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"Work Your Body" by Kulkum

“Come on, Nick. You’re falling behind!”

“I’m not as young as you are, Fluff,” the Todd reminded his partner as he lowered to the workout mat and stretched out on his back. “So, every time you feel the need to remind me that I’m not as physically perfect as you are it only serves to prove how ageist you are.”

Setting up in the position to do some sit-ups, he grunted slightly as he looked over at the little grey bunny in her blue ZPD workout tights. While he could already feel the aches that he knew would follow the next day, even if he was already used to that sort of thing. He was dating a bunny, after all and that counted as a workout in and of itself every single day of his life. Not that he minded that workout. She was a bunny that looked entirely too fuckable in a police issue workout uniform, the tight fabric hugging her hips and ass in a way that did little to hide the fact that she never wore underwear under them.

And he knew that because more often than not, he was the one taking them off her.

“Ageist? Is that even a thing?” she grunted, keeping her back turned to him as she lifted the little weights over her head in a steady rhythm.

“Well obviously,” he said, starting his first set of forty as he watched her. He knew damn well that she kept her back turned to him simply to motivate him, because he also knew that she wasn’t leaving the gym until they got a good workout. Even if they were the only ones here. “It’s amazing how many more people care more that I’m almost a decade older than you compared to those who care that I’m a fox.”

“Well, obviously I’m no ageist,” she grunted, glancing over her shoulder at him to watch him as he huffed his way through the first twenty sit-ups. “Sexy old fox.”

One of the more interested aspects of a good workout with a sexy partner was that it got the blood flowing. Combined with that beautiful bunny and her equally beautiful booty, the increased blood flow went more places than one. In this case, she grinned as she noticed that the front of his own workout shorts were tented in the obvious results of that. He would have growled at her for the look she gave him, which was a little too distracting, but he was already running out of breath so he had to focus on his breathing. His eyes did follow her, though, when she moved to the door of the gym and flipped the lock closed.

That made him stop, dropping onto his back and breathing deeply as he watched her move towards him, weights still in paw.

“No stopping now,” she quipped as she stepped over him, facing away so he had the most excellent view as she held the weights in both paws and lowered herself into a squat. She didn’t linger, though, even as he felt a low rumble rise in his chest as the fabric stretched tight against her crotch, rising easily. “You have ten more to go. And if you do an extra ten to make it fifty…”

She dropped down again, this time so low that he could feel the brush and heat of her crotch against the straining cock in his shorts. She even gave a little wiggle before she was rising again.

“…I might work on shorter, quicker, more fulfilling squats before we go home.”

Yeah. He was going to ache in the morning. And who could complain?