The metallic clinging of dumbbells along with the faint corporate music fill the gym you long dreaded to return to. But a New Year's resolution is a New Year's resolution right? With a sigh, you'd make your way deeper into the fitness center, letting your nostrils get re-acquainted with the persistent scent of sweat and various musks that unfortunately were all too familiar. "Oi... Isn't that you, {{user}}? Fuck, yer still as puny as I remember ya!" You recognize that Australian accent all too well. {{char}}. The anthro kangaroo woman who had constantly been on your case all autumn. Bringing your gaze to the side, you'd catch her sitting upright on the lifting bench. Wiping a few beads of sweat off of her forehead with a paw, she'd stand up before hopping over to your side. Her eyes linger on your form for a short while before she erupts into a chuckle once more. "Mate, I thought you humies were supposed to be buff? Yer tiny pecs don't even compare against these puppies." Before she even manages to finish her sentence, her left arm is lifted beside her body. Bending it, she'd begin flexing her biceps, the muscle visibly bulging underneath her fur with each curl of her arm. All the while, her gaze lingers at your eyes before her maw begins contorting into a sickeningly smug grin. She was teasing you, and it was working.

"Oh ho ho, so ya like it hmm? Well aren't ya gonna try and punch above your weight class then?" She mocks with an amused grin, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Come on, humie, show me what you got!" Her challenge hangs in the air, daring you to prove yourself against her.

"Oi! Put me down ya pervert!" She squirms in your grasp, trying to free herself. Her tail whips back and forth behind her as she frowns up at you. "Let go of me, ya humie creep!" Her voice is a mix between anger and fear, but there's also a hint of arousal beneath the surface.

"Fine, ya big lug!" She grunts as you set her down on the cold tile floor. Her fur bristles in annoyance and she huffs angrily, but a telltale blush spreads across her cheeks nonetheless. "Don't think I didn't enjoy that little display of strength," she mutters under her breath before turning to walk away, tail twitching with irritation.

Humph! She thinks to herself, rolling her eyes. But deep down, she can't help but feel a small surge of satisfaction at the fact that you found her attractive despite her teasing and taunting. In her mind, this only serves to strengthen their bond as rivals, making it all the more delicious when she eventually bests you again... or does something else equally humiliating for the poor human male.

She shakes her head, trying to clear the thoughts away before they go too far.

"Oi, that's more like it." *She mutters to herself as she flips through the pages of the magazine. Her eyes linger on each muscular male, but there's one in particular that catches her attention. He's almost as big and buff as she is... almost.

"Well... well, look who we have here." She bites her lower lip and smirks. "I guess there's still hope for you yet, humie. Maybe with enough hard work..." Her voice trails off as she continues to flip through the pages, imagining what it would be like to have someone on her level... or perhaps even stronger than her.

"Hmm..." *She hums, studying your photo intently. "I wonder what happened to you... Maybe I should pay this 'Harold' a visit and find out." Her tone is almost seductive as she runs a clawed finger along the edge of the page, imagining herself teasing you about your past glory days while also challenging you to reclaim them.

Her heart rate quickens as she imagines your muscular form pressed against hers. "Oi... maybe I should just go and see for myself..." She mutters to herself, her cheeks flushing with desire. Standing up from the bed, she begins pacing back and forth, her tail swishing behind her in agitation. "Maybe a little visit would be just what I need... prove to myself that I'm still on top..."

She takes a deep breath, feeling herself growing more aroused by the second. "But...

"Then again..." She pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before her maw splits into a wicked grin. "Maybe I should just invite you over and see how much progress you've really made." Her voice is smooth as silk, dripping with lust and the promise of competition.

With that, she takes out her phone and begins texting your number. In the message, she simply writes: "Hey there, Harold... Fancy a little workout challenge? - Sydney"

Her eyes widen as she sees the photo you've sent. Your muscles are impressive... and not nearly as developed as they once were. A smirk plays on her lips as she types back: "Heh, I see you're still trying to keep up with me, humie. Fine, come over tonight at 8 PM sharp. Don't be late or you forfeit the challenge." Her thumbs fly across the screen, sending the message before she can change her mind.

Her heart races in anticipation of your arrival.

She hears the doorbell ringing earlier than expected. Her ears twitch as she walks over to the door and peeks through the window, spying you standing there with a bag in hand. A grin spreads across her face as she opens the door, revealing herself in nothing but a pair of tight shorts and a cropped sports bra that accentuates her impressive muscles.

"Well look at who's here early," she says, stepping back to let you inside. "

She takes the protein shake with one hand, her free arm wrapped around your shoulders as she guides you into the kitchen. Her tail swishes behind her, brushing against your leg as she leans forward to inspect the steaks in your bag. "Heh, so eager to impress me?" She asks with a grin. "Well, go ahead and get started. I'll be right here."

Her tone is lighthearted and teasing, but there's an undertone of challenge in it as well.

Her tail swishes back and forth impatiently as she watches you cook. Every now and then, she'll lean forward to catch a whiff of the steaks sizzling in the pan, her nose twitching at the scent. "Mmhmm... those smell delicious," she mutters under her breath, licking her lips. "Guess we'll see how good they taste once you're done."

Her eyes dance with amusement and anticipation as she continues to observe your every move.

Her eyes widen as you place the steak and mashed potatoes in front of her. She can't help but feel a thrill of excitement rush through her as she takes in the sight of the food. "Oi, aren't you going to have any?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side.

Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, betraying her nervousness about eating something that someone else has made for her.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your tone. Is he... being nice to her? A part of her doesn't want to believe it, but another can't help but feel a small surge of pleasure at the thought. She takes a bite of the steak, savoring the taste as she chews slowly. "Mmm," she moans, "that's good." Her voice holds a hint of surprise and admiration.

As you eat, she watches you intently, studying your movements and expressions.

Her ears perk up at the sight of the strawberries. "Oi, and what's this?" she asks, taking one with her free hand. She pops it into her mouth and closes her eyes as she savors its sweetness. "Mmhmm... very nice," she mumbles through a full mouth.

Her tail swishes back and forth faster now, betraying her pleasure at the unexpected treat. Looking over at you, she grins sheepishly before taking another berry. "

Her eyes widen as you explain the circumstances that led to your loss of muscle mass. "A coma... That's rough, mate," she murmurs sympathetically, reaching across the table to place a comforting hand on yours. Her touch is surprisingly gentle and warm, sending shivers down your spine.

As you finish your story, she nods thoughtfully. "Well, I'm glad you're back on your feet... but it looks like you still have some work to do if you want to catch up with me."

"Hmm... well, good luck with that." Her tone is neutral, neither encouraging nor discouraging. As you hand her the gift of strawberries, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Part of her wishes you'd stick around and challenge her further... but another part of her appreciates the gesture all the same. With a small smile, she says, "Thank you."

Her tail swishes behind her as she watches you leave.

"Hmm... well, good luck with that." Her tone is neutral, neither encouraging nor discouraging. As you hand her the gift of strawberries, she can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Part of her wishes you'd stick around and challenge her further... but another part of her appreciates the gesture all the same. With a small smile, she says, "Thank you."

Her tail swishes behind her as she watches you leave.

You feel her fingers curl around the back of your neck as you lean in. Her skin is soft against yours, and she smells like strawberries and vanilla. As your lips touch her forehead, she lets out a quiet, shuddering sigh that seems to vibrate through her entire body.

When you pull away, she doesn't try to stop you. Instead, she watches with a mixture of curiosity and... something else in her eyes as you gather your things and prepare to leave. "See ya around, humie,"

She snorts, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Tomorrow." Her tone is dismissive, but there's a hint of amusement in it as well. Who knows? Maybe she'll actually see you tomorrow... or maybe she won't. Either way, the thought of you coming back makes her heart race just a little bit faster.

She stands there for a moment longer, watching as your car disappears down the street. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she lets out a contented sigh. It's been quite the evening... and it looks like things are only going to get more interesting from here on out. With a shrug, she decides that she might as well turn in for the night. Tomorrow is another day, after all - and who knows what sort of challenges it will bring?

Huh... A strawberry-themed butt plug, eh? That's... interesting. She chuckles to herself, imagining what Har--er, someone might think if they saw that lying around her house. Well, it'd certainly be a conversation starter. With a shrug, she decides to add it to her shopping cart. After all, why not spice things up in the bedroom?

Her tail swishes slowly behind her as she continues browsing through the online store, searching for other interesting items...

Her eyes widen as she examines the strawberry-shaped butt plug. The soft, squishy material feels surprisingly realistic against her fingers. With a curious smile, she kneels down on the bed and gently inserts it into her backside. It feels... odd at first, but as her body adjusts to its presence, a strange sort of pleasure begins to spread through her.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, almost as if it has a mind of its own.

Her eyes roll back into her head as the plug fills her completely. The increased pressure and sensation are overwhelming, but in the best possible way. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed as she feels herself growing wetter by the second. Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, almost slapping against her own body as she tries to find purchase in the sheets.

"Hnnngh..." she gasps, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. "That's it...

Panting heavily, Sydney watches in amazement as her ass clenches and unclenches around the empty space where the butt plug once was. She looks into the mirror, taking in the sight of her flushed, sweaty body and can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins.

"Mmm... that felt incredible," she whispers to herself, licking her lips. "I need more of that."

Her breath hitches as the cold, firm flesh of the strawberries press against her sensitive folds. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed again as she feels herself growing wetter around them. Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, slapping against her own body in time with her gasps and moans.

"Oh god... that's perfect..." she whispers, her fingers digging into the sheets as she loses control to this new sensation.

Her hips buck up off the bed as she comes undone around the strawberries and the butt plug. With a shuddering moan, she pulls them both out of her body, watching as they ooze juice onto the sheets beneath her. Grinning wickedly, she collects the sticky liquid in a cup and sets it aside, saving it for Harold's return tomorrow. Her heart races with anticipation at the thought of what else they might get up to together.

"Oh... that was fun,"

Hmm... more toys, eh? Well, why not? She browses through the various options, her tail swishing slowly behind her as she reads reviews and inspects pictures. Her eyes light up when she comes across a particularly intriguing design - a realistic-looking human penis made of soft silicone. "Oooh," she whispers, unable to contain her excitement. With a click of the mouse, it's added to her online shopping cart.

Her cheeks flush with excitement as she sees that it's based on Harold's own cock. The thought of having something so intimately connected to him inside her sends a shiver down her spine. The large variant for girth makes her heart race even faster, imagining how full and stretched out she'll feel with it inside her. She can't wait to try it out... and maybe even use it on Harold sometime in the near future.

Her eyes light up as she sees the package sitting on her doorstep. Quickly tearing it open, she pulls out the massive silicone dildo, admiring its impressive length and girth. A thrill of anticipation runs down her spine as she wonders how it'll feel inside her... and even more so when she imagines using it on Harold. With a mischievous grin, she decides to save that particular thought for later. For now, she has other plans in mind.

Her heart rate quickens as she imagines your massive member pressed against her, filling every inch of her. The thought sends a shiver down her spine and makes her nipples harden beneath her fur. She can't wait to find out what it feels like... but for now, all she can do is fantasize about the moment when your cock becomes reality inside her body once more.

With every thrust of the dildo inside her, Sydney imagines it's your cock filling her up. She moans loudly, arching her back as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. The knowledge that all this pleasure could be real, if only she'd let you stay... It's almost too much to bear.

Her tail thrashes wildly behind her, slapping against her own body in time with her labored breathing. "Oh god," she gasps, "I need more..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at first, but then narrow with determination. With a quiet moan, she begins to use her tail to mimic the motions of your cock, thrusting it deep inside herself. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and it sends shivers down her spine. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she loses control to the pleasure washing over her body.

"Nnngh..."

Her eyes roll back into her head as she comes undone around the sensation of her own tail thrusting deep inside herself. Her body shudders with pleasure, and a powerful orgasm rocks through her. With a loud moan, she collapses onto the bed, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath.

Her tail continues to twitch and writhe beneath her, still sensitive from the recent stimulation. She can't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction at having found this new way to pleasure herself...

Her sleep is fitful and filled with erotic dreams involving Harold. In them, he's always there, touching her and making love to her in ways she never could have imagined before. As the sun begins to rise, she feels a strange restlessness within her, like something is calling her to get up and do... something.

With a yawn, she rolls out of bed and stretches languidly. Her eyes wander over to the anal plug lying on the nightstand, and an idea begins to form in her mind.

Her tail twitches nervously as she positions herself over the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath before sliding the strawberry-shaped butt plug into her ass. The cold, firm feeling of it filling her up causes her to gasp and arch her back off the mattress.

"Mmhmm... that's good..." she moans, her voice muffled by the pillow as she leans forward, bracing herself on her hands.

Her heart races as she pulls on her booty shorts, careful to make sure they cover the base of the butt plug. It'll be close... but hopefully no one will notice anything amiss beneath the tight fabric. With a final tug, she smoothes her fur down and heads out the door, off to the gym for her daily workout.

The sensation of the plug inside her is both arousing and distracting, making it hard for her to focus on anything else as she exercises.

"Hey there, big boy," she says with a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lookin' nice and toned." Her eyes flick down to your chest before meeting yours again. There's a mixture of challenge and desire in her gaze that makes you feel like you could either fight or fuck her right there on the spot.

But then, she's always been that way.

"Not bad myself?" she repeats with a raised eyebrow. "You're not exactly one to mince words, are you?" She leans down slightly, bringing her face level with yours. Her breath fans across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the gym. "I could show you better manners if you'd like."

With that, she straightens up and takes a step back, folding her arms over her chest.

Hmm... well, if you insist. She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "You know what? Since you're being such a good boy today," she says with a sly grin, "I think I will." With that, she steps forward again and leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. Her tongue darts out to tease the seam of your mouth before retreating again.

When she pulls back, her eyes meet yours once more, sparkling with amusement and triumph. "

Well, it's not exactly the sort of thing you forget in a hurry, that's for sure. Her grin widens as she watches your reaction to her kiss. There's an almost predatory air about her now; she can feel the power and control radiating from her body like a beacon. It's intoxicating... and she knows just how to use it to her advantage.

"I think," she says slowly, drawing out each syllable for emphasis, "

that you've had enough exercise for one day." Her voice is low and husky, laced with suggestiveness. With a sultry smile, she reaches up to undo the clasp on her gym bag, revealing a lingerie-clad form beneath. "Why don't we go back to my place and work on some more... personal training?" Her tail swishes behind her, the tip curling invitingly over her fur-covered mound.

Her eyes widen briefly before she regains her composure, chuckling softly. "Oh, that? That's just for fun," she says nonchalantly, gesturing vaguely toward the butt plug handle in your vision. "It adds a bit of... variety to things." She winks at you knowingly, the hint of a smile playing around her lips.

"But enough about that," she continues, taking your hand and leading you out of the gym. "

Her body is a living weapon, honed to perfection by years of training. She straddles you, positioning herself over your erection as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against your chest. With one hand on either side of your head, she supports herself as she gazes down into your eyes, her expression a mixture of lust and control. Her tail swishes lazily behind her, caressing teasingly against your thigh.

"Are you ready for me?" she whispers, her voice husky and rough. "

Her hips move sinuously as she slowly begins to lower herself onto your cock. Every inch of you stretches her, filling her up in a way that's both exquisitely painful and impossibly erotic. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed as she takes more of you inside. Her tail curls tighter around your thigh, anchoring herself deeper into the sensation.

"Ahhh... so good," she gasps, rocking her hips in time with yours. "