf's head, the other hand lifting the massive cock. He forced his nose into the balls, and let the penis flop down onto his face. "Be a good little slut, and start licking." Mars felt the hand again, forcing his nose deeper into the gigantic balls. He could smell the musk, it was... intoxicating. Mars obediently stuck out his tongue and started to lick at the base of the shaft, feeling it twitch against his face. The cat let out a low, approving moan. "Good slut, get it nice and warmed up." Mars felt the hand slide down his back, coming to rest on the Maned Wolf's plump cheeks. He gasped, feeling the tip of one large finger begin probing his hole. That couldn't be what he meant... could it? There's no way Mars could take all that! But despite himself, Mars begin to feel his cock dripping pre in antioption. Mars continued to lick, feeling the shaft stiffen as he moved up and down the balls. Despite himself, Mars was aroused. The musk forced any other thoughts out of his head, he couldn't get enough of it. He began licking with renewed intensity, and the Incineroar moaned approvingly.

"Hungry little slut, aren't you?" Mars didn't answer, shifting to licking the underside of the shaft. He felt a cool drip onto his forehead as the Incineroar's cock began leaking precum. Mars shifted, tentatively licking the tip of the cat's cock. The Incineroar let out another low moan, and Mars felt the finger begin to force its way into his ass. "Get her nice and lubed up, bitch. It's going here next." Mars felt his hole clench around the massive finger. Something in the cat's voice told him he was serious. Mars opened his mouth wide, struggling to take the massive head inside. The salty taste of precum washed over his tongue as he began to move his head up and down, one hand reaching out to the massive balls in front of him, the other beginning to work the shaft. The Incineroar growled in pleasure, forcing his finger deeper into Mars's tight ass. He moaned around the mass of meat in his mouth, but did not stop sucking. He was just glad the Incineroar didn't expect him to deepthroat it. He continued to suck for what seemed like an hour, the cat working his hole with his finger, occasionally stopping to apply some spit. Finally Mars felt a hand on his head. "Hope you spit on it enough, slut." The low voice rumbled as the cat bent down to whisper in his ear. "Now stand up." Mars obeyed, his knees shaking. The cat spun his finger, signaling him to turn around. Mars obeyed, his heart pounding, and he felt the sheer girth of the cock slam against his ass. The Incineroar grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, grinding his cock but not putting it in... yet. Mars felt a cold sweat break out as the head finally began pressing against his tight hole. Mars whimpered as the pressure grew, it felt like an entire tree trunk was trying to enter. "Stop clenching!" The cat hissed through gritted teeth. Finally, with a resounding shock, the pressure gave and Mars felt his ass stretch to unbelievable size. A shocked moan came from his mouth as the Incineroar began to buck his hips forwards, forcing more and more of his massive dick inside. Mars felt like he was being torn in half, but behind the pain was unspeakable pleasure. The thick cock was reaching places no one had ever before, and Mars felt his own cock twitch as it already began to press against his prostate. After a few minutes, the cat stopped, never relaxing his grip on Mars's hips. It felt like Mars was completely full, but a glance back told him he hadn't even taken a quarter of the massive member. The cat shifted his stance, and Mars braced for a renewed assault. To his surprise the Incineroar suddenly scooped his arms underneath Mars's legs, hoisting him up into the air. Mars found his head resting against the Incineroar's enormous chest, his legs high above him. Before he could even gasp, the cat released his grip slightly, and Mars felt himself sink slowly onto the cock. He turned his head into the chest and moaned, a pitiful mewling as he felt the head of the Incineroar's cock push impossibly deep.

"That's as deep as it goes, huh?" The cat almost sounded disappointed. Mars couldn't muster a reply, only able to moan pathetically as his entire body made way for the sheer mass of dick being forced inside of him. "Well bitch, here's where the fun begins." Mars felt the Incineroar's grip tighten again as his hips pulled back. Mars suddenly felt shockingly empty as the cock was pulled almost all the way out. Then the hips came crashing forward and Mars felt himself being lowered onto the cock at the same instant. Mars let out a loud moan as he felt the head slam into his guts, forcing all the air out of him. The hips quicky pulled back, then slammed in again, faster every time. All Mars could do was clutch at the arms that held him and moan, his tongue lolling out as any sense of decency was fucked out of him. He was just a piece of meat, to be used for the big cat's pleasure. The Incineroar kept pounding relentlessly, and Mars felt a welling inside him. Suddenly he moaned louder as his own useless cock squirted its orgasm onto his chest. The Incineroar didn't seem to notice, or care, and kept pounding the poor Maned Wolf. It went on for what felt like hours, Mars came a second time and still the Incineroar showed no signs of slowing down. Mars became dimly aware of people watching from the door, a mixture of shocked and aroused, but he no longer cared. All he could think about was the feeling of this massive cock wrecking his guts. And how badly he wanted the Incineroar's seed. He let out a low, keening moan.

"B-B-Br-" Mars fought to form a sentence through the relentless pounding. The cat took no notice. "Br-breeeeeeeeeed meeeeeeeeeeee." Mars finally moaned. The Incineroar slowed for an instance, and Mars could see a wicked smile spread across his face.

"What was that, slut?" The cat grinned through grunts as he continued the assault on Mars's guts.

"Breeeeed meeeeeeee, siiiiiiir." Mars added. The Incineroar grinned even wider.

"You asked for it bitch." Mars felt the grip get even tighter, and the pounding increased to a near frantic pace. The Incineroar's breathing grew faster, and Mars could feel the cock twitching deep inside his guts. The cat started to moan in time with Mars, and he felt a final resounding twitch. The Incineroar threw its head back and hissed a resounding moan and thrust one final time inside him. The cats whole body twitched as he unloaded inside Mars. It went on for a full minute, Mars felt every twitch as his guts were flooded with the Incineroar's cum. Mars felt unbearably full, all he could do was lay back against the Incineroar's muscular chest and pant.

"Fuuuuck bitch, you have quite a hole on you." The cat panted, never loosening his grip. "What do you say you come back to my place and finish making up for that insult." Mars weakly checked his watch; 7:55 pm. Didn't he have somewhere to be? Something about a guy, what was his name, Shane? He felt the Incineroar's cock twitch inside him. He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter. He nodded weakly at the Incineroar, it was going to be a long night.