You wander your way back into the showers, stopping once again at the lockers to deposit your revealing chain mail bikini. Right on time, you hear the tell-tale sound of rushing water just up ahead, and as usual, you see Brooke washing at her fur lightly in the first shower stall.

With your first step, her ears perk, and she turns to you. She smiles once more; you can’t tell at this distance, but her smile looked a little... devious. Or maybe playful. You’re not sure what the difference is. "Hey, babe," she says, giving you a wink. "The water’s warm, but my stall is cold... care to come and warm it up?"

Another invite to wash her back. She either exhausted herself in the gym and she can barely lift her arms – and you wouldn't be surprised if that were the case – or she’s got something on her mind. You agree, playing along for now, and step into her stall, right behind her. Lecherously, you find yourself excited at using your hands to see her body again.

You remove your towel, placing it on the wall of the stall, and step in close to her. Once more, you begin to lather up your hands and get to work, when she turns on the spot, looking into your eyes. "Y'know," she starts, closing the remainder of the distance, "I’ve been thinking about our relationship for the past few days now. And I don’t think I like it." You look at her, confused, a hundred different replies swirling around your head. You settle for a simple, dumb, 'huh?' "Every day, we come here, we work out, and then we shower. We’re not getting to know each other any better. No invites out to dinner; no sunset walks down at the lakeside; nothing, just the gym."

You’re not positive where she’s going with this. "That’s not very exciting, in my opinion. We’re friends, right? We should get to know each other better." She wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer. Her hands massage your shoulders, softly and methodically, working her fingers over your skin. "So, today, let’s mix it up. I’ll wash your back, if you’re still willing to wash mine."

She gets to work right away, rubbing at your shoulders, soaking the water into your skin. You don’t know if she even has any soap on them, but you don’t particularly care. You return the motions, getting at her usual spots, just from a different perspective. "I was on the jogging track earlier today," she says, nearly a whisper, leaning in close, letting her breasts squeeze against your well-rounded tits, her thighs pressed tightly together and leaning into yours, "and I thought to myself, 'man, I can’t wait to talk to her again today. I should ask her for another massage. She really knows how to work a pair of shoulders.'" You feel your long tool beginning to wake from her proximity, and in just a few seconds, she’ll know it.

Her hands trail down to your upper back, and you follow suit. "But that’s hardly fair. I ask you – a sexy, sweet thing like yourself – to jump into a shower, ass-naked, with a sexy, sweet thing like myself, and do nothing but listen to me talk and wash my back for me. And it wouldn't even be the first time! I still owe you one from before. What kind of bitch would I be, if I tried to pull that a second time, am I right?" You say nothing, frowning slightly, continuing to wash her back while maintaining eye contact. "Well," she laughs, "don’t be too quick to correct me there."

Her hands begin to travel lower, onto your lower back. Her body presses forward, her lower stomach connecting with your own. Her thighs brush against your quickly rising veiny cock, and she’s not even pretending it was an accident. "To be honest hun, it was hard enough for me to tease you the first time, when I first asked you to wash my back. Seeing you walk in, fresh from the gym, buck-naked except for that towel... god, you looked delicious. But you know, it’s hard to really connect with anyone in this gym. Everyone’s got sex on their mind one way or another – I haven’t been able to really hold a conversation with any of them without it ending with come-ons and invites back to their place. Don’t get me wrong, I love me some sex, but sometimes I just want someone to talk to, you know?"

Finally, her hands travel down to your muscly rump, giving each cheek as strong a squeeze as her damaged hands can give. You take that as an invitation, and you return suit, finally getting your hands on her firm butt. It has barely any movement or jiggle to it, but given the body tone of the Shepherd you’re groping, you’re neither surprised nor disappointed. "You stepped up to the plate that one time days ago. I got to know you, and you got to know me. And... I got to watch you. Every time I saw you, you were trimmer; buffer; sexier. Every day it was harder to not throw it all to the wind and fuck you then and there.

.. So hopefully," she says, closing the gap between your faces, "you won’t mind if this horny bitch indulges herself." With that, she presses her lips against yours, although this time, there is no resistance or apprehensiveness: her tongue quickly slips out, running unimpeded into your mouth and dancing along with yours. She turns you to the side, pushing your back up against the stall wall, her mouth never leaving yours as she hungrily, ravenously, explores your mouth with her tongue. There was nothing teasing or cutesy about it: Brooke wants you, and wants you bad.

Your hands waste no time in feeling and groping all over your new canine lover’s body, appreciating every nuance of the tight muscles you feel under her short fur. Her strong shoulders; her thick upper-back; her taut lower-back; and her tight ass. Your mast rises in the excitement, reaching up between your bodies, sliding itself across her fine belly fur. Your cunt likewise quivers in excitement, readying itself, though in Brooke’s ravaging passion, you wonder how you’ll be able to satisfy all of yourself, if you even can.

Brooke moves fluidly, her own hands returning the favor, gently gliding over every muscle and admiring everything they find. Her right hand travels around your back with her left runs and combs through your hair. Her body grinds against you, her breasts heaving and pressing against your own. She humps her hips up and against you, letting her tight vagina run and rub against your hard shaft. All the while her mouth hungrily explores yours, her long, fat canine tongue dancing excitedly in your mouth, learning everything there is to know of your own.

She’s relentless. You feel her every excited movement – the claws on her hands rake through your hair and the heat of her belly presses into yours, the strength of her six-pack abs making itself known. Her mouth eventually, almost reluctantly, pulls away from yours, gasping for air, but she doesn't spend much time recovering as she immediately starts laving your neck with her tongue. Her hands continue to explore, one gripping softly at your love-handles while the other dips lower, approaching the height of your nice toned ass. She’s deliberately avoiding contact with your cock, save for teasing it roughly with her abdomen as she rocks against you.

Your hands roam in time with hers, and just as she comes to the base of your ass, you come to hers. You grip, squeezing as much as you can into your palms, and you’re simultaneously excited and disappointed when the tightness of her bottom prevents you from gripping much. Not to be outdone, she pulls her claws against the skin of yours – knowing she unfortunately can’t actually grip yours, she does the next best thing. Wantonly, you slap both her ass-cheeks as hard as you can, making her yelp and jump, then immediately coo.

She keeps you pinned against the stall wall as she lowers her body, bringing her head to your breasts. Eagerly, she begins licking the flesh of your breasts, using her tongue to heft and drag the fat of them with each lick, slowing and moaning every time she hits a nipple. She finally drops her hands down, one wrapping and caressing carefully, diligently, around your hard prick while the other trails the cleft of your toned butt, a single claw running between them and towards your taint. She doesn't waste a moment when she finds your twat instead of plain skin, apparently not unfamiliar with multitasking.

You grind your hips on Brooke’s hands as one glides easily up and down your lubricated dick while the other begins to gently pump into your twat, all the while her tongue continues to bathe your breasts. You cradle her head in your own hands, unable to do much else with how she’s treating your body. Finally, she gets down to business, dropping to her knees and bringing herself face-to-face with your equipment.

She can hardly contain herself as she sets her tongue to work once again. She opens wide and sucks you into her, clamping her mouth gently shut around your meat, minding her teeth. She takes it slowly, in contrast to her apparent eagerness: she eases her head down, slowly taking it more and more, until her nose presses against your pelvis and she slowly begins to rise back up. However, all the while, her tongue is going a mile a minute, pressing and playing, teasing and tasting, working every nerve you have in your sensitive unusual endowment. The attentions make you melt into her mouth, and the sounds of her 'mmm’ing with every pass just get you that much more excited.

You tremble and whimper, approaching your edge with the things Brooke is doing to you. She’s very skilled, and she uses everything she knows to bring you to your climax – seemingly, anyway. She recognizes the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm, and she angrily stands up, bringing herself to your eye level. "Don’t be rude," she chastises, reaching around behind you and gripping onto the stall wall you’re leaning on. She lifts one leg and wraps it around your curvy hips, lining her hot, tight twat with your unusually large endowment but refusing to make the first move. "I know you weren't thinking of finishing without me." You assure her that you wouldn't dream of it. "Good. Get to work. You have some ground to make up. Show me what your hot bod can do."

You grin and take the invitation gladly. You grip onto her own hips tightly, admiring the feel of her body under your palms, as you thrust into her. She gasps and stutters, mouth dropping agape once your wet mythical mast is thrust imperiously into her, through no small effort on your part. Her bravado wavers and her arms buckle as her weak grip tries to keep her steady. You, though, just stand there for a moment, enjoying the feel of her velvet cunt accepting you as it had. She’s tight, amazingly so – for someone with so much experience pleasuring a herm like yourself, she seems almost virginally tight.

She takes a moment to recompose herself. "Hot enough for you?" she asks. You refuse to let her think you’re not up to the task, and begin to rock your hips. She reciprocates, relaxing and exhaling with every draw out, and tensing and inhaling with every push in. Her pussy clenches and relaxes with her every movement. "Every muscle," she emphasizes like a braggart.

Her request not-forgotten, you put everything your body has into fucking the Shepherd girl. You’re determined to fuck her until she regrets doubting you. Your hands travel down to her ass, gripping hard for leverage, as you pump your throbbing dick in and out with everything you have. Brooke’s grin fades underneath her swishing light-brown hair and beneath the sheen of the water still clinging to her face while you ravage her. Her tongue lolls and spittle sometimes convulsively flings from her slack mouth. Her hands move from the stall wall to your neck, and she looks down at you – her expression is difficult to read, as focused as she is on the pounding you’re giving her. Nonetheless, her brown eyes never leave yours.

Her breathing comes out ragged, rising in pitch the longer and harder you go without slowing the littlest bit. Her breasts bounce with the rest of her, and eventually, she lifts her other leg, forcing you to carry all of her weight in your hands. You grunt with her, fucking her, feeling her vice down on your hot prick, her voice ascending the closer she gets. "Fuck!" she says occasionally, not having the energy to say it much louder than her senseless moaning.

"Fuck yes baby," she chants every once in a while. "Fuck me, you dirty herm bitch. Show me what you got. Cum in me, you sexy slut, fucking give me all you got." You say nothing in response, and simply keep doing what you’re doing. You drill into that canine pussy, giving Brooke everything you have. Your body burns and your cum churns the longer you go. Her voice ascends from pitiful puppy whining to the jubilant cries of a woman well fucked, and the rise of her yells bring with them the rise of your cum.

She howls to the ceiling as her body convulses, unable to contain herself anymore. She orgasms hard, squeezing your cock hard, making your last few thrusts all the sweeter before you cum yourself. Your fluid pumps into her hungry cooch with abandon: each of your heartbeats begets a pulse through your mast and into her womb. She continues to shout with each of her convulsions, her voice slowly and steadily descending as her own orgasm subsides. It takes you a moment to calm down, yourself. Whatever’s left of your energy goes into your neglected cunt as it erupts itself, spraying its own juices down your legs and onto the shower floor. Your pussy quivers and cums long and hard, squirting in time with your throbbing dick, the warm fluids mingling and contrasting with the cooling shower water. As it winds down with the rest of you, you’re conflicted between reaching down and giving your feminine half some special attention, and simply not touching anything, afraid that the sensations would be too much for your addled body.

You both buck against each other for a few moments longer, letting yourselves wind down from the intensity of your lovemaking. You both occasionally spasm and thrust slightly, drawing it all out, but you both know it’s over. She takes her time to disengage from you, letting you run your fingers lightly across her skin while you both catch your breath. The shower water’s long since turned ice-cold, though it’s steamy enough between you two.

Your head is hung, her tits in your eyesight but you’re not really paying attention to anything as you catch your breath. You feel a gentle thumb and finger wrap around your chin, drawing your eyes up. Before you know it, your lips are closed with hers as her tongue once again tangles with yours. While just as passionate as ever, there is considerably less ferocity.

You bend your legs slightly and move your hands gently up her back, wordlessly telling her to stand on her own. She moans, disappointed, but complies, and she eventually pulls away from you. You’re both panting hard, feeling as though you've been worked over far harder than any machine in the gym could do. "Holy shit," she says. Hardly the most romantic phrase, but succinct and appropriate. She looks you over, leaning against the opposite wall, draping her arms over the top edge. You’re both tired, but thoroughly sated. "Not bad" she eventually says, teasingly. You don’t really respond; you just grin up at her knowingly. "Could be better. Hit the gym some more, and maybe you’ll have the stamina to keep up with me."

You laugh, approaching Brooke and giving her a slap on her thigh. Her skin doesn't yield at all and her body barely flinches from the strike. Still, she plays along, 'ooh’ing after your playful slap. "All right, I’ll be honest babe, that was something else." She leans forward, wrapping herself lovingly around you once more. "Next time I’ll only put half as much effort into working out so I’ll have more energy to fuck you with. You better return the favor, you hot bitch, or I won’t play nice next time."

You ask if that’s a promise. She simply laughs, and kisses you once more, mouth closed. "We should probably finish washing up,“ she suggests. "We don’t want to leave this place dirtier than when we came in." As much as you’re enjoying the afterglow, you concede her point. You share the same stall as you help each other rinse off – taking care not to make it any more intimate as it is. You wouldn't want to run the gym’s water bill any higher than you already have.