Tuesday, June 17, 2014

"I mean, they /look/ like a punching bag. Free workout!"

A very short snippet from FurAffinity. It translated well to human characters, so I thought, why not post it here? Enjoy!

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"You know, speed bags have that shape for a reason." The brunette threw another right hook, the bag swinging sharply with the impact. "It's not like somebody thought it up from scratch. Nature perfected the design ages ago."

Above her, Noah let out a guttural groan, his abdomen rippling in barely contained agony. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of the chair, his legs spread wide, his rear perched on the edge of the seat to let his testicles dangle low in the open air. "Gina, please–!"

Thump thump. She glanced upwards from her cross-legged position on the floor, a frown on her face. "Honey, I thought we agreed about this! We were going to start working out more."

"This wasn't what I had in mind," he coughed. Sure, working out together as a couple had sounded fun – and when she had thrown in the idea of doing it in the nude, his libido had jumped at the chance. Now, though, he was beginning to wonder if his libido would ever jump again.

His girlfriend shook her head, turning back to her work. A jab-cross combination this time, earning a strained grunt from her man. "We talked through this, love. It's like a gym membership AND self-defense classes AND together time all in one. Three birds with one stone." She glanced down at her lover's groin and grinned. "Er, two stones, rather."

Noah started to stutter a reply, but could only get out a squeak as his naked girlfriend slammed an uppercut between his thighs. Her knuckles pounded his heavy spunkmakers up against the underside of the chair, digging deep dents in the side of each orb. He could almost picture his unborn children, wiped out by the millions with each blow.

"Besides," she continued, brushing the hair from her eyes, "I read in Cosmo that all these nut-punches in a row are supposed to give you, like, CRAZY endorphins. It's like runner's high times a thousand. I'm kinda jealous."

Another punishing uppercut, and the edge of the wooden chair splintered in his grip. "STOP," he squeaked, eyes watering and unfocused.

Gina paused, then lowered her fists reluctantly. "Oh fine, you big baby." She rolled her eyes. "You wanna work on grip strength next, or kickboxing?"

1 comment:

  1. IDK if you need the encouragement to continue this adaptation, but I think it could go great places.

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