Break a Sweat, Bust a Nut (Patreon)

“Hey, uh Alex… You uh… You remember the day we first met?” asked Ashton, sweat beads rolling off his forehead into his Nike sweatband as he bounced up and down slightly. The more the cheetah moved, the harder it was for him to talk, but he did his best to continue with the conversation; the treadmill was the worst part of his workout, which was why he always left it for last. 

Alex was on the Stairmaster, the absolute worst part of her workout. It helped her maintain a nice and shapely ass though, so it was worth the burn. As sweat rolled down her arms, legs, and forehead, she turned to look at her spotted boyfriend while she continued hiking up the endless flights of stairs. “Huh? Yeah! I remember. Clubhouse Baseball League, right? 2019? My team wiped the floor with you.” The tigress let out a breathy and exhausted chuckle as she wiped her forehead free of the sweat that had accumulated in her fur. With each step she took on that exercise machine, her paws left behind pawprints of sweat that would disappear when the steps rolled away and reappeared at the top again. She kept her eyes on her sweaty cheetah boyfriend as he seemed to be near the limit of what he could do for a workout, too. She was just waiting for him to say he had enough first, otherwise, he’d tease her about it again. They had a bit of a playful rivalry going on that started from a silly argument about their respective species; Ashton went on and on about how cheetahs were faster, while Alex argued that speed meant nothing without endurance. Their spat ended with hot sex, but Ashton never let Alex forget that she claimed tigers were more endurant. He held her to her words, that was for sure. 

“Yeah, right, that’s because you cheated,” Ashton scoffed, wiped the sweat that managed to escape his sweatband off from his cheeks, and gave Alex a look that included raising one of his eyebrows and smirking at her. 

“How did I cheat? We won that game fair and square.” The tigress chuckled. Her steps on the Stairmaster became slightly more aggressive over time and her breathing became heavier as she pushed herself to feel more of the burn. All the while, she showed none of this on her face, save from the sweat beads that continued to roll down her face. 

Ashton reached his hands forward to increase the speed of the treadmill and shrugged his shoulders as he ran faster and faster to stay slightly ahead of the belt rolling underneath him. His breathing became heavier, too, but he still continued their conversation as if he hadn’t just set the treadmill to a speed that would fling him off if he missed even a half-step. “I’m pretty sure tackling me on ‘accident’ and rubbing your leg up against my dick to make it hard is considered cheating.” 

“Haha!” The tigress shook her head as she laughed. “How is that any disadvantage to you, can you not run bases when your dick is hard? And you are supposed to be one of the fastest species out there.” the tigress began to cackle before she turned her gaze to look at her step count. She was in the high thousands in terms of step count, which was already more than her quota, but since her boyfriend wasn’t stopping, she wasn’t going to either. She reached for the speed dial on the Stairmaster and cranked it up a couple of notches. 

“Are you kidding me? The pants we wear are tight enough already, I can’t run as fast with a raging hard-on trying to fit in there, too.” Ashton rolled his eyes. “You try to run as fast as you can with a boner growing and squeezing its way down your thigh. It’s NOT easy.” The cheetah boy shrugged  and let out a heavy exhale. Alex furrowed her brow and chuckled at her boyfriend. “You’re seriously blaming losing the game on a boner you got for me?” 

“No!” Ashton shook his head rapidly. “I’m saying that it was part of it, no way I’m admitting you gave me a boner that cost the entire game. Did you see how weak Ricky’s swing was? Now that was what cost us the game.” After finishing his sentence, he started to show signs of exhaustion; sweat rolled off every part of his body, his face got redder, and he was slowly starting to lose the lead he had with the treadmill. His sweat started to seep into the soft pastel t-shirt he wore and even those exercise shorts he had on were starting to get a little damp; he wasn’t going to be able to outlast his girlfriend, not today at least. 

Alex noticed her spotted boyfriend getting tired and smirked. “You can stop, you know, I’m done with my steps here, too, my thighs are burning like I fell asleep in a sauna…” she chuckled. She was starting to show sweat stains on her sporty tank top and shorts, too, but she was still able to keep her expression somewhat unaffected. Maybe she was right, maybe tigresses weren’t as fast as cheetahs, but had a lot more stamina. Although he was very hesitant to do so, Ashton eventually reached over to stop the treadmill. He let out a very exhaustive sigh as he slowly came to a stop in tandem with the belt. He placed both his hands on the hand grips that were on the machine and leaned his body’s weight onto them as he let out a long and exhausted exhale through his nose. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” he said. “Did you see how fast I was running?” 

The tigress pressed the stop button on the exercise equipment that she was on, too, and slowly came to a stop as the endless steps that finally came to an end. “Mhmm!” she nodded. “But, like I said, speed means very little without endurance, and it looks like I win when it comes to that, as always.” She stuck her tongue out at him before she hopped off the Stairmaster and stretched her arms up above her head. She let out a sigh as her arms came back down to her sides, stepped over to her exhausted cheetah boyfriend and his treadmill, and extended her hand over toward him with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go be lazy on the couch, with jelly legs like that, you are not going to make it to the shower.” Ashton took Alex’s hand and pulled himself off the treadmill with a small grunt. “How don’t you have jelly legs? You look like you barely broke a sweat at all?” asked the cheetah with a furrowed brow. Alex could only chuckle as she pulled her sweaty and smelly cheetah boyfriend close and walked with him over to the small couch that they had set up in their home gym just for sprawling out on when their muscles decided not to be cooperative. “Well, if you’d play tennis with me, I could help you build up your endurance.” Alex and Ashton slowly sat down on the purple couch and let their figures sink into the plush yet firm cushioning on the couch. They sighed simultaneously and turned to look at each other after doing so. 

There was a short moment of silence between them as they stared at each other. Alex stared at the sweat beads that rolled off Ashton’s face, and Ashton did the same with the ones rolling down Alex’s neck and toward her chest. When they both stopped ogling each other and made eye contact, they laughed. “So, why did you bring up the first day we met?” the tigress raised a brow at her boyfriend and nudged him in the shoulder with her own.

Ashton shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, nothing, it was just that our competitiveness reminds me of that day, so I thought I would bring it up to see if you remembered, too.” The cheetah was still breathing quite heavily, his chest rose and fell over and over again as he continued to catch his breath to make up for all the breathing he missed out on while exerting himself. He reached his hand out to give Alex’s hand a firm squeeze and looked into her eyes. 

“It was only three years ago, of course, I remember.” The tigress cooed. “And I will admit, I did cause that boner on purpose, but not because I wanted to make it harder for you to run, no pun intended,” she paused to giggle at the unintended pun before she continued, “But when I tackled you, I felt something reaaaaaaally big in your pants, that’s why I made the comment about you still having your bat on you, I just wanted to feel it a little bit, but I wasn’t going to just grab your dick.” Feeling Ashton squeeze her hand, Alex flipped her hand over so that they could properly hold hands and gave him a nice firm squeeze of the hand in return. “You know, sexual harassment and all.” The tigress winked. 

“Ah yes, rubbing your leg against my cock is much less sexual harassment than just straight up grabbing it.” Ashton nodded and chuckled. “You were super lucky I didn’t report you to the league, huh? You would have gotten kicked out!” He stuck his tongue out at her and wiggled it around to tease her back. 

“Haha, very funny. I knew you wouldn’t report me. Do you know how I knew?” Alex squeezed his tighter and leaned her head on his shoulder. Curious, Ashton raised his left eyebrow and asked, “How?” 

“Well, you were looking at me the entire time I was pitching.” The tiger cooed happily and looked up at her boyfriend. “That’s how I knew.” 

“You do know that’s what we’re supposed to do, right? When you throw the ball, we are supposed to look at the ball?” Ashton started to laugh and turned his head to look at the tigress on his shoulder. He brushed his cheek against Alex’s and let out a cute little purr that was followed by a satisfied sigh. “Oh, you weren’t looking at the ball, that’s why you missed the first throw I hurled at you. You were looking at me. What I want to know, is which part were you looking at specifically…” Alex put her free hand on Ashton’s stomach and finger-walked her way to his pecs that she could barely see the outline of through his shirt. Ashton’s breathing stopped for a second as Alex trailed her fingers up his torso and his eyes left to watch her fingers. He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, not to be dismissive, but because he wasn’t sure he would be able to remember what part of his girlfriend he was staring at specifically. There were so many parts of her he liked looking at. “Fine, fine, guilty as charged. I was looking at your butt. When you lifted your leg before your throw, your pants were so. Fucking. Tight. I couldn’t look at the ball, are you kidding me?” He continued to stare at Alex’s fingers as she drew circles on his shirt, he was physically there, but his mind was thinking about Alex’s ass in her baseball uniform pants. He bit his lip and nodded his head even though Alex hadn’t said anything yet. Just thinking about Alex’s ass made him feel a little tingly. 

Alex raised her brows, nodded, and grinned. “Hah, I knew you were looking at my ass, it looks GREAT in that baseball uniform. You should have seen the creepy looks coach gives me. He’s married and loyal, when I get him to look at it, you know it’s fucking fire…” She chuckled. 

“Yeah… Your butt is fire…” Ashton replied. 

“What do you say we get in our baseball gear and do a little bit of roleplay later?” Alex said with a smile before she pushed herself up to smooch Ashton on his cheek. The smooch on his cheek was enough to knock him out of the daydream and he blinked. When he realized what Alex suggested, he stared at her with almost puppy-dog eyes for a few seconds before he asked to make sure he didn’t mishear her. “Wait, are you serious? I’ve been asking if we could do that for WEEKS.” Ashton’s eyes widened, his ears perked up, and his heart thumped in his chest from both the prior workout and the possibility of him getting some of that baseball girl ass he very much enjoyed. He got more Alex-ass than the toilet seat at their place, but Alex-ass in baseball gear was something that could make his dick hard faster than an electric car going from 0 to 60. From the mention of it alone, his Cheeto became a Cheese Puff. 

“Yeah! I’m serious. I was waiting for these baseball anal beads to be delivered, and they just came in the mail today…” Alex purred. 

Ashton did his best to not make it obvious that he was getting an erection from just talking with her, but it was inevitable that she’d spot it. When he grew, he really grew. Plus, the gym shorts he wore weren’t much help either; the super stretchy material made sure that there was enough room for his long john silver to make an incredibly obvious bulge that would probably get a military platoon killed for revealing their location to the enemy. He did his best not to look down at his own erection, knowing that doing so would get Alex to look, too, but he couldn’t help it. He glanced down for a split second before he looked back at Alex and smiled shyly at her. Without even looking down at his crotch, Alex smirked. “Your dick is hard isn’t it,” Ashton continued to smile at her sheepishly before he rubbed the back of his head and looked down at the sizable bulge that he packed down below.  Alex’s eyes followed and she let out a soft purr. 

“You always get so horny after working out,” Alex chuckled, pulled her head off of his shoulder, and pushed herself up onto her knees. She crawled over toward her boyfriend’s bulge and watched as it twitched and throbbed underneath the silky and shiny fabric of his gym shorts. Her nose wiggled and danced as she picked up the scent of his sweat and arousal.

‘Sniff, sniff, sniff…’ The tigress crept closer to the cheetah boy’s pants and when she was within reach of them, pressed her face gently against the soft cloth. She dragged her nose all the way from his thighs over to his groin where the fat love sausage was poorly hiding. Her big pink nose pressed in against the bottom of the bulge closest to his balls and she took in a deep breath through her nose that was followed by a loud huff out of her mouth. His manly aroma that was filled with his sweat and musk filled her lungs and had her feline brain craving more. She sniffed his balls through his pants again and again until she was wet underneath those blue shorts she wore. The more she sniffed, the harder it was for Ashton to hold back any noises. “Haahnngg…” he moaned. “A-Alex? Shouldn’t we save it for later when we do the baseball thing?” 

“Mhmm, nah, I know you can squirt out more than one load a day, you are so pent up, I can’t have you waiting for that long…” The tigress slid her nose up the length of the outline of Ashton’s cock and sniffed it all the way from base to tip. Once she was at his tip, she kissed down onto his pants and left a nice damp spot of saliva in her wake. She pulled herself back and looked up at his face as she sunk her fingers underneath the elastic of his shorts. She gave him a wink then pulled his pants down to his ankles in a fast motion that left zero room for any drumroll. The pants slipped off, his juicy uncut dick sprung free, and the sweat on his cock was sent flying through the air as his dick went from lying flat against him to standing up at attention. 

With his white and pink colored rod out and proud, Alex wasted no time in grabbing his shaft with one hand and cupping his balls with the other. “Gyuhhhh…” Ashton gritted his teeth and his back slid down the couch slightly. His dick throbbed with his heartbeat; Alex could even feel his pulse through it. 

“I love how your dick throbs for me… Do you like it when I hold your nuts?” Alex turned to Ashton and smiled sweetly. Ashton’s eyes were barely open, he was so pent up, as his hefty nutsack made very apparent, he felt as if he could pop and make a mess any second now. “Y-Yes… I do…” he replied through his gritted teeth and nodded. He opened his eyes up fully to look at his tigress girlfriend as she pulled up her tank top to expose her tits and pressed them up against him. “Excuse me, I’m sweating buckets under there, I hope you don’t mind a little boob sweat, babe…”

The cheetah boy wasn’t able to respond verbally, as Alex started to gently brush her clawed fingers along the underside of his balls. The tingling sensation from her sharp claw being so gentle made him let out another one of his cute squirms. “Hhhhhnnnnnngaah.”

“That’s a cute one, can you make more of those noises for me? It really turns me on…” Alex murmured. She tightened the grip she had around Ashton’s shaft and pulled down slightly to peel back the foreskin covering his glans. As she peeled it back, she was met by a more intense musk that made her nose wiggle and dance again. She sniffed at his dick scent more hungrily than before and closed her eyes. She pressed her nose right up against his tip and snorted his dick like it was top-shelf cocaine.  

‘Snnnnnnnnnnfff.. Snffffff. Snffffffff. Snffffff…’ 

“Mm…” Alex let out a little moan before she opened her eyes back up to stare lovingly at her boyfriend’s dick. She released the grip she had around his shaft for a short moment to slide her hand over his t-shirt and push it up to reveal his toned torso and pecs. Her hand lingered there and played with his nipples and chest. Each time her fingers brushed over his pink nipples, his dick throbbed, which led to her toying with his nipples even more. 

The tingly feeling Ashton felt was all over. It started in his dick but moved up to his chest too when she started playing with his sensitive boy nipples. “Aaaah…” he let out another moan. “A-Alex... I’m really sensitive there… Please… I’m going to cum so quick…” he said with a hint of embarrassment in his tone. The fingers she had wiggling underneath his ballsack didn’t help either, she was very close to tickling his taint which pushed him closer and closer to the edge. 

After hearing his protest, Alex’s hand retreated back to holding his shaft. “Fine, fine, but get ready, I’m going to give you a little lick, and you know how good my tongue is.” Despite the warning from his girlfriend, Ashton was not ready for her tongue. His eyes watched as her mouth opened up in slow-motion and her long, pink, and wet tongue slowly extended out from her mouth. When it dipped down and made contact with his shaft he squirmed, and when Alex slowly dragged it up towards his tip, his eyes squinted shut and he gripped the couch he was on with all his strength. 

Once Alex’s tongue made contact with Ashie’s dick, she caught a good taste of his sweat that had built up during their workout session; it was salty, very savory, and yet still unmistakably dick-flavored. She let out a cute purr and kept her tongue in place at his shaft for a moment before she dragged it up toward her boyfriend’s strawberry pink tip. 

The combination of the hand she had on his nuts, the hand around his shaft, the vibrations of her purrs, and her thick, wet, warm, and juicy tongue dragging up to his hypersensitive dick was more than what Ashton could handle, especially since he had just got done with a workout. His stamina hadn’t been fully restored yet. He further gritted his teeth and kept his eyes squinted shut as he felt the pressure that was building up in his dick and balls reach its tipping point. Alex wasn’t clueless to how close her Ashie was to climax either, with her hands cupped around his balls and wrapped around his shaft, she felt every little movement that his dick made. And since she’d made him cum many times before, it wasn’t hard to recognize the pattern of twitches and throbs that meant he was about to bust his nut. As soon as Alex’s textured feline tongue slipped underneath the crown of his dick, his balls lifted slightly and tucked against the base of his shaft and his hips bucked forward involuntarily. 

“Hhhaaaayhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggg!”

The first thrust came without anything shooting from his dick, but once the second one came around, a rope of thick, white, and hot cheetah cum shot straight out of his dick like a tube of toothpaste had been violently squeezed. The rope shot up a good foot into the air before it fell to the effects of gravity and splattered onto Ashton’s stomach. The ropes that followed were slightly weaker, with some even splattering directly onto Alex’s tongue, much to her delight. 

“Uggghhhnnnnhhh…. Hhhhhhhaaah…”

‘Spurt, splurt, splort, splat…’

After seven squirts of his man goo, Ashton was done. Cum was everywhere, all over the cheetah’s stomach, the tigress’s face, and on some spots on the couch. Ashton was a sweaty mess, panting and dry heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat rolled off his face, chest, and arms as his cum oozed and pooled into a puddle on his stomach. Alex lapped up the cum on her tongue and cheek and purred happily as she savored the taste of her boyfriend’s spunk. 

“Sorry… Haaah… I came too fast…” Ashton said through his pants and moans. 

“Mm…” Alex wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist and smacked her lips. “You did say cheetahs are the fastest species alive... So I don’t see why you’re apologizing.” The tigress winked.

He didn’t want to say she was right, but she wasn’t wrong either. 

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Art by WoolRool 

Ashton by SpaceCamper