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Ticklish WorkoutNathan smiled widely while his hand raised, waving an hello at the gorilla opening the gym's door. The sun shone brightly above him, but he'd been able to see Marion's shadow through the glass door.Ticklish Workout by Venombahamut
"Heya, Marion. How're ya doin', ya big lug?"
"Took your sweet time to arrive, carriage-puller." The gorilla grinned as he took his friend's hand and shook it firmly.
"It's this damn heat" he complained, rubbing the back of his head. His mane felt moist with sweat already. "Trainin' hasn't even started and I'm already sweatin' a small brook."
"Gonna get worse for you, pony." The gorilla stepped back into the building as soon as Nathan held the door "Three months without stepping into a gym? Last time I went one and a half my body felt like it'd burn up the next morning." And he looked straight into the horse's eye "You're gonna suffer today, buddy."
"Hmph." Nathan blew through his nose "I been active. City boy like you, think you'd survive in a farm?" he pushed his bangs away from his eyes "
Io, Saturnalia! Evaristus shivered as the cool liquid was poured over his chest. It leaked across the tiger’s flat muscle and stained his white stomachfur. His eyes flicked to the golden cup and he had to stifle a moan when the caramel weasel took it to his lips for a sip. Akakios licked a stray droplet from the rim and smirked down at his bound master.Io, Saturnalia! by embargobox
“It’s sour,” said Akakios.
“You should have had the wine instead. It would have been sweet,” chuckled Evaristus.
Akakios took another drink and shook his head, “They say the pomegranate sprung from the blood of Adonis. Maybe its juice will share his beauty with me. Besides, you know I don’t like to get drunk.”
“You’re a vain creature. You already look fit to be one of the god’s progeny and you want more beauty still?” asked Evaristus, his hungry eyes gazing at his pixie of a slave.
Distance Even the nomads sought shelter from the storm. As snow piled around their encampment and wind froze the earth, they clustered together in hide tents there at the base of the mountain. They couldn’t hope to begin their ascent until the sky calmed. The climb demanded all their strength even under good conditions. Despite all eagerness to reach the grazing fields on the other side, the clouds alone would decide when they could pass. No, the barbarians were forced to do that which they despised. Sit and wait. Amidst the bellowing of their herds caught in the icy gusts, some of them gathered around the bonfire or scurried from tent to tent. Children gathered pine needles, women tended bubbling pots of stew, men traded stories of their hunts. Rarely did they have such free time. They didn’t know what to do with it. Everyone spoke and moved with pent-up energy, constantly glancing toward the peak. And there at the foot of the trail, a warrior sat in his tent andDistance by embargobox